Hello. So, I'm experiment on POVs and thought 2nd person worked best for this story. Hope you enjoy.
Today was one of the best days of your life. You felt as if you were walking on cloud nine as you entered your home, closing the door behind you with a loud dramatic sigh. You had gotten the courage to talk to the son of one of your neighbors. You had been spying on him for a few years now, watching him mature into a handsome young man. Summer was your favorite time, watching as he mowed his parent’s lawn with his shirt off. He wasn’t that much older than you.
Unfortunately, you never had the chance to really talk to him. That was until today. You were on one of your regular walks when he came out of his house and waved at you. At you! Of all people. At first you thought it was a mistake until he called out and made his way to you. The two of you talked, introducing yourselves for the very first time. Unfortunately, you didn’t have a lot in common. Yet, you reminded yourself. But, unless you were mistaken, he was flirting with you.
The disadvantage of having been homeschooled all your life by deeply religious parents, was being unable to pick up on some social queues. Parent, you reminded yourself. Despite the fact your mother had died five years ago, it still felt so fresh and new. After her death, your father left you up to your own education while he worked. But he didn’t neglect you, making sure that when he got home you would tell and show him what you learned. Sometimes, you did feel like your education was a little bit lacking in some areas, but then again, you trusted your father. Why would he hide things from you?
Still, you had decided that you would leave for a short while, explore the world. You had been saving up what little money you were given by your family. It didn’t amount to much, but you figured it was enough to afford you a room for a little while. Once out of the house, you knew your father would send you money to make sure you were safe. The thought of getting a job, being on your own, made you very nervous and yet excited at the same time. There were really only a handful of places you had spent most of your life in: Mainly church, home, and the grocery store.
You happily walk to your room, closing the door behind you. You are almost ready to leave, you just had to time everything right. What you are waiting for is the special woman your father had started talking about excitedly. Five years was a long time to be without a mother. It pained you how much your father suffered. It also gave you hope for your own future spouse. To have someone so devoted to you, like he was to your mother who had passed away five years ago.
Sitting on your bed, you grab the picture frame that was of you and your both parents. You had taped a recent image of your little brother. He never got to meet your mother. She died giving birth to him. You had essentially become his mother. In fact, you had become the woman of the house, forcing you to grow up quickly over the last five years. You had to clean, cook, shop for essentials, and take care of your father and little brother. You were rather proud of your accomplishments and knew that you could take care of yourself.
You lay back on your bed, unable to hide the big smile crossing your face as your heart flutters. Michael, a name you would never forget. He was flirting with you, wasn’t he? Even if he wasn’t, you rather prefer to believe he was. After all, why had he called to you? Maybe you could stop by his home before going on your little adventure. Just to get some ideas of what to do.
You let out a sigh, as your heart pounds with nerves. Your father didn’t know your plans. You hadn’t had the courage to tell him. It wasn’t that you were afraid of him. He wasn’t a violent man. Sure, he’d spanked you when you were a child for being naughty, but that was normal. You were afraid of him guilt tripping you into staying.
Yes, you were worried for your little brother. He was five after all, and your father had to work full time. That was why you were waiting. Once your father introduced you to that special woman you would leave. She’d take care of your brother, you had little doubt. Your father loved both of you too much to find a woman who wouldn’t treat either of you.
“Sissy,” your father’s disappointed voice makes you jump in surprise. That wasn’t your real name, only the nickname your brother called you that your father had adopted. You quickly sit up and look at him. He is in your doorway, staring back at you.
“Daddy,” you say, trying to figure out why he looks disappointed.
“Follow me,” he says, beckoning you.
You couldn’t help but swallow as chills ran down your body, raising your flesh. Still, you never disobeyed your father. You follow him, clenching your dress for some sort of comfort.
He was a tall man, almost always easy to spot in a crowd, short brown hair peppered with some white now that he was older, and dark brown eyes. He had gained a bit of weight over the years due to your cooking, most of it on his belly. Pictures were the only proof he was skinny at one point in his life. Your mother had been tall and skinny when she was alive.
And then there was you. You did see your mother and father’s resemblance in you, thankfully. But, you somehow drew the short straw when it came to height. You weren’t sure who you inherited your hips from, but it wasn’t your mother. You knew, after finding one of her old dresses and trying it on. You couldn’t get it to go down your hips without it threatening to rip.
Your father opens the door to his room and looks at you. You couldn’t help but gulp as you step inside. You are in trouble. But you can’t imagine what you have done to make him mad. Did he know that you planned on leaving? But that wouldn’t make him angry would it? Disappointed sure, but not angry?
“Sit,” he says, motioning toward his bed.
You feel awkward, but sit down on his bed while he closes the door behind him. You fold your hands on your lap as your eyes follow your father. He walks to his closet, opening it. In a corner you see the old dresses your mother used to wear. He still hadn’t had the heart to get rid of them.
He reaches up and pulls down a shoebox. Your heart drops. You know that shoebox.
“What’s this?” he asks as he turns and opens it, showing all the money you had saved over the years.
“My money,” you say softly.
His eyes narrow. “You’ve been stealing from me?”
“Of course not!” you couldn’t help but raise your voice in defense. “That’s what I’ve been getting over the years for my birthday and Christmas, whatever the family sent me.”
“Do not lie to me, Sissy!” he growls.
Your mouth drops. “I’m not lying!” you reply back, feeling hot tears well up in your eyes. You’ve never outright lied to your father. Sure, you’ve omitted details, but never lied.
“And what did you plan on doing with this money?” he demands.
Your mouth trembles. Suddenly, you are afraid to tell him the truth. “A rainy day,” you say. The half lie makes you proud. That was what you had originally planned on using the money, in case there was an emergency of some sort. But, that had converted to you leaving.
He drops the box onto the ground, letting some of the bills fly out to land around it. The distinct sound of a belt unbuckling brought your eyes up from the fallen box to your father. You couldn’t help but bring your feet up onto the bed as you try to move back. There was something about his face that terrifies you.
“Daddy, no,” you whisper as he walks to you, the belt in his hand was too much. “I’m an adult now!” you say, gathering what little courage you have and standing up.
You have no time to react, as your father easily bends you over and gives your ass a loud hard smack with his belt. You shriek in surprise more than anything as most of the impact was dulled by the dress you wore. “You know liars get punished,” he growls.
He easily maneuvers the two of you so that he is sitting on the bed and you are bent over his knee. You grab onto the side of the bed to try and rise up, only to cry out again as the belt hits your behind.
Tears start to fall down your cheeks. Not from pain, as the dress you wear still protects you from most of the impact, but from fear and humiliation. You’ve never seen him so angry before. He hits you three more times before putting his other leg under you. He firmly places his hand onto your upper back to keep you under control.
You are too old for this kind of punishment! “No! Don’t!” you can’t help but say as you feel a cool breeze flow over your bottom from him moving you dress up. You can’t believe he would do such a thing. Your cheeks blushed bright red. You were bent over your father’s knees, butt in the air with your simple white underwear exposed to him.
A sharp harsh sting from the belt makes you shriek. This time, it hurt a lot more. At least he didn’t take off your underwear. He hasn’t seen you naked since you were a child. He hit you four more times, each time making you cry out and jump. As much as you wanted to leave, you know that you can’t escape him. The thought of him spanking you longer and harder keeps you from truly fighting back.
“No!” you shriek again as you feel him pull your underwear down. He doesn’t pause, spanking you hard again. You struggle this time to get away. The stings of the belt are too much now on your completely bare skin. Not to mention your butt is naked. His grip on your back is firm.
“I will add more spankings!” he threatens.
Bowing your head you let him finish, biting your cheek to muffle your cries. It barely helps. Your little brother had come to mind. You don’t want him walking in to see what the screaming was about. You couldn’t let him see you bent over your father’s lap, being spanked. You were an adult after all.
To your relief, he stops after hitting your naked ass five more times. Still, you can’t relax as you sob. Your butt stings from the belt and you feel humiliated. You find yourself shaking with quiet tears. Your father hushes you, as he gently rubs your back. A shiver runs through your body at the sudden tenderness.
“I didn’t want to do it,” he says softly. “But, you know I hate liars.”
You nod your head and move your hand to pull up your underwear.
“Sissy,” he says in a stern voice.
Oh no. He isn’t done. One of his hands touches your butt, making you yelp in surprise. He massaged one butt cheek then the other. His fingers slipped through your crack a couple times. You jump when one of his fingers goes too deep and skims your butthole. Wrong! Your mind screams at you. His touch was so wrong. Before you can call him out on it, his hand lands hard on your butt.
You jerk. No. You can’t allow this. You try to dig your toes into the ground to gain some leverage to push away. But your efforts raise your butt a little too high and his hand hits lower than it should have, tapping a small part of your most intimate of places. You yelp and buck, lowering your ass back down so that wouldn’t happen again.
You stare at the ground, crying with each hit and jumping. You can’t help but wonder why he has switched to his hand. You would rather he use the belt, surprisingly. Sure, it hurt worse, but his bare hand is hitting your bare butt. Something was wrong with that.
Something hard pokes close to your belly, making you frown. There is no way to get a good view of what was hitting you as you press down each time he hits you. But it makes you uncomfortable. His spanking seems to go on forever, varying in strength and speed.
“Daddy?” your brother’s young voice asks through the door.
To your great relief, your father pushes you off his lap. You quickly pull up your underwear, wincing and sobbing as you scoot away from him, not stopping till you hit the nightstand. You ignore the stinging pain from your ass.
Your father opens his door and crouches. “Don’t worry, Levi,” he says, gently. “Your sister has been a naughty girl. You know when you’re a bad boy I have to discipline you?”
You see your brother nod his head.
“Well, I have to do the same to your sister sometimes. And she’s been very naughty. So, go play with your toys. And don’t worry. Everything is going to be alright.”
There is nothing your brother can do, he is only five. He looks at you with a concerned face. You can only hope you gave him a reassuring smile in return.
“Okay,” he says with a nod before leaving.
Your father shuts the door, letting out a loud sigh. A loud click of the lock freezes you. He was locking the door? He didn’t look back at you, placing his hands on the door and leaning against it for a moment. “Lord, help me,” he whispers softly.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t lying,” you say quickly, not wanting him to hit you more. But you don’t want him to think you’re a liar. “That’s my money. I was just saving it.”
He only turns his head to look at you. Then slowly and deliberately, he moves his whole body to walk towards you. Your eyes immediately go to the bulge in his pants. You have very little knowledge about sex. Really, all you know was that when a man and woman sleep together they could make babies. Your father has failed to educate you in anatomy. You know the right words. You have a vague idea of what a man’s penis looks like from having seen your father’s on accident years ago. And you know your vagina is different. You have put two and two together in that a man’s thing goes into yours somehow. But that is about it.
His face darkens. “I thought I taught my daughter to be pure,” he says menacingly. He has noticed your stare.
Before you can explain, he grabs you by the hair and pulls you up to your knees.
“If you want a good look at it then take it out,” he commands.
“I don’t,” you say quickly, trying to look at your father, but failing. Your whole body shakes in fear. His hand grabs one of yours, forcing it to rest on his bulge. You let out a little cry, trying to pull away.
“Temptress,” he snaps. “You made this happen.”
“No, I didn’t!” you cry out.
“Look at what you’ve done. Face what you did!” he says, tightening his grip on your hair and pulling.
You sob, but did as he said, undoing his pants. There is a deep shame in you for your actions. It didn’t seem right. You lower his pants to the ground, staring at his hairy legs for a moment. He steps out of them, then jerks your head up. Your eyes fall on his bulge.
“Please, daddy,” you say softly as you look up at him.
“Look at what you’ve done,” he says.
Your breathing deepens as you shakily reach out and lower his underwear. His semi-erect penis pops out. You can’t help but stare at it. You’ve never seen one up close before. Your cheeks flush red with embarrassment as you catch your stare and you try to look away. He pulls your hair again, making you cry again and look at him.
“Do you know what that is?” he asks.
You nod your head. “It’s a-” you pause, face feeling hot with embarrassment, trapping the word in your throat. He looks at you expectantly. “A penis,” you finally manage to say.
“It’s a cock,” he states. “Say it.”
You have overheard that word before. You were told it was a bad word to say. You swallowed hard, shaking your head, wincing at the pull since his hand still firmly holds onto your hair.
His eyes narrow and you see his muscles tense.
“A cock!” you say quickly before he can hurt you.
To your great relief, he let go of your hair, allowing you to sit down and look away. You aren’t sure why he made you look at his penis-cock. But, he has. At least now he’d get dressed and let you go.
“Take off your dress,” he states. His voice is cold and uncaring.
You look up at him in surprise as he takes off his shirt. He is completely naked before you. “What?” you ask, clutching your hands to your chest. There is no way he has just said that. But yet, he is so very naked in front of you.
His eyes focus on you. There is no love there, something else. His hand reaches for his belt that he left on the bed. It is a threat. You quickly pull your dress over your head, but don’t move from your sitting position on the floor. You cover your breasts with your hands, thankful you wore a bra.
You watch your father as he kneels down on the floor in front of you. It is painfully difficult not to look at the thing between his legs. He reaches out one hand. You can’t help but slap it away as he is clearly aiming for your breasts. A sharp powerful sting catches you unaware and your head snaps to one side. You slowly stare at your father in surprise, his hand is raised in the air. He had backhanded you.
“I’m your father,” he states. “I must make sure that lying is the only sin you have committed.”
Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you know what that means. But you refuse to acknowledge it. He can’t. He wouldn’t.
Your jaw trembles, but you let him remove your hands from your chest. You let him touch your breasts. At the very least, they are covered by your bra. That doesn’t last long as he slips one hand into your bra, clutches your breast and pops it out, followed by the other one.
“Why?” you whisper, trying to cover your breasts again. He snarls, making you lower your hands.
It is difficult to breathe as he feels one, pinching, squeezing, pulling, then moves to the other to do the same. And then his hand slips down into your underwear.
“No!” you say with a shaky voice as you jump and try to get away. He’s taking things too far. He somehow manages to slip through your labia before you can escape. Still, you are able to move away from the night stand, only to hit the wall.
He holds up his fingers, they look a little wet. His eyes lower slightly as he shakes his head in disappointment. “My own daughter’s a whore,” he says.
Your mouth drops. “No! I’m not,” you reply.
“Then explain why your cunt is so wet? For me? Your father?” he demands.
Your mind goes blank with shock. Cunt? Wasn’t that a bad word?
“Stand up,” he says as he stands up.
“But,” you start to protest but think better of it again as he reaches for his belt. You quickly stand, once again covering your breast with one hand and your privates with the other, even though you are still wearing your underwear.
He steps too close, making you tremble again. He reaches his arms around you, pressing his naked body against yours. You want to disappear. The tight pressure of your bra disappears as he undoes it. “I have to make sure my daughter hasn’t whored herself out,” he says . With that, his hand goes back into your underwear.
You have to fight back, struggling as his fingers aggressively touch you. Unfortunately, you are trapped between the wall and his body. His fingers roughly hit the spot that you knew sent strange jolts through you. Jolts that make you extremely embarrassed. Your hips buck at the contact. And then two fingers run along the outside of your hole.
“Daddy, stop!” you demand as you grab his wrist, trying in vain to pull him out.
His eyes narrow and suddenly, one finger dips inside. That is when you scream in terror, rising to your tiptoes in an attempt to get him out of you. He hasn’t really stuck his finger in that far. Probably just up to his first knuckle. But it is wrong.
He pulls his hand out and then puts it close to your face so you can see there was some slickness on his finger. You don’t know what that means. You open your mouth to ask, to beg for answers, only for him to take the opportunity to stick his fingers in. You choke as he pushes them in a little too far.
“Don’t bite!” he snaps before you can do that. “Taste your filth.” He roughly rubs his two fingers along your tongue before taking them out.
You gasp in relief. He doesn’t give you a chance to think, pushing your shoulders down, forcing you to your knees. Once again, you are face to face with his cock. You look up at him, not understanding what to do. It hasn’t changed much since you last saw it. Still semi up but drooping down.
“You started this, temptress,” he says coldly. “You’re going to finish it. You know what to do. Take my cock in your mouth and clean it.”
Your eyes widen in surprise. “Daddy, please, no. This is wrong,” you try to reason with him.
He swiftly turns around, grabbing the belt that was on the bed. You’d rather he spank you again then put his private part, his penis, cock, whatever, in your mouth. You stare at him defiantly, standing in the process, getting ready to bend over and take the spanking.
A sharp sting across your breasts makes you shriek instead. He hits you across your breasts two more times before you cover them with your arms. And then he hit your lower thighs, aiming for your vagina. You quickly drop to your knees.
“Okay, please, stop!” you cry out, lowering your head as if you are bowing to him. It was more as a means to protect your intimate parts. You feel him stand in front of you. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the belt hanging loose, a warning. Sitting back up, you look at your father.
There is no fatherly love in his eyes.
You move your eyes away from him to stare at his cock once again. Life suddenly feels unfair. It feels so wrong. You wipe your nose with the back of your hand, only to realize at that moment that you had started to cry. Despite the spankings and the fears and your mouth screaming. You weren’t really crying, before, well, there were no tears. You had managed to hold all of that back. But now, you are crying.
“Do not use your teeth,” he commands.
You lick your lips automatically. It looks so intimidating and ugly. And the manly musk, you don’t like it. You tentatively touch his cock and it twitches at the contact.
“Spit on your hands,” he says. You aren’t sure why, but gathering as much saliva as you can, you spit on your hands. “Touch me.”
The belt lightly taps his leg, reminding you what he would do if you disobey. You bring your slightly damp hands from the saliva up and gently grasp him.
“Firmer.”
For a moment, you imagine yourself twisting his penis… cock off, but quickly shake that thought away. You move your hand along his shaft, hating every inch, every feel of it. His hips gently move and it doesn’t take long for you to notice that the tip of his cock is lightly pressing against your lips. You don’t want to, but you open your mouth, just enough for a little bit of him to enter. He rocks the tip of his cock in.
“Open,” he commands, one hand tangles itself into your hair. The belt taps against his leg again.
You quickly open your mouth. Without warning, he pushed the entire thing into you, going past your tongue and into your throat, making you gag, choke and cough. No teeth! You scream at yourself as you feel your mouth try to bite down. You plant your hands on his thighs, trying to push him back, but his hand in your hair gives him the power he needs to hold still for a moment. He withdraws, allowing you to gasp for breath.
“That’s where we’ll end,” he says the moment you stabilize.
Your jaw trembles. You don’t like that. Not one bit. You don’t want him that far in your throat. But again, the belt. You once again open your mouth and he sticks his cock in you. This time, he rocks slowly. You don’t really know what to do.
“Touch me,” he says, his voice pitched a little bit higher.
You do as you are told. The feel of his shaft moving along your hands disgust you. It is difficult to concentrate on the new things he is making you do. No teeth, his cock moving slowly deeper and deeper into your mouth, your hands rubbing him. You can feel his veins, his hardness. He stops going deeper into your mouth when he finds your gag reflex.
It feels like hours, him rocking his cock in and out of your mouth. Your hands grow weary from moving along him. He has, a couple of times, commanded you to spit on your hands to keep them moist. It is far easier to do it compared to the first time. So much saliva keeps pooling in your mouth that you end up drooling.
He started groaning at some point, you aren’t sure when. But you hate that noise. His hand keeps a tight grip on your hair.
To your relief, he pulls out. You can’t help but gasp in surprise. His cock is bigger than when you had last seen it. It stands up proud and straight and intimidates you. He slaps your face a couple of times with his cock. That stuns you, but makes him chuckle. It is the first time since he has spanked you that he sounds happy.
“Open,” he commands.
You do without hesitation. He places himself back into your mouth, rocking a little bit again, but pulling out.
“Take a deep breath,” he says, placing both hands on your head this time.
“Please, no,” you beg. At this point, you know that begging is useless, but you just can’t help but keep trying to reach the father you knew and loved. You feel the belt tap your shoulder lightly. You wipe your eyes from your tears and your nose then take in a deep breath. He pulls your head to his crotch and pushes himself into your throat. You get about halfway over his cock before you retch and he pulls back out.
You take a deep breath, knowing what he’s going to do. He does it again, only this time, he’s able to go deeper. His pubic hair tickled your nose and your forehead pressed against his stomach. And then, you feel it. Your throat convulses as does your stomach. He pulls his cock all the way out just in time as you move your head away to vomit onto the floor.
He moans. Suddenly, he painfully pulls you up by your arm. You turn your head to ask for forgiveness, only for his lips to meet yours in a desperate kiss. You can’t return his desperation.
“My temptress,” he groans.
This time, you struggle. To hell with it all. You’ve been spanked, smacked, forced to undress him, undressed most of yourself and swallowed his cock. Damn him. He can beat you to death for all you care. You aren’t going to let him do this anymore.
He pushes you backwards onto the bed. Your knees catch the edge, destabilizing you, making you fall onto your back. His hands grab your panties, pulling them down. You struggle, grabbing the comforter to try and push yourself off the bed and away from him. You aren’t sure how he does it. But you find him between your legs, hovering over your face. Your legs were up over his chest, resting on his shoulders, your feet in the air. You can’t move them very far apart because your underwear is still partially on, connected by your ankles, trapping them. You see your underwear resting on the back of your father’s head. You’re trapped.
“Daddy, don’t,” you murmur in fear. You can feel his cock rub up against your most intimate of places. It isn’t right. He knows better. You know your face is contorted into an ugly mess as you can’t help but mourn your own innocence.
If your father notices, he doesn’t say anything. He scoots back just a little bit, relieving you of feeling his cock on your skin. You can’t help but groan and arch your back as his mouth clamps onto your breast. That feeling was new, tantalizing and very wrong. A little squeak comes out of you as you try to muffle your body’s responses. He licks, nibbles, sucks and kisses one breast.
“Oh, baby girl,” he moans. His suddenly kind voice startles you. You finally focus on his head, waiting to see his face. He lets your breast go with a pop then gazes at you. Lust! You realize in horror. He hasn’t been looking at you in anger, at least not really. He wants you.
“Dad, I’m your daughter,” you try to remind him. “This is wrong.”
He smiles, petting your cheek with one hand. “Oh, baby girl,” he groans as he trails kisses up your neck to your lips. “God gave you to me for a reason.”
“This is wrong!” you can’t help but shout out. Your skin rises as your heart plummets. You know something horrible is about to happen. The events your father has put into play clearly lead up to this. You just don’t want to name it. You can’t name it yet.
“No,” he says, shaking his head. “I was meant to have a big family. And God blessed me with my first child being a girl. Levi needs more brothers, maybe a sister, but your mother, she’s not with us. Now, you and I will make more children of my blood.”
More children? The thought of becoming a mother at such a young age makes you cry. And by your own father? You kick your legs, trying to find enough leverage on the bed to slip out from under him and get away.
He only chuckles at your attempts, easily following the little progress you make. He put his hands on either side of you, looking down at you, eyes burning with triumphant. “I’ve waited so long, baby girl,” he says, kissing you once again. “My little wife. You were made to bear my children.”
You cry out, trying to get away from his mouth.
“Daddy, no! I’m your daughter,” you say in a last-ditch effort to knock some sense into him. “This is wrong.” Same words, same tone, same ignorance from him.
Your body freezes. You can feel his cock move by your intimate spot, up and down, but he is still too far to penetrate. You can’t help but look at him in disgust as he runs one hand along your hair.
“I’ve prayed so hard, baby girl,” he says, in a sick sweet loving voice, the harsh demanding voice he had been using seemed like a thing of the past. “And have looked for another solution. But your hips, love. So much bigger than your mother’s. Your breasts.” He teases one then the other. “Just waiting for a babe to suckle on them too. You are more worthy and capable. I know, this is what The Lord wants from me, from us. It’s why He took your mother away from me so soon. Why He gave us your brother and inspired me to name him Levi.”
You put your hands on his chest to push him off. But he doesn’t even move from your efforts. And then, you feel it. His cock starts to slowly and painfully breach you.
“Daddy, stop!” you scream, pounding your hands on him as if that would stop him. To your surprise, it does. He pulls back, your entrance stinging from his efforts. And then you feel his hand touching you, dipping into you. “No!”
He doesn’t stay long, moving back up to show you his fingers are wet. “You want me, baby,” he said as if that were proof. “You know in your heart that we were meant to be. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be wet for me. You wouldn’t suck my cock. You wouldn’t let me put it so far into you.”
With each word, you feel as if another lock is being placed into your door of freedom. You can’t respond. You don’t want your father to have sex with you! Again, you feel his tip at your entrance. Again he slowly pushes into you. Once again, you weakly pound on his chest to get him to stop. Your energy is almost gone. You’ve been fighting so hard and so long. It’s hard to breathe.
He only responds with a groan this time, but he doesn’t take his eyes off you.
You arch your back, and tense your leg muscles on his shoulders to try to push yourself away from his invasion. Only, your efforts hurt you even more. He isn’t going to stop, no matter how tight you are. He moves slowly, opening you up with his cock. You feel so disgusted, his skin in you, on you! His heat knives through you.
“Fuck, honey,” he moans, for the first time cursing. “So tight.”
A wail of misery and pain escapes your lips as you feel your insides widen to impossible widths. “Ss..ss… stop! It hurts!”
“I know, baby, I know,” he says, nodding his head as if he understands the pain, the ultimate betrayal of it all. He smiles at you. “The biggest part is in you now. The rest is easy. See?” You don’t want to look. Somehow, he manages to lift your head up enough to see your union. His cock is barely inside of you. Your eyes widen in terror. There is still so much of him left to go.
You look up at him, ready to beg and argue, plead with him to stop. He quickly pushes up, eyes focused on your face. Your mouth opens to scream, but you just couldn’t anymore. The pain of his invasion is quick and sudden, burning and stretching you, leaving you with an absolutely full feeling you’ve never felt before. So, this is sex. And you want absolutely nothing to do with it.
“Absolutely beautiful,” your father says with marvel in his voice. “A woman’s first time is always painful. And you have blessed me, bless us, with this moment.” He doesn’t move, allowing you to adjust to your situation for once. He kisses your lips then sighs when you turn your cheek to him. “Very well.”
He starts to move. You weren’t ready, but does it really matter now? You can’t imagine anyone enjoying sex as his cock seems to tear your insides, going up and down. He is so drastically loud, moaning and groaning. His skin hits yours with loud thwacks as he sets up a decent pace for himself.
He no longer touches you, using his arms to support himself as he quickens his awful pace into you. His eyes close as his mouth moves. “Fuck, baby girl,” he groans. “Your cunt is so fucking tight.”
“Stop,” you say quietly, not that it matters anymore.
“Almost,” he huffs, “Almost…. There.” You don’t know what that means, until you feel his pubs and then stomach press against you. He is completely in you. He let out a loud satisfied groan, forcing your legs down, in a painful stretch so that he can have more of his skin on yours.
Sitting back up a little bit, he rolls his hips, moving his cock differently inside of you. He withdraws some. A jolt of electricity seems to shoot up to your core as he touches your clit with his hand, rubbing hard. Your hips buck, making his cock plunge into you.
“I’ll help you cum, sweetheart,” he groans, kissing you. You hate the feeling of his tongue and lips on you. “It’s the least I can do for the gift you have given me. For being the mother of our children.”
Supporting himself with one hand, he uses the other to rub that spot of you that seems to excite your brain. Your hips buck in response, despite you trying your best to be passive.
“That’s it, honey,” he moans. He hasn’t stopped moving in you, but he has kept his thrusts slow and shallow.
You try to widen your legs, but the underwear and his arms only let you move so far. You realize he doesn’t want you wider.
“You’re hurting me,” you cry. “Please, daddy. Stop. Don’t do this to me.”
If he hears you, he ignores your pleas. His voice pitches higher, and then you realize you were doing the same thing. Your hips move rapidly as he rubs on that bit of you that’s bringing pleasure. And then something changes. You aren’t sure what. Your heartbeat seems to pick up, you find it hard to breathe, your body goes rigid and a feeling you’ve never felt hits you hard.
You move your body, trying to figure out what is going on, arching your back as if you were trying to get away. Your mouth opens and a loud moan of pleasure escapes your surprised mouth. Pleasure! You can’t believe it, but it is. He’s no longer touching you, thrusting quickly and deeply into you instead. You feel your inner walls quiver around him, clutching tightly. He moans in response. He should be hurting you, or so you think. He had been hurting you. But now, you feel something else. His cock is working with the pleasure feeling, expanding it, enhancing it.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t last long and soon, you’re back in reality. Your father’s cock is fucking you.
“You’re the best gift God has given me.” He kisses you, drool slobbering over you. But this time, you kis him back. You have to. It is what your body demands as suddenly it wants his cock. You want that pleasure back. You desperately need it to travel away from what is happening to you.
Tears stream down your face and you can’t help but wail at what you are going through, both in horror and pleasure. You hate yourself. You hate your body, but you know what to do. That feeling is back there, needing more to come out. You need it to comfort you. If only it stayed to drown out your humiliation and pain.
Your hand goes down between your body and your father’s to touch yourself. It’s what he did to give you pleasure. You can feel him watching you, judging you. But you don’t care. You just want to feel good. Want to escape the rape and knowledge that it isn’t going to be the only one.
Your brain snaps as you find the feeling. You arch your back as much as you can, eyes and mouth opening wide. It hits you hard and you let your mind ride it.
“Fuck, honey,” your father groans, pounding into you with a speed you didn’t realize he could do. “Fuck, so fucking tight!”
You feel your walls clench around him again, it should have been painful for you if you weren’t already riding another wave of euphoria.
“Shit! I’m almost there, honey,” he moans, voice pitched higher. His cock keeps hitting a spot in you, triggering something, you aren’t sure what. It is similar to the orgasm you just felt, but also different.
“Dad?” you can’t help but ask and then it catches you. Your body seems to convulse, with another feeling of pleasure. It scares you and for a moment, your mind goes blank. Different from the orgasm from your nub, not as strong, but still something.
“Fuck, fuck!” he growls, bringing you back to the reality that your father is raping you and you are getting pleasure from it. His speed stops, but he slams into you harshly.
He looks at you, face filled with triumphant, then slams one last time into you, completely bottoming out before he moans. He arches his back, as if trying to make sure his cock stays in you for as long as possible as he cums.
You feel his cock pulse in you, squirting his hot seed, coating your insides. He has a hard time catching his breath as he grunts, gripping your hips tightly, keeping you both joined till he’s completely spent.
With a happy sigh, he finally pulls his softening cock out of you and leans back, allowing your underwear to slip off your legs, finally freeing them. He stares at your “cunt” as he called it for a moment, then picks up your underwear from the bed and wipes you, making you cringe and close your legs. Bringing it up, he showed you the blood that is on it.
“A true virgin,” he says with a smile. “My daughter, my wife, the mother of my children.” You tense as he pulls you in for a kiss. But he doesn’t seem to care. He knows there’s nothing to worry about now.
He gets off the bed, grabbing the shoebox and closing the lid before returning it to the top of his closet shelf. He takes another box and puts your stained underwear in there. You curl up in a ball, trying to cover yourself. You can feel his stuff leaking out of you, but you dare not move. You’re too scared.
You can’t help but look at his shrinking cock. It had been so big, so painful, now it was looking less menacing. Not that you want it anywhere near you again. He slips on his boxers, giving you a lewd smile at the same time.
“Unfortunately, honey,” he says. “Men take a little bit of time to recover. But don’t worry. I’ll be putting a baby in you soon enough. And then we can try other things.”
You don’t move. You can’t move. And he doesn’t bother to try and comfort you. You did imagine yourself being a mother. But not to your father’s children, and not at your age.
Your father opens the door. “Levi!” he says in surprise. You cover yourself with the comforter in case your brother steps in further.
“Is sissy okay?” you hear him ask. “She was screaming.”
“Sissy is fine,” your father replies. “She wasn’t in pain.”
You can’t help but choke on a sob at that last sentence. Your cunt aches in pain and feels sore. You feel his cum slowly leak out of you.
“She’s going to scream like that again,” you hear your father say, making you curl up even tighter. “But don’t worry. She’s not in any pain. It’s something that grown women do. That’s why she’ll be sleeping in my room now. So that she won’t wake you up.”
“Sissy?” Your little brother’s concerned voice makes you want to answer, but then he’d hear the pain in your voice.
“Levi, leave Sissy alone,” your father says in a stern voice. “She’s not used to being a grown woman and is tired.”
“Feel better,” your brother’s sweet, concerned voice makes you muffle your cries.
“Hey, Levi,” your father says as he closes the door. “What do you think about being a big brother?”