Tell her to go get Zoe

Your brain is a mess of thoughts. You can't make sense of any of this. Who is this woman? Is this really your wife? is she really talking this way about your daughter? Forget talking. Did they really do what she said they did?

You open your mouth to say something, not really knowing the words that are going to come out. And the words that come out are "Go get her."

Carolyn's mouth curls into a smirk. Are you falling into her trap? Is it really a trap if it's what you want too? Is it what you want too?

"Go get Zoe and bring her here." You say again sternly.

And so Carolyn disappears for a few minutes. It'll just take a few moments to get to Zoe's room and back. But in those few moments you have every thought that a person could have in this situation, starting with, ending with, and surrounded with the disbelief that this is actually happening.

But it is. It is actually happening. You suppose the time to decide whether or not it should happen has passed. It is happening. You, and Carolyn and your daughter, who you've raised to be a lovely young lady. And what does that mean? There's no way to know how to act. Yet Carolyn doesn't seem to be struggling with this. Maybe she's achieved a sort-of sexual self actualization that you haven't. Maybe she's learned to let the desire take control.

You think of what Frank said. "This country ain't going back" he said. The words echo in your mind. You feel like they'll echo in your mind forever. Why are you so hesitant to do this? Because it's wrong? Why is it wrong? In what world is it wrong? That world is dead now. Now it's a world where, as your President said "The cock is king." So fuck that old world, right? What consequences could there be to doing this? The only consequences you can think to dread are ones from not doing this. Some other guy like Frank or worse taking control of your wife and daughter. You need to be the one to take control of them. You need to be the one to dominate them.

Jesus Christ, did you really just have that thought? You sense your reality slipping away. You can stop this. You're going to say "No, we're not going to do this. We're going to find a family therapist and we're going to get things back to normal."

Carolyn steps back into the room with Zoe next to her, her tight camisole gone, breasts now exposed to you. Young, amazing breasts. Hard, eager nipples. Wet... why are they wet? Has her mother been licking them just now? Your daughter stares at you, big eyes, nervous but excited face. She trusts you. She trusts you to do this and do it right.

You're not going to stop this. You're not going to get things back to normal.

"Come over here, young lady." you say.

She does, walking from her mother, across the kitchen over to you. You wonder if she sees your bulging pants. What would happen if you took your cock out right now? Would she drop to her knees and suck it, no questions asked?