** When Trent's wife dies he, with the help of his father, decides to the change his relationship with his daughter.**
**This is an exploration into my specific kink, the stuff I want to read about... Basically I've been reading on this site for years and finally decided to write the thing I've always wanted to find. This is fantasy, fiction, kink, it is not and should not be considered anything other than horrifying when thinking of real life and real people. The fun of fiction is you get to write or read whatever fucked up shit you want, because it's not real. I'm writing this because *I* think it's hot, not because it's realistic.**
**This series is interconnected with my other series, Katie's All Grown Up, though this one can be read separately. This is a prequel chapter, set before Katie's story. It's from a slightly different POV and Trent, his father Charles, and Britney have a much rougher, more questionably consensual relationship than Roger and Katie so be aware. I love the idea of having two very different methods for achieving the same depraved means.**
**These characters are not remotely realistic (thank god) and I like them that way. If that's not for you then *shrug* but please don't comment with offensive language, they will be deleted. This is erotica, I don't like realistic characters, I want them clueless and over the top absurd. If you don't that's your business. Everyone has a right to their own opinion but offensive comments will be deleted. This chapter features questionable consent and rough incest. Chapter 1 of a long series.**
Trent had always been strict with his daughter Britney, but when his wife, Britney's mom, died unexpectedly, it became much worse. He'd always enjoyed a more hands off approach to parenting, Tricia was a stay-at-home mom, she handled it all. Trent spent time with his wife and daughter, certainly, but his parenting was limited to discipline. Tricia wasn't much for it, so Trent had taken it upon himself to ensure that Britney grew up to be a good, pure young woman. So when Tricia died Trent was stuck raising a teenager on his own. Suddenly he was expected to be affectionate and strict, he was meant to show her love and keep her in line. He wasn't made for that line of parenting, but he did what he felt was best. He loved his daughter, that's what mattered. He just happened to have certain expectations of her. And those grew, once Tricia was gone.
Trent came from a very unique family. His father had taught them a way of living that wasn't something Trent had ever dared bring up with Tricia, but since she died he felt emboldened. He started spending more time with his father, being reminded of all he knew from his own young life, and all the reasons it was a superior way of raising one's family, even if much of the world might not agree.
When Trent was growing up, his father Charles White began training Trent's older sisters to please him with their bodies. Trent had two younger sisters, Isabel and Christine, they were twins and as soon as they turned eighteen their father told them how their lives would change. Their bodies were made to please their daddies, that's what they were created for and now that they were old enough, that's what their father would use them for. They hadn't loved the idea of their father using their bodies for his own pleasure, but they hadn't had much choice. They quickly learned that they could fight him, if they wanted to, but it wouldn't do them any good. If they gave in, let him use their bodies as he saw fit, it ended up a much more enjoyable experience and sometimes they even liked it.
From that time on, Trent's dad raised him to understand that his own daughter could serve this role as well. Trent had been excited, ready for the day he'd teach his daughter what his dad had taught his sisters. When he married Tricia that changed, he couldn't imagine explaining it to her and having her not understand, or worse, think he was some kind of monster. He knew he wasn't, it's the way he was raised. His sisters turned out perfectly fine. Still, when Tricia died, it felt like a sign. He missed his wife, but at least he could use the opportunity to teach his own daughter what he'd always looked forward to.
"How was school today, kiddo?" Trent was sitting at their kitchen table, a beer hovering before his lips. Britney had just stomped into the kitchen and tossed her backpack onto the counter.
"It was okay, Mrs Frost didn't give us any homework because of Easter."
"But Easter was last weekend." He sipped his beer.
"Yeah, I think she was just too tired to come up with work for us." Britney laughed, rummaging through her backpack.
It was Easter Monday, Britney had Friday off of school and that year, her birthday had fallen on the Saturday. It meant that her eighteenth birthday party hadn't been as big as she'd wanted, but Trent did his best and invited a few of her friends over, particularly his friend Roger and his wife and daughter. Katie, Roger's daughter, was best friend's with Britney so they always made a fine group.Trent was still adjusting to his role as the sole parent, but they'd all had lots of fun. There was even a little while when it was warm enough for the girls to swim in the pool, even though it was only April. Now Britney couldn't stop talking about Katie's birthday. Katie was turning eighteen in May and Trent had already agreed that she could have her birthday at their house so the girls could use the pool again. The offer had made him a very popular dad among Britney's friends.
"How does it feel to be all grown up, Britty?"
She shrugged. "It doesn't feel too different." Britney grabbed a yogurt from the fridge and peeled off the top, it spilled a little on her hands. She leaned against the counter licking the peach yogurt off her fingers.
"What do you think you're doing, young lady?"
Britney's eyes shot up to meet Trent's, he was staring at her, his mouth downturned. She pulled her finger from her mouth. "What did I do daddy?"
He kept his eyes trained on her, taking his time. "You can't be sucking on your fingers like that, kiddo. It gives men the wrong idea."
"What idea?"
"When men see a pretty girl like you sucking on her fingers, it makes them think of other things you could be sucking on."
Britney's eyes went wide, her mouth fell open. "Like what?"
Trent stood from the table and walked to her. "Don't worry about it right now, little one. There are some things I want to talk to you about later, but I need a bit more time." He twirled a finger in her hair, his eyes trained on her lips.
"Are you mad at me, daddy?" Britney's voice was little and quiet.
"No, I'm not mad at you, kiddo. I've got to give your grandfather a call right now, that's all."
Britney nodded slowly. "Okay. Tell papa I say hi."
"I will, sweetie."
The call with Trent's dad lasted longer than he'd planned. They'd already talked a little about what Trent would do now that Britney was eighteen, but it was a big decision and he wanted to be sure. Watching Britney suck the white, creamy yogurt from her fingers might have been the final straw. But he wanted to do it right, his dad Charles was the one with all the experience so Trent spent a good hour in his office, on the phone with his dad picking his brain.
When he was finally finished, Britney was sitting in the living room watching one of her favourite TV shows. It was something with vampires, she'd told Trent about it but he hadn't paid much attention. That she was waiting for him was obvious. Ever since her mom died, Britney had become hyperaware of where her dad was. They'd been getting closer, since losing Tricia, and Britney had gotten used to spending her evenings with him. Trent was trying to maintain his status as the disciplinarian in addition to filling Tricia's place in Britney's life, it was quite the tightrope to walk. In the evenings they often watched TV and movies together, even play cards sometime. Trent was a big fan of poker, Britney wasn't very good at it, he usually played with his dad or Roger, but she liked when he took the time to teach her. Tonight, though, Trent had very specific plans for Britney.
"Hey kiddo." He came up behind her and rustled her long brown hair.
"Hi daddy, did you have a nice talk with papa?"
