Chapter 2 #2
She knew when she wrote her note that Daddy loves her as much as she loves him.
She knew that I wouldn’t be able to resist. And she fell asleep thinking about me climbing into bed behind her.
And then doing what? What does she know about carnal pleasure? I’ve isolated her. She doesn’t even have a cell phone, and the computer I allow her to work on is ancient, the internet restricted by my own hand.
Guilt chokes me. I helped her when she got her period, but I never explained all the ways of grown-ups to her. Does she even know what this all means?
I let out a low groan as my cock swells against her ass, perfectly cocooned in that soft little gap, my thick fingers exploring in her hot, slippery folds. I draw back, raising my hand to my nose on a deep inhale.
“Fuck, Daisy. So fucking wet.” I grit my teeth, desire flooding through me as I inhale the smell of sex.
I realize with sudden clarity how often this aphrodisiac has teased my senses. More than I would allow myself to admit.
She’s been horny. Needy. She’s been thinking about me, I tell myself, not caring if it’s a lie.
I shove my thick fingers into my mouth, my eyes drifting closed as her flavor spreads over my tongue. Nothing I’ve tasted in my life could ever live up to this. Warm and sweet.
“You love it when Daddy touches you. Your body is telling me what you want.”
I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from losing my spend again, and groan into her shoulder, driving my hand back down.
I stroke her through her panties, listening to her breath quicken as I rub my knuckle where her clit should be, then slide the fabric aside and hear her whimper as I push into her slit again.
I buck and grind myself against her as I do, unable to wait any longer for my own relief, using her ass like a cock sleeve, enjoying the texture of her panties against the head of my dick as I slide up and down, rolling her clit under the pad of my fingers.
“Good girl,” I whisper into her hair, dry humping her ass while I find that tight hole and run my middle finger around the opening. “Daddy wants to teach you what it’s like to feel good. With me, that’s all.”
I won’t stop at this. I’ve come this far, and in my lust-hazed brain, I know I’ll be inside her soon.
The worst part?
I’d bet my life that she won’t wake. She’s the heaviest sleeper I’ve ever known.
I’ve tried setting dozens of alarms. I’ve called her name from the bedroom doorway. I’ve shaken her, pulled away the covers, even tickled her feet. Once Daisy is out, until her body has its eight…or ten hours of sleep, there’s no waking her.
“You like that, don’t you? Your brother touching you down here.” I whisper into her ear, and I swear her answering moan sounds like Yes, Daddy.
When she calls me that, I feel like a king. A filthy, greedy, demanding king.
Restraint is no longer a word I know.
My fingers are soaked with her. I work her little swollen clit, my hips jerking up and back as hers move with my intrusion. I have to get in there. I have to feel that cunt wrapped around me. Right or wrong, I’ll lay with her.
Her brother. Her father. Her Daddy.
The realization that I would do the unthinkable to her in her sleep seeps down into my soul. I’m so protective of her, but I want to defile her as well. I would lodge bullets into any man who attempted to take what is mine.
I knew that before, but now? The red rage overtakes my vision. She’s mine. Mine.
I’ve never been so hard in my life.
“There’s no turning back now,” I growl, shoving my finger deeper, her moans giving me confidence.
I explore her walls, that tight little ring of skin intact, and visions of me fucking her bloody while she’s unconscious make me sick, but not enough to stop.
I try a second finger. “God, so fucking tight. My little virgin sister is going to make my cock so happy.”
“Ohhh,” she whines, pleasure riding on each moan, and I can’t help myself. I push into the tightness, stretching her just a little more, her body adjusting, her heel pressing into my calf as her hips roll, squeezing my cock between her ass cheeks.
“Just lie still. Daddy will be done soon.” I grind my molars, bucking my hips, pump, pump, pump.
It’s too much. My balls spasm, and my hot load spurts against my sister-daughter’s panties as I curl my fingers inside her and start to ride out the blinding blackness of my climax.
Spasms knot my muscles as the strongest orgasm of my life blinds me to any sense of morality. I deliver spurt after spurt of my sticky load where we’re connected, sorry only that it’s not inside her tight heat, but that will come.
“Fuck, Daisy, you made Daddy cum on your little ass.”
“Daddy…” she moans in response, her eyes still shut, body soft and lax with sleep. “Daddy’s good girl…”
“Oh, yes, baby. You’ll always be my good girl. My best girl.”
Two fingers inside her little cunt, but it’s still not as much girth as she will learn to take from what God gave me.
She’s so fucking tight, thoughts of harming her as I stuff her full of my cock turn my vision dark.
Her body will adjust.
Maybe not, but it will be fun to find out.
I’m still rock hard, my cum sticky and thick on the tip and shaft where I’ve rubbed it into her panties.
I need more. So much more. “You’re going to learn to clean Daddy up someday soon.”
“Um hmmm.” She exhales the affirmative, but even I know it’s my imagination. It doesn’t matter. I’m over the line, and I’m never looking back.
“But I want to hear my little girl come. You’re going to do that for me, Daisy, while I rub your little special spot right here.”
Her breathing quickens as I work that little button, licking the shell of her ear. Her body sucks around my fingers, pulling them deeper, my hard-on still pressed hard and thick against her.
“Cum, baby. It’s okay. Daddy’s right here. Don’t be scared.”
Her moans turn more frantic, hips churning, seeking the friction that I’m giving her.
Fuck, she doesn’t just cum, she gushes. It’s like Niagara fucking Falls. Her warmth sprays against my palm as she makes a pained sound in her sleep, her legs twitching, arms flailing above her head, her elbow knocking me in the eye socket.
She must be awake. No way she slept through that.
But as the orgasm subsides, her body goes slack. Her leg falls forward off mine, her thighs pinching my hand in the cleft of her pussy, trapping me in her warmth.
Impossibly, she’s still asleep. Even as her body twitches with aftershocks and her slick warmth drips from my hand, she’s unconscious.
“Good girl,” I whisper into the sex-scented warm air. “Such a good little girl. Was that nice? Daddy liked it very much. In fact, I liked it so much, I’m going to give you special kisses, Daisy. You want that?”
I need to stop. It’s enough.
But it’s not. It never will be.
She mumbles something unintelligible as I shift my bulk back a few inches, allowing her to roll onto her back, her legs spreading, freeing my hand.
I bring the slick, coated digits to her lips and paint her arousal there.
I press my lips to hers, tasting her on herself, then lick a line down her cheek, her neck, sucking deep on one of her nipples through her shirt, then push up onto my knees, looking down at her pliant and willing body.
I’m going to lick my sister’s pussy. God, I’ve dreamed of this.
“You want a goodnight kiss?” I ask through clenched teeth. The same question I’ve asked her hundreds of times when I’ve tucked her into bed.
“Kisses, Daddy…” she mumbles, and a sinister smile spreads over my face as I slide off the side of the bed, salivating for what comes next.
“Yes, baby. Special kisses.”