Marriage of Concupiscence
Copyright © 2023, 2026 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 23: Confrontations II
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 23: Confrontations II - [2026 Edition, Heavily Revised] Beautiful Tracy, infant Alicia's new mother, is rescued from a blizzard by lawyer Reina. They become a new family of 3, then 4, then 5, led by a passionate FFM triad. Alicia's BFF, also 10, is adopted after her abusive parents lose custody. After a senseless violent confrontation, both sisters miss their Senior Prom. But instead, each girl has a romantic vacation trip with their beaus. (Offstage mention of child abuse, but no under age 18 sex.)
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Rags To Riches Tear Jerker Sharing Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Hispanic Male Hispanic Female Anal Sex Exhibitionism First Massage Safe Sex Big Breasts Size Nudism Violence
This time, the big old Buick showed up in front of Casey’s new home. Casey’s former parents walked to the front door and jabbed the call button. Rei was in the kitchen and could see and hear the feed from the camera above the door on her laptop.
Recognizing Zorah, she pushed one of the house’s big red alarm buttons. After a few seconds, she pushed the button twice more (just to cancel the sirens), leaving the system otherwise activated. Along with Phoenix PD, the security office for their community was also alerted.
“May I help you?” she asked politely.
“I am Sebulon Pike, I’m here with Zorah to collect my daughter.”
“Not your daughter any more, I’m afraid. I have an order from the Maricopa County courts extinguishing your parental rights.”
“I never signed any documents!”
“You didn’t have to, because of the abuse she has endured.”
“What abuse?”
“There are cigarette burns on her arms.”
“You have nothing to say about how I discipline my daughter.”
“Perhaps not, but Judge Danforth does. And then there’s the bruising around her vagina, and the DNA.”
“WHAT DNA?”
“Perhaps it’s not yours, one of her brothers? It can be hard to distinguish DNA between fathers and sons.”
(Rei was trying to keep the dialogue going, hoping the police would arrive soon.)
“Not my sons. I kept Casey’s door locked and I have the only key.”
“So, Mr. Pike, it must be YOUR DNA, then.”
“NOT POSSIBLE! ALWAYS, I wore a rubber.”
(“Like shooting fish in a barrel,” thought Rei.)
Zorah, at least, realized her husband had just confessed to raping his ten-year-old daughter. She stepped back and hissed at him.
He carried on, bellowing, “I don’t care what you think, bitch. Bring me my daughter!”
“I should point out, Pike, you’re on camera and being recorded, with everything being stored outside the house where you can’t get to it.”
He roared in frustration, producing a double-barreled shotgun and leveling it at the doorknob. Wisely, Zorah stepped back even farther. Foolishly, Pike discharged his shotgun only a few steps from the front door, which was made of steel and only partly damaged by the impact.
Stupidly, Pike looked down at the results of his blast, with little pieces of shot on the concrete at his feet. The noise had left him dazed and his ears ringing. He staggered around and then regarded the minimally damaged door. Only then did he remember he hadn’t brought any more shells for his gun.
Zorah rushed up and snatched the empty shotgun from him, burning her fingers on the barrels. Then she brandished it by the stock.
“You raped your own daughter, you bastard! What kind of man does that?”
Meanwhile
Sid Carson had pulled up and parked behind the old Buick. After snapping a photo of the license plate, he tried to take in the situation. Carson was a retired deputy from Pima County (Tucson); he took some shifts now and then as a security guard for the community.
When the gun discharged, he decided to act. He was unarmed, so he had to be cautious. Quietly he moved around the left of the Buick and knelt down. Using a key on the valve stem, Carson let the air out of the front tire until it was completely flat, then retreated back to his security car.
Inside, Cia had been drilled what to do in an emergency. The brief activation of the sirens told her it was time for them to hide. She took Casey and a chair into the bedroom hallway.
“Hold the chair, Casey, while I climb up.”
Cia was able to reach the rope hanging down from the ceiling, and gave it a strong tug to release the latch. A ladder spilled out, nearly reaching the floor. Cia jumped off the chair, returned it to the bedroom, and then the two girls climbed up into the attic.
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