CONTENT GUIDE
Content Warning - Much like the last story, this one contains elements of mental influence via technology. While this could be interpreted as mind control, its use is to remove mental barriers and is presented to the characters as such. That being said, please be forewarned if you are sensitive to such topics.
This takes place at the same Resort as the Mothers and Sons story, and there are some very minor references to it, but it is not required reading to understand this one. As it is a standalone you may notice some repetition, but there are also many differences. The Guide and the exercises within it are somewhat different, for example. As before, however, this is primarily an erotic fantasy about such a place existing and what kind of things might happen there, and as such it might be a bit lighter on the story side than my work typically is.
Some who read the first story may wonder why I did this as opposed to continue with Marcus and Jessica's story. This story is where my inspiration took me, but the Brother and Sister story will come, in time, as may others.
I hope that you enjoy your vacation.
DADDY ISSUES
Tara watched the whole argument unfold like a terrible accident, powerless to stop it. Not for the first time, she wondered what was happening to her family. Two years ago, she would have said that everything was perfect. Her husband, Alexander, was attentive and kind, an excellent father to their children. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a build that was still quite muscular even if he did carry a bit of extra weight. Tara thought that his shaved head looked masculine and sexy, and she was glad that he wasn't concerned about the salt and pepper in his full (but neatly trimmed) beard. Jacob was growing up to be similar to his father, but perhaps more thoughtful and quiet, traits that Alexander himself encouraged. Jacob had dark brown hair and deep, soulful hazel eyes, but had yet to grow into his frame.
Meghan was smart and reliable, and considerate. Tara was proud of her and could quickly see her daughter exceeding her own accomplishments. Meghan and Tara shared the same deep rust-red hair, although Meghan kept hers in a short bob while Tara let hers grow out wavy and midway down her back. Both mother and daughter were quite petite, but two children and a reasonably active lifestyle had left Tara with an hourglass figure, Meghan was quite slender. She had curves, to be sure, but Tara knew that her daughter was insecure about her slim hips and small chest. Meghan was still quite beautiful, however, and tended to draw attention from both boys and men, the same as her mother.
One year ago had been when the trouble began, but not all at once, and indeed not obviously. Their daughter, well past the rebellious phase of adolescence, began to be more distant and then aggressive. Meghan was going to an excellent college next year, and Tara and Alexander had given her more freedom than ever, with the idea that she had not only earned it but would be on her own soon. It had made sense to them, but gradually, it seemed to backfire.
Meghan ignored her curfews, or rather, she disobeyed them. She would never be back on time, even if the amount of time late were negligible. Usually, it was between five and thirty minutes, but on one notable occasion, she had been out until six am, and hadn't called them or answered her phone. Tara had been worried but Alexander had actually gone out and looked for her for hours. When she'd gotten home, smelling faintly of alcohol, she refused to say where she was or what she had been doing.
"I was with boys, having fun," was all she'd said, with an arrogant little smirk on her face, daring her parents to punish her. No, Tara thought, not them. She was provoking Alexander. That was what had been happening for most of Meghan's senior year. Her grades were still good. She still got along with Jacob. She even mostly got along with her mother, except when Tara admonished her about her attitude towards her father.
Meghan had a problem with her father, and she wouldn't give him a moment's rest. She refused him even the most basic courtesies. Small things that people who lived together did for each other, like chores or passing plates to him at the table. And Tara knew, with the dreadful instinct that only mothers have, that tonight it was all coming to a head.
Tonight, the fight was about an upcoming dinner engagement with Tara's parents. They were passing through after visiting friends this weekend, and all they wanted was to see their grandchildren briefly on Saturday evening. They would eat, spend the night, and then complete their drive home. Tara had given everyone plenty of warning, and Jacob and Meghan had both agreed to be there.
Tonight, Friday night, to be precise, Meghan had changed her mind. They had been sitting in the living room. Alexander and Meghan were both reading (one of the many ways in which they were similar), Tara had been crocheting, and Jacob was watching TV. It had been a quiet night. Then Meghan had simply put her book down in her lap and, without any preamble, shattered the peace.
"I don't think I'm going to see Grandma and Grampa this weekend."
"Why not?" Tara had asked, genuinely confused.
"I think I'm going to have plans," Meghan said, her open arrogance a challenge in and of itself.
"What kind of plans?" Alexander asked, his voice dangerously neutral. That was when Tara went from worried to full of dread. Her husband had fought with Meghan throughout the year. He had been extremely frustrated, it was true, but he kept his temper almost all of the time. Still, her man wore his heart on his sleeve, concealing very little. So when Tara heard the complete lack of emotion in his voice, she knew something was very wrong.
Once, years before, when she and Alexander had been dating, a man in his thirties had stalked Tara. She had been both terrified and afraid. The man had shown up at her house late at night when her parents had been out of town. Fortunately, she'd called Alexander and asked him to spend the night.
Alexander had answered the door and spoken to the older man in the same emotionless tone. Even as the married man raged about Alexander "stealing" Tara, her boyfriend stayed calm. As soon as the stalker reached out to grab her arm, things had changed rapidly. Alexander had defended her, swiftly and without any hesitation. The police arrested the obsessive unwanted suitor at the hospital. He never bothered Tara again.
Now, after months and months of provocation, Tara heard the same tone again, and she feared for her family. Alexander had never hit, pushed, or physically harmed her or the children, and she didn't think he would start now. They didn't even spank the kids while they were growing up, but Tara knew that a line had been drawn, and that Alexander might take other drastic actin. Meghan, however, did not, and plowed ahead.
"Yeah, there's a party on Saturday night. I thought I mentioned it," Meghan said, fully knowing that she hadn't brought it up.
"Please come see your grandparents, Meghan," Tara spoke up, hoping to defuse the situation, "you'll be at college next year, and they won't see you nearly as often."
"I'm sorry, but this party is going to be pretty big. I think some guys from college will be there. It will be a nice change from all of the attention from high school boys."
Neither Tara nor Alexander had ever shamed women for enjoying sex. Both of them thought it was natural that Meghan, and eventually, Jacob would find partners, and all they wanted for their children was to be careful and ethical. Meghan, however, seemed to work her sexual activities into every fight. She used them as a weapon against her father, and frequently hinted at having unsafe sex and cheating. It was bizarre to Tara, who didn't believe that her daughter was doing any such thing.
One more month until Meghan graduated, and she'd picked tonight to start the big fight. Jacob, who was increasingly stressed and silent about these fights, stood up and left as soon as the party was mentioned. He knew the signs now and wanted no part of it. He was a sensitive fifteen-year-old who looked up to both his sister and his father, and couldn't understand what was going on any more than Tara.
"So you'd rather fuck college boys than see your grandparents? Is that it?"
Tara was stunned. Alexander never swore around the kids. Tara even made fun of him a bit for it. Meghan flinched but didn't seem to understand what the change in behavior presaged. She stood up and walked over, sneering at her father with an almost comical expression.
"Not that its any of your business...but yes. I think getting fucked by an older boy, or boys, would be far more interesting than another boring dinner listening to the same old stories, don't you?"
"Fine. You do that. Just don't co..."
Tara panicked. It probably saved her family.
"STOP!" She shouted, shocking even herself. Both her husband and daughter looked at her, too stunned to move.
"Alexander," she said quietly, "please go upstairs and let me handle this." When he opened his mouth to object, she simply said "please" again. With every ounce of her being, she implored him to listen.
Alexander stood up, disgust evident in his posture.
"Fine. You deal with her. I'm done," he said and then gone upstairs to their bedroom. Tara knew that she'd have a difficult conversation with him later, but this was preferable to what she had averted.
Tara stood then and looked at her eldest child. She saw confusion, irritation, frustration, and perhaps something else as well.
"What the hell was that about..." Meghan started.
Tara slapped Meghan, once, across the face. She hated herself for doing it, but her daughter needed to listen. Meghan's eyes filled with shocked tears and the cynical, manipulative mask that she'd been wearing dropped away, replaced with physical and emotional pain.
"Meghan," Tara began, calmly, "I want you to listen very closely to me. Has your father done something to you? Hurt you in some way? Has he been treating you poorly when I'm not around?"
Meghan lifted her hand to her cheek, which was quickly reddening, and shook her head.
"I'm glad. I didn't think he had, or ever would. He loves you and Jacob too much to hurt you. So why the fuck are you acting like this? Don't answer me if you're going to lie. I can't stand any more lies from you."
Instead of answering, Meghan sat down hard on the couch, defeated. It was a strange change from the defiant creature that she'd been minutes before.
"I...I can't...I don't ...I...I can't tell you. It's too much."
Meghan's eyes welled up with tears. She couldn't meet her mother's eyes. There was a deep shame and guilt in her voice. Tara sat down next to her daughter and took both of her hands in hers.
"All right. Fine. Let's forget about that for a moment. You've been intentionally provoking your father, haven't you?"
Meghan nodded, hunching over further.
"And when you've told stories about boys that you've slept with or cheated on. Those were also lies that you told to provoke your father?"
