Daddy Demands 1

by Abby Kace

“Mark me?”

  He puts his hand on my throat and his fingers shake like he can’t control himself. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”

  There’s still a chance here to step back, my brain screams, just say something funny. Anything. We may only be five months apart, but I’ve always looked up to him as my big brother, and I should not be feeling what I’m feeling at this confession. “Beautiful huh? More beautiful than Valerie Hamilton?”

  Valerie Hamilton, the homecoming queen our senior year. Taylor had been voted the homecoming king. And it was the most awkward homecoming in history because he shunned her the whole night. Everybody figured he had a secret girlfriend or something.

  “Yes,” Taylor says.

  Just yes. Nothing else. One word that has me blushing all over, and the more I try to calm myself the hotter I blush. God I hate my stupid skin.

  He takes my hand again.

  “You shouldn’t touch me like this,” I whisper.

  “Have you been with a guy before?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “I want to know, sis. I want to know if you waited for me like I waited for you. I want to know if anything’s been inside your pretty pussy besides a finger.”

  I smack him across the jaw, my heart beating like a drum. I can’t believe he would ask such a question. I can’t believe I want to answer—yes I waited.

  Taylor picks up my wrist, kissing along my fingers before he circles an arm around my waist. He drags me down into the bed.

  “I’ve always wanted you,” he says. “Now answer my question.”

  My legs wrap around his like they’re moving on their own. “I’ve never been with anyone,” I whisper.

  “You will today,” he says through his teeth. Quicker than lightning he tears off my shorts and cami, exposing my most private parts. “No panties?” he growls.

  “It’s just the two of us in the house. I never wear them when it’s just us.”

  “Why?”

  “I dunno,” I say shyly.

  His finger slides over my smooth slit that’s wet and pink. “You have no hair here. Why is that?”

  I’m not about to explain my private waxing habits to my own freaking brother, not to mention I never had much hair down there to begin with, something Taylor wouldn’t understand with his dark tousled mane, and I don’t even want to know what he looks like down there.

  Then he unbuttons his jeans, pulls down his briefs, and I hold my mouth.

  “It’s cool, sis.” A boyish smile creases his mouth. “I trim myself too.”

  Oh. My. God.

  His thing is massive, way thicker than what I’ve seen in the naughty stuff online. The base of his hard cock is also trimmed, with a line of hair reaching his belly button. Taylor’s not smooth, but very neat, which I think makes his erection look even bigger.

  My tummy flutters.

  The muscles in his hips pop out as he moves over me, the knobs of his abs shifting under the skin.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” I gasp.

  He presses his mouth to mine while his fingers roll over my clit, and the rising heat in my belly makes me suck on his tongue. Then a hard knob nudges my folds as his hand wraps around my throat, and I close my legs around his narrow hips.

  When the head of Taylor’s cock splits me apart, I gasp.

  He leans back slightly and I look down to see my sticky lips clinging to him, less than an inch of his massive tip rubbing in my juices.

  “You ready?” he growls.

  “Y-Yes.”

  As Taylor tenses his body, the door to my room flings open, and I look aside to see my stepdad, who glares back in shock.

  “Daddy!” I squeak.

  It takes my brother a second to roll off me.

  “What is going on here?” Daddy roars, holding a wrapped present under one arm. And then I remember Daddy said he’d get a gift for my brother and me before we leave for college.

  I fumble for words and can’t find a single thing to say.

  Taylor’s silence helps nothing.

  “Emma, I left work early today to pick up these presents for you two,” he holds up the package, “And I come home to find this.”

  I dress in a hurry while my brother zips up.

  “Get out,” Daddy tells him. “I need to have a word with your sister.”

  “Wasn’t her fault,” Taylor says. “I love her, I started it.”

  “Did I say it was her fault? Out. We’ll talk later.”

  Taylor walks past Daddy with head held high, as if he has nothing to hide. I wish I felt the same way.

  After my brother leaves, Daddy shuts the door again and sets his present on my desk. “What happened, Emma?”

  “What’s it look like?” I murmur, my face burning.

  “You shouldn’t want your brother like that,” Daddy says quietly.

  “I love him too!” The words leave me in anger before I jump out of bed to shoulder past Daddy.

  Scowling, he blocks the door with his solid body, and pushing his chest feels like pushing a brick wall. I dig my heels into the carpet and shove his stomach, only to press on the ridges of tensed muscles that barely move.

  He grabs my wrist. “You need to learn some respect, little girl.”

  Daddy’s tone is so startlingly soft, so different than the voice he used only a moment before, and something about his glare takes my breath away. There’s more than anger in his eyes.

  Then I feel a hard shape prod my tummy.

  His keys?

  No, it’s too big.

  It’s …

  Oh my god.

  The heat I felt in my belly rises to my throat, the tugging sensation between my thighs so sharp I bring my knees together. What’s wrong with me? Maybe hormones? Or it’s something I ate. My head spins a dozen excuses, anything to avoid the fact that I’m turned on by Daddy’s erection for me.

  But I can’t stop my feelings.

  “Daddy,” I whisper, like an admission of defeat. He caught me being a bad girl and there’s no denying it.

  Daddy shakes his head as he sits on my bed. With one yank, he drapes me over his lap before his palm smacks my bottom.

  I gasp, my shorts no protection against his powerful hand.

  He delivers a quick succession of slaps that has me squealing as warmth spreads over my rump, and every stinging hit jiggles my cheeks and makes my pussy clench.

  “Oh,” I breathe.

  “You like that, little girl?”

  I bite my lip as Daddy gives me another smack.

  “Answer me, Emma.”

  “Yes Daddy,” I say at once. “I like it.”

  “You like what?” he growls.

  “I like it when you spank me.” The words leave my mouth so smoothly I’m shocked, like I’ve been waiting to say them for so long.

  “I’m glad you do, Princess. Because Daddy relishes spanking your plump little ass.”

  My gasp is cut off by another slap that thwacks both cheeks.

  Holding my throat with one hand, Daddy spanks me with his other until my whimpers turn to moans. My PJ shorts stick to my folds and Daddy stops when he feels the wetness.

  He sniffs.

  I’m sure he smells my arousal. I can.

  His grunts still sound angry, but I feel his hard cock under my stomach.

  Growling, Daddy pulls me off and lays me stretched out on my bed.

  I rise on my elbows while Daddy tugs out his belt, opens his shirt, and unbuttons his pants. He knows exactly what I need.

  “Spread your legs, Princess.”

  I spread them wide, and the wet streak over my front is glaringly obvious.

  “You’ve been a naughty little girl.”

  “Yes Daddy.”

  “I understand why your brother loves you like he does, but I’ll be the first one in your pussy.”

  My hand goes to my mouth.

  “That’s right, Princess. You want to be naughty? Fine. You’ll be naughty for me.”

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p; Daddy pulls out his manhood that makes me gasp. It looks impossibly thick, gorgeous and perfect in a way I can’t explain, like someone sculpted it. Even bigger than my brother’s.

  I’m still gaping when he asks, “Are you a virgin?”

  His blunt tone makes me shudder. “Y-Yes, Daddy.”

  “It’ll be my privilege to pop your pussy.”

  Pulses needle my clit.

  Daddy yanks my shorts off and pushes up my cami to bare my breasts, and he leans closer to study my intimate places.

  Every inch of my skin lights on fire. On instinct I reach below to cover myself, but Daddy knocks my hand away.

  “Your body is nothing to be ashamed of.”

  “Daddy I …”

  “You’re beautiful, baby girl.”

  Before I can say another word, his tongue lashes across my clit.

  Pleasure shocks my tummy as Daddy keeps licking, circling my nub before tracing over my swollen folds. Then he climbs up and buries his mouth on my stiff nipple, whipping his tongue back and forth.

  “My little girl tastes so sweet.”

  A voice inside me screams how wrong this is, even more wrong than wanting my brother, but I can’t help my desire.

  Daddy cages me between his arms, the muscles in that broad chest tensing out in thick slabs. Then he splits my pussy open with his battering ram of a cock and the scent of my virginity fills the room.

  “Daddy!”

  “I love you too, baby girl. Ever since these hips rounded out and those tits came in, I’ve wanted to show you that love.”

  “Oh god.”

  “You’re gonna feel every inch of Daddy’s dick, feel my seed in your tight little cunt.”

  He moves faster, his lips kissing at my throat, his cock so deep as shivers shoot through my spine. Pleasure fuses with pain, and the hot pinch of Daddy’s first thrust gives way to a stretching that takes me higher.

  “Never gonna stop plowing this pussy,” he growls. “You feel so fucking good, baby girl.”

  When my cries get too loud, Daddy clamps one hand over my mouth, rutting harder with every ruthless thrust. The slap of skin on skin fills the room as my legs lock around his waist.

  There’s an animal behind his eyes.

  “You feel how big Daddy is in your cunt? That’s all you, Princess, you’ve been making Daddy hard with this tight little body and I’m taking what’s mine.”

  The tingle in me sharpens until my pussy ripples around his length, and I scream out my orgasm against Daddy’s palm.

  “Oh fuck! I felt that, baby girl.”

  Daddy’s forceful thrusts quicken, plunging into me with every swing of his hips, and he groans before a blast of heat soaks through my walls, our mingled release overflowing from the place we’re joined.

  When the fog of desire fades away, I’m surprised how content I feel, and very slowly my toes uncurl.

  “You okay?” Daddy says.

  “Yes,” I gasp.

  “Don’t wash your pussy,” he says in my ear. “Keep my cum in you like a good little girl. You’re mine now, do you understand?”

  I swallow the heat in my throat. “Y-Yes.”

  Daddy leaves, taking the present he got with him.

  The rest of the day goes by in a strange haze. Daddy works in his study downstairs while Taylor comes by later to ask if anything’s wrong. I tell him no, but he can tell something has changed about me.

  “What did Dad say to you?” he asks.

  “It’s private.”

  I close the door in his face, still trying to process how I lost my virginity to the man who raised me.

  At dinner, my brother keeps stealing glances in my direction when Daddy has his eyes somewhere else, but I avoid his gaze, too embarrassed.

  Around midnight, when Taylor’s asleep in his room, Daddy walks into mine with no clothes, and he slides into my bed to spoon me from behind, sliding his hard cock between my thighs. I can feel his muscles tense as Daddy’s fingers find my clit.

  “Did you wash down here, Emma?”

  “No Daddy,” I say at once. I haven’t even showered tonight.

  “Good girl. I’ll give you a bath tomorrow morning when your brother goes to the gym.”

  “Daddy?”

  “Yes, Princess.”

  “I’m sore.”

  He rubs my clit under the sheets. “Daddy will make you feel better.”

  ◆◆◆

  “RIDE THAT COCK, baby girl,” Daddy grunts in my ear, his muscled body flexing under mine.

  I’m straddled in his lap on the living room sofa, bouncing along with Daddy’s thickness deep in my pussy. He keeps one hand on my ponytail, yanking my head back while he kisses my throat. Every few seconds he’d give my ass a sharp smack.

  It’s been a week since Daddy took my virginity, and every morning after Taylor leaves, we go to the sofa where I sit on Daddy’s lap. I can’t get enough of the orgasms he gives me, like a drug that keeps me in a constant fog of hot pleasure.

  “Such a good girl,” he growls.

  “Thank you, Daddy!”

  We don’t even talk about condoms or pills, and Daddy always cums in my pussy.

  My brother’s been getting upset the past few days since we don’t hang out anymore, and we didn’t exactly part on good terms the last time we did. He has no idea I belong to Daddy now.

  Another slap jiggles my rear. “You’re still too tight, little girl. I should start fucking you three times a day to loosen this cunt. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

  Daddy’s dirty words only turn me on more, and they bring out a side in me I never knew I had. When I’m not close to him, I feel a longing in my body that can only be satisfied by his hard cock.

  “Yes Daddy! Please fuck me three times a day!”

  “Tell me why.”

  “Because,” I gasp, my pleasure surging, “I’m your little slut and you own my pussy. You can use me whenever you want.”

  Daddy tugs on my hair as he bites my neck. “Such a good girl.”

  I’m so close now, so very close.

  A rumbling drone interrupts my rhythm, the sound of our garage door opening.

  Taylor’s back home early from the gym.

  Daddy heaves another thrust then pulls me off. We dress in a hurry, and he helps me put my top on because I’m wobbling too much.

  When my brother enters, he finds us sitting on the sofa looking through a shopping catalog.

  “Back so soon?” Daddy says, his voice slightly hoarse.

  “The fire alarm went off at the gym,” Taylor says, looking us over. “They kicked everybody out. What are you guys doing?”

  I try to steady my breathing. “Daddy’s helping me pick out some stuff I need for school.”

  “Oh.” Taylor’s still awkward around us from the time Daddy caught us in bed, but he doesn’t realize I’ve already gone so much further. “Well I’m gonna make a protein shake, you guys want anything?”

  “Nope,” I say.

  Daddy makes a sound that sounds like a growl. He holds my hand very tightly.

  “Hey sis,” Taylor says, narrowing his eyes. “When’d you start wearing skirts again?”

  A new blush hits me. I stopped wearing skirts last year after I went through this phase where I decided skirts were sexist, and I still think they are! I mean, boys don’t wear stuff that leaves their bottoms exposed.

  But Daddy told me last week now that I’m his, I should always have my girl parts ready for him, and something about his demand made me so hot. So I dug out some of my old skirts to wear, and whenever Daddy puts me on his lap, he reaches under for what he wants. Sometimes Daddy doesn’t even bother taking my panties off. He’d push the front aside before seating me firmly on his hard cock.

  “It’s summer,” I stammer to my brother. “Skirts are cooler.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Quit bothering your sister,” Daddy says in a voice too loud.

  Taylor blinks at him. “I only asked her a question
.”

  Daddy clutches my hand. “Forget it. Emma and I will have a chat upstairs. Stay here.”

  “A chat about what?” my brother says in a bewildered voice.

  “Don’t worry about it.”

  As Daddy steers me out of the living room and up the staircase with one hand on my bottom, I throw him a sharp glance. “What are you doing?”

  “I want you, Princess.”

  “He’s in the house!” Daddy has never touched me when Taylor’s around, except at night after my brother’s in bed.

  A slap jiggles my ass. “Go.”

  Before long he’s got me in the master bedroom with my skirt shimmied up and panties pulled aside. Sitting on the bed, he straddles me on his erection again.

  I feel my pussy stretching, my folds clinging to Daddy’s thick shaft as he bumps my hips up and down.

  “Daddy,” I whimper.

  “Hush.”

  But I can’t focus on the pleasure churning through my body. We’ve never done it with my brother in the house before. “What if he hears us?” I gasp. “What if he tells someone?”

  Daddy reaches behind me to push a finger into my asshole, and I jolt upright with a sharp breath.

  “That boy wants to sneak his dick into your little holes as much as I do. He won’t tell anyone.” Daddy gives me a hard upthrust and slaps my rear at the same time. “I’m not stopping until you cum on my dick, until every drop of the seed in my balls fills your pussy. Daddy loves you.”

  His words send me crashing over the edge. Pleasure slams through my body, and my walls clench so tightly around Daddy’s finger and cock he lets out an agonized groan.

  “Oh fuck baby girl.” He kisses me hard. “You like cumming with both your holes filled don’t you?”

  “Yes Daddy!” My voice is too loud and I don’t even care anymore.

  Seconds later I hear the bedroom door open, and I look over my shoulder to see Taylor standing in the doorway with his handsome face twisted in anger.

  “What the fuck?” he shouts.

  Daddy doesn’t even stop, still bouncing me.

  Taylor stalks forward before stopping midway into the room. “What the hell are you doing to my little sister?” he hisses.

  “She’s mine now,” Daddy says calmly.

  My brother grits his teeth. “Hell she is! This why you told me to stay away from Emma? So you can have her to yourself?”