If one examined all of the households in the community, one might call the home of a girl named Lucy to be a model of the Fertile Valley way of life. The family started when Lucy's parents, Tom and Beverly, had gotten pregnant with Lucy and her twin brother Billy. They had both been lust-filled eighteen-year-olds with shared kinks that worked hard to make it so Beverly missed her period soon after they met. The couple had been lucky enough to purchase a house in Fertile Valley back when property values were still low and the birth rate was less than a quarter of what it was now. Lucy's mother had been a wonderful example for her and taught her not only how to be a woman, but how a woman should treat her man. Lucy's mom was a good teacher, making sure her daughter learned that there was more to being a good wife than cooking her husband good food.
When Lucy reached her teens, Beverly made sure that she still took Lucy shopping for clothes. As Lucy stepped out of the changing room, her mom would make comments like, "Daddy will like that one." When they got home, Beverly would have Lucy model her new dresses for Daddy, and after Tom gave his approval, he would grab his wife's hand and drag her into their bedroom and shut the door. Once Lucy was in high school, something else happened regularly as well; whenever one of her parents would comment on how the kids were growing up fast, Lucy's parents would look at each other, smile, then disappear into the nearest room and close the door, with muffled grunts and moans coming soon after.
One time when her parents disappeared into Daddy's study, the door didn't close completely and Lucy saw her Daddy sitting in his leather chair behind his big oak desk with his eyes closed, with Mom nowhere to be seen. Tom was slumped down slightly, looking very relaxed, and Lucy couldn't see anything below his chest. She started to wonder where her mom was when her Daddy said, "That's a good girl," followed by a female moan of appreciation coming from under the desk. Tom grabbed Beverly's head with both hands and started moving it up and down, with only a little bit of hair becoming visible for brief instants. Lucy knew she must have been witnessing a private act between man and wife. This is how good girls should act. For the rest of her life, the next thing her Daddy said to her mom would excite Lucy whenever she thought of it: "That's my good girl. You're Daddy's greedy little sex toy, my darling Lucy."
Lucy's parents were more and more excited as their kids' eighteenth birthday approached, running off to their bedroom more and more frequently. On more than one occasion, Lucy was woken up by her parents yelling things in the middle of the night over the sound of their loudly squeaking mattress. One exchange included the phrases, "Be my good girl, learn your place!" followed by "Yes Daddy, make me your whore!" An hour later, they were at it again, this time their loud verbal intercourse peppered with phrases such as, "You're mine now, mom! Everyone will see!" and "Take your birthright! Go back where you came from! Put a baby there!"
All of that felt almost like a lifetime ago, though it had only been a few months. So much had changed since Lucy and Billy's birthday. The family was still together, but in a different way, the family plans of more than eighteen years coming to fruition in the most beautiful way. The family still went to church every Sunday, but now when they drove there, Lucy was in the front passenger seat, and Beverly was in the back with Billy. The sleeping arrangements changed, with Lucy moving into the master bedroom, and Beverly sleeping in her son's bed. The rooms shared a wall, and when a ruckus was made on one side, it would usually wake up the pair on the other side, inspiring them to have their own fun.
They did not all continue to live under one roof for much longer, however. New houses were being constructed nearby for the town's booming population, and the mother/son couple had already had claimed one of them. Both couples planned to make new, larger families, and one house wouldn't be enough space for all the future kids.
Changes could be scary sometimes, but Lucy was excited to have her Daddy all to herself. She could feel the romantic love they had for each other, but Lucy also knew she had a solemn duty so satisfy Daddy's carnal urges. Now that she was eighteen, Lucy finally got to sit on her daddy's lap in the balcony like all the good girls who learned their place as familial sex toys.
One thing Lucy did which made Tom's cock twitch with desire was her elegant writing. Whenever Lucy wrote a pronoun that referenced her father, she would write the first letter capitalized. It was a small gesture, but it signified her complete submission to Him and emphasized how she was satisfied to know her place was at His side, obeying His will. One time, Tom came home to the short note, "Dear Daddy, I am at Myranda's place. I cooked You dinner. I hope it is still warm when You get home. -Love, Lucy." Tom re-read that note multiple times while waiting for Lucy to get home, barely giving her time to say, "Hi Daddy!" before she was enveloped by Him and fucked harder than she had ever been before.
Tom always tried to think of his own gestures to show her his feelings for her were equally as strong but felt nothing could ever be good enough to show her how amazing he knew she was. She was his daughter always, but she was now also his wife. Tom also realized that they had spent so much time together, they were essentially best friends, having fun whether they were making love, sharing hobbies, discussing philosophy, or just sitting and holding each other. It was as if their souls were connected in every way possible.
