“What does it look like?” Lauren screeched at him. “Your kids have been fucking behind our backs. How could you let this happen?”
“You’re the one who’s with them all day,” Randy tried to shift the blame.
“You’re never home, you bastard!” Lauren returned it right back.
“Now hold on here, you’re reacting poorly. I know this looks bad but there are a lot worse things that could’ve happened. This is fairly solvable,” Randy tried to maintain a level head. “We just need to keep them separate and get them into therapy.”
“Therapy!” Lauren raised her voice again. “This slut attacked our precious son and…”
“I was the one.” Jon raised his hand. “I was the one who attacked Tiffany. She really did not want to but… but I always get what I want.” Jon wore an incredibly guilty expression. Tiffany was slightly moved by his willingness to accept responsibility but the fact that she would not have been sitting in a room completely naked in front of her parents and freshly fucked if it were not for him kept her from feeling grateful.
“Okay, son, I believe you.” Randy nodded. “Do you regret your actions?”
“No.” Jon shook his head.
“Look at your poor sister. I’ve never seen her so miserable. You must have fucked her pretty hard.” Randy chuckled. “I guess this isn’t the right time for it but, congratulations; my son is now a man.”
“Um, thanks, dad…” Jon responded in confusion.
“You’re unbelievable!” Lauren gasped.
“Really though, what’s the problem?” Randy shrugged. “Our son got laid and he’s happy about it. At least our useless daughter can contribute to this family somehow.”
“Are you suggesting…” Lauren’s eyes bulged.
“Just let the boy keep fucking her. She’s not going to tell anyone, are you sweetie?” Randy smiled at Tiffany. She stared at him blankly, her hands still in front of her cunt in a poor attempt to hide her shame. The liquid running out of her was all Randy needed to envision what had just happened to her though. Finally she nodded, not knowing what else to say. “That settles it then.” Randy clapped his hands as if sealing a deal. “Your hole is now exclusively Jon’s. No going out and getting it from the boys at your school. I won’t have you bringing home any STDs.”
“Are you serious?” Lauren was still in shock. She seemed to have calmed down somewhat, or have gotten tired of screaming.
“What’s the problem? They’ve already been doing it behind our backs. If we forbid them, they’ll just find a way around it. We may as well let them do it in a way we can keep an eye on them. I’m not having a scandal get out.”
“But she’ll ruin him. She’ll control his mind with that slutty hole of hers.”
Randy took a long look at his shivering naked daughter. “If she can do that, then she deserves everything she can get from him. Just look at the poor girl. If you let me fuck you half that hard I’d come home more often.”
“How dare you?” Lauren’s face was seething.
“Face it, you’re a prude and your daughter is every man’s dream; a hole that says no but lets you in anyway with just a little prodding. It’s more fun that way. You may as well be fucking a doll if they just lay there.”
Lauren covered her ears and stormed out of the room. It appeared that she finally gave up arguing. Randy smirked as he glanced back at his daughter one more time. “Go take a shower, why don’t you?” he suggested. “You can join her if you like.” He pointed at Jon. The two of them scurried out of the room. Jon had to support Tiffany as her legs were still wobbly.
Randy sighed when he heard the bathroom door slam. He closed his eyes and tried to picture his daughter’s naked form again, including what must have been hiding behind her hands. The idea that it was wrong had left his mind the moment he gave Jon permission to keep fucking his own sister. This was better than any porn he ever watched. This was an actual teenaged girl in the flesh that he had seen in her post ravished bliss. He wished he had taken a picture. Perhaps he would try figuring out a way to convince her to let him next time; if he could find a time when Lauren was not home.