“All is fair in love and war.”

— John Lyly, 1578

Prologue

In spring 2024, Iowa experienced one of its most extreme tornado seasons on record, with 125 confirmed twisters (98 in April and May), torrential rains causing widespread flash flooding, and billions in combined agricultural, property, and infrastructure damage amid the backdrop of a heated presidential primary season. Against this turbulent backdrop, Iowa farmer Thomas Sullivan Marshall IV discovered his daughters’ secret adult activities through anonymous tips: Tatum working as the cam model Corn Bunny, Amelia stripping as “Rose” at Club Velvet in Sioux City, and Riley employed as a submissive at a private Des Moines social club.

Two major EF4 tornadoes struck Iowa in the midst of Tom’s mission to uncover his daughters’ secrets, confront his own shortcomings as a father, and make changes. The late-April tornado that destroyed Minden led Tom to rescue Amelia and her pregnant roommate, Dani—who was also a stripper—from the rubble and bring them back to the farm, initiating the level of physical intimacy between father and daughter that he had only ever fantasized about. In the lead-up to the devastating May 21st Greenfield EF4 tornado, the family celebrated Tatum’s birthday with raw confessions and new rules, triggering the rapid breakdown of remaining boundaries. During the Greenfield storm, the family came together as Tom, Amelia, and Grandpa Trey responded with the local fire department to the damaged hospital, where Debbie and Grandma Hilde had taken Dani, solidifying their growing closeness.

By mid-July, following additional heavy rainfall and record flooding in northwest Iowa in June that further delayed fieldwork, the Marshall family had fully transitioned to an open, multi-generational dynamic on the family farm. Tatum had gone and returned from Alaska and had her weekend with Tom. Amelia and Dani are working on the farm, while Riley continues to support her boss, the Governor, and Tom’s wife, Debbie, has settled back in at home with her own projects. With the Adair County Fair approaching — a cornerstone of Iowa farm communities where families showcase livestock, 4-H projects, and agricultural achievements while strengthening local bonds — the Marshalls now navigate their new reality amid the rhythms of summer life in central Iowa. A short story in 3 acts, NSFW.

Riley

Act I

Iowa – July 2024

Butterfly Wings

“Harder, Daddy, harder...” Riley huffed, her hips flexing as she ground down against him. Tom’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of her backside, his other hand cupping her heavy breast, thumb rolling over the big nipple as he surged up to meet her. His daughter straddled him, commanding the rhythm; he just had to enjoy the ride. “Yes, I got you,” he rasped, driving back with everything he had, his heels bracing against the mattress. Riley tossed her head, brown hair damp against her skin, while Tom’s hands stayed on her beautiful breasts.

Riley knew this was wrong, but she sought out her Dad, demanding sex before they had dinner. She was busy and stressed out preparing her boss for the RNC in Milwaukee next week. She needed the stress release that only sex could give her.

“Fuck ... come in me,” she groaned. Her strength finally broke as she collapsed forward. Tom’s breath hitched as his balls clenched. He delivered one final, deep thrust, grasping his daughter’s firm ass, fingers digging into her flesh as he anchored himself inside her. They both shook with the force of their release, her sweat-slickened chest heaving against his.

He wrapped his arms around her as they lay together, both spent breathing in each other’s scent.

“I love you,” Tom said, steadying his breathing.

“I love you too, Daddy,” Riley replied. She lifted her head, and they kissed, mouths open, tongues meeting for a long moment before she dropped her head back to his chest.

That had been an intense fuck. It had been almost a month since they’d last had sex at a private party at the House of Pleasure, hosted by Hilde, Madame L, for a wealthy businessman. Mistress Jeanette had been the businessman’s companion, while Riley, aka Lilly, had been Tom’s date. They had played with others that night — Tom still found it unsettling to watch Riley with other men, though, to be fair, he had stolen Jeanette away for a kinky ass fuck before they finally ended the night with each other in the sauna.

“Honey, what’s bothering you?” he asked as Riley slid off his chest. He could tell something was wrong; she had been unusually aggressive in bed. Thirty minutes ago, she had stormed through the kitchen door, ignoring her mom and Dani, dragged him from his office upstairs, pushed him onto the bed, and demanded sex. He couldn’t get his pants off fast enough.

Tom put an arm around her as they fluffed pillows and propped themselves against the headboard. He glanced at the Weather Channel report on the bedroom TV. Hot and humid for the weekend and the county fair. It was getting easier, sex with his daughters, but the guilt was still there, that lingering feeling of wrongness.

Riley pulled up the cotton sheet to her waist as the ceiling fan cooled their skin. “It’s just, I don’t have enough time. I need to study for the LSAT, but this summer I am so darn busy,” she said, taking the remote and finding Fox News. The Ingraham Angle was on. Politics was her life right now. This was an election year, and a Trump vs. Harris contest was nearly certain.

Law School, how much would that cost him, he thought to himself. “You still have time, right? You don’t have to apply until the fall, so you have time to study for the test.”

“You’re right, Daddy, and I’m in a study group with Ashley and a couple of others,” she said, a hand on his thigh, more focused on the news than the sex they’d just had.

Riley felt better as she took deep breaths like in yoga, centering herself. She liked sex. This daddy thing a dream come true. Now part of a secret life she kept a tight rein on, where she could be the darker, kinkier version of herself.

Tom felt a grin break out on his face as he watched the blonde host prattle on. His daughter had used him for sex. Way better than the incest erotica he used to read. Debbie appeared in the doorway. “Knock, knock,” she said.

“Hey, dinner is ready. Debi and Amelia are waiting,” his wife said. “You two have fun? We could hear you from downstairs.” She added a smirk on her face.

“Mom!” Riley said.

Moms and daughters, he kept his eyes on the news.

“Yes, we’ll be right down,” Tom said, then watched his understanding wife leave. His stomach grumbled, hungry.

Riley slid off the bed, stepping into her panties and slipping on her blouse without buttoning it. “Come on, Daddy,” she said with a wink. “I worked up an appetite.

Tom sat at the head of the dining room table, the only guy surrounded by scantily dressed women feeding their faces. Tank tops and T-shirts, not a bra among them. He’d made it clear that no one was to feel obligated to be dressed, especially in the summer heat. The only person they had to worry about seeing them was Juan, his operations manager, who frequently came by during the day.

“Love the pork chops, Dani,” he said, pointing with his knife. They were thick-cut, moist, with a tasty smoky flavor.

“My mom’s recipe, Oklahoma style cut and rub,” she said, then took a bite.

“Well, you’re an excellent cook,” he said. Dani looked good, going on seven months pregnant; she had a glow about her. She wore a loose tank top tonight and athletic shorts. The roundness of her belly and fullness of her breasts enticing. He’d rub her feet later.

“Daddy, you are going with us to the fair this weekend?” Amelia asked. She sat on his left. Like Dani, she wore a tank top from high school track and field.

The Adair County Fair was one of the top social events of the summer for the small farming community.

“Yes, I wouldn’t miss it,” he said. This was the second time he had been asked in the same number of days.

“Good,” Debbie said. “Juan and Gloria’s daughter, Mackenzie, has a lamb in the 4-H auction. I said we’d be there.”

Tom nodded. Tatum was with Marissa this evening. He didn’t need to buy a lamb, but they could pretend to drive up the price and give moral support as the teenager raised money. He would make an add on donation, of course, no matter, as this was about fundraising for her next animal and supporting the young woman.

Riley listened and ate, her mind on the busy weekend and week ahead of her. She wouldn’t be at the fair because she’d be driving to Milwaukee with the governor’s advance team. It was surprising how quickly what Riley and her sisters were doing with their dad had become normal behavior for the Marshall family. At the end of the table, her dad was smiling and laughing. He and Mom were getting along again. Dad worked the farm, and Mom helped and had her own projects to keep her busy.

“Mom, how is the new studio?” Riley asked, referring to a construction project that was taking place inside the old barn near her grandparents’ house.

“Thanks for asking. Well, it’s mostly done. The walls are up and painted, and we have lights and a working kitchen,” Debbie answered. “We’re using it Saturday evening. A test shoot with the new camera,” She added, glancing at Amelia.

Tom listened to his wife’s answer. This was the first time he had heard of the Saturday evening plan. He stood. It was time to do his part.

“Let me take your plates, if you’re done,” he said, taking his dinner plate and reaching for Dani’s. The girls had cooked a nice dinner. The least he could do was put the dishes in the dishwasher.

Debbie smiled. “Thank you, Tom,” she said.

“Dani, go put your feet up. I’ll be over when I’m done to give those feet a rub,” he said. “Maybe Amelia can pick us a show to watch?”

Riley had to head back to Des Moines. “Dad, Mom, I have to go. Busy day tomorrow, then off to Milwaukee on Saturday for the convention,” she said. She hadn’t showered after sex, her dad’s creampie damp on her panties. In an hour, she’d be at her apartment in Des Moines.

Tom gave Riley a hug as they kissed on the lips. “Send me a text when you get home,” he said, ever the dad.

He was feeling good and looking forward to the weekend. Looking out the kitchen window, his fields looked good. The corn was already at chest height. He could relax a bit this weekend.

Dani took her top off and sat on the couch, legs up on the ottoman. “I’m ready, Daddy. Can you bring me my vibrator, please? It’s in my bedroom.”

Tom wiped his wet hands on a towel. Dani had said her pregnancy made her even more horny than normal. He was trying to keep up.

“Sure, honey. Just relax. I’ll take care of you,” he said as his wife got his attention.

“Do you mind if I make a video?” Debbie asked. “It’s just a clip for FetLife. I’ll blur both your faces,” she added.

Tom nodded. Okay. He’d seen his wife’s FetLife profile before — a few artsy pictures of her full D-cup breasts, a handful of video clips, and some candid thoughts. Her interests had turned more sapphic while they were separated.

Amelia stood. “Daddy, I’ll get the vibrator if you get the lotion and a towel,” she said, moving toward the bedrooms.

He took a cold beer from the fridge, then grabbed a bottle of lotion and a towel from the bathroom. He’d massage her feet first, then work his way up to her chest while the girls used the vibrator. That’s how this normally went.

The Favor

Amelia massaged his temples as he lay on the carpeted living room floor, his head in her lap. Dani, satisfied by the vibrator and breast massage, rested on the couch with another of Riley’s John Grisham lawyer novels resting on her big belly. All of them naked, ceiling fans pushed the warm air around, cooling them. The house had central air, but it could only do so much with the big farmhouse, and it ran up the electricity bill, so he only turned it on at bedtime.

“Daddy, I need to ask you something. A favor,” Amelia said, her fingers massaging his scalp.

He opened his eyes, glancing up at two beautiful, pink-tipped breasts, blue eyes, and a sweet smile. “Go ahead, ask,” he said. Saying yes to his girls was way easier and more pleasant than saying no these days.

“When I was in Minden, Lutheran Refugee Services connected me with a girl over in Ukraine. She lived on a farm and is my age,” she said as Tom closed his eyes. Yes, that war was brutal, very sad.

“I’m listening,” he said, enjoying his daughter’s touch and warm lap.

“Julia is a refugee now. Her dad and brother both went into the army. Her dad was killed last year fighting the Russians. Her brother flies drones now, I think. Anyway, she and her mom and sister fled to Poland last winter, after we’d been talking for a while.” Amelia continued, “This is her,” she said, putting her phone in front of his face, showing him a picture.

The young woman in the photo was striking, with Eastern European eyes, her dark hair pulled into a long braid beneath a colorful, floral crown, wearing a heavily embroidered traditional Ukrainian blouse and skirt. Looking closer, Julia’s blouse was wide open, the stiff fabric falling away to reveal a firm, pale breast, a rounded mound that looked like a perfect handful.

“She looks nice,” he said, already guessing where this was going. “What’s she been doing in Poland?”

Amelia rubbed his forehead. “Daddy, we messaged a lot on WhatsApp and Instagram mostly, and video chatted too, though her English is not that good. She’s so smart, and we helped each other deal with her dad and my Danny,” she said, taking a breath before continuing.

“Julia trusts me. She told me the best job she could find to support her mom and sister—who’s still in school—was doing massages for men in Warsaw.”

Tom listened. Amelia had a new friend who understood loss and needed her. Just like those stray animals she cared for, her heart needed to care for someone, to help. He understood. Julia probably worked in erotic massage, happy endings, and all that. No judgment on his part.

“So, what do you need me to do, honey?” he said.

Amelia leaned over, rubbing her hands down his hairy chest, her tits close to his face, then sat back up, hands on his face.

“In January, she applied to come to the United States as a refugee. We didn’t think she’d ever get permission. But it happened. Lutheran Services here in Iowa is handling her case. Julia is flying to Chicago next week. I only just found out, so did she,” she said.