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.
“Oh honey, here we are.” – I heard my mom saying, as she was walking in HIS direction. I was so confused, I thought I’d faint.
“Hi, Brian! This is Elizabeth, my daughter. Is your dad here yet?” – Mom was blabbing, nervously.
The Greek god shook his hand and turned to me. As he approached me, I felt lightheaded.
“Hi, Beth. Mind if I call you Beth?”
“You can call me anything you want to.” – I thought, but instead of speaking, I just nodded.
“So, my dad and your mom. That makes you my step-sister, right?”
I blushed and nodded again. I was confused as Brian was still holding my hand. Then, it dawned on me: a step-sister? What?