The day had started out nice and sunny, but now it was storming matching the mood of a current young woman who's serving a sentence of staying home (and school) for a month. Sitting in her favorite window seat in her house Taylor watches as nature's fury continues to shower cats and dogs.
'I just wanted to hang out with my friends...' Taylor started thinking, 'Okay so yeah it was the 5th time this week I was out past curfew but still... Daddy did say that I needed to think about being more responsible... UGH! This is so frustrating...'
Now Taylor really wanted to be out with friends but she found herself checking out her dad recently and noticed that he was actually pretty handsome. More often than not she would lay in her room and masturbate to his picture, silently telling him stuff asking if he liked what she did.
There's 2 things she didn't know however, one of those was that her dad had caught her masturbating and would walk away thinking that Taylor was sexier than her mother who had left them just 2 years prior. The 2nd thing Taylor didn't know was that everyone in the family, males mainly, were cursed to want incestuous relationships with their children, siblings, or anyone in their families. Once the child turns 18, the parent is basically so in love with them it's almost a sickness to not answer the call of the curse. A couple centuries ago one of Gary's ancestor's pissed off a Fae family by not agreeing to a marriage between the 2 families. The story was passed down to every male generation on his 18th birthday remembering the conversation Gary had with his own father as he wondered how the same thing would go with Taylor, this is part of what was told from that fateful day.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WON'T ALLOW IT?!" The accusation came.
"Just what I said. No Dickson is ever going to marry anyone in your family." Male ancestor Dickson.
"Then I curse you and every male in your line to have sexual relations with every member of your family until a member of your line and mine marry!" Says the offended Fae.
After the generations through history the name changed from Dickson to Dickerson, Gary and his now ex-wife had 2 other pregnancies that didn't survive to term. As the days to Taylor's 18th birthday drew closer he was reminded that in order for their line to continue... She either had to marry the descendant from the offended Fae or have incestuous relations with him.
Looking at his daughter now, where she was pouting, he debated whether or not to tell her of their families curse. Sneaking up behind her Gary hugs his daughter and asks her what she's thinking about.
"Daddy," Taylor starts to say, "I know I'm grounded but my birthday is coming up and I don't want a big party. I just want you and me to celebrate."
"Where's this coming from baby girl?" Gary responds.
"I don't know..." Taylor answers, "Something in my heart is telling me to stay home with you. I just want to spend time with you and forget that 'she' left us."
"I know sweetheart." He whispers, "Then junk food and movies it is... Well... Some junk food anyway."
At this Taylor starts to plan how she can get daddy between her legs and take her virginity. During the next few days as she writes in her journal her ideas start to formulate into a plan.
When Taylor's birthday dawns it's very overcast and dreary, which lines up perfectly with her private plans. Today she is wearing a form fitting shirt with only nipple covers for a bra, and no panties under her skirt which is just barely on the too short side. Gary comes into the living room and stops short at the sight of the outfit Taylor is wearing.
"Hey daddy." Taylor greets cheerfully. "Your usual? Bacon and cheese omelet?"
"Uh... Um..." He stammers, "Y-Y-Yeah that's right..."
'Okay... Get it together old man...' Gary tells himself, 'She's just wearing what she would if the day was nicer...'
"Um... Honey?" He starts, "I-Isn't it a little chilly to wearing that outfit?"
"Maybe if I went outside..." Taylor responds. "That I know of we're staying inside... Right?"
"Oh... Yeah we are..." Gary answers as he sits down at the table.
