by Seven Rue
Besides…I had to clear my mind. Seeing Rhett deep-throat Birdie was disturbing on a whole other level. But then…I started to like this nasty and twisted shit we had going on.
“Asshole,” I heard her mumble as I walked to the front door.
I let out a chuckle, putting my shoes back on. “I can show you just how big of an asshole I am as soon as your daddy fucked the shit outta you.”
No more words came out of her mouth, but she seemed pleased as I turned to look at her. She was still rubbing that clit, and her eyes closed with every jerk of her hips. She was making herself come, and I stood there and watched.
I wished I could help her. Make her come on my tongue. But just watching her was enough for now.
A moan escaped her, and her head fell back as she spread her legs wider. “Oh, Theo…yes,” she whispered, opening her eyes again and looking straight into mine.
My dick was twitching, and I reached down to cup it over my jeans, squeezing it to ease the tension.
She was so damn close, and I could see her pussy clenching from here while her orgasms built.
Her fingers moved faster, and her head fell back again, with lips parting and a silent whimper falling from them.
I grinned, knowing she just made herself come while I watched her. Her moans got louder, and I kept my eyes on her until her fingers stopped moving and she came down from her high.
“Good girl,” I praised her, then opened the door and left the house.
I was not only teasing her by not helping her reach that climax, but I was also teasing myself, knowing I could’ve just fucked her right then and there.
Though, I would be back soon. And the next time, I was going to make sure we reached that high at the same time.
Chapter Seventeen
Rhett
I was home at four a.m. the next morning, and I was pleased to find Birdie fully clothed in her own bed. Theo had left, and although I couldn’t get that taste of her out of my mind, I needed to get some sleep.
The emergency patient had fifty-nine stab wounds all over his body, and some of them hit major arteries. Luckily for him, and all of the doctors who worked on him, he survived. The man had been attacked by another guy in a back alley as he was trying to get home after work. He didn’t mean any harm, but the attacker enjoyed making a crime scene out of that narrow street.
I was exhausted, and after closing Birdie’s bedroom door, I went to my own bed and fell onto it. Taking off my pants was not gonna happen, so I kept my clothes on and tried to fall asleep.
On my drive back from the hospital, I couldn’t take my mind off Birdie. How did I let it go so far? I was her dad, the guy who raised her because her mother couldn’t. And how did I let it go as far as her being involved in a fucking threesome, with another man who raised her?
No matter how wrong it was, I couldn’t deny how much I enjoyed it. Yes, it was sick…but Birdie’s sparked something in me no other woman ever has.
Her innocence was one thing that intrigued me. How on earth was she this wild and crazy for sex? When did she get interested in older men, and how come she never went out on a damn date?
I had her under control all these years, and not once had she talked to me about wanting to date. Not that I cared if she did, but to be fully honest…I liked it the way it was right now.
With the thought of her on my mind, I fell asleep.
Birdie
I was already taking my calculus class as Dad walked into the kitchen in shorts and a shirt. He looked tired, and he went straight to the coffee.
My eyes followed him, and I puckered my lips, leaning back against the chair I was in. He knew I was sitting there, but he chose not to turn his attention to me until he had his first sip of coffee.
“Good morning, baby bird,” he said in a raspy voice as he turned to finally look at me. I smiled at him, tilting my head to the side.
“How was your night?” I asked, pulling my knee up to my chin.
“Successful. But I’m tired. Came home at four in the morning,” he explained, and I pouted to show him my compassion.
“Poor Daddy,” I said, keeping my eyes on him. He didn’t work today, so I wanted him to relax and not care about the house. We had to clean and it was laundry day.
“I finish my classes in about an hour. How about you make yourself comfortable and watch some tv or do other things to relax, and I will clean the house?” I suggested. Somehow, it felt totally normal that we almost fucked last night.
There was no awkwardness between us, but the attraction still lingered between us.
“Sounds good. Thank you, baby bird,” he said with a tired smile. I nodded, taking my eyes off him again and continuing with my math problems.
Dad drank his coffee standing by the kitchen isle, and after finishing it and setting the cup into the sink, he walked over to the table I was sitting at. He stood behind me, reaching around me to cup my throat with one hand.
He tilted my head back, making me look up at him. The top of my head was brushing against his boner in his shorts, and I couldn’t hold back a smile as he leaned in to kiss my forehead.
“Did Theodore touch you after I left?” he asked in a whisper. He kept his face close to mine, his nose brushing against mine.
“No,” I replied, looking at his perfect lips. “But I touched myself while he watched,” I added. I had to be honest with him.
A growl escaped his throat. “When you’re done with cleaning the house, I’ll call him over and we can finish what we started last night,” he said, pressing his lips to my forehead again.
His other hand cupped my breasts, first one, then the other. He squeezed gently, pinching my nipple through my shirt as his mouth covered mine.
I felt his tongue lick along my bottom lip, and the tingles in my stomach and clit immediately increased. This was our first kiss, and I melted into him while his hand massaged my tits.
His kiss was gentle but very determined. Although it was upside down, he still made it feel good. His hand left my tit, moving downward to my panty-covered pussy. He cupped it and dug his fingers into my slit, making me arch my back and moan into his mouth.
“Can’t wait to taste your sweet little cunt,” he mumbled against my lips before he left the kitchen.
It was clear that this wasn’t normal. No other dad and daughter would do absurd shit like this. But we were pretty much isolated up here in the middle of the woods, and no one would ever find out what was happening.
No cops. No other people other than the ones I was close to. And most importantly; no one who could stop us from doing these sick and twisted things.
Chapter Eighteen
Rhett
“How long do you wanna keep this up?” Theodore asked through the phone. I had just invited him to come over for dinner tonight, and he happily accepted the invitation. Not that I would’ve expected any other answer from him after our foreplay threesome last night.
“I don’t know. I still have a strange feeling about it…but I know I don’t wanna stop. Not yet.” I sighed, running my hand through my hair. I leaned back against my office chair and looked out of the big window, seeing only trees and nothing else.
I had my reasons why I wanted to live up here in the mountain, far away from society. I liked privacy. I liked being far away from other people and not having neighbors. Up here, I had my own little life. My private area I could come home to every night and feel safe.
I liked to think that Birdie loved it up here too. For now, she hadn’t complained about it but I did worry a little. She didn’t have friends I knew about. And if she did have friends, they’d probably be talking through websites and social media.
But Birdie wasn’t interested much in other kids her age. She hadn’t been when she was in kindergarten, and after noticing her not getting along with most of those children, I took her out of school and got her a teacher that visited us every other day. I even tried to teach her at some point, but she was easily annoyed by her d
ad educating her.
That has changed two nights ago. I had other things to teach her, and she was open to it. She wanted to explore with me. And with her uncle. Sick little bird.
“We’ve crossed the line already. Stopping would not change a change. Might as well keep going,” Theo said.
I should be mad at him for touching my innocent little Birdie. I should be mad at myself that I let anything sexual between us happen.
But it excited me too damn much to not touch her.
“You’re right. I’ll see you later,” I told him and hung up the phone.
Birdie was cleaning downstairs, with music blasting from the speakers. I knew she was in a simple white top and panties, and I had the opportunity to watch her move that tiny body to the music while she vacuumed.
My dick was already starting to get hard by just the thought of her, and I had to grab my shaft with one hand and squeeze. She was driving me mad, and she wasn’t even in the same room.
I had to think about something else. Work might make me think about clean stuff. No nakedness. No pussy. No perky little tits.
*
I was able to get some paperwork done before I headed downstairs to see Birdie stand by the oven. I tilted my head. “I thought we wanted to get take-out,” I said, opening the fridge and grabbing a beer.
“We do. But I found an old cake mix in the pantry and I thought I’d make us some dessert,” she replied with a smile, turning to look at me.
I nodded, taking in her long, slender legs. She had the body of a damn model, and I was excited to finally get my head between them and suck on that nub she so desperately wanted me to play with.
“When’s Uncle Theo coming?” she asked while leaning against the kitchen isle.
“In an hour,” I told her. “I’ll order food and then I have to do one phone call to the hospital. Is everything clean?”
“Yes. Spotless,” she told me proudly, and I nodded.
“Thanks, baby bird,” I said, stepping closer to her. I set the beer down on the countertop and put both my hands on each side of her body.
“You know what we’re doing is our little secret, right? This isn’t something anyone is allowed to know about. It’s between you, Theodore, and me,” I said, brushing my thumb over the underside of her tit.
She nodded slowly, looking up at me with big bright eyes. “I know, Daddy. I can keep secrets,” she whispered sweetly, and I couldn’t help a grin.
My eyes wandered down to her lips, and I moved my hands down to cup the undersides of her thighs, lifting her onto the kitchen isle. I moved between her legs, putting my hands on her lower back, and pressing her against my body.
Her arms came up around my neck, and her smile grew while her legs wrapped around my hips. “Do you think you can give Daddy a kiss? A little taste before he has to share you with your uncle?” I ask, pushing my dick against her stomach.
Birdie smiled, her small hands now cupping my face. She leaned forward, licking her lips before pressing hers against mine. She was so damn gently, you would never imagine her sucking two cocks last night, gagging and swallowing cum.
Her lips moved slowly against mine, and I kept pulling her against my body, making her moan softly.
One of her hands moved into my hair, tugging at it, and her legs pulled me in closer, with her pussy rubbing against my hardening dick.
Our kiss was passionate, and slowly but surely…it didn’t feel weird anymore. It was okay to kiss my daughter. After all those years, other feelings started growing inside of us. Deeper ones. I loved her dearly, but right now…I was experiencing a whole other type of love for Birdie.
I deepened the kiss, running my tongue along her bottom lip to then push it into her mouth. Last time I kissed someone was a while ago. I thought I was done with women. Didn’t feel like touching them anymore. But Birdie? Fuck…Birdie made me feel so fucking good again.
I had to break the kiss to keep it as a tease. I wanted to feel my dick throb while we ate dinner so that the anticipation rose and got stronger. That would only excite me more.
“Go shower and get dressed,” I mumbled against her lips, and she leaned back to look at me. With a smile, she pushed me back and jumped off the countertop.
“Take the cake out of the oven when it’s done,” she told me, and then she walked upstairs.
Chapter Nineteen
Birdie
I slipped on a red summer dress after getting out of the shower, knowing Dad and Uncle Theodore would enjoy seeing me in something pretty like this. I never dressed up, but for them, I wanted to be pretty.
I didn’t get to wear lots of dresses. I didn’t have a reason to. But tonight, I wanted them to have something nice to look at. Something to tease them with before they got to strip me.
My pussy was already aching, and I wished dinner would be over already. I heard voices downstairs, and I knew Theo had arrived. With a bright smile, I tugged on my dress one last time before I ran downstairs and right into Theo’s arms.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him, giving him a big hug. “I missed you,” I told him, pressing my hips against his stomach.
A low chuckle escaped him, and he held my body tightly against his as one of his hands cupped my ass, squeezing tightly. “Someone’s happy to see me,” he laughed, and he pushed me into him even more. “Ah, fuck, baby bird…I can smell your arousal from up here,” he mumbled into my neck.
“Let’s eat. Food will get cold,” Dad said, and Theo let me down on my feet again. I smiled up at him and reached for his hand, then followed Dad to the dining room where our Asian take out was already nicely spread out.
We all sat down, and as if nothing was happening behind the scenes that might be incredibly wrong and twisted, we started eating.
“I was thinking about renovating the guest house outside in our garden. It needs a new roof anyway, and it might be a fun project over the summer,” Dad said.
“It needs furniture too,” I pointed out, dipping a piece of salmon into my soy sauce. “Maybe I can help you pick out new things and help decorate it, just like I did with my room when I turned fourteen.”
“Sounds good to me. Next day I don’t have to work I’ll take you to Ikea or whatever store you wanna go,” he promised, and I smiled brightly at my father.
“Thanks, Daddy!”
“And I was thinking about turning our living room into some sort of cinema, with a bigger screen.” His ideas came out of nowhere. Not sure why he suddenly wanted to renovate so much in this house, but I wasn’t complaining.
“You should also get a new console, man. There’s this new game that came out last week. Shooter game. It’s great. Luke and I play it online when we’re bored at night and he don’t wanna get into bed with his wife.”
Theo’s words sparked interest in me. Why was Luke still living with his wife when he was annoyed by her? Marriage had always sounded wrong in my ears. What’s the point if most of those marriages get divorced after a few years?
Isn’t there a different way to show someone how much you love them?
“I’m not a teenager anymore. Maybe you two should start reading books before your brains turn into a pile of stupidity thanks to online gaming,” Dad muttered, and Theo chuckled.
“We’re trying to keep up with the young people. It’s fun. It’s relaxing,” Theo promised. I kept listening to their debate about video games and books, and I was amused by all of what they were saying.
“You would agree with me, Birdie, wouldn’t you?” Theodore asked with a sly grin.
I shrugged, taking the last spoonful of rice and salmon. “I don’t think video games are bad if you don’t sit in front of the tv for more than three hours a day. I don’t know…” I puckered my lips. “I only ever played the Sims. That was fun until I turned thirteen and found other ways to pass the time with,” I said.
“See, she’s seventeen and has smarter things to do than play video games. I’m not gonna fall down that fucking rabbit hole,” Dad
told Theo with a shake of his head.
“Suit yourself.” Theo leaned back and stretched his legs out underneath the table, touching my feet with his.
“I saw you made cake, baby bird,” he said, looking into my eyes.
“I did. Would you like some right now?” I asked. “I can make us some coffee too.”
“Sounds good to me,” he replied, and I turned to look at Dad.
“You?” I asked, and he nodded.
“Thanks, baby,” he replied, and I got up to get to the kitchen.
They kept talking while I grabbed three cups for the coffee, and three plates for the cake. It was interesting to me how normal it all felt. This was a normal dinner like we used to have when I was little. Theo would come over a lot, spend the evening with us, and then go back home. Often, he brought his dates with him, in the hopes that his newest one would last. They never did, which I was obviously happy about. He didn’t need a woman when he had me, right?
We were family, but something deep inside my heart was telling me that there would be change coming. Change between us that was inevitable.
As I cut the cake and waited for the coffee to come out, Dad and Theo got up from the table and walked over to the living room. “I’ll clean up later, baby bird,” Dad told me, and I nodded while I put a slice of cake on each of the plates.
I was starting to get tingles in my belly, knowing that soon we would return to what we had started last night. I couldn’t wait, so once the coffee was in the cups, I hurried over to get them to Dad and Theo.
Chapter Twenty
Birdie
We all sat on the couch watching the news while we ate cake. Dad and Theo were still going on about their debate on whether it was necessary to buy a console or not.