Chapter 4: Rolling A Stealth Check for Smut

It was almost 2 am by the time the lights in her parent’s bedroom went out.

“Jesus it’s about time.” She thought as she walked back into the main area of the cabin. She came out at 8:30 and she saw her parents go upstairs right after she left. They could not have been having sex for five and a half hours, right?

Right...

She shook the prevailing thought of her naked parents from her mind again, and lifted up the carpet to reveal a heavy trap door. She would always use the emergency exit when she was little to sneak up on her dad when he was working in his office. Those times seem so long ago, when she didn’t know her parents had sexual savant alter egos.

She lifted the trap door, turned on the flashlight hanging from the wall, grabbed her bag and descended the stairs. The tunnel was a basic cinder-block hallway. It was designed for utility, put in by her father to be used in case of a fire. She walked along the dusty corridor before she came to a heavy metal door with a keypad next to it. Without giving it a second thought, she typed in 02142007, the pad lit up green, and the door slid open. Leave it to her father to not take her advice and change the passcode to something other than her birthday.

She shut the door behind her quietly. Even though two floors of house separated her from her parent’s rooms, she did not want to take any chances with discovery. Part of her felt bad about basically trampling all over her parent’s trust, but this secret was something Marsha had been just on the edge of discovering her entire life. It was too enticing to her to let go.

She pushed a secondary button at another inner door, and the backside of her father’s false bookcase opened up into his lavish office. It was your typical subterranean man lair. The furniture was rich mahogany, featuring a large bookcase that served as a inner door, a humidor with rows and rows of expensive cigars, a cabinet for both whiskey and a large safe, and a massive wooden desk, currently decked out with four monitors, a requirement for the high flying day trader.

She entered her father’s domain. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. No time to dawdle though, she had to get to work. She sat in her Dad’s chair and booted up his computer. All four screens basked her in blue light and windows logos, followed by a prompt for a password. Dad didn’t use biometrics or facescanning, he was old school in that fact. He was also sort of predictable, as she remembered the drawer where he kept a notebook that was FULL of all passwords her father ever used.

She found it with ease and went to the latest date. There right at the top of the list was a line that read “General Login – Natalie1988FirstTime”

“God Dad, we really need to sit down and talk about your security.” She muttered under her breath as the PC booted into his home page. She immediately went to the search option and began entering certain key words.

Enhancements. Nothing.

Modifications. Nothing

Education. Nothing

Hmm. Maybe she was being too specific. Or maybe she wasn’t being specific enough. She honestly did not know what she would find, but she figured the computer would be the easiest place to start.

Marsha. A large number of photos popped up, some she recognized from family trips and parties and such, but there was one folder that read “Penthouse.”

Just for curiosities sake, she clicked it. Just as she suspected, it was an entire professional photo spread of her Mother for Penthouse magazine. Fully nude and fucking some huge-dicked stud in what looked like an executive office scene. She gasped as she saw multiple photos of her Mother frozen in images of primal lust, being taken in multiple positions at a time. All of the photos had her in a position of dominance, and she was staring down the camera with fierce eyes that made her seem like another person let alone her mother. It took two minutes before she realized she was just scrolling through it like looking at pictures of your mother fucking was nothing to be concerned about.

She inserted a USB drive into her dad’s desktop and copied an article in that folder and one picture of her mother, solo only, for reference. Other than that, it was just tax information, so she moved on.

Bob. Same amount of photos and tax information.

Ok, now for the last straw.

Graduate…Nothing.

Factory. 1 folder popped up. “Medical Records.”

Jenna clicked on it, it came to three folders that were labled BFranklin, MFranklin, and JFranklin. One for each of them. The files were encrypted, but they could be copied, so leaving her own she copied both her parent’s files and put them on the thumb drive.

“Fifty-Six Gigs?!? What is in these, War and Peace?” She whispered to herself as she sat back in the chair. It would take ten minutes to copy everything. Just as she finished closing all the windows she opened, she heard footsteps coming down the basement stairs.

“OH GOD!” She thought as she rushed to turn off all the monitors to make it look like the computer was turned off. She heard somebody walk up to right outside the door and begin to turn the knob. Jenna went to the only place she could and dove under her Father’s desk pulling the chair behind her just as Bob Franklin walked into his office and turned on the light.

Jenna clasped her mouth shut as she heard her father enter the room. He was silent, his breathing being the only thing she could hear. He walked over to the front of the desk and over to the large wooden cabinet, the one that contained the massive safe. Peering out from the desk, she almost yelped when she saw her father was fully naked. It was his own house at 2:30 in the morning after all. She also found herself staring…like she did at her mother's photos, but this time her eyes fell squarely on her father’s massive dick. It just hung there, almost to the lower part of his thighs, and that was not erect! It was 2 inches wide at least and came complete with a smooth pair of nuts the size of two large apples.

Jenna shook herself again at realizing it was almost three minutes straight of her just staring at the place from whence she came like it was an ordinary occurrence. None of this was normal!

“Hmm…what is that damn combination again.” Bob muttered under his breath as he stood by the safe. He grunted and started to walk over to the desk. Jenna clenched as much into a ball as she could, hoping somehow her father didn’t see her. She saw his bare feet right in front of her, and the top four inches of his cock hanging under the lip of the desk. Up close, it looked even more intimidating. It was like it wasn't even real, it was perfectly shaped and unblemished...except...for a single bump at the base of the head. It almost looked like...her father's cock was once pierced. Jenna reeled back as she now could clearly see that it was indeed a healed over piercing hole.

“Ah, there you are, I thought I put you away.” Bob said as he picked up the password book that Jenna left on the desk. She was too shell-shocked from the piercing development to realize he just completely didn’t notice the notebook was out of place.

He went over to the safe, entered in the combination, and opened the door. Inside was a metal tin that Jenna knew contained some emergency money and passports for the whole family. Other things inside were a photo album of her birth, a couple of attaché cases full of bearer bonds, and a gun safe with her father’s pistol that he rarely used. Then he reached into the safe and pulled out a bundle file folders tied together, on top of the first folder was written in large sharpie; FACTORY FILES – BOB FRANKLIN

Her father opened his file and pulled out a golden card, like a credit card, and walked over to the desk. He picked up the phone and dialed, she could hear the dial tone from under the desk, as it ended her father began to talk to a feminine voice on the end of the line.

“Yes hello...Bob Franklin...Graduate number 345767...Yes hi, I would like to put in a request for a welcome package for a possible new graduate?...Yes. Female....Yes, a second graduate will sponsor her...Marsha Franklin. Graduate number 345895...Jenna Franklin...Yes, we are related...My Daughter...No, absolutely not...Sorry, I know you have to ask that for legal reasons but I assure you that is not happening...Hm? Yes I am the instructor for Oral 1 and 2, well every so often...Ah you have heard of me, nothing too off putting I suppose?...What?...Ha! They did? That bastard, he said he was joking when they made the mold...So, do you have one?"

*THUMP* Jenna heard on the other side of the desk. She didn't want to think that that was her father's cock rising and then softly whacking the back on the desk as it swung down, She knew it was, but she tried really hard not to.

"Ah, so what is your review of the product?...That good huh?...Well I am happy that I made you cum by proxy...What is your name?...Wanda?...Tell you what Wanda, you make this go over smooth for me and the next time I am down for the Oral rotation, I will let you experience the real thing in private...No I am serious....Trust me, when it comes to Graduate Sex, I am always serious....Excellent...I look forward to it...Oh, one more thing, tell Beth and Dr. Williams that I also have a little proposal for them involving this potential graduate...Thank you for your help, have a good night.”

Her dad hung up the phone and put the gold card back into the folder, returned them to the safe, and closed it shut.

“Marsha, I know you are going to give me shit for this, but it was going to happen sooner or later.” He sighed as he put the password notebook away, shut the lights, and left the office.

Jenna did not move until she heard her father’s footsteps fade upstairs. Just in time too, the computer made a ding sound as it finished copying the files to her thumb drive. She yanked it out, shut down the computer and began to walk towards the door. She caught herself though, and looked at the safe, peaking out from the innards of the closet. The combination was on his desk, she could just take the documents inside. Yet, there was that same pang of guilt of doing this in the first place. She had the computer files. It was all she needed for now.

She opened the false wall, slid behind it as it closed, and opened the outer door to make her way back to the boat house.

Did they see her when she was by the door early today? Was her mother and father secretly planning on getting her "graduated" all along? Now it is a race against the clock, she needed to find out what was going on herself, before she was backed up against the wall.

Thousands of miles away, Dr. Rodger Williams was looking over the request forms that one of his new employees Wendy sent to him marked urgent. It was Midnight on the west coast, and he heard his phone ping just as he was about to retire. He looked over the request and almost went bug eyed at who it was from.

“Well, I’ll be damned, those two are finally going to try and make her part of the family!”

“What are you talking about Rodger?” Came a soft coo from below him on the bed. The voice belonged to Beth Scottsdale, a busty and tanned redhead who was currently sucking Dr. William’s cock with two plump red lips.

“Bob and Marsha Franklin! He just put in a request for a welcome package for their daughter Jenna!” Rodger exclaimed as she crawled up next to him and took the phone from his hand.

“Wonderful! Oh, she would be perfect for the program, three degrees, good features, the genes of her parents to work from, oh it is just making me wet thinking of the graduate she could become!” Beth shuddered as she leaned in to kiss her partner.

“And apparently Bob also has a proposal regarding her work as well. Hmm this just got a bit more interesting.” He said as he put down the phone and latched on to Beth’s DD fake tits.

“I’ll have the girls prep up a welcome package tomorrow. We better make this one good, my dear. We may have just landed our first 2nd generation graduate!”