“Like this?” she asked, looking at Jules for confirmation and guidance.
“Here” said Jules, kneeling beside Holly. She took hold of her father’s cock, something that Holly seemed reluctant to do and guided it to her entrance as her other hand opened her pussy lips.
“Oh my god,” breathed Harry, his eyes fixed on the sight of his daughter’s perfectly shaved pussy and the naked little helper who held his cock against her.
Holly though felt she was more than ready and sank slowly onto her father, burying half of his cock inside her. It seemed like everyone in the room groaned at the same time and she smiled, accepting the applause and reaction and pulled back slightly.
“Take your time, Hol, only when you’re ready,” said her mother, breathing just as hard as she was. Holly truly appreciated the comment and slowed down, smiling a little as the realization hit her that they were all watching her while her father made her a woman. The feeling of fullness though became one of half-emptiness and without warning she sank all the way, exhaling loudly as their bodies met.
“Oh Daddy!” gasped Holly. Her face registered no pain, but her eyes darted around the room, as though seeking out where and when the pain might materialise. She breathed through her nose and placed her hands on her father’s stomach before rising a little, then all the way so that his cock started to emerge from within her. She sank again, this time more forcibly and picked up the pace of movement as her father held her hips and gave her support. She looked at Jules and giggled, sharing the moment with her as her best friend shuffled to her side and gave her a congratulatory kiss.
For almost five minutes she rose and fell on her father’s rigid cock, both from her own efforts and with assistance from him. His hands remained within bounds, leaving her breasts alone but squeezing her buttocks on occasion. Her leg muscles ached a little and Holly decided that she wasn’t going to orgasm from the position. She slipped off and he quickly took her place, positioning himself between her legs.
To her delight he rammed into her and the sound of their wet skin mashing together was erotic, arousing for her. She surprised herself when she opened her eyes and looked to her right, smiling at her mother, raising her eyebrows in question as if to ask if it was still acceptable to her or whether she had become less enthusiastic about what was happening. They reached out to each other and her mother took her hand.
“Shh, Hol. It’s OK, sweetie.”
“Mummy,” she said, squeezing her hand.
“We love you so much Hol!” she said, bringing her hand up to her chest and holding it between her breasts before kissing her fingers.
The simple act of affection made her gasp and that seemed to trigger successive groans and tremors inside her young body. Her breathing faltered as she held him tighter and then her dear Jules leaned in and whispered again to her, sending a thrill down from her neck to her sex.
“He’s so hard for you baby! Come with him.”
Holly needed him deeper and brought her legs up behind him just as Jules had done and felt the increase in pleasure and the feeling of being as wide open for him as she could get. She touched her clit and knew that the jolt of pleasure would get her there easily. With ragged breaths she opened her eyes and looked up at her father, his sweat gathering on his brow and his face contorted with lust and absolute pleasure.
“Daddy, my Daddy!” she sighed.
“Baby, I’m going to come, can’t hold back much longer.” She nodded and pushed up against him as she spread their juices around her clit. She sensed Jules moving but lost sight of her just as the orgasm announced itself. It felt so different from her fingers, so intense, remote, out of her control but the feel of a man’s cock inside her and the realization that she was joining the adult club of loving sex made her glow inside. She gasped as she felt his cock expand even further, tunneling deeper into her and then shrieked with joy as a finger teased her anus and then gently slipped inside.
“Daddy!” she screamed and the orgasm washed over her, rendering her speechless. Open mouthed she bent her head back and screwed her eyes shut, gasping for air that would never come. She felt her father pulsing inside and the joy added to her lust, her absolute surrender to the pleasure that flowed from her sex and into her heart. She wanted so much to scream his name, to cry, to hug him but the orgasm simply held her rigid and only her trembling limbs gave an indication that she was still able to function. She felt her mother holding her fingers to her lips again, kissing each finger in turn, heard her saying her name over and over, calling her ‘baby’ with a tearful voice.
The vein in her neck stood out prominently as the first breath emerged from her lungs, a scream, a cry for joy, an animal response to the utter pleasure which filled her whole body. Each successive breath was a wail, a scream of delight with no concern about the obscenities that might be filling the room. She gripped her father with her legs as hard as she could, determined to make the feeling last forever. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest, surging alarmingly as the finger in her anus pushed even deeper. She stopped breathing again and her face turned a deeper shade of red before she exhaled again in a single expletive.
Her father was still slowly pumping into her, his cock rock hard, punishing her insides as his seed coated his cock and began to dribble down over her anus. He slowed again then simply stopped, deep inside her, filling her completely.
The little finger slipped out and Jules knelt beside the bed then leaned over and kissed her full on the mouth. Holly smiled, then opened her eyes to see her beautiful face, glowing with love and pride. Holly trembled every few seconds, a limb twitching as shots of pleasure still coursed around inside her. She felt her father pulling out of her and smiled up at him, adoration painted across his sweaty face.
“Daddy. Daddy!” she said simply as her mother let go of her hand.
She turned to Jules. “Oh baby,” she said, looking into her eyes.
Her mother pulled back the duvet and ushered the girls to lie together then covered them up, making sure they were warm. “Harry, let’s shower, eh?” she said, grabbing her robe. They left the room naked, closing the door quietly as the girls kissed passionately in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
Chapter 23 – Flying on a Jet Plane
Lydia stood on the first step of the stairs and called up to the girls. “Breakfast you two!” A happy ‘OK’ floated back down, followed by footsteps. Harry came out of his study and followed her into the kitchen. They had both changed out of the nightclothes and Lydia was wearing a skirt and t-shirt while Harry had jeans and a loose sweater on.
“OK, I’m officially sick. They moved the meeting to Friday, but it’ll be in London, so I need to fly out Wednesday evening for the overnight to Heathrow.”
“Oh no, that means you’ll need to leave here around mid-afternoon, you’ll miss dinner. When will you be back?”
Harry turned round from the coffee maker and grimaced. “Tuesday next week I expect.”
The girls bounced into the room, also dressed appropriately as though the dress code memo had been seen by all. No comment was made but domestic life seemed to return almost immediately with no strange looks or glances, no stumbling over words.
“Daddy has to go to London on Wednesday.” said Lydia.
“Daddy, oh why?” they said with a collective moan.
“Work Hol. Someone has to do it.”
Jules looked out of the window, avoiding the family discussion even though she knew, as they all did, that it would circle round to her departure too in time.
“So how about I take you back on Friday, Jules? It would be great if we could stop off at Grandma’s on the way and introduce you,” said Lydia, buttering her toast.
“Oh yes, thanks. Can I just call my Mum, see if she’ll be home. I don’t want to go back unless she’s there.”
“Sweetie, would it help if we waited at the end of your road or something, just in case?”
“Yeah” said Holly. “You could call us and tell
us it’s all OK, and then we’d leave. Or you could call for backup!”
“So, why don’t we all go out for dinner tomorrow night?” suggested Harry.
There was general agreement and Harry made a booking at a different restaurant for 7pm the following evening. Harry took Jules into his study, sat her at his desk and gave her the phone to call her mother. He watched Jules take a very deep breath then start to dial. He closed the door quietly and went back to the kitchen.
“Mum?”
“Juliette? Is that you?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh my god Jules, we’ve been worried sick we have.”
“I’m sorry Mum, I really had to get out of there. You know why.”
“You could have been murdered, grabbed by some weird man.”
“Mum, stop! Just stop! That’s why I left, I really was grabbed by some weird man,” she shouted, determined to make her case before she burst into tears at the sound of her mother’s voice again.
There was silence for many seconds and Jules looked at the phone cradle to check the green LED was still lit. “Jules, I can’t stop that happening, don’t you see?”
“I do, Mum. I know you can’t but I can’t live every day like this, always wondering if I’m going to be groped, or spat on, degraded, treated like dirt, used for sexual needs.”
“No, no Jules, that’s a lie! That’s a wicked lie!”
“Mum, my father likes to expose himself when you’re not there. When I was young he would give me money to touch him!”
“Jules, do you know what you’re saying?” shouted her mother, clearly disgusted by her words.
“Yes, of course I do! For fuck’s sake, Mum. When you were at work he would pay me to touch him. If I made a mess or did a bad job he would slap me. Why the fuck don’t you understand what’s been going on all these years?” she shouted, staring out of the window at the other houses on the street, all normal houses no doubt with normal families. She swallowed hard and calmed a little. “Mum, you have to tell him you know what he’s been doing. If you don’t then I will when I get back. He will deny it of course and I have no proof, but it is what it is. I feel sick to my stomach when I think that I’ll have to spend any more time under the same roof as him”
“Jules, I just don’t know what I can do.”
“No, I know, I know you don’t Mum,” she said, feeling as sorry for her mother as she did for herself. “I don’t have the answers either but I do know that when I walked out of there last week I found a family who showed me just how much I meant to them as a person, as a human being, as a woman. They took me in and looked after me with not an ounce of the shit I get from Dad. It makes me cry to think that all these years he’s treated me like shit and I’ve believed it, believed that I’m a worthless whore as he would say, that the only way I’ll ever pay the rent is to score tricks. Fuck Mum, I can’t go put up with this crap anymore,” she screamed, shaking as she held the phone to her ear.
“Jules, like I said, I just don’t know where to start,” said her mother in a tiny, defeated voice.
“Mum, look after yourself. Talk to people at work, get advice, get protection. What he’s been doing is illegal, you know that, right?”
“The Police want to speak to you, you know.”
“Yeah, I thought they would. They know I’m OK right?”
“Yeah, Jenny told me, then she told the detective lady, who is wonderful by the way,” said her mother. Exhaustion returned to her voice and the happiness of hearing from Jules had evaporated.
“I’ll see them on Saturday, let them know if they ask, could you?”
“When are you coming home?” Her words were more like a desperate plea for help than a question about travel arrangements.
“Friday. Probably late afternoon. What time will you be back there, six thirty?”
“Yeah.”
“OK, I love you Mum, see you Friday.”
“OK, bye love.”
“Bye.”
She slumped back in the chair, rewinding and replaying the conversation. Her mother’s words left her miserable and slightly anxious for both of them. Jules felt that even if her mother had seen her father pulling her mouth down onto his cock at the age of ten she would have silently looked the other way. She swung round in the chair slowly, panning from the door, past the bookcase, the window and desk until her knee bumped into the wall behind her. It was her thigh which ached however and she massaged it very gently. Her father had hit her once lower down on the other leg while they were in the back garden. He had grabbed a thick branch and swung it at her shins, knocking her over. The pain had been unbearable and she had hobbled into the house, one hand over her head in case he struck her again, grazing her knees in the process. To this day she had no idea what she had done wrong and she had simply nodded when her mother asked her if it was like her father said and that she had fallen outdoors. Two times she had been swung at like that, once by each father. The first couldn’t have cared less if her leg dropped off, while the second was met with instant remorse and a flood of kindness that she didn’t know could exist in a man.
Jules wiped her eyes even though there were no tears to be found and returned to the kitchen.
“Everything ok?” asked Harry. She smiled and nodded, grateful, hugging his back as he stood at the sink, a typical daughter-father interaction.
“Yeah, I said I would be there early evening on Friday.”
“Good, then that’s what we’ll do,” said Lydia, smiling warmly as she watched the two embrace. “Hey, I thought us girls should go shopping after lunch. You both need some new clothes, I think.”
There was a chorus of approval and the girls went back upstairs after helping to clean up. Harry returned to his study and worked on email for an hour, determined to show that he was still engaged in his duties even though he was so very sick. The thought of the following evening and their last meal together occupied his mind for part of the morning until the possible permutations really only left one single choice.
The shopping trip was an unusually happy time for Holly and her mother as they drifted through clothing stores at the Mall with their new friend in tow, occasionally trying things on and almost always returning them to the rack. Holly felt a little side-lined in the proceedings however as her mother fussed over Jules, holding clothes out for her to look at and on several occasions pressing tops up against her chest to gauge the fit. But her thoughts were not of jealousy but more a fascination over what she realised was a form of courting, touching, smiling and the establishment of common ground. It was back at the car as they were loading their purchases onto the back seat that she caught their hug, the long stare at each other, Jules wetting her lips as she looked up at her mother and then the huge smile from both of them as they let go and got into the car.
The remainder of the day followed a normal domestic routine, with shopping, dinner and TV. It was just before ten when Lydia slipped into Harry’s study and sat on the side of his desk.
“Whatcha doing?” she asked, clearly pleased with the way day had gone.
“Just looking at the news, not much babe.”
“Look, we ought to give some thought to tomorrow night I think.”
“Yeah, I know, last night and all that.”
“Yeah. To be honest I think ending up like we did before, all of us in our room, that’s not going to feel right.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
“There’s really only one combination, right?”
“Yeah, as long as Holly’s OK with it.”
“And Jules.”
“Jules adores you, she thinks you’re her big sister,” said Harry, grinning in delight at the thought that Jules had been integrated into the family with such love and ease.
“Well Holly seems to be very attached to you, don’t you think, ever since Jules arrived and showed everyone the way.”
“I don’t know, why do you say that?”
“Harry! The way she cuddled y
ou this afternoon in the lounge, her playful way with you, lying on your lap. She made you hard, right?”
“How do you know that?”
“The way you sat and squirmed, I could hear you breathing from where I was sitting. She knew what she was doing babe, like it was the next stage past her usual flaunting of her little bum around the house.”
Harry laughed and touched her leg. “OK, we’ve seen a totally new side of her, haven’t we?”
“Yeah.”
“Hey, we still have this twenty-four hour thing going right?” asked Lydia.
“Yeah, why not. It has to end sometime though.”
“I know. When we take Jules back I think that’s when we get back to the normal Craig family. Harry, I can only ever be Hol’s mum, you understand? Harry nodded, relieved that she too had come to that conclusion.
“But I want you to do to me what Billy did to Holly.”
“Shave?”
“Yeah, not now I mean, but soon.”
Harry beamed a brilliant smile and pushed his fingers between her jean-clad legs. “I can find some time for that you know.”
“OK, I’ll find a razor and the shaving foam.” She slapped his hand playfully but let it remain deep between her legs. “You can find the location. I was thinking maybe the multi-storey car park at the Mall.” said Lydia, straight-faced.
“Do what?” asked Harry.
She smiled at the joke. “Oh don’t be such a prude Harry. Or what about the woods?”
“Tied to a tree?”
“Oh, and blindfolded!”
“It would be freezing out there don’t forget.”
“Huh. Bummer. Hey we ought to get to sleep, long day tomorrow.”
“OK, I was going to show you something but it can wait,” he said, laughing at the implied promise in his words as he pushed the keyboard away.
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