DAY 12 -- SUNDAY and after
Holly was sad. Her parents were coming home. They were arriving late in the afternoon. The rigid rules would once again govern her life. Her relationship with and engagement to Emma would have to be a secret. Pet would have to be a secret too.
There were so many things that would have to be a secret. Eleven wonderful days of freedom would have to become secret. Holly was mad. It was so unfair!
"What if it doesn't have to be a secret?" Holly wondered.
Her uncle had told her the story. Her parents had once been wild and crazy until one unfortunate moment almost ruined their lives and turned them into timid, rule obsessed dictators.
Visiting a lesbian porn shoot, her parents had gotten horny and had a marathon sex session. It had been filmed and sold as one of the first amateur sex tapes. Holly had been conceived during that sex session.
Her father had been afraid the film would ruin his business, so he had bought the masters and rights. His company came close to bankruptcy and the ensuing stress almost led to divorce.
The light came on! The unfortunate decision was not the marathon sex session itself or even the filming like her parents believed.
The unfortunate moment was when her father had imagined disaster was looming. Trying to avoid an imagined disaster he had created real disasters and almost lost his business and his family.
If only he had left things alone, the tape would have faded into history. There would have been no near bankruptcy, no near divorce, no draconian rules for their daughter.
"What if they could have a do-over? A second chance to be wild and crazy? Free of the fear that has gripped them for the last 20 years?" Holly thought. She talked to Emma about her idea.
"This is the craziest thing you've ever thought up. And you've thought up some pretty crazy things. You are an impetuous dope!" Emma held Holly's hand. "But you're my dope, so I'm in."
Uncle Jack thought it was crazy too but was more optimistic it might work.
In fact, everyone Holly told about the idea thought it was crazy. But they all agreed to help.
There wasn't much time. Her parents were due home in a few hours. People came to the house. They brought food and drink, banners and balloons.
They hurridly decorated the house. The banners were hung. 'Welcome Home!', 'Second Chances!', and 'New Rules!'.
When it was time for her parents to arrive, everyone, except Holly, hid in the bedrooms.
Ernest and Martha parked in the driveway. Their week away had gone better than they hoped. Their client was so pleased with the job they had done helping retool his product line, he had doubled his order and signed a long term contract with their company.
They were upbeat and chatting as they carried their suitcases inside. Ernest and Martha stopped dead in their tracks and fell silent.
Holly stood all alone in the living room. She wore her cupless bra and crotchless panties. Her areolas had been darkened with makeup. Her nipples were erect. Her shaved pussy gleamed with baby oil.
Martha and Ernest were dumbfounded. The daughter they had left less than two weeks before wore a plain bra and white cotton panties. Her skirts were long, her pants loose fitting. That daughter wore blouses that hid the fact she even had breasts.
This daughter -- this sexy, mostly naked, erotic vision -- they didn't know.
"Mom, Dad. Don't say anything. Just sit down and hear me out." Holly guided them to the couch.
"I know about the sex tape." She clicked the remote and Uncle Jack's copy of the tape began to play on the 53" TV. A young Ernest was groping a young Martha. Her panties fell to the floor.
"It almost bankrupted you. It almost caused you to get divorced. It made you fear what might happen next. You created a set of rules to prevent bad things like that from ever happening again."
Holly knelt in front of them. "Those rules have made me miserable for 18 years. I hate them. That's not who I am. I don't think it's who you are either. I think, deep down, you are the people on that tape."
She paused. Her parents blushed a little watching themselves naked and horny on the TV. Then her mother smiled and bumped her shoulder against her father.
"That was a lot of fun. And we got Holly out of it," Martha said. Her father nodded.
"For the last 11 days, Uncle Jack has let me live without the rules. You remember what it's like to be alone with Uncle Jack, don't you mom?" Martha blushed. She had fucked her brother at the same age Holly was now.
Uncle Jack came out from the hallway. He stood beside Holly, naked.
Their daughter continued, "I'm going to show you what my life has been like for the last 11 days. It's a life I want to keep. It's a life I will keep, with you or without you. It's a life I think you would enjoy too. A life you deserve."
Holly pointed to the banners.
"Welcome Home, mom and dad. I love you."
"You have a Second Chance to live life. You can let go and be free again."
"It's time for some New Rules." She paused until she had their attention again.
"Rule Number One. You will always be naked in the house except when we have company." Holly unhooked her cupless bra and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of the crotchless panties.
Holly moved forward, took off her father's coat, unbuttoned his shirt, and eased it off. Uncle Jack did the same to her mother's blouse and bra. Her mother's tits were enormous, probably 42 DD. They bounced and swayed and settled on her chest.
Martha and Ernest looked a bit uncomfortable and uncertain but they didn't object to the removal of their tops.
Holly knelt and undid her father's pants. She looked him straight in the eye as she pulled his pants and underwear down, freeing his cock. She put the pants with the shirt. Her mother was now naked too.
