by Abby Kace
But lately, it seems Daddy spends more time at work. And last Monday, he didn’t come home until eleven.
Seth is also busy with work and school.
I’m starting to feel ignored. Worse, like they’re taking me for granted.
“Come down right now, Princess!”
“Come up yourself!”
Not long after, Daddy pushes the door open. “Where’s your brother?”
“Out.”
Daddy rubs his eyes. “Sorry, baby. I thought he’d be home earlier.”
“And what about you?”
“I warned you this would be a bad week for me—”
“It’s been a bad month! You’re never home anymore.”
Daddy looks around my messy room and frowns. Without his punishment, I’m slipping back to my old habits.
“You’ve been a bad little girl, haven’t you?”
“I’ve been bad all day, Daddy. I touched myself without your permission.” I flick my lashes. “And I was thinking about getting a boyfriend, someone who knows how to take care of me—”
“Stand up.”
My dress rustles as I hop to my feet.
Kneeling and scowling, Daddy yanks my panties to my knees and dips his hand under my skirt. He feels my smooth pussy.
“Who owns this wet little cunt?”
“I thought you did, Daddy.”
He rubs my clit with the heel of his palm before he smacks my folds. “Who?”
“Y-You do.”
“Hands at your side.”
I obey at once and heat prickles my skin.
Daddy spanks my pussy until I gasp. Then he brings up his palm coated in my juices.
“I’m sorry I was late, Princess. It won’t happen again.”
“You promise?”
Daddy takes out his hard cock. “I promise. Now get on all fours and raise your ass. You’ve been very naughty and it’s time for your punishment.”
I drop to my hands and knees, shaking with anticipation.
Daddy slaps my bottom. Squatting around my hips, he pushes into my drenched pussy and plunges to the base. He fucks me hard and rough, his hips slapping on my rear, and with every thrust his balls smack my clit.
“We’re going to wait for your brother to come home and take you together.”
“Yes, Daddy!”
He carries me downstairs to the living room sofa.
I curl up on his lap and wrap my lips around his erection, sucking him slowly as he teases my clit with the pad of his thumb. When Daddy slips a finger under my front wall, I cum hard with his cock muffling my moans.
“Rest now,” he commands.
“You’re still hard, Daddy.”
“Don’t worry about me, Princess. Keep my cock in your mouth if you want.”
“I don’t want to bite you by accident.”
Daddy smirks. “Good point. And I wouldn’t want to cum in your mouth while you’re sleeping.”
I giggle and stroke him slowly as my body calms.
We should always be this close, sharing every moment. I close my eyes, wondering where Seth is, but Daddy’s warmth chases away my fears.
Perfect.
I HEAR THE RAIN before I open my eyes, and I can smell my brother’s cologne over Daddy’s musk.
“Sis, wake up.”
I squirm out of Daddy’s arms. He’s still sleeping.
“W-Where were you last night?” I ask Seth, who looks haggard with dark circles around his eyes.
“I got caught up with some friends.”
“Girl—friends?”
“No. Never.”
“I’m teasing. I know you have a life besides me.”
“It won’t happen again. I didn’t know Dad was at work.”
I walk to the window and look out back. It’s raining, the sky overcast. I remember the last time I played in the rain, four years ago, laughing with my brother. Even then I knew there was a special connection between us, a sense of fate.
Opening the back door, I feel a cold breeze.
“Carol, wait. You’ll catch a cold.”
“Don’t be silly.”
I run out and let the rain soak me, and I look up into the gray sky and open my mouth. The chill refreshes me. Spinning over the grass, I laugh until I fall on my butt.
Seth rushes out. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine!”
“Get back inside. It’s too cold out here.”
“Baby girl!”
We turn to see Daddy standing in the doorway. His shirt is still open at the front, and his cock juts out through his zipper. “What are you doing, Caroline? You’ll catch a cold in this weather.”
“No! Come get me.”
Daddy strides out without hesitation and stands with Seth, my two handsome men towering over me, their clothes sticking to their muscles from the rain. I meet their eyes and stop smiling.
I hitch up my skirt a little. “I’m staying right here.”
Daddy kneels slowly and pulls my knees apart. “Seth?”
“Yeah, Dad.”
“Get under her and take her pussy. I need to teach my little girl a lesson.”
My brother lies in the wet grass and pulls out his hard cock, stroking himself to full length.
Climbing on, I sink around his shaft and whimper while he squeezes my breasts with firm hands. The cold burns away.
“You got her?” Daddy asks.
“Got her.”
Daddy runs a finger down my back. “You’ll take me in your asshole.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
A slap jiggles my rear. “Naughty girl, my greedy little princess.”
I push my ass back so Daddy can see my other opening. Seth’s cock bends inside me.
Daddy mounts me from behind and wraps his hand in my hair. A grunt leaves his throat. Writhing, I feel them pumping inside my body, filling my holes with their burning need. They rock me between them, slamming faster and harder as our breaths steam in the chill.
There’s nothing to do but take my punishment and my reward. I can smell the scent of sex even through the rain, and my walls clench tighter with every forceful thrust.
“Get her tits,” Daddy growls, pulling on my hair. “Suck on them, son. Your sister likes that.”
Seth grabs my breasts and plops one nipple into his mouth and then the other. My toes curl with pleasure. I squeeze my rear cheeks for Daddy.
“Good girl. You like it when we fuck you at the same time?”
“Yes!”
My brother bumps against my clit. “She’s getting ready to cum, Dad. Too bad we don’t have a third dick. Her mouth is hungry for it.”
“Be grateful, son. She’s all ours, and if she wants a cock in her mouth she’ll have to wait. No other man is laying a hand on our princess.”
“What do you say, sis? You want to taste my cock later? See how hard you make me? Taste your sweet cunt on me?”
“Oh god! Ohhhhh.”
“She’s cumming,” Seth grits out. “Fuck, she’s tight.”
“Keep your dick hard for her, fuck that hot little pussy. You don’t cum until your sister does, give her everything she needs.”
Their words melt to grunts as they press me between them, stretching me wide open, pumping their shafts between my walls.
My orgasm explodes and I cry out with both cocks buried deep.
Daddy grabs my neck when he shoots his cum in my asshole. My brother joins us in climax, flooding my channel with molten seed.
We slump in a heap, and I bury my head in Seth’s shoulder, my burning skin wet with rain and sweat. Daddy gives me a final kiss on the shoulder.
“Good girl.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“I’m never letting you go,” he groans in my ear.
◆◆◆
“DADDY! DADDY! The letter’s here.” I hold up the manila envelope from my college. I’ve been working hard the last six months, and after I applied for readmission three weeks ago, Daddy told me they’d be
idiots not to accept me. I aced all my classes at the private school and got in a hundred hours of community service to boot.
My men encouraged me all they can, and whenever I felt down, they cheered me up.
And their cocks are always hard for me. Every night they make me feel their lust and love, fucking me between them, pounding my holes and gripping my body with rough hands. After every orgasm they’d smother me with gentle kisses.
“Open it, Princess.”
“Yeah, sis,” my brother says. “Show us the good news.”
The living room feels warmer with my men present. Shirtless and waiting for me. I’m wearing a little pink dress with no panties, and I know they can smell my wetness below. They love it.
But the letter comes first.
Seeing me hesitate, Daddy walks over to wrap his big arms around me. “Be confident, Caroline. There’s nothing to be afraid of. We’re here for you.”
I tear open the letter and read the first sentence, “We are pleased to inform you …” And the rest is history.
“Good girl,” Daddy says.
It’s rare to hear those words outside the bedroom.
“I have something else to tell you, Daddy. You should hear this too, Seth. I’m not going back. I want to transfer to a college close by—after I have the baby of course.” I touch the bump in my belly. “I want to stay at home, Daddy.”
His cock jerks against my back. “Are you sure?”
I turn around and pout. “Why? Are you tired of me?”
“Never.”
“No fucking way,” my brother adds. He pulls out his erection and strokes himself. “Stay all you want. We’ll take care of you. Right, Dad? We love you, sis.”
“Show her,” Daddy says.
Seth kneels at my feet and lifts my skirt, bringing his mouth to my wet pussy. With my pregnancy hormones, I’m needy all the time, and he doesn’t disappoint. The first flick of his tongue makes my clit pulse, and he licks all around my folds, slurping up my juices.
“Oh.”
Daddy squeezes my swollen breasts. “Like your brother said, you can stay at home for as long as you want. Hell, I don’t think I could let you leave anyway. I would’ve tied you to your bed and made that pussy cum until you agreed to stay. This saves me a lot of effort.”
“Oh?” Seth suckles my clit so hard I grasp his hair to stay standing. “Is making me cum an effort for you, Daddy?”
“Take your mouth off her pussy, son. It’s time we remind our little princess who’s in charge here.”
Seth leads me to the sofa and straddles my body on his thick cock as Daddy holds me down from behind. As I’m moaning, my walls clenching on my brother, Daddy pushes into my asshole from behind.
They fill me up like they always do and pleasure rushes through my tender body.
“Yes, just like that,” I breathe.
They may have tamed me and made me theirs, but I tamed them too.
The End
Daddy in Control
Late on Sunday night, my stepdad shouts for me to come downstairs. I roll my eyes and hurry to the kitchen, where he’s sitting at the table checking something on his laptop, the screen showing a long list of bills.
Uh-oh.
“You used my credit card without permission,” Daddy says. He can’t really pull off the upset father look since he’s not even forty. With his luscious hair and sculpted physique, my daddy looks even younger.
I’ve lost track the number of times someone took him for my big brother. Or my boyfriend, which I wish he were sometimes. Then my feelings for him wouldn’t seem so wrong.
Daddy frowns at me. “Four thousand dollars in one week is some achievement, Heather. Even for you. What did you buy?”
“Lingerie.”
Daddy blinks. “You mean underwear?”
“I mean lingerie.” If he really wants to know, I won’t lie. I’m eighteen and there’s nothing wrong with exploring what I want like a woman! “Thongs and sexy bras, stuff like that.”
“Young lady—”
“Don’t even start.” I cross my arms. Daddy is a take-charge kind of guy, but he’s always been a big softie when it comes to me. And the older I got, the more he let me do whatever I wanted. I admit I’ve been pushing him lately, trying to get a reaction I guess.
Something’s different today though. Daddy shoots me a hot look that sends shivers down my spine.
“You’ll return the lingerie, Heather. I told you before, that card is for emergencies only. You’re a big girl now and you need to be more responsible.”
I huff. Big girl my butt! I’ll always be Daddy’s little girl. “Can’t return them,” I say haughtily. “I already wore them. I’m wearing a pair right now.”
“A pair of what?”
“Panties,” I snap. A thong.
“Show me.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks. “Excuse me?”
Daddy gets out of his chair, squares his broad shoulders, and walks over to stop an inch from my face. He tips up my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye. “Show me.”
“R-Right now?”
“Yes.” His hand leaves my chin. “Now.”
My chest tightens. I unbutton my shorts and slide them down. My legs shake, and I stand with my feet together like I’m being inspected. When Daddy’s eyes fix on my intimate place, the heat there turns liquid and wetness darkens the thong.
“Take it off.”
“What?”
“You put it on. You take it off. Do it.”
My thumbs hook into the thin waistband, and I feel the fabric sticking to my folds as I peel down the only thing between Daddy’s glare and my pussy.
He eyes my smooth folds flushed pink. “Off,” he growls.
A tiny gasp escapes my throat when I see the bulge in his pants. I step out of my shorts then pull the thong off and hold it awkwardly. It’s soaked with my juices, the rear strip seconds before snug between my buttocks.
Daddy opens his palm with a stern glare.
After I hand the panties over, he balls them in his fist and stares at my pussy again. “I want the rest,” he says.
“T-The rest?”
“The rest of the lingerie.” He grits his jaw. “I’m returning everything.”
“Oh.”
The knot in Daddy’s throat moves up and down. “Go get them. Now.”
I rush upstairs to my room where I dig out all the stuff I bought and stuff them into a bag.
When I get back to the kitchen, Daddy has sat down. I dump the lingerie in a pile on the table while my heart beats like crazy.
“Thank you,” Daddy says stiffly.
I stand there. That’s it? After what he just saw? After what he did? He’s going to pretend like nothing happened? Like it’s the normal way a father disciplines his daughter? I glare at him. “Thank me for what?”
“For being cooperative. I expect you won’t buy anything else in the future without—”
I slap him hard enough to jerk his head aside. I swing again before he catches my small wrist inches from his face. Daddy doesn’t get up and I know why. He’s trying to hide his erection.
“What are you doing, little girl?”
I try to tear my hand away, but he’s too strong. Daddy stands to his full height as he lets go, and I stumble back until I hit the wall, breathless.
He reaches me in two strides, caging me between his arms. His cock presses my belly through the front of his pants, and I whimper.
Then I grab his crotch.
Daddy winces when my fingers close around what must be his cock head. I follow my instincts and squeeze, refusing let go.
“Baby girl …”
I fumble at his zipper. I’ve never done anything like this, not even close. I’m running on instinct and all the feelings I’ve pushed away.
A deep growl leaves his mouth.
I reach through his briefs and close my fingers around the throbbing heat of Daddy’s hard cock.
He leans closer, those int
ense eyes never wavering as my hand slides down his shaft. I feel a pounding heartbeat before he thrusts through my grip.
“Daddy,” I gasp.
“We can’t do this,” he groans. “Your mother entrusted you to my care. I should be protecting you, not—”
“She doesn’t care about me! Only you did! She left us, Daddy. She left you.”
His eyes go wide. I shouldn’t have reminded him of what’s long in the past.
Daddy takes my hand off his shaft and presses into me, the heat of his erection molten against my belly. I yelp as he rips my shorts to my ankles and tosses them away. He kneels with his face against my pussy.
When he kisses me there, I can’t help moaning.
Daddy stands again, lifting my thighs to holds me against the wall. His hard cock juts up between us, the tip bending into the skin between my pussy and asshole.
“Daddy,” I whisper.
He sniffs my long hair and kisses my neck. His cock slides higher, the tip just touching my lower folds. My walls clench at the thought of him inside me, piercing my virgin barrier and filling my emptiness.
But his face is torn.
I buck against him and Daddy hisses.
“Bad little girl.”
Three words that make me pulse. I circle my arms around his neck.
Daddy leans in, bending the underside of his shaft against my folds. His broad chest flattens my breasts, rubbing my nipples, and pleasure swells from the pit of my belly.
“It’s wrong,” he keeps saying, but he doesn’t stop grinding.
I rake my fingers through his hair as he lifts me higher, those thick biceps bulging against my body. I feel the head of his cock nestle into my folds, but he refuses to enter me.
Agony knits his face.
I cry out in frustration and rub against his thickness until I cum. My pussy drenches him in wetness.
Daddy sets me down, kissing the top of my head. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Mom was right! You’re weak.” It’s the worst thing I can think of to say. Daddy was only twenty-four when he married my mother, who was thirty-eight. My aunts used to joke he was her boy toy, but I know Daddy never laughed.
“Go to bed, Heather.”