Three - Daddy Finds Out
Copyright© 2026 by Pete Fox
Epilogue & Historical Note
Erotica Sex Story: Epilogue & Historical Note - An Iowa farmer finds out about his three daughter's secret lives, one at a time, as he’s given clues by a mysterious puppet master. He’s not perfect in how he responds. At the same time a historic tornado outbreak ravages the region. A kinky redemption story at its heart, takes place in 2024, a father's love for his outwardly normal family reveals darker depths. Historical erotica in six parts.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction Farming Historical Sharing Incest BDSM Voyeurism
“The future’s in the air
I can feel it everywhere
Blowing with the wind of change”
—Scorpions, Wind of Change (1991)
“Multiple rounds of thunderstorms brought torrential rainfall, damaging winds, hail and destructive tornadoes to the state (Iowa). These thunderstorms were the result of a low pressure system which lifted north into the area on the night of May 20th, 2024, producing slow moving storms that dropped 2 to 4 inches of rainfall. This resulted in flash flooding over portions of northern and central Iowa through the morning of May 21st, 2024.
Following the heavy rainfall through the morning, skies cleared out ahead of an approaching cold front. By the afternoon hours of May 21st, 2024, this cold front produced a line of strong thunderstorms which produced multiple strong tornadoes throughout the state, including one which led to significant damage in the town of Greenfield, IA, among other locations. This line of storms also produced damaging winds, leading to widespread tree damage and power outages throughout the forecast area.
Storm surveys have confirmed EF-4 damage in Greenfield, Iowa, EF-3 damage in NW Adams County, and EF-2 damage from two tornadoes: in Polk into Story County and near Arbor Hill. Other tornadoes from the event are also detailed below.”
— National Weather Service Des Moines, Iowa Event Summary, May 21, 2024, Tornadoes, Winds and Flash Flooding.
Tornado over northeastern Adams County moving towards Greenfield.
Photo Credit: Isaac Polanski
Las Vegas, Nevada – Saturday Night
Tom stood behind his daughter, Amelia, his arms wrapped around her waist as they looked out from the 64th floor of Mandalay Bay. Below, the Strip was alive with pulsing light. His eyes dropped to the deep cleavage of her black cocktail dress as she slowly rubbed her backside against him. He breathed in the scent of her hair while she sipped her drink; since everything was charged to the room, no one had bothered to verify “his wife’s” age.
“That was a great show,” Amelia said, still looking out at the city. “Thank you.”
They’d had dinner at CUT by Wolfgang Puck before catching the 9 p.m. performance of Absinthe—a wild blur of raunchy comedy and semi-nude acrobatics that had set the mood for the rest of the evening.
A hostess approached with a professional smile. “Mr. and Mrs. Marshall? Please follow me.”
Tom grabbed his whiskey from the railing and followed Amelia. They looked good together, him in the same sharp, black ensemble he’d worn to The House, and her in what she proudly called a micro-dress, the short hem hugging the bottom of her firm ass.
The hostess led them toward the dance floor, where the DJ was warming up with deep house music. Another couple were already seated at the table. Tom smiled when he recognized his brother.
“So glad we could meet up last minute,” Tom said. He shook Kevin’s hand as his brother stood, adjusting his tailored black blazer.
“I’m glad you called,” Kevin replied, his eyes briefly flicking to Amelia before he motioned to the young woman at the table. “I brought Bethany.”
Tom looked at the girl sitting at the table—Bethany, a daughter from Kevin’s first marriage. She was younger than Amelia, a pretty brunette with soft, curly hair and a disarming girl-next-door look. Her dark blue cocktail dress featured a conservative scoop neck that only hinted at her petite, perfect breasts. She stood gracefully, offering her cheek for Tom to kiss while her eyes flicked curiously toward her cousin, Amelia.
“Nice to see you both,” Tom said as they got comfortable, Amelia on his left, Kevin on his right, Bethany seated across from him. The two cousins quickly ignored their dads.
As loud house music played, they drank and talked as best they could, leaning closer. Being family, the conversation flowed easily. Tom and Amelia assured Kevin and Bethany that Hilde and Trey were fine, as was the rest of the family back home in Iowa. Adair County, however, would take years to recover. Kevin told Tom that earlier that afternoon, he’d picked up his daughter at Pepperdine in Malibu; the four-hour drive in his red Corvette (C6) hadn’t concerned him because, as a cop, he wasn’t worried about a speeding ticket. After dinner, they caught a topless burlesque show at the Luxor—just as Tom and Amelia had done earlier.
With another glass of expensive Macallan 18 Single Malt Scotch whisky under his belt, Tom turned to his brother. “Debbie and I are back together,” he said. “We’ve agreed to open things up again.”
He glanced at Bethany as she sipped her colorful drink. She was laughing and conspiring with Amelia, cheeks flushed from the cocktails and the pulsing house music.
Kevin was a homicide detective, sharp, quick on his feet, and alcohol only sharpened his ability to read meaning from the smallest clue. As he’d done years ago in Mexico when they wife-swapped that last evening. The man missed nothing; Tom’s hand resting on Amelia’s thigh, the fact that they were on a daddy-daughter trip to Sin City, registered as a married couple, were a few of the obvious clues.
“Are you and...” Kevin looked directly at Amelia, his fist resting on his whiskey glass. He leaned toward his older brother, a little grin on his handsome face.
Tom knew this was coming. He’d made the call to Kevin yesterday after they landed in Las Vegas. “Sharing the same bed, yes,” he said, watching his brother’s reaction. “Debbie is on board,” he added. He and Amelia had finished what they’d started weeks ago as soon as they were in the hotel room yesterday afternoon. She’d been worth the wait, far kinkier in her likes than he’d ever imagined.
“I assume you and Bethany have a similar sleeping arrangement tonight?” he said. Sharing a king-sized bed. Kevin’s younger second wife, Erin, enjoyed partner swapping; Tom had been there, done that in Cabo, so he just assumed the rest.
Kevin’s grin widened. “Bethany, honey, why don’t you come sit by your Uncle Thomas,” he said.
He stood and traded seats with his daughter, placing a hand on Amelia’s bare knee as he settled into the empty chair.
Tom took the lead with his niece, “So, you go to Pepperdine, that’s a conservative school, right?” Tom asked, his right hand on Bethany’s leg under the table, tracing a finger along the soft skin of her inner thigh.
Bethany gave him a nice white smile, lips painted red. Her curly bangs framed big, brown, intelligent eyes. “Yes, it’s a Christian school, though anyone can attend. I’m finishing my freshman year,” she said, “Majoring in Sociology, though my interest is in anthropology,” she added before he could ask.
Same age as Tatum. Tom glanced across at Amelia. She was still his Watson, his partner in this. She smiled back, clearly all in. They had gone to a gentleman’s club late Friday night, both in the audience this time, watching the girls dance. Amelia had sat in his lap while he told her about Kevin and her cousin and what he had in mind.
He watched Amelia lean into her handsome surfer-detective uncle, Kevin’s arm now draped comfortably around her shoulders.