by Lucy Lixx
“As long as you show your sister how to act with me, you may do whatever you wish with her. You have my blessing.”
I smiled, happy that he would let me enjoy my sister. She was more than just my friend now, she was my companion. Since the other night, I had felt such a strong bond with her that I was fearful of losing it. When I kissed Daddy goodbye before leaving for my dorm, I had that same feeling. It was strange feeling so strongly while doing something dreadfully dirty with my sexual life, indulging in passions so sinful that they were titillating to the core. My insides lit aflame every time Daddy was inside me, and adding Lillian to the picture only made it ten times more erotic. I suddenly ached for him.
“Your semester will be over soon, right?”
I nodded.
“I'll have to get you a special treat.”
Before I could ask what it would be, Daddy planted his lips firmly on mine and drilled my mouth with his tongue. My elation overrode my curiosity and I sank into the cushions, cherishing the sweet taste of my Daddy in my mouth. He tickled my thighs with his fingers which elicited giggles, his fingers poking every orifice available. All of them belong to him. He's the only one, besides Lillian, who would be permitted to penetrate me. I didn't want anyone else. A rich, male celebrity could approach me tomorrow and offer me the world – I would still choose my Daddy. Every time.
As the semester came to a close, I finished up all my projects and started breaking down my dorm room to take home for the summer. I asked Lillian to drive over on the last day to help me pack, but she said she had something important to handle and that she would see me later in the next day. Admittedly, I was a bit disappointed and took a little longer to pack because I didn't have her by my side. Surely I could handle one day without her presence. Everything would be fine.
To kick off my summer break, I took three days off from work. All of those days would be dedicated to relaxation as well as to Daddy. It would be the perfect start to my vacation and a great way to celebrate my achievements. I had passed all my classes without a poor mark which I was incredibly proud of, especially because of how dedicated I had been to my studies while also maintaining a secret relationship with my Daddy and my sister. As I shoved books into boxes, I remembered Daddy saying he had a surprise for me. I wondered what it was.
My thoughts cycled through different scenes of exotic splendor, each one tickling my vulva and causing me to become aroused. I imagined being chained to a tree as his male friends all took turns on my body. I pictured us screwing in a corn field in the middle of the afternoon, potentially risking being discovered by anyone walking through. My naughtiest thought was to make love in my mother's bed and leave the sheets unwashed, smiling as she walks to bed unknowingly about to sleep in the stains of my juices.
I shivered.
Why was I tormenting myself with such thoughts? I wouldn't be home for another two hours and I was already wet with anticipation. I groaned with frustration, waving my arms wildly around to shake some of the flustered feelings out before having to pack up my car. My roommate had already left two days prior, so I could masturbate if I wanted to get rid of this feeling. It would help to be able to concentrate without this persistent tingle in my clit. If I held on to it too long, I might cum in the car while driving over a speed bump. I giggled at the thought.
My brief debate only caused more frustration and I huffed off to the bathroom to run a quick bath for my pleasure session. I came hard and fast in the warm water with enough time leftover to load up my car. I was glad everything fit without a fuss and went back upstairs to clean up the room. There wasn't a great mess to clean up. It was mostly just dirt and dust that had built up over the past few months. It wasn't long before I had turned in my room key, checked out, and collapsed into the driver's seat of my car. I was excited to head back home.
While shifting lanes and carefully obeying traffic laws, I reflected on the past year. I had discovered so many different kinks about myself that I had never known. I wasn't the same girl with silly dreams to be swept away by a prince. Now that I've tasted a king, I never wanted to go back to the land of peasants and knights. They were mere simpletons compared to the amazing brawn I got to hug and squeeze at home. Not only did he please me, but he was always around for me. When I failed a test a few months ago, he allowed me to cry in his lap because I was torn about it. He didn't spank me because I failed, but instead gave me a safe space to vent. What boy in my college world would be bothered to do such a thing? Such a college hunk would only be capable of text communication and wouldn't know how to handle emotions.
A boy simply wouldn't do.
I passed a bar boasting loud music and a fresh selection of university kids who were likely from the same place. I almost envied their carefree spirit, the joyful way in which they swayed with the music and raised their beers. In some ways, I was supposed to be with them. Tonight was about celebrating freedom from class and work, but instead I was heading home to my darkest fantasy. It made me feel more mature, like I had different responsibilities than these kids. I was indebted to my Daddy whom I wanted so desperately to please. I gave up my little girl activities to join the big leagues. It was better than senseless parties and ridiculous toying with ridiculous boys. My envy faded as I drove away, glancing at the rear view mirror to take one last look. Their lives seemed so much more complicated than mine even though I was the one engaging in kinky sex and obedience training.
The thought made me laugh. Half those boys would run at the sight of my toy chest. They wouldn't even know what to do with a gag if I told them. I drove on, confident in the decision I had made to stay inside my dream world instead of playing in reality. Dreams were so much more fun. You could do anything in dreams.
As I pulled up into the driveway, I wondered when I would be able to spend any time with my Daddy this weekend. Would he have room for this surprise while my mother was in the house? Was she even home right now? My brain ran amuck with all sorts of scenarios where we got caught or where we couldn't play because of her presence. I almost resented her, but I had to remind myself that I was the outsider here. This was their marriage.
But how could she be so selfish with him?
Chapter Six
What I appreciated most about Daddy was his dedication to us, to our relationship. It made me feel so incredibly special. The night I had gotten home was rather uneventful as I had nothing planned and wasn't feeling up to going anywhere. Any girl my age would have done something, maybe go to a bar, but I just wanted to be home and lounge around in my night dress while watching B-rated horror movies.
The next day proved to be a little more promising. I'm not sure how Daddy did it, but he managed to get my mother out of the house right after lunch. Excitement grew in my belly as she left and he winked while I attempted to finish my food. I was sure he knew how difficult he made it to concentrate on anything, even a simple activity such as eating.
“Victoria,” Daddy suddenly appeared in the doorway, making me jump in my chair. “Could you run to the store for me really quick? I need a pack of cigarettes.”
“I didn't know you smoked.” I said.
“Only occasionally. Now don't argue. Here's the money.”
Without argument, I accepted the cash and grabbed my keys to drive to the corner store. Daddy had never smoked before, or I had never seen him smoke. Was it part of his bad persona? Had he started recently without me noticing? Was this part of his surprise? I tried not to think about it as I walked into the convenient store and made my purchase. The clerk eyed me suspiciously as I handed her my ID, probably because she had never seen me purchase cigarettes before. I disregarded her stare.
On the way home, I tried to call Lillian to see if she wanted to do anything tonight. Her phone rang forever before going to voicemail which meant she was busy doing something. I sped up to get home faster, wanting to just lie in my Daddy's arms now that mom was out of the house. And why had he sent me out anyway? He could ha
ve gone up to the store on his bike. It wasn't like it was that far.
I walked through the door and immediately felt a shift in the house. Something was weird. I put the cigarettes and my things on the counter, preparing myself for Daddy to pop out of the hall closet or to sneak up behind me.
But nothing happened.
I carefully walked up the carpeted hall, trailing my fingers along the wall. It felt like Daddy wanted to play...and I was feeling very playful. My nails caught on the closet door right before my room and I traced the outline of the wood, anticipating what great visual I might find waiting for me.
As I started to push the door open, I could hear small grunts and the squeak of the mattress. The surprise I found was all too exciting: Lillian was nude with her wrists bound behind her and Daddy was plunging his cock deep into her warm pussy. He gripped her hips to keep her in place and a gag occupied her mouth which explained why I hadn't heard them when I first walked in. Daddy could be quiet when he needed to be. It was another perk of him being my Daddy as he sometimes sneaked in to my room at night to fuck me while mother was sleeping next door. What a thrill it gave me to sin in this way.
I regarded the presentation admirably, soaking in the scene as elation washed over my entire body. Lillian didn't even turn to look at me. She was getting to be an obedient little girl just like me, only doing as Daddy instructs when he is present. While she continued to take her pounding, I walked over to the edge of the bed and took her face between my hands to kiss her forehead. She looked so beautiful being tortured like this. I wanted to play with her.
“Do you like seeing your sister like this?” Daddy asked, still shoving his rod into her burning depths.
“Yes, Daddy. It pleases me.” I said, stroking her face with a polished nail.
“May I play with her?”
“You may. I bought you a special toy since you're a big girl now.”
Without pulling from Lillian's sweet puss, he leaned over and grabbed a toy from the bedside dresser drawer. It sparkled in the light as he presented it, a beautiful rose pink dildo fixated to lace straps that had pink buckles. I gasped, taken aback by the gesture. I reached out to hold my gift, the wonderful surprise Daddy had hidden from me all this time. In my mind, I had imagined an infinite number of scenes where I was being dominated and pounded, but this gave me permission to do all of those things to Lillian.
My sweet sister appeared to smile around the ball gag, but it was difficult to tell. She had been squeaking the entire time I had been admiring the strap-on, my senses abuzz with desire for her juicy lips to be wrapped around this dildo. The base of the dildo boasted a small bullet vibrator which was perfect to stimulate me while I penetrated her. Pleased, Daddy dismounted Lillian and held her bottom in place. He motioned with his eyes towards her bottom that was raised above the rest of her, a sign of submission to him and to me.
Nervous, I peeled off my clothes and pulled the straps over my thighs, turning on the bullet before buckling the straps snugly in place so it wouldn't move. My clit twitched at the sudden stimulation, the vibration traveling up the shaft of the dildo. She would feel what I feel. How exhilarating! I gently stroked the stiff plastic material as if I was attempting to keep an erection, something I'd watched Daddy do a million times. As I climbed on to the bed, he scooted over to give me room for my prize whom was waiting so patiently for me to penetrate her.
I nuzzled Lillian's vulva with the head of the dildo, watching her soft lips quiver in response to the cold toy that I continued to rub up and down as she grew wet. When I felt she was soaked properly, I eased my dildo into her as she moaned, the buzzing from the bullet causing the two of us to tremble against each other. Her bottom was beautiful against my pelvis. I felt like I could sit in this position forever. My hands reverently rubbed the tan skin and slid down her thighs only to come back up to hold her as I started to pump.
Daddy guided me as I picked up a rhythm, his hand on my lower back to encourage each penetration. I drove deeper and started to grind, her bottom bouncing off my hip bones and coming back for more. Lillian moaned, a sound that elicited a splash of liquid that wet the straps between my thighs. As Daddy leaned down to lick my nipple, he slid his hand over my bottom and wiggled his fingers between my legs to find my silky, warm opening. I groaned with delight, the penetration inspiring me to lean into his shoulder. The vibration, his fingers, and the sight of fucking my sister caused pleasure to ripple through my body. I wasn't sure if I could last much longer.
Satisfied that he had violated me plenty with his fingers, he switched his position from the head to the foot of the bed where he stood before Lillian's shivering body. He waved his cock in her face.
“You know what to do, little girl.”
Lillian compliantly slipped his cock into her mouth and sucked, her groans now muffled by his enormous girth filling her throat. Daddy smiled and threw his head back, his hands holding her face firmly in place as he started to move in and out of her tiny opening. I smiled at the magnificent spectacle before me. This is my family. I could remain in this dark fantasy for weeks, maybe even months, as the dreadful world around me sank into chaos. Nothing else was important, not more than this. I was so drunk with bliss that I didn't hear Daddy commanding us both to cum so he could feel Lillian shake against his throbbing rod which was now prepared to explode on her face.
Dutifully, we both began to grind harder into each other and shake, a signal that we were about to climax. Lillian tensed up against the dildo which caused it to stiffen against my pelvis. The bullet pressed harder against my clit and I humped it maniacally, Lillian convulsing in response to my dildo penetrating her repeatedly. We both screamed out, Lillian's more muffled, and collapsed when our orgasms were achieved. Daddy pulled out of Lillian's mouth and spouted his seed upon her face, the creamy substance shining in the dim light of my room.
We were all still panting as Daddy gathered us in his arms to cuddle on my bed. The dildo was still attached to my pelvis, Lillian's silky juices decorating the outside of the toy. My fluids had soaked the entirety of my thighs and wet the bed sheets beneath us. Daddy's cock still stood somewhat erect, the blood draining slowly as his excitement leveled out. We all took a collective deep breath and smiled as we sighed, Lillian and I cuddling into Daddy's sweet embrace.
This is my family.
THE END
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Daddy's Sweet Lollipop
Chapter 1
As I was preparing for dinner tonight, mom walked in the room and stood behind me, both of us staring into the mirror:
“Honey, you’ve grown into a beautiful woman!”
I was staring at myself in the mirror, short black dress and not too high heels, and was pleased with what I was seeing.
I felt my face blush as I turned to her: “Mom, I’m only 18. I’m not a woman yet.”
“I’m so proud of you.” – She whispered, hugging me tightly before continuing: “I really can’t wait for you to meet Michael.”
I stood there, smiling, acting all polite, for my mom’s sake. She was a great person, after all. Michael was her new boyfriend, the first one in a string of relationships she actually wanted me to meet. And, as the good daughter that I am, I fully obliged. As for me, I am 18 now and I’m not dating. Not for now, at least. My friends make jokes about my virginity, but I’m in no hurry to go and fuck someone immature and childish. I have been on a couple of dates with boys my age, but I’ve realized that: they are only boys. Given the circumstances of my upbringing, I’m far more mature than any of them, thus I’ve decided to wait for the real, mature man in my life. The type of man that is strong, reliable, secure, stable, the type of man that knows how to talk about anything and everything and that will make me weak in the knees just by looking at me. Until this man shows up, I’ve decided not to date.
It has been over two years now since my dad died. As much as it was extremely hard for both mom and I, we kept strong for the other one and we tried to move on with our lives. It was difficult for me as I was barely 16 at the time and I had no idea what was happening. It was devastating to have someone so dear taken away in a second. That being said, I’ve matured faster than my generation as I’ve seen what life can do to you. No, life is not fair, and it’s not meant to be and the sooner you embrace that, the better it will be in the long run.
After dad died, mom decided it was time to move. And we moved a lot. The first year, we were still depressed from our loss and our house was pretty quiet – I was never the angry teenager, quite the contrary really. The second year, I saw my mom was trying to move on: she started dating again. And, as much as it made me angry, I tried to understand her. After all, she was still young and full of life, she certainly deserved love in her life.
The minute we walked in the restaurant, I saw him. Tall, blonde, gorgeous, perfect smile, broad shoulders, deep blue eyes… Maybe a year or two older than me. As I stepped into the restaurant, my breath was taken away.