Answers

You decide you need answers. Perhaps you should get dressed first though. You saunter over to your dresser and open a drawer. What greets your eyes makes you smile. Panties, all of them sexy, in a vast range of cuts and colours. You settle on a classic silky black thong. You lowly, slinkily slide them up your legs, putting on a show though there is no one there. Your breasts are firm and perky with no sag. You had no desire to wear a bra anyway. You know there's plenty of clothes in your wardrobe but right now you don't particularly feel the need to cover yourself. Instead you pick a tiny red robe, wrapping it around you and tying it loosely around your waist. You look in the mirror. The robe is only long enough to only cover the top half of your thighs and the loosely tied front exposes your cleavage. You pout sulkily at your reflection and grin. You spin on your toes and leave your room. Time to get some answers.

You walk into the kitchen, your parents sitting, heads bowed, at the table. They look up as you enter. "Sit Toni. We have some things to explain."
You take a seat , crossing your thighs and leaning across the table. You realise that you're instinctively exposing as much of your flesh as possible.

Your father pauses, as if gathering his thoughts before he speaks. "You've heard of the family's curse. That all the firstborn children in our family are daughters. And that at becoming adults they change. Well, the Curse is true. And the daughters turn from good girls into well, for want of a better word, sluts. Where this curse came from is not important at the moment, what you need to know is that from now until the day you die, you will crave nothing more than your own and others sexual gratification. You will remain a teen nymphomaniac. You will also never know the joy of having children, as you are now barren. I'm sorry baby girl."

You pause and think for a moment. If you had't gone through the massive changes you have, you'd have considered your father's story as utter rubbish. You know better now though. You were a boy yesterday and now you're a young woman. And the feelings and desires and needs filling you. You know his words are true.

Your parents look at you pityingly. "We're so sorry. We might be able to get you some help. We're sorry about everything"
You look up and grin, biting your lower lip. "Why be sorry? I don't want help. All I want is sex. How is that a curse? I do have one question though. Why did you fuck me Dad?"

Your father clears his throat, obviously humiliated. "Ah, that's another part of the curse. If the father does not have sex with his cursed daughter, he will be driven mad and attempt to kill his entire family. I'm sorry, but I had to. Do you understand?"
"Of course. And any time you want me, don't even bother asking. Just fuck me. That goes for you too Mum,"

Your parents blush and refuse to meet your gaze. You grin. It's only midday on the first day of the rest of your life. So many possibilities...