I couldn’t believe it has taken me this long to figure out how to save me and my sister. I finally figured it out, and with only hours to spare.

Let’s go back a bit. My mum’s a whore. Well, not professionally, but, she does seem to get the life she wants to lead by fucking rich men. After the birth of my little sister, it turned out the life my mother wanted to lead wasn’t one that included two girls, a husband in middle management and a mortgage on a 3 bed house in a less fashionable part of Burntfield.

She led a double life for over a decade, while pretending to be a mother and wife she was having a string of affairs until she found the one man who was rich and gullible enough for mother to get the balls to leave us. I was thirteen and Daisy was eleven.

Within a couple of months Liz was on the scene. She spotted Dad and locked on her tractor beam. I think Dad took to her because she reminded him of Mum, big tits and legs that go on for ever. Daisy and I took against her because she reminded us of Mum, an opportunist man-eater.

She brought with her two daughters from a previous relationship. They were cool, I liked them, but it was clear they missed their dad and blamed Liz for their family’s break-up.

Sure we weren’t exactly pleasant to Liz, but she made no attempts to connect with us. Her target has Dad, and infatuated, he didn’t want to know about our concerns. Within three months, they were engaged, and now it’s six months on and their wedding is tomorrow.

We’d been racking our brains on how to stop it, and we were out of ideas. It was nine o’clock at night. Our hideous dresses were hanging on our wardrobes, with indecently shined shoes sitting beneath them. I was never going to be able to sleep, I’d been trying to find one last, desperate, way to stop the wedding. But it was hopeless. He loved her, he loved her because she was so much like Mum. He wouldn’t admit it, it’s doubtful he even knew it himself, but Liz knew. Liz knew that he is still in love with Mum.

I questioned myself. Why did I want to stop this? Was it for selfish reasons? Didn’t I want Daddy to be happy? Would he be happy? Maybe he would, but he’d be happier with me.

Wait. What?

He’d be happier with me. Liz shouldn’t have my Daddy, I should have my Daddy. And that’s when I realised how to stop the wedding. I’ll get Daddy to fuck me.

One thing that I have to thank my mother for is having strong genes. You compare old photos of her with my selfies and the similarities are amazing. We have similar bone structure, both of us have large blue eyes, although obviously I have a soul behind mine. Despite being only 14, you could already see that I have inherited her legs and chest.

I slipped on a long, loose t-shirt and slipped off my panties. I moved quickly and quietly across the floor and out into the hallway. Experience had taught me that whenever I have a plan that I may come to regret later, I should get on with it before I talk myself out of it.

I wasn’t like I was totally inexperienced with guys. I’m a smart, attractive brunette with legs to die for and at fourteen was already using a C-cup bra. Boys liked me. Hey, some girls liked me too, and going to an all-girls school, that’s where most of the action is. I’ve never actually fucked a guy, but I’ve touched a few dicks and even blown a couple of guys. Steady boyfriends haven’t been my thing, I’m young, I didn’t think I’d ever meet Mr Right until I was well into being a grown-up, so I dated a lot and if they date was fun, I’d reward the guy. It was only tonight I realised that Mr Right was living under my very roof.

Being impulsive is all well and good, but I hadn’t actually thought what I was going to say. I kind of rely, maybe too much, on being able to improvise on the spot. But, let’s face it, I was up against a rather tight deadline and I don’t think there is a huge deal you can plan when you need to urgently seduce your father. Thinking about it as I crossed the hallway and stood outside his door, I bet there is a reddit subgroup for this kind of thing.

Subtle isn’t my strong suit, so it was a no to sneaking in gently. It was all or nothing Rose tonight. I opened Daddy’s bedroom door, and stood there.

Liz and her kids were still at their house, in a slightly less fashionable end of the town. This ‘whirlwind romance’ had been so quick that the adults hadn’t really sorted out where the families would live after the wedding. They were taking it in turns to sleep at each other’s place confident that myself and Saphie, Liz’s eldest, were responsible enough not to let the houses burn down. Bonus was that it did mean I could have guys (or girls) over quite a bit. I knew Daisy wouldn’t tell on me, partly because we’re really close but mostly because I let her watch. She used to hide in my wardrobe, but recently we’ve stuck a few cameras in my room. Heck, it’s been useful for me too, I like to so some post-game analysis on my technique.

“Daddy...” I was about to do the I can’t sleep routine, and could I get in with him, but it was barely nine o’clock, I’m a night owl. Daddy knows I won’t even be trying to get to sleep for another few hours. Besides, it’s cheesy. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Yes sweetie?”

“Was mother your first?”

“My first?”

“Were you a virgin when you met my mum?”

Dad laughed. “No honey, I wasn’t, I had been with a few women before I met her.” “And was mother?”

“What do you think?”

“Yeah, I guess she wouldn’t have been!”

“Why did do you ask?”

“Well, I was listening to a singer being interviewed, he has this thing about virgins shouldn’t fall in love.”

“In that you need some experience? So you don’t have to worry about having missed out when you’re tied down to one person? I guess that’s a philosophy. What’s this about?”

“Well, you know, there’s this guy, who, I dunno, I guess he could be the one. And well, I’m a virgin, and...”

Dad laughed.

“What?”

“You’re a virgin?”

“Daddy!”

“Rosy, you don’t have to hide it from me. I know you’ve been with guys, it’s okay. I know you’ve got a good head on those shoulders.”