Domming Daughter Dani – Part 25 of 51 – THE BOMBSHELL

By Dutchboy

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Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some pedo, spanking, mmf and mff. 

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BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. Narrator shift. Skip here again.  That’s the story of Caryn’s long night of incestuous rape, as distinguished from the other forced incest she’d endured since she was eight.

As Caryn said, she didn’t get pregnant.

She missed five days of school and then went back with a cover story of being in a car wreck.  She graduated with her class. Caryn arranged a ride to college with one of her classmates.  She spent the summer sucking and fucking the men in her family whenever they wanted some attention, which was nearly a daily occurrence and usually multiple times in any given day.  Then one August afternoon, she stuffed her clothes and some sheets into a backpack and sneaked off the farm and walked into town. She caught up with her arranged ride and then started a new life at college.

Christmas, spring break, and Summer of her Freshman year she spent with her preacher uncle.  Her uncle went on a mission project to Costa Rica that Summer and took Caryn with him.  Her uncle’s church hit some rough times and enacted a lot of budget cuts that kept her Uncle from taking Caryn with him to Honduras during his next Christmas mission trip.  That’s how she ended up living in a box. After that, Caryn and I were in her apartment and started playing house.

Somewhere along the way, her Uncle inadvertently shared Caryn’s address and phone number with her folks, which is how her dad eventually found her again.

Caryn wanted to move again so her dad couldn’t find her, but she couldn’t break the lease.

I was too addicted to Caryn’s submissive pliability to walk away, although I didn’t really think that I loved her in those days. She was just a steady fuck. There was another little campus cutie I worked with at the Chinese restaurant that I was dicking pretty regularly as well, but I still came back to Caryn’s apartment to sleep afterwards.

I didn’t go home that Summer, the summer between my Junior and Senior years. Nothing for me in my old town except some old friends who were starting to do their own thing and pull away into their new adult lives. My home was my college town.  My home was Caryn’s apartment. I changed my “home” mailing address with the University, which further hammered down the reality that I was tied to Caryn on some level.

An engineering company opened a branch office in our little college town. One of my engineering profs knew I had stayed in town for the Summer, and when they called him looking for a paid intern, he called me. I got the gig and it paid way better than being a waiter.  I took a Summer sabbatical from Chan’s.  After school started, they wanted me to stay on, working a couple hours every day.  I never waited tables again.

I was working on my Electrical Engineering degree, which -- in 1989 -- was still a hot, sought-after degree.  The company that eventually hired me full time was a little boutique think-tank assigned to develop the next generation of HUI(human user interface) for a major appliance company.  If you’ve ever seen the touch-sensitive switches on one of the newfangled ceramic cooktop stoves, that’s what we were assigned to invent. Of course, in 1989, we didn’t know that’s what we were inventing.  We were still experimenting with using the ground current from human skin to open and close a mechanical switch.

Somewhere along the days of my strange career, I became a cross-specialist in both EE and ceramics. When EE jobs disappeared, replaced by cheap ROMs and RAMs doing tricks programmed by software engineers, my weird little engineering discipline became a gold mine.  Our little outpost in Collegetown Midwest became a cash cow for the company. Our patent capital alone is outrageous. We were so profitable that when the parent company tried to move us to Ohio several years ago, 90 percent of the engineers said “No, thank you. We’ll just start our own company in the same building.”  And that was the last that Corporate had to say about moving. The wonk who suggested moving us in the first place was fired.

We all became rich mutherfuckers, living like sheiks in a town with an incredibly low cost of living.

The wealth came later.

But my Senior year of college, living with Caryn, things were merely okay. Optimistic, for sure.

Sex was good. Caryn and I didn’t fight much.  I think Caryn knew I was fucking the other girl, but she didn’t say boo about it.  I was pretty reckless with dumping sperm into Caryn without any protection. Caryn and I resolved that she wasn’t capable of getting knocked up, and there was a decent probability that I had low sperm motility as well, given how lucky I had been not to have impregnated any of my conquests.

Of course you see where this is going.  In February of 1989, Caryn told me she was preggers. It was official. I was going to be a dad.  Caryn started pressuring me to get married, dropping hints left and right as her belly started to extend.

I don’t know why I waited.  I don’t know why I thought it was important to finish school first.  I graduated in May and started working full time for my engineering firm. I booked a date with the Justice of the Peace for a quicky lunchtime court wedding, but I pushed it out until late July. I told Caryn that was the earliest available date. Truth was, I had a plan in mind. I wanted to go back to my hometown and have a bachelor blowout at the titty bars with my old friends. 

And Suzie. I wanted to get a hotel room and fuck the daylights out of Suzie Wagner one more time. Or maybe twenty more times.  I fantasized that she was two years older now. At fifteen, maybe she had big juicy titties and a nice round teenage ass.  She was going to be SO excited to hear from me! No doubt she’d jump up and down and squeal and tell me that she was ready to jettison any plans she had to come be my sex toy one more time!

I stayed after work and made the phone call from a conference room with a closed door, so I could be flirty without any of my co-workers listening in.

Just thinking about how excited Suzie was going to be when she picked up the phone... I had a big shit-eating grin from ear-to-ear. When the dial tone turned into a ring, my heart started racing.

Mrs. Wagner answered the phone brightly, “Hello!”

I used a really fake, deep voice. “Yes, may I speak to Susan Wagner, please?”

There was a long hesitation. “Who is this?”

“This is Dave Jenkins with the American Red Cross, is Susan available?”

There was another long hesitation. “Uh, hang on, Dave Jenkins,” Mrs. Wags said sarcastically.

I don’t know if Mrs. Wagner made any attempt to cover the mouthpiece. I heard her say, “It’s Skip. Yes, of course, that Skip.”

I heard Mr. Wagner mumble, but I couldn’t hear what he said.

“No,” Mrs. Wagner continued. “He doesn’t want Peggy. He wants to talk to Suzie.”

“What the fuck?” I heard Mr. Wagner clearly.  Then there was more marital mumbling I couldn’t decipher. Mr. Wagner bellowed to somewhere in the house. “Susan. Skip is on the phone. [pause] Yes, that Skip.”

After a long time,  a handset picked up. Probably the phone in the basement. Peggy used to go down there to get some privacy when I called her from my dorm room.

“H-hello?”  Suzie’s sweet voice.

“Hey,” I smiled. “So much for subterfuge. I guess I’m busted, huh?”

“Hang on a second. I’VE GOT IT, MOM!”  Somewhere in the Wagner household, a handset was replaced on the cradle.  “What do you want, Skip?”

Funny, Suzie didn’t sound very happy to hear from me. 

“Hey, Sooz, I haven’t talked to you forever! How’s it going? How’s school?”

“Fine. And fine.” Suzie’s terse tone got sharper.

“How’s Hank?”

“I don’t know. Broke up with him years ago.”  [Long pause.] “What’s going on with you?”

“Well, I guess I’ve got big news. I’m getting married.”

“Huhn,” Suzie grunted. “Well congratulations, Skip.”

“Sooz, is something wrong? You mad at me, or somethin’?”

“You’re calling me out of the blue for the first time in... how long has it been? Two years?”

“A year and a half. Yeah, well, my life has taken some crazy turns.”

“Apparently. You’re getting married. That’s a big turn.”

“Uh,” I stammered, not sure where to go when faced with Suzie’s unexpected hostility, “Yeah. Married. And I guess there’s more. I’m, uh, I’m going to be a dad too!”

[Long, long silence.] “Huhn. Imagine that.” Suzie’s tone shifted from perturbed to downright bitter. “Well, Skip, permit me to add one more ‘crazy turn’ into your life, you asshole. Remember Maxy?”

“Of course.”

“You got her pregnant too, Skip. “

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“No way. I used a rubber.”

“Shut up. It was you. It was you. You were the only one, so it was you. Goddammit, Skip, all we needed was $400 for the abortion. Four hundred fucking dollars. That’s all we needed.”

“You should have called.”

“Skip, you fucking asshole! We called your number a thousand times at least. It was disconnected.  Peggy even drove us all to your dorm room.  You had moved out and nobody knew where you were.”

“Peggy knows?”

“Skip, fucking EVERYBODY knows now. EVERYBODY.”

“Suzie, God, I’m so sorry. So sorry. Jesus, I didn’t know. I’m sorry. I’ll send you the $400.”

“Little too late for that, Skip. We couldn’t come up with the money and Maxy had to tell her mom and dad.”

“Shit, I’m soooo sorry, Suzie. I’ll reimburse them. I swear.”

Long pause. “Skip, are you fucking stupid? Maxine’s parents are so Catholic that they have a picture of the Pope on their living room wall. She didn’t have an abortion, Skip. She had a baby.”

My brain couldn’t process what I had just heard. The room began to spin.

Suzie continued when my silence lapsed too long.  “So I hate to piss on your big news, Skip, but you are already a Daddy. Congratulations.”

“I have a baby? What? Who? What?”

I heard the flint wheel on a lighter spark and then Suzie exhaled. She was smoking.  “You have a daughter, Skip. Her name is Allison. She’s healthy and she’s beautiful.”

“Whoa. Shitfuckmuther. So... they didn’t put her up for... She didn’t... The baby wasn’t... Allison wasn’t adopted by someone? She’s still with Maxy?”

Suzie was calming down. “It’s weird,” she said. “Maxy’s older sister Sharon is raising Allison. Sharon is eighteen. They aren’t sure if they are going to tell Allison that Sharon is her mother or what they are going to do. Anymore, I get what little information I get about Maxine and Allison third-hand.”

“You guys aren’t buddies anymore?”

“Pfffft!” Suzie spat. “No, you fucked that up for me, too, Skip. When the truth came out about what happened with Maxy, she told her parents everything, including all the ‘everything’ about me and you. Her mom and dad showed up on my doorstep here and spilled everything to my mom and dad about what a fucking whore I am, and how I’m never to speak to Maxine again.”  [Long pause.] “Shit really hit the fan, Skip.  My dad said he was going to have you arrested. He went to your parents house to try and find where you were. Dad even drove to the college and tried to get your address from the Dean of Students, but they wouldn’t tell him. Privacy laws and shit.”

“Holy fuck.”

“He’s over it now. I think. I guess I’ll find out for sure when I go upstairs. So how do you want to play this, Skip?  You want me to send Maxy your new address? Or do you want to just crawl back under the rock you slithered out from and pretend this phone call never happened?”

“I- I- I’ve got to think about this for a second, Sooz.”

“Don’t call me Sooz, you sunofabitch. My friends call me that. My real friends. Tell you what. I don’t want to hear your fucking voice again as long as I live. So here’s the deal. You got a pen and some paper?”

I wrote down Maxy’s address and her phone number. Suzie hung up the phone without saying anything more.

Being the selfish fuck that I was (and remain) my overriding thought as I sat in that conference room was, “Oh shit. How am I going to explain this to Caryn?”