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Steven Richards was settling in nicely in his new home in Stonebury, if what he was doing could be called settling.

A couple weeks into the school year, no one seemed to suspect a thing about him, and he was able to calm his nerves without the assistance of a glass of bourbon at dinner every night. Just seeing his family and knowing that they were still safe was enough for him.

The same couldn't be said for his loving family, however. Just because they all loved and cared for each other didn't mean that they were blind to what they were missing out on.

Tabitha was still especially bitter about her situation, and when she wasn't hiding out in her room, she was wandering around the town and making a half-hearted effort to meet new people, much to the chagrin of her father.

"This college has an ice cream shop?" Tabitha asked her new friend, Sarah Walton. Being a typical small town, Stonebury didn't have the kind of exciting night life and 'cool' hangouts that Tabitha was looking for, at her age. Though the downtown area had a nice, old fashioned feel and was well maintained, it didn't do anything to offset how frustrated she was with her situation.

The local college, however, was a step above the rest of the town. A building that was clearly built in recent years, Stonebury Community was the school that Tabitha was forced to transfer to, at least for the current semester. Tall, wide walls made of glass, a support structure of exposed steel and mixed accents of old and new architecture gave the building an extremely modern appearance; it was the kind of place that Tabitha always dreamed she would end up going to school one day.

"Yeah, the food here is pretty tasty. Most colleges don't have a food court like this," Sarah confirmed. "You want a scoop? I'm buying."

There was nothing so unusual about Sarah Walton, at least in plain daylight, to arouse Tabitha to a point of suspicion. She was starting to think that all of her nerves were at the behest of her overbearing father, and perhaps, she was just getting through the rigors of being a new person in a new place.

She knew how serious her father was about work, however, and remembered his advice about the local dairy products. "Oh, n-no. That's okay. I'm lactose-intolerant."

Sarah was a friendly girl, and she smiled before shaking her head. "No worries! They've got soy vanilla, if you'd like."

The utter lack of cheese, milk, ice cream and other wonderful dairy delights was starting to get to Tabitha, who couldn't remember the last time she had a refreshing bowl of ice cream. "Well, I...I guess, if you're sure. I really appreciate it."

"Not a problem!" Sarah replied cheerfully. Her fingers were crossed in her pocket as she pulled some cash from within and ordered a pair of single scoop bowls. "I know how hard it can be, being the new girl in a strange place."

"You mean you weren't born here?"

"Nope! My folks and I just moved out here last year, actually," Sarah confirmed. "My dad wasn't really sure about the place, but everyone ended up being so friendly that we decided to stay. Once I'm able to afford my own place, I'll probably get myself a flat downtown!"

Concerns were fading away slowly as the handsome gentleman running the ice cream stand handed Tabitha a bowl. "Thank you," she answered quietly, before turning with Sarah to find an open table. "I can't believe you'd want to live in the same place as your folks, though. If my mom and dad end up staying here, I'm gonna move as far away as humanly possible."

Sarah giggled as she sat down on the opposite side of a small table with Tabitha. "Oh, come on. Your parents can't be that bad...you're probably just a little stir crazy from being stuck inside the house all of the time."

"It is kinda hard to find things to do around here," Tabitha admitted. "And it seems like there's way more girls than guys...that boy at the ice cream stand is the best looking guy I've seen since we moved in!"

"You just have to know where to look," Sarah pointed out. "But maybe you come from a bigger place with a wider selection. I think there's plenty of lookers here..."

"Like who?"

Sarah darted her eyes to the left and right before letting a wry grin crawl across her lips. "Well, if you don't mind me saying so, I'm kinda into older guys...and not that I'd ever do anything, but...your dad is hot."

Tabitha was barely through her first spoonful, and she was nearly forced to spit it out as she chuckled. "Y-you're kidding, right? My dad? The boring, hard-nosed, no nonsense guy who won't stop treating me like I'm 12?"

"Like I said, older guys really get to me," Sarah confessed. "Besides, he's got that whole responsibility thing going for him, and I like a man who can take control. He seems like he doesn't take any guff...it's just kinda hot. You know what I mean, right?"

"What? You mean that I think my dad is hot?"

Sarah shook her head. "I didn't mean him in specific, necessarily...just that kind of guy, but since you mentioned it, have you?"

"Have I what?" Tabitha asked, able to feel warmth creeping into her cheeks as the conversation with her only acquaintance became entirely too intimate.

"Have you ever thought about what it would be like to be with him?"

Tabitha stuck her tongue out and made a disgusted gesture. "Oh, heavens no! That's...that's just weird, Sarah!"

"I guess I'm from a more liberal family. It's kinda weird, but it's natural too, y'know? Sometimes people have fantasies that they shouldn't."

"Well, sure, but not about their own fathers!"

Sarah cocked a brow and leaned on her elbow. Her look was piercing right through Tabitha, as if she knew something about the newcomer that she didn't even know of herself. "Not even once, huh?"

Tabitha stuffed a large scoop of ice cream in her mouth, quietly hoping to get a brain freeze and change the subject. When that failed, however, she let out a quiet sigh. "O-okay, like one time, but it wasn't anything serious. My dad's just in really good shape, and I've never gotten to date a guy like that before."

"See? That wasn't so hard...and there's nothing wrong with that!" Sarah claimed.

Tabitha offered a weak, stammering "Y-yeah..." in reply, before glancing to the side.

Concerned and making a small frown, Sarah reached across the table. "Hey; it's no big deal. Do you...uh...do you like to read?"

The change of subject was welcome for Tabitha, who glanced back and offered a timid nod.

"That's great! There's a book making the rounds, and I think they've still got a few copies at the campus library. You should really go give it a read!"

"Now that is something I could discuss," Tabitha replied. "What's it called?"

"Connecting Dangerously With The Natives. It's a really exciting, kinda creepy book. I bet you'd finish the whole thing in one sitting!"

**

Because of their late arrival in the town of Stonebury, Tabitha wasn't able to register for a lot of classes at the local college, leaving her with ample free time, and no desire to find a part time job.

She had a new book to try, however, and with everyone else out for the day, she'd happily skipped up to her room on the second floor and crashed right into bed, feeling no concern for how early in the day it was.

That was a few hours before, and though she made it easily through the first couple chapters of the book, she was beginning to struggle, as the content matter of the pages became more and more mature with each passing paragraph.

"Good Lord...they really stripped her down and made her watch her own mother and brother have sex? These people are so twisted...it's s-so wrong!" Tabitha was speaking to herself, but keeping her voice to a light whisper as the moon began a slow ascent into the night sky. "I really hope that she finds a way out of this...there has to be something that she can do!"

The horrifying events within the book chronicled the story of a family that was on their way to a small island after the second world war. An affluent family that was quite well to do, they sought to use their grand fortune to help the natives of the island and aid in the recovery efforts after war time struggles decimated good portions of the population.

A pair of young adult siblings were separated from their parents, however, and while mother and brother were forced to have sex with each other in some kind of a twisted ritual, the daughter was strapped to a pole and forced to watch the entire event, as if she was being put through some horrible form of torture.

Things only got worse for the family as the father, presumed dead, was revealed to be alive, though it was tough to claim that he was doing well, and the daughter, left untouched for so long, was being exposed to the same corrupted juices that transformed her mother in a grotesque creature of lust.

"We've found her!" Tabitha read the passages aloud, as she gazed over the part of the story where her tired, but pure father managed to find her. The mother and brother had become slaves to the island and couldn't be saved, but the partially transformed daughter was taken down to the brig of a large sailing vessel, captained by none other than her poor, tortured father.

He knew of the fate of his family, and now, all that he had left was his own flesh and blood daughter, even if she didn't look anything like him, anymore.

"Though his daughter was reclaimed, she was barely human any longer. Her breasts were full, swollen and drooping with the weight of their corrupted milk, and her sex was constantly engorged with the heat and essence of lust, leaving it to drip a slow and desperate stream of feminine arousal...w-wow. They were able to write stuff like this back in the 50's?"

Somewhat disgusted, but too entranced to stop reading, Tabitha turned the page, and her eyes went wide as she read through the details of their encounter. The father, untouched by the corrupting hand of the island, felt compelled to visit his daughter, who was locked up in a cage in the brig for her own safety. The natives of the island riddled her body with a sexual need, but it was left unfulfilled, causing her to become furious with unmitigated frustration.

The sight of her own father was only adding fuel to the fire, as she lunged forward in her cave at his presence, spreading her large, full breasts around the bars and pushing them out so that her father might be tempted to touch them.

"I wish I could do more to help you, my dear."

"I need no cure, father. I only need company...it's so terribly lonely in the hull of the ship, and no one visits me, except to bring me a meal."

Foolishly, her father approached, feeling a paternal love for his daughter, even then. The moment he was in range, she reached through the cage and gripped him by the hem of his shirt. He tried to pull back, but her body was possessed with unparalleled sexual energy, and from her own father, she stole a deep, passionate kiss, one that was unwilling at first, and slowly, he began to give into it.

Tabitha, in disbelief at the words, and at herself, began slipping a hand down into her own panties as she curled up under the covers. Her fingertips swirled around the tiny nub of her clit as she read about how the daughter tried in vain to get her father to suck the milk right from her breasts, and when she couldn't, she smeared a handful of it across his face, forcing him to accept the scent of her fluids.

"W-we...we can't do this!" the father protested, though his daughter had different ideas. She gripped his trembling arm by the wrist and pulled his fingers to her bare, oozing cunt, and began grinding against his open palm until he came to his senses and recoiled. "This isn't right! We have to stop!"

Hanging her head in shame, the daughter turned away from her father and began to weep, crying over her lack of self control.

Tabitha dealt with the same issue, as small, whimpering pants began to escape her lips. Reading the incestuous story was filling her with an overwhelming lust, and her clean, white sheets were stained with a small puddle of liquid desire as her fingers continued to probe deeper and deeper into her womanhood...