Carmilla's Private Chambers

Her first work was from a place of naivety, anonymously posted and pulling things from both her own real-life relationship with her sister Nora, as well as the number of other stories she’d read with taboo relationships. All of her work was cross-posted on various sites, and some of them just shrugged it off or gave a few chastising notes, but… a small community was very, very invested in her work.

The first comment to make her cry was from some burner account, mostly letters and numbers, and it just read: “This means a lot to me. I reread it a ton. Keep it up. 👍”. She printed it and thumbtacked it above her computer. It wasn’t anything special, but… the fact that her work could mean something to someone, that they would like it enough to reread her words over and over… it kindled something in her heart that made her emotional. She reached someone.

Trends continue, and Faith wanted to chase that high. She’d found something that worked for her, that she was truly good at, and so she began to pour herself into it. She churned out work after work, as many different dynamics and facets as she could, exploring the vastness of what sisterhood meant, the way that they could love each other, the feelings there.

And it took a lot out of her, too. She had to really dig deep to understand the guilt and trauma, imagining the feelings of a shaky hand touching a lover they could never, ever keep. Like smoke over water. Fiction is obviously separate from reality, so she could never truly understand. Her sister Nora was off at an internship and they weren’t super close before that, anyway. In high school they were closer, only a year apart, and their transition dates are even closer, only about a month apart. But as time stretched on… things started to fade. Faith found her own friends, Nora went in a different direction.

Occasionally she wondered what it would’ve been like had she stayed, maybe went to college nearby, and talked to Faith more… she probably never would’ve ended up writing stuff like this! Having her sister closer would’ve meant remembering the tangible reality of what it meant to be sisters, it would’ve shut down any sort of inklings pretty quickly.

Maybe… it was a blessing in disguise, then. It wasn’t what she’d been looking for, but Faith enjoyed her community. She liked having people praise her writing, and she was starting to really enjoy what she wrote. Hell, she’d even started commenting on other people’s fics (anonymously, of course) as she read them for ideas. Just ideas, obviously. It wasn’t something she was all that into.

A ping from her computer had her spinning around in her chair, pulling up her messages and- ah. Damnit. That little burner account had commented on every one of her stories so far – almost two dozen, at this point! – and having just posted one a few hours ago, she was hoping they were there for their insight and kind words, but… no. She’d forgotten that Nora was coming into town, and their parents weren’t able to host her. She would have to stay here for the few days she was here for summer break, and she was messaging to coordinate a ride when she touched down from her flight.

Faith moved to reply and her fingers froze above the keyboard. It was… not unlike one of her fics, if she was being honest with herself. A sister coming to town, having to stay the night, just the two of them, their parents away…. She shuddered hard, closing her eyes. That was stupid. And gross! Don’t think of Nora like that.

(Also, if she was being honest with herself, this wasn’t exactly the setting she’d choose. It’d probably be stormy or maybe a winter vacation… something forcing the two into close proximity due to outside forces… maybe she’d get totally rained out and have to take her sister’s clothes and wash them, and she’d just be walking around in a bra and- Fuck. Stop it.)

Nora’s text read: “gonna b abt an hr”. She forced a smile that only she’d ever see and replied with a quick, “cool! ill be outside waiting!”

She could grab food on the way home, Nora was probably hungry if all she’d gotten on the plane was stale pretzels and those crappy little cookie packets. She grabbed her keys, checked herself in the mirror by the door one last time to make sure her outfit was good – tank-top that showed off her sports bra, short cut jean shorts, good enough – and slipped out the door.

She was halfway to the airport when her phone chimed again. Nora was probably already trying to be a pest before she reached the ground, and with a quick glance- She gripped the steering wheel, eyes wide, trying not to stare while keeping her eyes on the road. They’d replied. She didn’t know why she got as excited as she did, a flush rising to her cheeks and squirming her thick thighs together.

She hit the little voice button on her dashboard and gave a quick, “Read notification out loud”.

It was calming to hear. She’d started to really put her all into her work and hearing it all laid out was just so vindicating. “Really like the style this time around,” they noted. “Different from your usual. The pacing is also better than the last few. It reminds me of University Life.” Faith’s first work. She shivered in delight – the anonymous commenter had always mentioned it was their favorite, and knowing they liked this one almost as much delighted her.

The comment went on for a while – they’d gotten a lot more verbose as time went on – but eventually it was done and she just sighed, lying back and basking in the afterglow of praise. It felt so good to have her work not just admired but understood on a level that most people didn’t. Grasping it from not just the kink perspective, but a literary one, made her feel so seen.

Even if one line from the comment really… stuck in her brain. She thought about the entire thing, but over and over, she kept getting stuck on one line: “I wish I had a sister like you.” It made her full-body shudder. It wasn’t like she was trying to fuck her sister! She really wasn’t. The commenter probably just didn’t get it, or maybe meant it in like, the transfem way of having girlfriends they called sisters, or… She chewed her lip. If she did have a sister like the anonymous commenter, would… it be different? She wasn’t into it. She wasn’t. But maybe that was because Nora was Nora, and not… someone who knew, and someone who would…?

She cried out in surprise at the knock on her window, earning her a flat look from Nora. She rolled the window a few inches down and the dark-haired girl scowled at her, showing off her lip piercing as she did. “Open the damn door you little creep.”

“What’s the password?” Faith smiled, batting her eyelashes.

“Password is my luggage is heavy enough I could break your fuckin’ window.”

She groaned, unlocking the doors and allowing her sister to throw her shit in the back, sidling into the passenger seat and sighing, kicking her feet up onto the dash. “God it’s nice to be off the plane,” she hummed. “Too damn cramped.”

“How’s it cramped?” Faith frowned, arching an eyebrow. “You’re thinner than me.”

“Yeah but I’m taller.”

She barked out a laugh. “What, it was cramped vertically?”

“If you keep testing me I won’t pay for food.”

Faith pouted, batting her eyelashes again. “Noraaaaa, yes you wiiill-”

“Start driving or I’m getting back on the plane.”

She laughed but complied, tapping at her GPS for the nearest burger joint to home. “You’re such a sourpuss! Was the plane ride really that bad?”

“Ugh. The service was awful. I kept trying to send messages and it barely went through. The one to you took like fifteen fuckin’ minutes and I’m not even sure if my other ones went through…”

“Well, you’re on solid ground now,” Faith reassured her. “And you’re with your favorite sister in the whoooole world.”

“By process of elimination.”

“And you get to see mom and dad tomorrow.”

She opened her mouth but didn’t say anything, instead falling into a grimace.

“I know.”

“They’re just so fuckin’…”

“I know,” Faith sighed. “It sucks, but… you know.”

“When they die we get the house?” she tried, earning another laugh from Faith.

“Rude, but… yeah, I guess. I dunno. Mom’s okay sometimes. At least dad doesn’t mess up our names anymore.”

“Yeah, only took him, what, five years and some change?”

“I wouldn’t say any ‘change’ factored into it,” Faith grumbled, and Nora grinned.

“Oh, witty. You really are a writer, huh?”

“That is sort of my whole thing, dork.” 

Nora nodded thoughtfully, staring back out the window. “How come you never let me read any of your stuff?”

She had to put in the effort not to jerk the wheel at the surprise from that. “I-! It’s just… not stuff… you’d be into!”

“Yeah?”

“Yep! It’s like… stuffy romance or whatever.”

“You think I wouldn’t support my sister?”

There was an earnestness there that made any quip she had die on her lips and she slumped a little in her chair. “I’ll… find something for you to read one day. I promise.” 

“You better,” Nora smiled, the seriousness gone as she poked her sister’s side. “I’m sure you’re good at it!”

“I’m fine at it,” Faith huffed, rolling her eyes. “Plus when am I going to get to see what you do?”

“What, electrical engineering?” she cackled. “Sure, lemme redo the wiring in your apartment for you, how does that sound?”

Faith crinkled her nose, sticking out her tongue. “I’ll let you talk to the landlord.”

A half an hour later and a grease-stained burger bag graced her coffee table, Nora setting her things down and stretching. “Gonna give me the tour?”

“Sure,” Faith scoffed. “Living room, kitchen, bathroom. You’re staying on the couch.”

Nora rolled her eyes. “Lovely. Thanks.” She moved her stuff into the living room and poked into the hall, peering with curious eyes. “Can I see your room?”

“What?” she laughed, rubbing her neck. “I mean, sure? It’s just kind of whatever.” She opened the door, Nora poking inside like a cat in a new space. She scanned over the walls, not touching anything, but carefully moving around discarded clothes and various detritus.

“You should clean.”

“I’m sure your room is messier.”

She flashed her a grin. “Yeah.” Her eyes fixed at a point on the wall and she made her way to Faith’s desk. “What’s this?”

She felt her face go bright red, tugging at her shirt anxiously as she laughed. “Oh! That’s- um! That’s a comment from someone on one of my pieces. It was… one of the first really positive comments, and it’s really special to me.”

Nora smiled, full of warmth. “That’s awesome, Faith. I’m really glad people are enjoying it. ‘Reread’, too? God damn.”

She blushed more, laughing nervously and started pushing Nora from her room. “Stop teasing me!”

“I’m not, I’m not!” Nora cackled, but relented and let her remove her from her space, shutting the door behind her. “Seriously, I’m just proud of you. You’re making like, art and shit. That’s really, really cool.”

Faith felt her cheeks continue to burn, rubbing them with her palms as she groaned. “Thank you,” she mumbled, and Nora ruffled her hair petulantly before moving to the bathroom and examining that, giving Faith time to escape to the kitchen. She splashed her face with water and huffed at herself. Stupid brain. Stupid fucking… writing and stupid Nora exploring her stupid room and… Ugh. It was bleeding together again. Concepts that should be firmly rooted in different camps in her brain slowly creeping toward one another, tentatively flirting with the idea of merging, of being more than just fiction and reality, but…?

“Hey, loser,” Nora said, entering the kitchen with a burp that made Faith physically cringe. “Soda?”

Well, that helped. “Fridge, you absolute animal.”

“Thanks,” she said, grinning and beginning to raid her fridge as Faith sat on her couch, head in her hands. It would be fine. Just a few days and then she’d be flying back out. Nora was acting like… Nora, so there would be no issues in keeping things separated. It’d be fine.

Their visit with their parents went… well, not “fine”, but about what the two expected. They showed up at the house with big grins and their father immediately commented on their clothes, grumbling as he went back into the house. They hung out in the living room most of the day, pestering each other and watching TV while their mom cooked, and after dinner their dad took up the couch and they had to find somewhere else to exist for the hour or two before their mom let them leave.

“Hey, punk,” Nora said, thumbing at the door down the hall. Faith’s eyebrows went up and she shrugged, following her sister inside. There were still posters up on the door, a hodgepodge of different interests – bands and magazine clippings and various printed pictures of celebrities and anime characters. Inside was about as eclectic, a mess of various childhood stuff dumped all over the room, rarely cleaned, but about as organized as it would get.

“And dad kept saying he was going to make it an office,” Nora snorted, rolling her eyes, Faith snickering along with her. They picked through their old things, and Nora eventually sat down on her bed. Faith mirrored her on the bed a few feet away, both lying down and staring at the ceiling. The little glow-in-the-dark stars had long since lost their shine, little matte indents against a popcorn ceiling.

Faith closed her eyes, and she could almost see them glowing, listening to the sounds of summertime cicadas and her sister’s snoring.

“It’s fucked up how fast things change,” Nora muttered. Faith’s eyes opened, glancing over at her sister who was glaring at the ceiling pensively. “And how some shit just never does.”

“Yeah?”

“Dad’s still an absolute piece of shit,” she frowned. “But we’re so far away now. Remember when I was this close, every day?” Nora rolled over to face Faith, and the two stared at each other in the low light. “Why the hell didn’t we hang out more?”

“I was a senior and you were a junior, I guess,” she shrugged.

“Yeah but like… we’re sisters. We came out in high school together. We could’ve like… fuck, I dunno. Done each other’s makeup or something. Went to the mall.”

“Joined girl scouts together.”

“Double dated to prom.”

“Broke mailboxes and keyed cars.”

Nora grinned from ear to ear. “You would’ve never.”

“You did. I always kinda wanted to.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mm. I had a bad girl streak, I just… never really let it out.”

Nora just nodded, staring back at the ceiling, and Faith did the same.

“I could… visit more,” she mumbled. “Or maybe I could have you out there with me. It’s a bit of a plane trip but like, means you wouldn’t have to see mom and dad.”

Faith fidgeted with her hands. “Would you want that?”

“Of course. I…?” She drew in a breath, rubbing her temples as she sighed. “I dunno, no homo or whatever, but I miss you.”

Faith let out a bit too loud of a laugh, covering her face before the two descended into giggles. “It’s not fucking ‘homo’, you idiot, I’m your sister. Plus we’re not guys, girls say gay stuff all the time.”

“True, true.”

“…I miss you too. A lot.”

Nora sighed, relieved. “Then we’ll figure it out. Maybe I’ll bring you out for fall break or something. Oh, there’s a fun little… like, guided Halloween haunted tour near my apartment, it’s really cool…” She started to ramble and Faith smiled, listening to her and nodding along. It was nice. She really had missed her. Her younger sister was always so much cooler than her, so much more boisterous and outgoing. She wished she was like her, or that she could even hang out with her, but she seemed so far away. Maybe she wasn’t as far away as she thought.

The anonymous commenter had messaged her. It wasn’t a common thing, but after the most recent fic, they had to gush. Faith excused herself to go to bed a little early at the message, leaving Nora to set up on the couch for bed as she excitedly started to go back and forth.

“I really liked the new story.”

“aaa thank you!” Faith smiled, putting a bunch of emojis after. “im so glad!!”

“One of your best. Youre really improving.”

“you think so??”

“Yeah lol” There was a pause, and the little ellipses popped up, typing for a moment, then disappeared. It happened about three times before a message finally came through. “Can I ask you something”

“oh sure! like about writing?”

“Kind of personal.”

“oh haha sure!”

Another long pause. “Do you have siblings?”

She paused, fingers over the keys. It made sense, it was a question she was surprised less people asked. “one lol”

“Same.” And then, after a minute, “I think im falling in love with her and I dont know what to do.”

“oh… im so sorry” She chewed her lip, trying to think of what to say. “do… i mean like…” She groaned, lightly tapping her forehead with her fist. “i write a lot of siscon but i dont really know the feelings. do you think she likes you back?”

“I think so. Not sure though.”

“i dont know if I would suggest asking about it but… i dunno! everyones situation is unique i think.”

“Yeah. What would you do, if your sibling said it to you?”

She felt her blood run cold. If this were one of her stories, she knew exactly how it’d play out. She knew how she’d have written this scene. And so she tried to subvert it as best she could. “i dunno! flattered i guess? but nothing else really”

“You wouldnt be mean or anything?”

“of course not! its a really vulnerable thing to admit to someone i would never betray her trust like that…”

“Fair.” Another pause, Faith fidgeting. “How would you come out to a sibling?”

Jesus. Her throat felt dry, her hands were shaky. “i dont know if I would!”

“But if you did. You’re the writer, you probably have a better grasp on how to phrase things than I do. Play both sides: what would you say to get the best reaction?”

She was trembling a little bit. On the one hand, she hated it. Not that someone would ask – she liked being helpful to others – but that the feeling in her gut was so STRONG now. Imagining Nora, imagining what she’d say to her to explain her feelings (that she DIDN’T have) or what Nora could say to her to win her over. As if… she could win her over. What would she have to say to flip Faith like that?

“um. lets see. something like, ‘hey i know this is probably weird but bare with me – i really like you, like more than just sisters, and if youre down id like to explore what else we could be’?”

“Pretty succinct.”

“thank you!”

“Would that work on you?”

Would it? If Nora was just… open about it? Just asked directly? Ugh. That was so gross, not that Nora would ask but that Faith would think about her like that. She was being so gross about her sister in her brain, but… at least her anonymous friend was someone that wouldn’t judge her. Couldn’t, even. They were the one to nudge her toward writing more siscon. To make her get worse with it. Whenever she toed the line around a taboo, they egged her on to do more and more, and she’d become… a bit known for her wanton content online. It was all thanks to them.

“it would yeah.” She replied. It was marked Seen. But then nothing came. She waited for five minutes. Ten. Twenty. Finally she sighed, plugging in her phone and stripping off her shirt to start getting into pajamas when-

A knock. Quiet as a mouse. So unlike Nora.

Faith could hear her blood pumping in her ears. Her heart was racing so fast she could barely breath. No. No no no no. It wasn’t like her stories. It couldn’t be. It wasn’t… the stuff she wrote was just…?

Another knock.

“Yeah?” she croaked. The door creaked open, just a crack, Nora’s eye peeking in and widening as she saw Faith in just her bra.

“Should I come back?”

“Oh-!” She laughed, covering her chest. “I-it’s fine.”

The door opened a little more. Nora was silhouetted by darkness, only the string lights in Faith’s room illuminating her eyes like the sparkling reflection of a predator. “You sure?” she asked, voice low and warm. “You seem flustered.”

“I-I’m not, really,” she protested quickly.

Nora shut the door behind her with a click that resounded through the room, filling the silence. “What’s got you so worked up?”

“Nothing!” she insisted. “N-nothing at all, I… it’s fine. Did you need something…?”

She took a step forward. Faith was intimately aware of how low her sweatpants hung, the hair at her stomach leading- no. Stop it. Focus. Focus on her face. Her eyes. They’re so big, pupils so large in the low light, she looks… so focused… “Nora…?”

She took a final step to close the distance, a hand moving to rest at Faith’s wrist. Silence shattered by just a few words. “So it’d work on you?”

“No, no no no,” she gasped, stumbling back onto her bed, face bright red. “Nora-!” She was standing still, not moving after her, not pursuing. Just waiting. “It’s not-!! It isn’t like that!” Hot tears were running down her cheeks now as she started to hyperventilate. “Really!! I promise, it isn’t, it’s just-! You-! I-I’m not-!”

Fingers at her cheeks, calloused thumbs brushing away the tears. Nora’s face is way too close, filling her vision, so uncharacteristically soft. “You’re alright,” she promised, voice level but shuddering slightly. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I-I-I’ll delete all the s-stories, and-?”

“Why would I want that?” she asked, genuinely. “I encouraged you to write more. I wanted to read more from you.”

Faith was going to shake herself apart. She was trembling so hard she was surely going to fall apart. “How… did…?”

“You want the honest truth?” Faith nodded, shakily. “Didn’t know until I saw the comment on the wall. The first one I left you.” She paused, shaking her head and chuckling. “Yours wasn’t the first I read. But I got… addicted to your writing. I kept thinking about what it’d be like if it was really yours. I thought it couldn’t be. My little sister was way too nice, too pure.”

A whimpering keen escaped Faith’s throat and Nora nudged her back onto the bed so she could sit in front of her, so close, so warm. “But no, you’re right. You do have a bad girl streak, don’t you? You’ve always been a little deviant, you just never told me.” She leaned in, her face close to Faith’s neck, not quite touching, lips just brushing along the skin. “God I wish you’d told me,” she murmured, her voice thrumming over Faith’s flesh, raising goosebumps. “Could’ve done this sooner.”

“I-I’m… n-n-not…?”

“Aren’t you?” She leaned back, just a smidge, and yanked her shirt off. Her breasts were bigger than Faith’s, and bare, with a few scars here and there. Hairy stomach, leading down into her sweats, which were… oh. Oh she was…? Faith swallowed hard. “Tell me to leave your room and I will.”

“N-Nora…”

“I won’t touch you again until you figure it out,” she promised, hands in her own lap. “My cards are on the table. It’s your turn.”

Fuck. Fucking… fuck.

Faith had never been a siscon. She’d done it for clicks. She’d done it because people responded to it, because they enjoyed reading her writing. She wanted people to like her writing. She guessed… she got what she was hoping for. But her anonymous commenter – Nora, the whole time – had pushed her and pushed her, making her worse, filling her head with all these thoughts. Maybe she had been a good, pure girl at one point. Maybe she’d just done it for fun and would’ve left without the positive encouragement. But the whole time, Nora was gently prodding her, corrupting her inside and out. Faith couldn’t say she never touched herself to other people’s stories. Or that she never imagined Nora.

Fuck. She’d imagined Nora. She’d imagined the exact scenario she found herself in now. Seduced by her sister, coaxed into something taboo and frightening but so, so exciting. Her flesh and blood sister was sitting nearly in her lap now. Everyone who’d ever read her stories had desperately, desperately wanted the scenario she found herself in, and she could just… have it.

She shouldn’t, but she could. She shouldn’t want it. Shouldn’t want Nora. Faith was not into siscon.

“Please…?” she whimpered. Before she could finish the sentence, Nora was on her, cupping her face and pulling her into a hard kiss that Faith reciprocated, whimpering and nearly sobbing as she clung to her, pressing her chest to Nora’s bare breasts. It felt like breathing air for the first time. When they parted she gasped, panting, and Nora started to laugh, Faith’s own giggling catching up with her after a moment. Nora started peppering her with kisses, pulling her down into bed, and Faith followed, kicking off her pants and tugging off her bra, the two nestled together, naked.

We made it home and I eagerly showed her the room I had made up for her. Floor to ceiling florals like a flower shop in her new bedroom.

"This is.....for me," her tiny voice was unsure and hesitant to accept this new reality.

"Do you like it, precious?"

Her face bloomed pink and her eyes darted away at the endearment she was so unused to hearing. She nervously adjusted her glasses before answering.

"I do.....I love it," she whispered.

"I'm so glad, if you love it you should thank me," I tell her so sweetly that she immediately goes to thank me.

"Ah, Angel, like a real daughter," I crouch down to her level and tap my cheek asking for a kiss.

She blushes further but slowly leans in to plant a kiss on my cheek but I turn last second to capture her young lips with mine. Her muffled sound of surprise allows me access to slip my tongue in her mouth. I keep this first assault short, pulling away she touches her lips and looks shell shocked.

"You're welcome, angel."

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I make my little assaults and quiet molestations all apart of the love a dad feels for his daughter. She would do anything if I told her a "real daughter" would do it. She had no family, no father figure to show her boundaries and I exploited that.

"Oh Angel, don't leave without inspection," I called to her as she attempted to sneak out for school without my perverted attention.

"Assume the position," I say calmly and she bends over, flips her skirt and hooks her small finger into her panties to expose her pink flesh to me.

"Good girl, stay still," I poke and rub her cunt until its slick while I stroke myself. Aiming my drippy tip at her hole I shoot hot ropes of adult cum all over her exposed slit then she obediently  covers my mess with her panties and straightens up. She goes to school with my icky mess between her thighs like a common slut but believes me when I tell her," this is what REAL daddies do."

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The day came where I wanted more from my little angel. She is such an innocent thing but I need to defile her.

"Sweetheart?"

"Yes, daddy," she looks over at me from having her eyes glued to a princess show.

"Daddy needs a kiss," I whisper like a secret.

She looks back to me and while kneeling on the couch, to reach my seated position, gives me a passionate French kiss, exactly how I taught her. She goes to settle back into watching her show.

"Angel, you give such wonderful kisses," she blushes at my praise," since your kisses make me feel so good......would you kiss me on my boo-boo," I ask using a fake pouting face.

"Of course, Daddy!"

I point to my neck and she eagerly kisses my neck, sliding her tongue along the contours and moving her lips just like when we kiss on the lips.

"Oh, good girl, daddy hurts so bad," I groan and gently guide her head down my chest,"I hurt here too."

She giggles while kissing my chest. I unbuckle my jeans and pull out my thick cock. I guide her head to my tip and she recoils.

"No, daddy," she gasps, clearly frightened of what I'm asking her to do.

"Yes, angel, look how much it hurts," I show her my stiff meat, the cockhead an angry red. Her eyes widen under her pretty glasses and she chews her lip nervously. I twirl one of her brunette pigtails in my fingers while sighing.

"Sorry, angel......I thought you wanted to be my daughter."

"I do! I really do," she panics at the thought of being returned to the orphanage I found her in.

"Come on, Angel, just make daddy feel better. Like a real daughter."

As the magic words leave my lips, this 8 year old beauty begins to kiss and lick my pulsing adult dick. My precum glazes her lips as she tastes my arousal.

"Atta girl, my perfect daughter," I praise her and use my hand on her head to push her little mouth down until my tip penetrates her lips. Her hands grab my thighs to brace herself while I start slowly thrusting up into her sweet young mouth.

"That's it, angel, be a good girl for daddy," I moan as I use this precious child as my personal fleshlight. In a matter of minutes my cock swells and I bury my cock into her throat before pumping her tummy full of my seed. Once my balls are empty I let her go and she shoots up sputtering and crying.

"Shh, you did wonderful, angel," I tuck myself away and pull her into my lap. I rub her back and whisper praises in her ear until she falls asleep in my lap.

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For weeks I have been fucking this little girls throat and sending her to school with cum filled panties. I buy her a small vibrator and introduce it to her while she sits on my lap. She eagerly hops onto my lap and spreads her legs for her favorite toy. Slowly working my thick digits into her tight kid pussy and preparing her for a proper fuck. I was saving her deflowering for a weekend but on this morning when she assumes the position for my inspection, I see her glistening folds.

"Angel, have you been touching yourself," I ask while I rub her puffy cunt. The shy little girl blushes and nods her head.

I cannot wait any longer, I pull her back by her hips and into my lap. She yelps in surprise.

"You have been so naughty. Touching without daddy, after all I've done for you," I growl in her ear while she stutters an apology.

"No, angel, if you want to cum you come to daddy first, understand?"

Before she can answer i plunge two finger into her cunt and start vigorously pumping and rubbing her clit.

"OH! DADDY!"

I've never been this rough but I can't stop or slow down, I force her to cum on my fingers and without warning or pause I pull my dripping fingers out and plunge my aching cock inside. I shove my pussy soaked fingers into her mouth to stifle her cries and use my free hand on her hip to sink her down further.

"Such a tight pussy, you're MINE, angel," I lick her ear as my adult cock bullies it's way into a hole too young to take it. Her walls grip and resist me.

"Relax for daddy. Let me have what's mine."

Slowly her walls melt and my tip kisses her underdeveloped cervix.

"Suck on daddy's fingers while I fuck this virgin cunt," I grunt and begin pumping my hips up, bouncing her in my lap for a fast and hard fuck.

Her whimpering turns to muffled moans when I start rubbing her swollen clit with my rough fingers. Her clenching drives me to thrust even harder, destroying her 8 year old pussy for anyone else. When the little tyke climaxes, I can't last any longer.

"FUCK," I roar as I paint her insides with my sticky release.

Her trembling body seizes up and then goes limp as my cock twitches out the final drops of cum directly inside her. Her jaw goes slack around my fingers and I peek to see she has passed out from the intensity of her orgasm.