Best friend's dad fucking me right in front of her. She acts like she hates it, pretending that she doesn't find it hot, crying and begging him to stop. I have to do the same thing, act like I don't want it. Only thing is my cunts so wet you could hear it from a mile away. She's "trying her best" to push him off of me but I swear she pushes me onto him more.

He's just laughing at us and our stupid/weak attempts. Pulls out until the tip is so barely in and slams back in, repeats that a couple times. Just so I can go dumb and his daughter can gasp and try to stop him. Dad you're hurting her! Stop!! Sir please! Both of you shut up! His daughter can't even make the attempt to leave the room. Her foot is chained to the bed so no matter how much she moves. She's never truly far enough to not see us or be able to call someone.

Once she's noticed how dumb I've gone on his cock she's running her hands through my hair and cradling my face. Hey, it's okay...you're okay... Her eyes widen as an orgasm is forced through my body. Fuck... She can't help but whimper because she's falling, hard. She knows she's wet and she knows how wrong it is. She watches as her dad pushes every inch of his cock into me. Making sure he's deep and I'm stretched out around him as he moans. He makes sure to be extra loud as he cums deep inside me. Stays there for a second before pulling out and slamming right back in.

but you’re not sleeping.

your big brother’s hand is clamped over your mouth. his other hand is digging into your hip, pulling you back onto him with every thrust.

“gotta be quiet,” he breathes into your ear. “you make too much noise. such a noisy little slut.”

you just nod, your eyes rolling back. he’s so big, stretching you open, filling you up until you can’t think. that’s what he wants. he told you so. wants you dumb and empty, just a warm, tight hole for him to use at his expense.

he shifts, going deeper, yet his palm presses harder, silencing you completely.

“see?” he grunts. “so loud. everyone would know what a dumb cocksleeve you are for your brother. my dumb little thing.”

you feel yourself clenching around him. he feels it too.

“that’s it,” he whispers, fucking you through it. “go dumb for me. just take it. take your brother’s cock.”

his own cum is a guilty flood inside you. he holds himself there for a long moment, before sliding out. he pats your hip, a dismissive, degrading little tap.

What kind of father would he be if he didn't help his little girl look her prettiest?

Opening her door slowly, he expects to hear the soft, drawn-out breaths of her slumber. He expects to see her body limp, weak and vulnerable. Trusting her daddy to keep her safe and sound while she sleeps so soundly.

Instead, he hears the sounds of her panting, her body curled up atop her pretty pink sheets. Her soft whines drown out the creaking of the door as he shuts it behind him, walking over to the sight of her in front of him.

Her eyes are shut, both her hands working between her legs with some kind of toy, perhaps?

It couldn't be. She asks Daddy for everything, doesn't hide things from him.

"Princess," he speaks up. "what are you doing?"

The sound of her father's voice in her ears shocks her out of her haze.

"Dad- what are you-"

"Shh, baby, it's okay," he assures her, laying a soft hand on the skin of her thigh, spreading her legs apart to see the sight of what she's doing.

Ah. Her hairbrush.

"Poor baby, are you trying to make your pretty little pussy feel good?" he asks, tone dripping with condescension. He reaches for the bristled end of the brush, pulling it from her hands and away from her cunt, making her whine at the loss.

"Answer Daddy, princess," he instructs her, diverting his eyes from the soaked handle of the brush to her eyes. "What were you doing?"

"Yes, I... was just trying to feel good, Daddy," she whines. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, sweetheart," he says with a soft laugh, sitting down on the bed next to her and tossing the brush to the floor. "Did it feel good?"

She hesitates before responding, "No."

He chuckles once more as his hands trail further up her thighs, making their way further inwards.

Intrigued, he started making posts about his own little girl, too.

"My daughter tempts me every single fucking day." "She's wearing her tiny short dress again. She's fucking killing me here." "One day I'm going to take matters into my own hands. I'm going to bend her over the kitchen counter and fuck her 'till she breaks. Thoughts?"

And then he'd get disgusting comments back, encouraging him to take what he whats, what he deserves, what's rightfully his. Filthy comments that read: "You made her man, what are you waiting for?" "Fuck her. I bet she'd be so happy." "Breed that little whore."

Spurred on by the comments, he barged into your room late at night, chest heaving, pupils blown wide.

"Daddy?" you frowned, sitting up. "What's wrong?"

"I can't take it anymore, baby," he growled, heavy footsteps meeting the edge of your bed. Daddy pushed his sweatpants down, his cock springing out hard and swollen. He jerked himself off, angry and impatient.

"my sweet little sister's pussy—god i wish i could fuck you."

you can see the outline of him over you—your older brother. his face is a mask of tortured want.

the tip of his cock, pressing against your pussy, parting you just enough. it’s not inside. not really. it’s just… there.

"fuck," he groans, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. "i wish i could fuck you. just… just once.. it's not…" he whispers as he grinds the head of his cock against you. "it's not wrong. it's not inside. see? it's not inside."

but his precum is slicking your folds, and everyone grind is pushing him deeper. "you're so wet for me. dreaming of this? dreaming of your big brother?"

he moves his hand from your mouth, sliding it down to your throat, not squeezing, just holding. "tell me to stop. say it. and i will."

you can’t. your lips part, but no sound comes out. only a shaky exhale.