The Horrors of Stonebury, Chapter 6

Story by Joshiah on SoFurry

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#42 of Incest Stories (Others)

Steven is hitting the bottle, but his daughter is hitting all of the right buttons in the privacy of her bedroom. Another fredwirtz commission means more twisted delights for all!

As the father of the Richards family tries to drink away the stress of what he saw at the school, his daughter has developed a nasty habit of fingering herself to orgasm every single night in their new home. The book that was recommended to her by her new friend, Sarah Walton, keeps her mind filled with all sorts of twisted material to pleasure herself to, but as she reads it, she places herself inside of it mentally, and allows her father to to be a part of that fantasy.

Just the thought of sucking him off brings her to a squirting orgasm, and when she thinks that nothing will break the sanctity of her pleasure, she notices a small set of bumps running down her torso, each one sensitive to the touch.

They're canine nipples, and they're budding...

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Rattled, frustrated and wishing that he could have done something sooner to help the other new teachers at the school, Steven Richards was back to hitting the bottle, much to the chagrin of his wife.

"I want you to know that you can tell me anything, dear," she whispered to him, as she stood behind him and rubbed his shoulders. "Forget confidentiality. You need to vent about this. I can tell that it's killing you, inside."

If he were certain that his family would have been safe, Steven would have broken down and told Tandy everything that he knew. Tandy wasn't aware that Hans was likely dead, and he couldn't bear to tell her such a thing, when he'd been a close friend of the family.

Steven was just hoping that all of his efforts would pay off, so that when the time came, he'd be able to inform Tandy of everything with his head held high, and his friend avenged.

"You're the only thing keeping my head above water, Tandy. I shouldn't have brought you here...I shouldn't have brought any of you here."

"You know how I worry when you're away on long trips, Steven. I wanted to be able to come with. I wanted the kids to finally get to spend some time with their father, and honestly, it seems like they're warming up to the new place fairly well."

Though his son wasn't saying much about what he was doing in the new town, it was true that Tabitha was getting to know a few of the locals, and despite her earlier doubts, the local college was quickly turning into her favorite place to hang out.

"Hopefully, they won't get too attached. We're not going to be staying here when I'm all done with my work."

"Why not? What if we ended up really liking this place, Steven? What if they want to stay?"

For his wife to offer any positive words, or praise for a place that had literally taken one of his friends away lit a fire in Steven's guts, and if not for the slow trickle of bourbon to smother the flames, he might have stormed out of the house. He worried that his own wife might already be under the influence of the twisted locals, and though she wasn't showing any signs of a transformation, her words were cause enough for concern.

On them, Steven didn't feel that he could trust his own family anymore, and the kitchen table became his island. The bottle of bourbon in his palm wouldn't keep him alive much longer; it would only grant him an easier death.

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"F-fuck...I am so glad t-these walls are so thick," Tabitha groaned, as she went about masturbating for the second time that evening, and the fourth time that week. Her mind was slowly being poisoned by the book that she was reading, or at least, she figured that had to be the case. She couldn't think of anything else that would be sending her sex drive up the wall, but she wasn't questioning it, as much as she was just giving her fingers a good workout and enjoying being along for the ride.

If Tabitha wasn't careful, she was going to become a homebody, and if that were the case, she'd have to start finding new places to work out her sexual frustrations.

She was blaming everything on the book, but ever since her family moved to Stonebury, it seemed that her body was crying out for attention more often than not, and though she was always happy to answer the call, there was a greater sense of need to her urges, rather than just the simplistic desire of getting off and falling asleep.

Of course, the book did deserve some of the share of the blame, and Tabitha tried not to think too hard about the fact that Sarah recommended it to her. It made her wonder about what kind of intentions Sarah might have, and for a moment, her fingers paused in their dexterous activities.

"She...she isn't a lesbian, is she?"

Tabitha never even stopped to consider the fact before, despite that Sarah clearly knew about the contents of "Connecting Dangerously With the Natives." The book started as a thinly veiled story of adventure and rebuilding smaller nations after the second world war, but just a few chapters in, incestuous sex was riddled across the pages, and though it wasn't her particular fetish, Tabitha found herself getting further and further into the idea; so much so that she tossed away the thought of Sarah's sexual preferences and focused solely on her own needs.

Her pussy was dripping wet, and the sheets upon her torso did little to cover up the gentle shlick of her index and middle fingers as they continued to thrust inside. For three straight nights, Tabitha found herself masturbating furiously, and finally, she was reaching the point that she couldn't put the book down anymore than she could give herself a break.

She knew she'd already reached climax once, but that wasn't going to stop her from trying for a second. Her fingertips hooked upward and began searching around, trying to press against the small, spongy flesh of her g-spot, hoping that she could give herself a good reason to wash her sheets once again, despite having had to clean them off only a few nights before.

"The father was completely shocked and appalled at what had happened to him," Tabitha whispered, as she read some of the passages of the book out loud to herself. The story carried on between the father and his corrupted daughter, who now looked even more like her mother...not by her birthright, but by the sheer virtue of her transformation. Her hips were swollen, as were her breasts, which were so heavy that they began to sag just slightly. Her nipples were engorged to the point that they couldn't possibly be ignored, and at all times, her sex was split wide open and leaking, with labia that were so plump, they reminded her father of the flesh of a ripe fruit.

Tabitha's fingers tried reaching that much deeper into her own womanhood as she read through the description of the father's transformed cock. The rest of his body was still human, but his member was contorted, thick and covered in small bumps, as if he'd been given some kind of a disease. Just the mention of a male's sexuality was enough to drive Tabitha wild, but then, the following passage brought a fresh gush of feminine juices into her palm.

"It hurts so m-much...what on earth have you done to me?" Tabitha read the lines of the father, and carried through the passage. "How do I fix this?!"

The daughter spread her legs for her father and used what used to be her fingers to spread her own sex wide apart, allowing him to see inside of his daughter and gaze upon something that he never should have. "If you put it inside of me for just a moment, my dear father, I promise that you will feel better."

Tabitha gasped, not from the pleasure that was radiating toward the pit of her sexuality, but in shock as she turned the page and wondered if the father was finally going to give in to the corruption that had tainted his whole family.

"No...I... no! I'll never become one of you! I...I want my family back, damn it!"

There was something heartwarming about the father resisting the wiles of his daughter, even when his body was already starting to take on the same transformation that she'd gone through, but the daughter had one play left, as she licked her lips with an inhuman tongue and gestured to her father one last time.

"At least let me ease your troubles with my mouth, father. You can't possibly defile that."

"Such a pain ran through the father's body that he finally broke down, and the relief was almost instant, as his daughter's mouth easily enveloped his growing, changing cock..." Tabitha finished whispered the last passage to herself, before she shut the book right there and winced her eyes shut tight.

That girl sure is lucky, getting to suck her father off like that, Tabitha thought, and instead of questioning herself for having such an idea, she allowed her mind to sink further and further into the fantasy. Her eyes stayed closed as she licked her own lips as if she were trying to entice her father into such an act, and in the fantasy world that she created, he wasn't just eager for the blowjob...he was grabbing Tabitha by the long, glorious tresses of her hair and slamming his manhood right past her tongue and down her throat, swabbing at her tonsils with the tip of his impressive length.

It was a train of thought that Tabitha never would have had in her wildest dreams before, but again, she blamed the book for changing the way that she looked at incestuous relationships, and being in the middle of a sexual dry spell regardless, she didn't feel bad indulging in a fantasy that would literally destroy her family, if she were ever able to live it out.

Deeper, Daddy...I can take it! Tabitha mentally cried out to the fantasy of her father as she tried to imagine just how thick and pleasant his member would feel against her tongue. A tiny stream of drool began to spill from the corner of her lips as they spread open, and her fingers trembled with feverish delight as Tabitha felt her second orgasm rearing its head. That's it, stuff that delicious cock all the way down my throat! Gag me on it!

Keeping her thoughts in her head was the only thing that kept Tabitha from getting caught in the act, that evening. She wasn't aware that her father and mother were still awake at the dinner table, having a late night discussion about their own stresses.

Tabitha's stress, on the other hand, melted away completely as a quick, surprising gush of fluid shot from her cunt. Her lips sealed closed as she bit down on her lower lip and smothered out what would have been a moan of utter delight, and as she swallowed back on her own pleasure, she imagined the warm, salty-sweet feel of her father's cum dripping down into the back of her throat. She imagined him to be so sweet that a mumble of appeased relief still managed to escape her sealed lips, and as her body quivered and quaked upon the bed, she continued rubbing and pushing until her inner muscles forced her fingers out, followed by another thin spray of female ejaculate.

Her soft, full breasts bounced and heaved on her chest as she let out a series of deep, panting breaths. She'd managed to keep her voice down one more night, but each orgasm seemed more intense than the last, and she knew that she'd be having at least one more before the week was over.

"D-damn...that...that was..." she trailed off, as she tried to find the words to describe the level of pleasure she felt. No man had ever given her such a powerful climax, even in the middle of a full, heavy romp, and Tabitha kept a mental note that fantasizing about sucking her father off was a surefire way to get her body to catch up, when it wasn't already in the mood.

A single, slippery hand began to trail back up from Tabitha's womanhood. She gently brushed her excited clit with a single fingertip as she passed over it, and her palm came to settle just above her tummy as she felt exhaustion preparing to whisk her away to sleep...until she felt a tiny lump.

Eyes that were content to stay closed changed their mind as Tabitha sat upright in her bed and yanked the sheets from her naked body. Her breasts appeared normal, but just beneath them, she noticed what looked like nothing more than a series of large bug bites...but their location was too perfect, too symmetrical to be the work of an accident.

"Multiple breasts...l-like a dog?!"