failure daughter

10:12 AM

You wake up in bed next to Joel as always, your leg on top of his and his warm, big hand on your belly. This has been your reality since you moved in with Joel and Sarah and you couldn’t be happier. Even though Sarah was a bit skeptical at first, she’s grown into living with you, and you’ve grown into having a daughter. You three really make a good family, you only need a dog to be stereotypically picture perfect. 

Joel is sound asleep but you’re fully awake now, so you grab your phone and start scrolling until he decides to wake up.

It doesn’t take long for him to move, anticipating that he’s gonna get up soon, about three minutes you guess.

“Everyday I wake up with weird noises coming out your phone.”

There he is.

“They’re funny videos,” you answer, tossing your phone away and turning on your side to cuddle him. “Good morning, sleepyhead”

“Morning.” he yawns and places his other hand on your head, caressing your hair. 

“Joel,” you call.

“Mm?”

“I need to pee.”

“Then go.”

“But I don’t want to.”

“And why is that?”

“‘Cause I’m cozy and you’re really comfortable to lay on.” you pout.

“Baby, I’ll be here when you come back, ain’t going anywhere.”

“Ain’t going anywhere,” you repeat in a whiny voice, parroting him as you get up from the bed.

“Watch it,” he warns.

After a couple minutes you’re back in bed, but this time you lay almost completely on top of Joel, your head on his bare chest, arm and leg bracing him.

“We bought a big ass bed just for you ending up like this every day,” he says.

You did have to buy a bed. When you moved in, Joel’s bed was a mess, the mattress so wrecked you finally understood why he had so many back aches.

“Just say you hate me,” you answer and roll on your back until you’re on the very other end of the bed, giving your back to him with dramatism.

“Don’t start.” He uses his broad hand to grab your waist and bring you back on top of him. “Didn’t say I don’t like it.” 

You stay like that for a while, listening to each other’s breaths and heartbeats until you speak again.

“You know what I’m craving?” you ask.

“Tell me.”

“Hot chocolate with marshmellows.”

“That sounds appetizing.”

“I wish someone could go and make it for me…” you suggest, soft launching you want him to.

“Mm, that’ll be good.”

“I would be so happy…” you sigh.

“I’m sure you would.”

“And that someone would get some head afterwards…”

“Hey, that ain’t fair.” he looks at you, shaking his head.

“Seems fair to me.” you shrug.

“Seems like manipulation.”

“Seems like you’re not getting head.”

“You’re evil.”

“You chose me.”

“Fine,” he says, getting up from bed. 

“I love you, you're the best.” you smile at him excitedly.  

“I’m spoiling you at this point.”

“Oh come on, you’re right where you want to be.”

Joel leaves the bedroom — only wearing boxers, and heads to the kitchen to make your drink. You feel a little guilty for it, but you also know he’d do anything to make you happy, even if he has to get up from bed on a lazy Sunday. 

You imagine him pouring the milk and mixing the cocoa powder, putting it in the microwave while he searches through the cabinets for the miniature marshmallow bag you made him buy the last time you went shopping. The microwave beeps after a couple minutes.

Joel’s steps get louder coming upstairs, and when he appears again in the room, the view melts your heart. 

He has a mug in each hand, your flashy drink and his plain coffee. “Somebody asked for hot-but-not-that-hot-but-definitely-warm chocolate with marshmallows?” 

“Oh my God thank you, you’re the best.” you smile at him remembering the perfect temperature you like for your drink.

“Already said that.” he hands you your chocolate.

“Yeah, ‘cause you are.” you sit up straight and grab it.

“Would you say it if I didn’t get up to get you your drink?” he sits again next to you, his back against the bedframe. 

“That would’ve been so mean.”

“I know, right?” he places a hand on your thigh. 

“But you didn’t, ‘cause you’re the best.”

Joel gives you a look that you answer to with a giggle. He’s not used to affection yet, the romantic type at least. 

“Is Sarah coming back late?” you ask. She’s gone for the weekend at Ellie’s, her friend.

“I guess so.” 

“Good.”

He looks at you furrowing his brows, silently asking you to elaborate.

“I wasn’t kidding about the… head thing.”

“Baby, you don’t have to, didn’t make you breakfast to get head.”

“But I want to, you’re so good to me, want to make you feel good too.”

“Are you comparing getting hot chocolate with sucking cock?” he asks so casually. 

“Kinda.”

“God damn…” he shakes his head. “Just finish your chocolate before it gets cold.”

“It’s already cold, but don’t worry someday you’ll learn how to nail it.”

He stares at you before saying anything. “Next time you want something you’re gonna get your ass there instead of making me-”

You shove a marshmallow in his mouth before he can finish his sentence. He didn’t expect it, that’s for sure because he’s got his mouth open and is looking at you puzzled. You close his jaw with your hand. “Good boy. That’s it, swallow.” you giggle.

You’re poking the bear and you’re aware of it, knowing he can put you in your place at any moment, but that only makes it more exciting. 

“I wouldn’t push my luck like that if I were you.” he says after chewing.

“You’re cute when you try to sound dangerous.” 

“Oh, yeah?” he places his empty mug on his nightstand, freeing his hands and crossing his arms.

“Mhm.” you take a final sip before copying him and placing yours on your nightstand. “Very scary, but cute, like a chihuahua.” 

“Those tiny motherfuckers ain’t scary, they’re all bark no bite.”

“Have you ever been chased by one?” 

“That sounds more like a situation you would get into, not me.” he pats your thigh. 

“Yeah, you’re right.” 

To his surprise, you get up, pull off the sheets and straddle his lap. “Anyways…” you trail your finger along his chest down to the waistband of his boxers. His hands find your waist.

“Angel, you don’t have to-”

You cut him off moving your hips forwards, making his body jolt. You lean to kiss his lips softly. “Let me make you feel good.”

Joel just nods as you grind against him to get him hard, it doesn’t take you long. 

When you consider he’s ready enough, you get off his lap and crawl between his legs under the sheets. Slowly, you hook your fingers on his boxers and start to pull them down. His cock is hard against his stomach, tip flushed and starting to leak. “Be good for me and take it,” you say. 

Before starting your maneuver, you grab your hair with your hand to stop it from being in the way and his cock with the other, bringing it to your mouth and licking the precum dripping from the tip. 

“Fuck,” he hisses. 

You continue to lick long stripes from the base to the head, wetting his long and thick shaft. Then, you suck the tip into your mouth, drawing circles with your tongue on his slit.

He bucks his hips up, searching for more. Instead, you back off. “Nuh-uh, just relax and lemme do the work.”

Joel obliges and lets his body fall flat on the mattress, bringing a hand to his temple. 

You go back to business, trying to get more of him every time you bob your head. You can feel him twitch when his tip reaches the back of your throat, your hand jerking the flesh that can’t fit in your mouth. You gag and pull out to take a breath, leaving a thread of saliva mixed with precum.

He’s wrecked, panting and cursing as you brush your thumb over his swollen head. You spit on it and let it drip down his length before sucking him off again, gagging around it and moaning so he feels the vibration. 

“Baby, ain’t gonna last much longer,” he says with trembling legs.

You pull out, “hold it.” then suck again, now taking his whole cock in your mouth until his hairs touch your skin. 

“Please,” he whines and you ignore it, still deepthroating him. 

“Can’t hold it, angel — fuck.  Please.”

You give your throat a break again, using both hands to jerk him off. “Please, what?” 

“You know what.”

“Mmm, not very sure about that. Tell me what you need.”

“Jesus… Just- let me cum, please.”

“That so? You want to come?” you jerk him faster. He just nods. “Then do it, baby.”

After some final strokes, Joel comes undone in your hand, painting it white with his seed. Staring at his eyes, you lick it all clean.

He’s still catching his breath, swearing he could come a second time just by seeing how his spend disappears on your tongue. “Goddamn,” he huffs. 

“Good?” you ask.

“More than good. C’mere.” he pats his chest, inviting you.

You do as you’re told and rest your head on his arm, hand playing with the hair on his chest. He pulls up his boxers, tugging in his softening cock. Then, his fingers find your hair and start to massage your scalp. 

“You’re too good to me,” he whispers before leaving a kiss on your forehead.

“You say that now, wait until your cock is soft and I make you go for a sweet treat.”

Joel suddenly rolls and sets on top of you, caging you under him. “You’re my sweet treat.” he starts to leave wet kisses on your neck, making you giggle. 

“Already needy for a second round?” you tease.

“Just giving my girl what she deserves.”

“Sounds real nice.”

“Like hell it does.” he bites your earlobe and trails a hand downstairs, finding your drenched panties. “This wet just sucking cock?”

“I think I’m wet since you woke up honestly. You have that effect on me.” you trace his chest with your finger. 

He chuckles. “What am I gonna do with you...”

“Don’t know, but you can start by fucking me already maybe.”

“Yeah I like that idea, gonna fuck you so good.”

You grab his face and kiss him, but when he’s about to tug your panties to the side, his phone rings.

“Fuck!” he complains, getting off of you. “Ain’t no goddamn respect these days- oh.”

You look at him confused, wondering who’s calling. 

“It’s Sarah,” he answers before you can even ask.

Joel picks up the phone, grunting words instead of actually saying anything. He hangs up the phone and gives you a look. “Her friend’s parents can’t give her a ride. Now I have to go pick her up from wherever the fuck they live.” He gets out of bed and starts to put on the first clothes he can find.

“You’re not gonna leave like that, are you?” you point at his crotch, where his hard cock is making a big bulge. 

“It’ll go down in the car I suppose.”

Before leaving, he shoots a look at you.

“I ain’t done with you yet.”

“Mm, don’t know if I can resist starting without you.” you start to play with the hem of your panties. 

“Don’t,” he warns, pointing with a finger at you like an angry dad. It makes you giggle.

He leaves the room and, even though he doesn’t say it, he’s happy because he’s coming home with a daughter and has a wonderful woman waiting for them. 

Life is finally treating him right.

“Shit honey bee,” he grunts out, low moans only growing now, how rough you’d try to be with him, spit gurgling and bubbling onto your cum coated lips, fast, tight— makes him grip himself just the way your mouth would be, warm sucking him through teary eyes. His hand at the back of your neck, rubbing the hairs on your nape, and Simon shudders, lifting his shirt and taking it into his teeth

He’s gotta calm down, but he can’t, muffled groans and huffs filling the bedroom, stroking his dick with vigor, eyelids low, can see the pudge of his stomach, the way he’s making his hand dirtier, every squelch while his hand works it’s way up and down his throbbing shaft. “Bloody. Fuckin- mmph!”

How would you look underneath him right now? That face with your mouth agape, curls sprawled out, making his maddening red dick shine with your quivering hole. How’d you keen so beautifully, “uncle Simon, oh- uncle Simon-“

And the old bastard chokes on a muffled groan, mind fogging with every way he dreamt of slamming into your cunt, his hand feeling the way his hips buck. Simon’s eyebrows knit together, balls tightening while spurts of white fluid lands into his hand.

It wasn’t right.

The man couldn’t even look himself in the mirror as he washed the cum off his hands.

Worse, he heard that damn door unlock. Having to rush out of the bathroom and down the steps. Had he always been this nervous- no- so eager to see you?

And when you saw that look on his face, flushed, confused, unprepared. You thought the worst first, but that’s not your business either, if he has someone else over. He’s your Uncle. And just that. Nothing more or less. You could play along for the rest of your life if need be. Pressing your lips together, you drag your bag of laundry further inside.

“I’ll be quick,” you huff out, not bothering to look him in the eyes, “My washer went out again.”

You’ve been complaining about he old thing for ages, Simon’s offered to buy you a new one when he attempted to repair it. But you declined, told him to spend his money on something better. And then there were the offers for you to just move in, another declined offer. Something along the lines of, ‘I’d be inturding, er- um- it’d be too much for you Uncle Si, got too much goin on..’

But who wouldn’t want to be with you, see you every morning, help you when you needed, see that beautiful face— Simon follows you to the laundry room.

“Just laundry?” He asks.

You nod slow with a blasé look, turning clothes inside out and tossing them into the wash, “Mhm.”

And that could’ve been the easy way for the both of you, letting you do just that. Not ask any questions. Let the rhythm of you bring uncle and niece fall back into place. It’s late already, around 11 pm, leave the idea of fucking you to rust and die, right along with the kiss you’d shared.

But he hears you sniffle, movements only getting more aggressive.

“Honey-“

“—It’s been a… hard week ‘s all.” Another sniffle, shutting the washer machine shut, pouring in the detergent and then running it. Setting it down on the shelf gently. You can only spare him a quick glance as he fills the doorway, brushing past him in search of space, anywhere where you wouldn’t feel trapped with this older man. Your feet guide you down the hall to the dimly lit kitchen, clearing your throat, “I’m sorry for what happened. I- I shouldn’t have done that.”

“[+] y’didn’t do anythin-“

You shake your head fast, words tumbling out faster than your tongue can register, “—I’m not perfect, you know how my family is, I’m trying though. Someone’s got to.” You let out a chuckle that doesn’t reach your eyes, pushing yourself into the counter. The only Riley is across from you. Leaning against the fridge, you can’t read him, but you know his eyes are glued to you even if you dove have a good view of his face in the kitchens light. You take a deep breathe, “But this week, I just- I really needed you, but I didn’t know if I could come and see you, o-or just hear you. And I crossed the line, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry Uncle Si.”

It makes his heart squeeze when he hears those hiccups erupt out of you, feet dragging across the hardwood floor, cooing, “None ‘f this is your fault Dove. Was oll’ on me.”

You fiercely wips your tears, letting him cup your cheeks, only leaning into his warm touch, “I just- I don’t wanna be thrown away. Please, I can’t do it Uncle Si.”

You hesitate, but Simon lets your hand rest on his back, the gap between you only growing smaller. Your eyes close, hot tears still flowing down your pretty face, “I need you Uncle Simon, I need you- hck- but we can’t-“

“—Shhh, shhh, lovie, You need me,” he hush’s you softly, tilting your head up to look at him. Let’s his thumb run across your full plump, mahogany brown eyes getting lost in yours, enchanted, “How do y’need me honey bee. Hm? ‘ll Do exactly what y’want.”

You feel your knees almost buckle, clutching onto his shirt, hands sliding up his back. You don’t even realize you’re pressing yourself against him, begging for what your head can’t even register, “Just need you, need you Uncle Si, need you.”

This older man’s lips are so soft on yours, gentle, guiding. He tilts your head to the side, encapsulating more of your lips, his tongue runs over your lip, gaining access to your mouth. Simon’s in no rush, kisses so slow, tougues swirling around each other’s, moaning and groaning into each others mouths. His hands slide down the globes of your ass, squeezing, before lifting you and setting you down on the counter.

You’re left breathless, string of saliva leaving your lips once he pulls away, but not too far, getting between your legs, pulling off your shirt with his to follow. You can only mumble, hands already sliding down his torso, his tattoos, the scars youve already memorized, “Why am I the only one- hmph- in hurry.”

He sets his hands on the sides of you, grinding his chubbing member against you through his sweatpants, “Swee’art you’ve no idea what you do t’me. Hah— Should I be rougher with you then, huh? ‘S tha what you want?”

You let out a whine, pussy clenching down on nothing, “Want everythin Uncle Si, everything.”

It’s a blur, how he got your pants off, underwear hanging off your ankle, slapping his mushroom tip on your fat clit, through your folds, and to your slippery hole and back. Your stomach coils, squirming as he holds your legs open, nipples growing harder as you whine, “Don’t tease, mm- hurry.”

He hisses, teeth gritting as he buries himself inside your warm walls, “Fuck- You’re bein greedy baby.”

Your velvety walls clench around him, shivers rolls down your spine, you choke on a moan, your eyes shot when you look up at him, “Only way I can get what I want.”

Your head starts spinning, the way Simon starts to snapping his hips into yours, working you open, filling you to the brim, and you can see it. The slippery soaking mess you’re making around his heavy girth, angry red and . His hips flex, fucking into deeper that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, hands clawing down his back as he kisses your neck.

“Aangh! Uncle Simon!”

And it only makes him harder, bullying himself till you feel him hitting your g-spot. He groans while your hands run through his hair, “This what you wanted? Wanted your uncle t’ finally fuck you tight little cunny like you’ve been needing.”

“Mmm- D-Don’t call it— shit- right there! ‘S right there!” Your pussy trembles as his paces picks up, the countering daring to shift with every filthy thwack, your skin slapping against each other. Balls of your feet are in the dip of his back while he only diggs deeper inside you, drawing out your orgasm that has your toes curling. Mewling, ‘uncle simon, uncle Simon’

He lifts you off the counter, calloused hands kneading the globes of your ass, his cock still slotted deep in your honey dew walls, hiking up higher with every step he makes out the kitchen

You whimper, hands gripping onto his beefy shoulders, “Wait- Si- nngh- Uncle Si take it out, I-I’ll cum again.”

“Then do it, let me feel you honey bee.” He slams you down on his cock, hungry for it, groaning at the grip you’ve got his cock in, the way his cockhead brushes against your womb.

Your hips buck, arch backing while your sensitive pussy throbs around him, your clit all swollen, crying out as topple over again.

Your skins all sweaty as your back hits the mattress of the bed, can see the slick slipping down your mound, letting him box you in with his body. Simon French kisses you again, groaning in your mouth as you suck his tongue, spreading your legs, his member hitting your thigh.

“Not done with you yet dovie,” he grunts, slipping back into you slow, till his balls are pressed right against you, hands pressed down right where the crown of his cock is kissing your cervix, “Gotta show you just how much your Uncle missed ya.”