Chapter 3: One True Passion

September 2, 2010; 6pm:

Sammy Johnson squirmed on the leather seats of her vintage sports car, a graduation gift from her parents. She loved the swept-back body and sleek design. The new leather seats stuck to the back of her damp things, causing her no end of aggravation.

The A/C and top of the line car stereo were the most welcomed additions to an otherwise ‘cherry’ 1956 Jaguar Roadster. Sammy had seen one like it at a car show with her dad about 5 years ago. She told him at the time, “That’s the car I want to drive someday!” On the morning of her high school graduation, she had found it parked outside with a large bow around it.

She loved her car. She loved her dad more for remembering every little detail, granting her every wish, indulging her every whim. She often wished that Sam was not her dad. She could be so happy, loving a man like him. If she could ever find one...

The thoughts of romance caused her braless nipples to harden within the strapless tube-top she wore, the cold breeze of the strong A/C making them stand out proudly. Her sex moistened within the short cut-offs. Sammy always dressed for comfort when not tearing up the basketball court.

“Oh God, I always get so horny this time of the month,” she thought to herself. “I want sex so badly, I wonder how I’m still a virgin?”

Sammy knew that this time of increased arousal was an indication that she was ovulating.

Her body telling her she was ripe to mate ... to be bred.

Driving fast on the interstate, Sammy knew that she would arrive early at home. She wanted to spend some time with her parents before her father swept his wife away for a weekend of extreme romance. The dampness between her legs began to sweep onto her thighs. “Time to do something about this,” she thought.

With quick reflexes, she pulled off the highway, then into a rest stop and then to an empty area in the back. She did not even turn off the engine as her hands shot to her sex. Her right hand lightly stroking her clit, while her left probed into her wetness. In mere moments her head arched backward with her cum. Sammy lost track of time as she played with herself, with thick fluids seeping from the depth of her.

After several intense orgasms, Sammy looked at the dashboard clock and realized her extra time was gone. Slamming the car into first gear, she sped back onto the interstate towards home. It was just before 7 pm when she pulled into the driveway of her family’s 2 story Tutor.

Sammy thought it was strange that there was no quick loading of cars going on. Her 2 brothers were not playing in the yard with their friends. The house seemed quiet and still. Sensing something was wrong, she hurried into the house through the kitchen door and called out for her parents.

“Dad? Mom? Where is everybody?”

Panic was starting to form in the girl’s mind when a familiar sound on the back stairs relieved her fear. It was her father’s feet on the steps. A sound she knew well.

Moving quickly, she met him at the landing, throwing her arms around him as he attempted to tie his robe. Sammy pulled her father against her tightly, his face almost pressing into her pert breasts. The fear was now gone from her, and the relief palatable. She had trapped his arms at his waist, so he had no time to reposition the enormous erection he was sporting. His turgid cock pressing into the valley of Sammy’s thighs. Sammy felt her father’s arousal. She knew she should politely move away from him, but she did not. She waited a few moments more, relishing the forbidden contact. Her wet cunt juicing more than in the car before.

“Sammy girl, let me go, please...”

Sammy released her grip from around her father, knowing from his tone of voice that something was amiss.

“Daddy, what’s wrong?”

“Sammy girl, I have so much to tell you. Show much to share with you. I need you to follow me, please.”

Turning on his heel, Sam Johnson walked briskly towards the stairs to the basement. Sammy followed behind him, her fear beginning to return.

Down the steps, through the kid’s playroom, to the one door, she had never been through the door to her father’s office. The one place no one except her father was ever allowed entry to. Punching in a 12 or 13 digit code, the door unlocked. Sam took Sammy by the hand and led her inside. Moving quickly past the racks of computer servers, Sam directed her to sit at his desk. Sammy did so without speaking.

“Sammy baby, I have some very upsetting news. It will change all of our lives forever, but you must know the truth...”

“Daddy, what could be so terrible...”

“Perhaps today, you should just call me Sam.”

Sammy froze at his words. Her mind a jumble of confusion.

“Sammy, I may have raised you. I may have loved you as no man ever loved his child. Sammy, you are not my child...”

Sammy paused for a moment and begin to laugh out loud, at once the fear and confusion falling from her. The relief was written across her face.

“Oh, daddy, you had me going there for a minute!”

Sam pressed several buttons on his remote, and one of the computer monitors came to life. Looking at the multiple cameras being displayed, Sammy realized her father had them planted everywhere throughout the house. The camera in her bedroom seized her undivided attention.

Tied to Sammy’s bed was her mother. Her legs pulled wide apart. Some sorts of devices were attached to her nipples and crotch. A ballgag filling her mouth. Her face was streaked with tears. Sam pressed a few more buttons, and the image of her mother shot into reverse, the time code at the bottom of the screen wheeling back over the last hour. Sam then pressed play.

Sammy sat like a statue as her mother’s confession played back unedited. Everything she thought she knew was destroyed. Her family would be shattered by this revelation. At the same time, she noticed that her cunt wept more than her eyes did.

When Teresa finished her story, Sam pressed ‘end playback,’ and the monitor returned to the live picture of his bound wife. He then pressed other keys, and a different monitor began a prearranged slide show.

“This is Samuel Jackson of Panama City, Florida. He is your real father...”

Sammy sat there, unable to move her eyes away. The biography was complete and thankfully short. In a few minutes, she knew her birth father better than perhaps even he knew himself. When it was done, Sam moved behind Sammy’s chair and bent over. He embraced the girl and spoke softly in her ear.

“A happy family life based on a lie is still a lie. I could have withheld this from you, but then I would have been no better than her.”

“You aren’t my father?”

“No, Sammy baby, I’m not...”

Sammy spun the chair around quickly, almost knocking Sam off his feet. She reached up and snatched him towards her without giving him a chance to respond. Her lips crashing into his. His eyes flying open. Her tongue pushing into his mouth. His tongue responding in kind. For several minutes their passionate kiss continued until Sam pushed up and back from the girl.

“Not exactly the response I anticipated...”

“Really? You never ‘anticipated’ how much I loved you? Not as a father, but as a woman loves her man. How much I wanted to be with you? For a smart man Sam, you can be so fucking dumb!”

Sam began to laugh. The same deep, crazed laughed as when he first conceived of his plan. Sammy joined him in laughter.

“Do you think me so dumb?”

“Not at all, Sam, you are the smartest man I have ever met. The most giving, the most romantic, the best father in the world. That’s why I’ve saved myself all this time, I wanted a man just like you...”

Sam extended his hand and helped Sammy to stand. His lips once again found her’s.

Teresa Johnson continued to sit tied to her daughter’s bed. She wondered what was going on downstairs. Was Sam informing their daughter of her bastardy? Was he killing her before turning on his wife? She was going crazy, not knowing what was going to happen.

She heard sounds on the stairway, her questions would soon be answered.

Teresa was shocked as her daughter almost danced into the room. Sammy had a smile on her face, unlike anything Teresa had ever seen before. She was beaming. She moved over to her mother and removed the ball gag from her mouth.

“Baby, are you alright?”

“Alright? Mother, this is the best day of my life!”

“Baby, what did your father say to you?”

“Nothing really mother.”

“Nothing!?” What do you mean?”

“He didn’t have to say anything. You said everything that needed to be said!”

Teresa felt like she was going to vomit. She understood now, her confession had not been for Sam. He was merely recording it so Sammy could hear the story from her lips. She hung her head in shame.

Sammy lifted her mother’s head and looked deeply into her eyes.

“I can not thank you enough, mother...”