One of the Best Stories Eddie Will Probably Ever Read
Copyright© 2026 by Mike McGifford (I have permission to post it)
Chapter 8
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 8 - I didn't write this. Mike McGifford did. I put it in the coming-of-age category, but it's also so much more. BDSM and incest, embarrassed nude females, and all the perverted shit that I enjoy rolled up into one delicious dish. Mike can take the subtle and mundane life of a family that happens to have a kinky side business and let you experience life with them through word pictures. It's not the best story I ever wrote. It's one of the best I have ever read.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft Teenagers Consensual Incest BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Facial Oral Sex Sex Toys Illustrated
“Fuck, Dad, it was so hot watching the pair of them. You’d think she was a dyke the way she got off with Nikki. It was Nikki that made her squirt,” I reminded him.
“Hmmm. Okay, good to know. Last question. Please think about this, Luke, because it’s really important. If Eve was here full time, would you be able to be yourself knowing your mom was here, too?”
“What?” I think my jaw hit the floor in shock at dad’s question.
I couldn’t even imagine Mom being around one of dad’s trainees, much less living under the same roof as one of them permanently. Mom would either kill Dad, kill Eve, go crazy and run screaming to Grandma and gramps place or maybe just walk out and we’d never see her again.
Then I further considered dad’s question. He wasn’t asking what I thought about Mom knowing but if I could treat Eve like I had in front of everyone in the family. That meant Mom, Dani and Marie and of course Nikki. What if Aunt Sophie or other members of our extended family came to visit? Would Dad put Eve away or would I still treat her like a slave?
I wanted to ask him if he was being serious, but he’d already said he was. I don’t think I COULD be myself around Eve if Mom was there. It’d be too weird and Mom would think I was a mean son of a bitch for treating Eve the way she liked to be treated.
If Mom wasn’t such a stick in the mud, and I knew she was completely okay with me learning from Dad it would be different, but I couldn’t get over mom’s likely reaction. I love my mom, and I don’t want to hurt her. I could never take sides against her even with Dad.
This was a crazy idea. Eve and Mom at the same time? She’d never go for it. She was too uptight, too prudish!
“I can’t say, Dad. Mom would never go for it, and I don’t want to take part in maybe breaking up the family ... We’ve talked about this before ... None of us say anything at school about you and your work or anything that goes on here. Not even to Mom. It’d just be too weird to start. I’m sorry,” I admitted.
I really was, too. Eve is awesome and I’d love to do more stuff with her. I really, really wanted to learn whips and paddles and stuff on her. And fuck her again, too. She was so fun to ride! Her pussy was always juicy and it had a fantastic taste.
“Those are valid points, Luke. But put those aside. Could you be tough on Eve with your mom’s full participation?”
Why was Dad so focused on Mom? What about Dani and Marie? What about Grandma and Grandpa? Aunt Sophie, Uncle Leo, Uncle Steve, then all dad’s family and the half dozen cousins that descended on our place at Christmas?
I couldn’t help it. I made light of the question.
“Sure, if Mom didn’t care and wouldn’t get mad, it sounds like an awesome idea. We could put a cage in the living room for her to live in until we needed her for something,” I joked.
Dad took me seriously. “I like where you’re going with that and it’s a good idea for sometimes. But I also like having a bedwarmer,” he replied.
I was going to say I was just joking but then dad’s words registered. Was he thinking of taking Eve to bed with him and Mom? I was suddenly glad it was his neck, not mine!
Dad had a few more words of wisdom for me before he finished with me.
“You know son, half of being dominant is having a plan and rules for the likely. You are the king of your castle like me, or maybe in this instance, the captain of the ship. Everyone expects you to set the tone, but the other half is having a philosophy for the unlikely. Being able to pivot smoothly toward the goal is a necessary skill. If the ship is heading for unknown waters you take your map and chart around it or sail through it. So, when your mom’s family visits, we’ll be prepared and will tell them ahead of time.”
I thought Dad was wasting his breath when he then asked Dani and Marie what they thought of his idea, though. Even though I hadn’t known about what Maddie had been doing with them, I could have told him they’d be fine with it, and I was right.
Those girls just don’t think things through like I do. If Mom or Dad wanted something, they’d always be fine with it. I suppose I needed to start thinking that if Mom, Dad, or Maddie wanted something, they’d happily agree.
But now that I’d claimed Maddie, or rather Nikki, as my slut, did that mean I was basically the boss of the twins, now, too?
Dad pulled me out of my musing.
“So that leaves Nikki. I’m going to need to make some decisions about this, but I need to understand some things first,” Dad told me then turned his attention to my sister.
“So, why Nikki? Nichole is your grandma’s name and she’s far from uppity, as you called it. There’s more.”
The last part wasn’t a question. It was a statement, and he expected Nikki to convince him why she’d decided on that name to describe the new persona she was displaying. Like he needed to be convinced it was a choice she should be allowed to make for herself. Nikki seemed to understand that as well.
“I want to do filthy shit and be a submissive. I’ve never felt something so fucking intensely. It wasn’t even the nasty shit we did. I am still sort of high from the feeling of surrender and just letting someone else tell me what to do”
“Every time a bitch answers my ads to work as one of my signed-sealed-delivered slaves they always have that wild energy and passion. They always say they enjoy it. I put them through three days of intense training. I take them out to the woods and put their pussies to the test. I stretch them out. I hang them upside down. I beat them until they can’t pass out and every day I ask them that question. If they still say fuck yeah, then I hire them.”
“Fuck yeah!” Nicki smiled.
Was she going to let Dad do that to her? I was the one who trained her.
“A part of me is still Maddie wanting to piss in Luke’s cheerios for daring to talk to me that way,” she gave me that big sister look she always gives me when she calls me on my bullshit.
“How does Luke have the fucking audacity to talk to me this way? I thought to myself,” she explained with a measure of respect for me in her voice. “I don’t want to swell his ego, but why I liked it had to do with trusting he knew better than me what made me tick.”
I didn’t. At least, I didn’t think I did.
“I want to put the old Princess Maddie aside ... be someone else while I’m exploring these new feelings. Maybe I can come back to Maddie, but Nichole sounds like she jerks off her friends’ dads at the yacht club for bottles of expensive wine and jewelry,” Nikki scoffed.
“People are who they are, Nikki. Pretending can get them in trouble. Like you said, as Maddie, you still want to piss in his Cheerio’s. I want to know if this is just a phase for you or if it’s something more. The moment things don’t go your way, are you going to up-end the gameboard and pout or are you really mature enough to take the good with the bad and keep playing?”
“I want to be free to be that stripper on stage, spreading her ass cheeks for a dollar because she loves it, it’s what she wants to do, and it’s all that’s expected of her. I can’t be Maddie the popular, conceited cunt at school and do that. To me, THAT was playing a silly game.”
Dad wanted to hear more. He was intrigued now. It was like she said some magic code word and his ears perked up. He gestured for her to go on.
“I want this shit to be real...” Nikki said with conviction. “ ... To be my life. Nikki is who I’ve always been, but she was hidden behind Maddie much like my middle name is. I even hid her from myself. If it really is a phase, I need to explore it fully with someone I can trust, before going back to being Maddie,” Nikki replied.
“I see,” Dad nodded, clearly understanding what she’d said more deeply than me.
“And that affects the other things going on as well,” he added cryptically.
I felt like Dad and Nikki were about to head into a discussion that would exclude me and that bothered me. I’d been the one to bring her downstairs naked and leashed. Nikki was mine!
I looked at my sister, her cunt wide open as she squatted in her boots, looking like she was about ready to drop her butt the rest of the way to the floor. Her thighs were trembling from the effort to maintain her position.
Part of me wanted her to fail in her simple task of squatting there, showing us all the inner workings of her cunt and how fucking perfect her teardrop-shaped tits are. I knew she could either hit the floor or stand up, admitting defeat and then I could punish her to show Dad that she’d accept it.
But I found I really didn’t want her to fail. Like I said, she was mine. A reflection of my authority over her, the exact opposite of Maddie my bitch Sister. I could still show Dad the reality of the new situation without her failing and without me being excluded from their conversation.
“Come here and kneel at my feet, Nikki,” I ordered.
Nikki didn’t hesitate. She groaned as she stood up, releasing the tension on her thighs, quickly shaking each boot-clad leg, before taking the few steps necessary to get to me and gracefully slipping to her knees like it was the most natural thing in the world to kneel naked but for boots and collar, at my feet.
I stroked her hair like she was a treasured beagle.
“You look right together,” he seemed to look at us in a new light.
Dad silently watched me command Nikki and saw her instantly react to my command. I felt a swelling of pride, not just for doing something that I thought would garner his approval although that counted to me but because Maddie would have made the most of the opportunity to try to belittle me. Nikki didn’t, and I was proud of her for that. She’d been a good slut.
“Thank you, Sir! Fuck, that’s harder than it looks!” She admitted, looking me straight in the eye as if it was only her and me in the room.
I couldn’t help but smile. She’d called me Sir in front of Dad and hadn’t used that stupid lisp.
She used that baby talk to get what she wanted. I’d half expected her to immediately complain to Dad about what a horrible Brother I was, and throw me under the bus because she felt like she “lost” something when I humiliated her and used her like a cum rag.
A thought raced through my mind that she did all of this just to piss in my cheerios. Then I told myself that if she wanted to do that she would have spoken in baby talk.