My 18th birthday in parallel world chapter - 2
Sleep was hard to come by after getting her cunt spanked by her dad. Adeline spent the bulk of the night on her phone, investigating the bizarre sexual dimension of parent-children relationships she'd witnessed – and experienced.
It was a frustrating search. Rather than news items screaming about an overnight incest epidemic, she found it hard to even find information at first, scrolling through news websites without luck until she stumbled on an article in an otherwise unremarkable item about her state governor.
It was a piece about some new bill he'd recently signed, nothing Adeline cared too much about, but which he'd clearly made a pivotal point of his re-election campaign. In the accompanying video, he flashed a blinding white smile at the camera and spoke about policy, adult children at his sides and wife nearby. So far, so typical. What wasn't normal, however, was that in the same way Addie expected him to hug his kids when talking about family values, he casually lifted the front of his daughter's dress to fondle her naked pussy. As he affectionately caught her clit between his fingers to grope her into steady moans of pleasure, he patted the front of his son's slacks to find his cock, gripping the shaft through his pants and rubbing the tip with his thumb. Voters watched with benevolent smiles, and one woman who the news asked for a statement had nothing but praise for him as a politician and devoted family man.
She was pretty sure that wasn't normal.
Was she in another world? Was it an extended dream? She looked at the time on her phone. Half an hour before her alarm went off. Then she'd have to face her parents.
It was easier to just get up, get dressed, slip out of the house before anyone else got up, and take her new car for a ride.
She stopped at Starbucks and sipped her coffee in the parking lot, trying to process everything. She couldn't even find it in herself to be excited about her birthday present, even though it drove well and she'd found it packed with little bonus gifts from mom and dad. Gift cards (one of which she'd used to buy breakfast), a little sun-powered hula girl for the dashboard, a windshield sun shade made to look like a bunch of raccoons were behind the wheel, sarcastic bumper stickers. It was a little painful. This version of her parents clearly loved her to death, just as the ones from the real world did.
Well, her world, anyway.
The coffee started to turn her stomach. It was almost time for school, anyway. She could think about all this later.
People were still few and far between when she pulled up to the parking lot, easily able to find a place that she could slide into without trouble. She was walking to the building, lost in thought, when a familiar voice called from a parked car: 'Hey, Addie!'
It was Chuck, her friend Liz's dad. Adeline was still wary of people, but he hadn't acted weird towards her yesterday.
'Good morning,' she said, with a nervous smile, walking closer.
'Did you patch things up with your mom and dad?'
She got close enough to peer through the open window and see that Chuck had his pants down around his knees, tugging on his hard cock, and just then, he groaned, fist rapidly jerking up and down the tip, and milked out spurts of thick white jizz.
As his breathing slowed, splatters of sperm cooling on his legs, Adeline stood stock still. She couldn't believe she'd just seen her best friend's dad blow his load . In the high school parking lot! He was only the second guy she'd seen climax.
The first had been… her own father, yesterday.
Taking her silence and wide eyes as an answer in the negative, Chuck let out an understanding hum as he wiped the cum off himself. 'Sorry, sweetheart. It'll be okay, I promise.' He gestured at the last splotch on his thigh. 'Liz had to scarper before finishing me off. You want to lick it up? That usually cheers you up.'
Another simple sentence that hit her like a freight train. She made enough of a habit of tasting her best friend's dad's spunk that he knew how it made her feel? Addie slowly shook her head, desperately searching for words. 'I'm… no, thanks. I…'
'I know. You're a daddy's girl. It's hard to slurp another man's fuckslop when you're having a fight with him.' Chuck finished cleaning himself up and nodded at her. 'You have a good day, alright? Don't be late!'
Still dazed, Adeline went through the school's double doors with a sinking feeling in her gut. There seemed to be a culture of consent, at least in some ways, so she wasn't as worried as before – but would teenage boys have the same self-control?
The truth was a mixture of relief and more puzzlement. The school didn't descend into an orgy. Kids talked, joked around, and acted the fool like they always did. The couples who were always a little too handsy stayed at the same level, making out and clutching each other, but didn't go further.
Touching themselves was another thing.
Casually, like chewing gum or cracking wise, boys rubbed prominent hard-ons through their jeans and girls stroked their pussies and massaged their tits, some openly masturbating in the middle of a conversation. Standing beside Liz before class, trying to nod at the right times as her friend told her about some new video game she'd just started, Adeline saw her ex-boyfriend James rapidly beating his meat behind his sister, until he splattered her back and ass with a couple shots of cum – which she reacted to as if he'd just stuck gum on her chair, yelping, 'James! These are my favorite pants! You jackass!'
So far, it looked like incest was totally normal, just as common a way to express family affection as a hug or a kiss on the cheek. Publicly touching your self was okay. But more than that, and the rules weren't too different from the ones back in Addie's own world.
This was confirmed in more ways than one during class. People were still getting settled into their seats, yawning and sleepily taking out their textbooks. A couple who always made a point of acting extra seemed to have kept their lips locked from the hallway all the way to the girl's seat. Mrs Bentsen, never one for nonsense, stopped beside them and knocked on the desk. 'Alright, break it up, lovebirds. You'll still have each other in an hour.'
Reluctantly, the couple parted, and the teacher headed back to the whiteboard to write out today's lesson plan. Thankfully, they were in the middle of a multi-class streak of presentations on US rivers, and since Adeline had gone the week before, she could relax and write notes on autopilot. Good. Her brain was definitely not in a state to focus on school.
The reprieve was a godsend. Teams of three went up to awkwardly talk about the Mississippi or the Rio Grande, people discreetly checked their phones, and Adeline's deskmate doodled throughout, as usual. It felt normal . She even caught her eyes drifting towards Seb, the boy she currently had a crush on. He was starting to grow a little stubble, which she could see even from a few desks away, and she dreamed of how it would feel to have that hair scratching her cheek as they kissed. She didn't pay it any mind when Mrs Bentsen wandered towards him.
In her slight haze, she only remembered Seb was Mrs Bentsen's son moments before he unbuttoned her top and popped out her big, soft breasts.
Unable to look away – something she'd experienced over and over since waking up on Sunday – Adeline watched the boy she liked fondle his mom's milky tits in the middle of class, and suck first one hard pink nipple into his mouth, then the other, kissing and licking Mrs Bentsen's perfect udders like he wanted to nurse from them, sinking his fingers into the tender flesh to lovingly massage them. Throughout, the teacher looked over her shoulder to pay attention to the presentation, even as her face reddened and her breathing became heavier.
And nobody batted an eye.
'Good job, guys,' she said, as the presenters wrapped up and headed back to their seats. 'See, that's a great example of not having too much information, but getting the main facts across. Who wants to go next?'
The head of another team raised her hand, and the group went to set up. In this short lull, Mrs Bentsen pulled a chair up beside Seb, milkers still out in the open for all the kids to see. Seb played with her tits as she sat down, cuddled up to him, and casually pulled the front of his pants and briefs down to free his teen cock and balls.
Adeline gasped, though no one noticed, blushing at the sight of her crush's throbbing meat. As the group at the whiteboard started their presentation, Seb sucked on his mom's boobs, resting his face against them, while Mrs Bentsen worked her elegant fingers up and down her son's hard-on. She tutted a couple of times if he moaned too loudly, pressing his open mouth harder against her rack to keep him quiet, but otherwise, she watched her students talk and polished Seb's pole at the same time without a care in the world.
Thanks, everybody,' she said, at the presentation's close, expertly pumping her fist over her son's dripping prick, tightening her grip over the ridge of his pearly pink glans on the upstroke. 'I'll write you some more detailed feedback later, but you need to balance out your roles better. I think Jesse said ten words total.'
The lesson carried on the same way until the bell rang, and Adeline noted that Seb still hadn't cum. She'd heard jokes about teen boys busting fast, but in a world where they were free to fuck and stroke themselves to their hearts' content, they were bound to last longer.
Wait. Nothing here made sense. She couldn't start thinking about stuff as logical , or she might really start to buy into this perverted alternate universe. Or whatever it was.
Seb sat at her table during lunch, chatting with the group. Liz elbowed her, knowing Addie's crush, and raised her eyebrows like, dude, he's here! And in any other circumstances, Adeline would have been thrilled. Now, though, she could only picture him suckling on his mother's teats, nibbling her nipples, as she jacked him off.
And as if this were all planned to drive her crazy, when she was walking to her car at the end of the day, she heard rhythmic moans from a nearby SUV, and saw Mrs Bentsen on all fours on the floor, naked, mounted by Seb as he thrust his cock into his mom's shaved cunt. He was fucking her, no rubber, humping like a horny dog, prick squelching in and out of Mrs Bentsen's sopping wet pussy.
Real sex. It was Adeline's first time seeing real sex. And it was incest , featuring the boy she thought she might love.
It was too surreal to be upsetting. And it modified her understanding of the rules of this world, at least a little. Teachers didn't hug their kids in class, least of all someone as professional as Mrs Bentsen. It wasn't a one-to-one transfer of family affection to family fucking, and that made her even more nervous. What unwritten rules might she break? Would anyone believe her if she told them her story?
How the hell did this happen?
With all the experiences of the day, Adeline didn't even remember the weird situation with her parents until she walked through the front door and heard her father's baritone call out, 'Addie?'
Maverick was in the living room, working on his laptop. He'd recently been able to do most of his job from home, which had been great news at first – Adeline could always rely on his help with homework, or if she needed to vent. He was a wizard when it came to advice, never dismissing her concerns as meaningless teen drama. And even though she wasn't exactly sure how to feel about him now, she couldn't help smiling back at his warm welcoming expression. 'Hi, dad.'
The concern on her face must have been obvious, because he closed his computer and set it aside. 'Hey. Come sit down.'
Although there was space beside him on the couch, Adeline perched on the armchair across from him, and picked at a loose thread on the stitching of her jeans. Maverick leaned forward.
'You left before breakfast.'
'Sorry,' Addie murmured.
Her father sighed. 'No, I'm the one who's sorry. We might have gone too far yesterday. But your mother and I are worried , sweetie. I wish you'd tell me what's wrong.'
Adeline stayed mum. It was hard. Everything in her wanted to tell him, to ask for his advice, but it was all too weird to explain.