Note from Author: Below story is the complete work of the author's own creativity but is heavily inspired by another author's Marie Adventures of a Cumslut series (by Stanlad). Permission from the source work author to publish this derivative story was requested, however, no response was received within a reasonable timeframe. This story takes place after the events of ch. 10 of that series and does not relate to any other chapters in any way whatsoever. All characters in the below story are above the age of 18.
Marie made a beeline for the house. Their escapade at the local glory hole had left her sister in no condition for any other afternoon festivities. The twinge of jealousy that Maddie had been so well-received was still present, but now the anxiety of potentially being pulled over by a police officer was overpowering. Marie found herself almost agitated for the duration of the drive. Maddie was oblivious, using her phone camera to get a view of herself.
Luckily no one was home as they pulled in. Marie didn't say a word to her sister as they entered and Maddie returned the favor. As the freshly initiated cum dumpster scampered upstairs to formally cleanse herself, Marie grabbed an apple from the kitchen and returned to her room.
As she flopped on her bed and scrolled through her phone, thoughts bombarded her head. Everything was simple just a few days ago. She was a cumslut for her college, made decent money to pay for her classes, and life was great. Now she didn't know. Within days, her father had taken her and her sister's innocence had evaporated.
The most frustrating part is being unable to discuss with anyone. She thought about calling Peter from school, but though he helped her program her glory hole business at university, what use could he be here? Even if Marie went to the best therapist in town, how could they possibly even understand her current situation?
Marie reflected on the degradation of the past few days. Her position had been changed, lowered. Before she provided services to horny desperate men. Now her services were demanded and made available at the beck and call of those men which now included her own father.
She chuckled as she realized there was at least one person who would understand her. Her sister now. As if on cue the bedroom door creaked open. Maddie's head with hair covered in a white towel poked through.
"Hey big sis, can we talk?"
Marie sat up on the bed, "Sure come on in"
Maddie gingerly entered wearing a pink robe. Clearly she was trying to feel pampered after a rough afternoon. Perched on the corner of the bed, Maddie avoided eye contact with Marie.
"So, I didn't expect what happened today at the comic book store, but I'm glad you were there after to help me with it", Maddie mumbled. Marie didn't know where this was going and simply nodded along.
"I just suppose I wanted to check with you and make sure you're not going to tell dad about any of what you saw me do?", Maddie continued now peeking in Marie's direction.
Marie hesitated. She didn't know how to respond. She wanted to reassure her little sister with the big blue eyes now looking up at her. Unfortunately her mind drifted towards her predicament. She had sworn to her father to "attend to his needs" and she knew what he would want in this situation.
After a few more minutes, Marie dictated "I won't say a word, of course not. But, this was big and you should tell daddy what happened."
Maddie was shocked and it showed on her face. "Um um I don't know. That's a lot. I don't even know what I would say. He really doesn't have to know."
"Sis, you'll see it when you're older, but daddy will always love you and he needs to know these things because he's looking out for you"
Maddie looked uncertain, but knew her sister's advice was final. She nodded her head and scurried out of the room. Marie was just as uncertain. Things seemed to be rapidly becoming more complicated by the hour. At that moment, Marie heard the front door open and her parents return.
Dinner was eerie to say the least. Marie appreciated it seemed nearly normal, reminding her of days gone by. However, the one difference was the usually jubilant Maddie had been quiet as a stone. Thus, dinner was a quick affair focused on nourishment. Marie assisted her mother with the cleaning and the two sat together for a long while looking through old photographs.
While pouring herself the nightly glass of wine, Marie's mother brought up, "Your father tells me he's taking you on a trip to the coast this weekend. It's the perfect time of year".
"Oh I wasn't aware he was planning that".
"Oh! Silly me, I likely spoiled what he intended to be a surprise. Act like you never heard a thing!"
"Sure thing mom. I should go see what the bloke's up to anyhow"
Marie strolled upstairs. She knew well enough that if it was just her and her father going to the coast, then he had extra curricular activities in mind. She approached the door at the end of the hall and was startled when it opened just as she was about to knock.
Surprisingly, Maddie slid out of the room. Her face was flushed and her blonde hair was messy. She held down the bottom of her T-shirt awkwardly for some reason. Holding it down only highlighted her nipples jutting through the fabric. Mumbling incoherently towards Marie, she dashed towards her bedroom.
Marie, took a minute and a deep breath before turning towards her initial objective. She opened the door to her parents bedroom and saw her father standing by the bedside. He was folding a pair of shorts and a bra/panties set. Marie and anyone else with a brain cell could now connect the dots. After placing the articles of clothing in the drawer of the bedside table he turned his attention to Marie.
"Oh hi Marie, would you like to discuss something?"
"Hm hm, so we're you just talking to Maddie?"
"Yes she told me about this afternoon, and we had a long talk about what she wants and who she wants to be". Marie was happy he left it at that.
But he continued, "I am happy now that mouth of hers serves a good use". Marie rolled her eyes. He was not going to pass up a chance to degrade his cum sluts. Now he had two of them. An educated, tall brunette and a young short blonde to keep him entertained.
Changing the subject, "Mom told me you were taking me to the coast?"
