Exceedingly grateful to RandyD1369 for editing this story. His contribution was invaluable.
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Katelyn Healey was so excited she could barely contain herself. The day she had been working towards for years had finally arrived; she was headed off to college. She was thankful to have her family along for the ride: Dad, Adam; Mom, Sheila, and little sister, Hannah.
A highly driven individual, Katelyn had excelled both athletically and academically. She had been the first girl in the school's history to be named soccer captain as a Sophomore, and had been awarded All-State honors for her outstanding performance after her Senior season. As proud as she was of her success on the pitch, she was even more pleased with her accomplishments in the classroom, finishing in the top two percent of her class and a member of the National Honor Society.
As a child, Katelyn's mom had enrolled her in various dance and gymnastics classes, however they didn't much interest her. When her dad suggested soccer and softball, they quickly proved a much better fit for her natural talents. While she enjoyed both, by around age seven it became clear she had both a gift and passion for soccer. Thereafter, soccer became her obsession.
She was heavily recruited given her many accomplishments. Katelyn was thrilled to ultimately accept admission to a top private school in the Northeastern US. She had dreamed of one day becoming a doctor, and this college would certainly help position her well towards that goal if she continued to excel. The soccer team also routinely qualified for the NCAA Tournament, so it seemed like the best of both worlds. It would be challenging to balance a high-level athletic and academic career, yet Katelyn was confident in her abilities.
Soccer tryouts were scheduled to begin one week prior to Freshman orientation, so her family was taking her to school earlier than the vast majority of her incoming classmates. Katelyn had rarely been away from home before, so her dad suggested going a couple of days early to acclimate her to the new environment and get her settled, which she agreed was a great idea.
Temporary housing would be provided for Katelyn once tryouts began. She would have access to her new dorm room when orientation officially kicked off. Until tryouts, the family had booked two rooms at a motel just a few miles from campus.
Soon after arriving on campus, the Healey family received a tour of the entire grounds from an assistant coach of the soccer team. As part of her recruitment, Katelyn had visited a number of campuses. This time it felt extremely personal since this was the place she would call home for the next four years and the school colors she would represent each time she took the field.
After a whirlwind day, the family enjoyed a nice dinner at a downtown bistro before checking into the motel for the evening. The Oak Tree Motel wasn't exactly Five Star accommodations, but was on the higher end of lodging options in the modest college community. Katelyn's mom was not thrilled, but her dad cheerily offered, "The rooms are clean and the towels are soft, so we're good to go." As a traveling salesman, he had experienced much worse, and tried to buck up the troops.
Katelyn always admired her dad's positive demeanor and can-do attitude. While her mom was often dour, her dad was unflinchingly upbeat. She sensed that her dad was sad to see her go away. He tried his best to appear as excited as she was regarding her new undertaking, which pleased her to no end.
Her parents always claimed they didn't have favorites. The girls knew the truth. Katelyn and her dad always had a special bond, and could talk to one another about almost anything. Like her, he had a curious mind and an adventurous spirit. He wasn't just her father, but a friend, mentor, and confidant. She loved him to death.
Adam, for his part, was completely conflicted. While he loved his daughter and wanted her to experience life without barriers, he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. Knowing his baby girl was leaving the nest was heartbreaking, but he was determined not to show it.
Adam had been a dual biology and pre-med major as an undergrad and like Katelyn had hoped to one day become a physician himself. He and Sheila began dating his senior year, but soon after graduation he dropped plans for medical school upon learning Sheila was pregnant with Katelyn. A hasty wedding was planned, and they were married shortly thereafter.
With his educational background, Adam landed a decent job with a drug company, and before long worked his way up the ladder in pharmaceutical sales. Possessing a solid knowledge base, within a few years he went from Sales Associate, to Sales Manager, to Regional Manager, and ultimately to Regional Vice President.
Adam actually saw a lot of himself in Katelyn, and hoped she would achieve everything she dreamed of. He loved his family and most of his life, and tried not to think what might have been if he had gone to med school. While he would never speak the words publicly, deep down he knew Sheila and he were not soulmates. However, if given a do-over, he wouldn't change a thing given how much he truly adored his children and loved his wife.
Katelyn's little sister, Hannah, naturally gravitated towards their mother. They loved one another's company and both enjoyed the more domestic pursuits, like baking, knitting and crocheting. Katelyn always felt like she had disappointed her mom since she didn't pop out of her mother's vagina with a cookbook in one hand and a knitting needle in the other. She tried to meet her mom halfway as a teen and be a baker's assistant, but Katelyn hated it -- just like her mom seemed to dread attending her soccer games. Thereafter they seemed to establish a truce. Katelyn was no domestic goddess, and Sheila would only attend one or two soccer games per season.
The Healey's were given two rooms beside one another at The Oak Tree Motel, numbers six and seven. Katelyn's lucky number was six, while her dad's was seven, so she thought it was a good sign. Adam and Sheila were in seven, while Katelyn and Hannah settled into six after saying goodnight to their parents.
Hannah was asleep soon after her head hit the pillow. Slumber did not come easy for Katelyn that evening. Her mind was working overtime contemplating everything to come during the next few days and months. The new school year and soccer season seemed to hold unlimited promise, so her thoughts ran rampant as she envisioned her first year away from home. She propped her pillows against the headboard and reviewed the college's website on her phone, for the hundredth time.
Around ten PM, Katelyn heard and felt the thud of a door closing through the wall behind her. The occupants of room five had clearly checked in and were just settling in. Two distinct voices could barely be heard; one soft and high, the other deep and low.
For nearly 30 minutes, the couple in room five were quiet, but soon after feeling a slight bump in the wall behind her, Katelyn overheard soft murmurs and giggles coming through the thin partition. She guessed that the rooms were each set with headboards separated by only inches.
Shortly, Katelyn heard something that piqued her curiosity - a slow, rhythmic creaking sound. Her own room was completely silent, other than the soft breathing of her little sister, so Katelyn was suddenly very aware of what was happening next-door. She had never before heard anyone having sex, but her neighbors were obviously doing just that.
Nervously, she glanced towards Hannah's bed. To navigate the unfamiliar room in the event either of them had to get up during the night, they had left the bathroom light on with the door partially open. She could clearly see her sister sleeping soundly, curled up and facing away from her.
As a scholar and an athlete, Katelyn had not dated much in high school. She had one short-term boyfriend as a sophomore, and a longer relationship between her junior and senior years, neither advancing beyond 'heavy petting.' She had never even viewed porn videos online, unlike many of her friends, so this was as close as she had ever been to people engaging in the activity.
Remarkably, Katelyn found herself getting quite aroused by the events happening on the other side of the wall. She felt guilty, eavesdropping on intimacies between lovers, yet shivers went down her spine with the thrill of experiencing something illicit.
At times Katelyn was prone to anxiety, and had long ago found masturbation to be a wonderful release of tension. The evening before a big game or test often found herself rubbing her little kitty, seeking an endorphin rush and temporary escape from her stress. She again peered towards Hannah to ensure she hadn't stirred, before easing her right hand between her legs.
The couple were talking softly, but Katelyn couldn't make out what they were saying. She scooted further up on the bead and tilted her head, pressing her ear against the wall. The rhythmic sound of the bed instantly became sharper, as did the voices.
At first, she couldn't make out words, only grunts, whimpers and moans, she was sure were from the female partner. Occasionally there would be a deeper groan, she assumed from the male. Katelyn tried to picture the scene unfolding next door. She imagined the woman on her back, legs spread, with the man nestled between them, thrusting in and out of her.
Katelyn's index and middle fingers slowly danced up and down, as she softly rubbed herself off through her PJs to the sexy sounds. The woman's voice began to escalate in pitch, as her whimpers increased in volume and frequency.
Although Katelyn had never herself experienced an orgasm with a male, it was clear to her that the woman next door was soon to cum on her lover's cock. Then, she heard them, the three simple words that would forever change her life. "Fuck me, Daddy!"
"Daddy!" Katelyn moaned aloud at the word. She had no idea where it came from, but somehow in the pit of her stomach it resonated with her and sent shockwaves through her entire body. Katelyn nervously looked over at Hannah and thankfully found she hadn't roused.
Somehow, she paused her rubbing as she tried to make sense of what was happening. From what she knew, incest was illegal. Perhaps she had simply misheard. After all, no woman would ever sleep with her dad, would she? It just couldn't be.
But that soft pleading voice soon escalated to the point it was crystal clear, "Harder, Daddy!"
There it was again! This time there was no doubt what the woman was saying, it was Daddy. Katelyn's mind was absolutely overwhelmed. She had never before imagined something like this. Outwardly it seemed so wrong. But why then did something so wrong suddenly feel so right?
