#ickydicky

Now you two currently at it. Where someone could just walk into the scene, a father and daughter fucking, your skirt bunched around your waist, his cock snug into your cunny. Imagine the terror, the scandal, the sheer taboo of it. But you're too fucked in the head to even think about it.

He's simply just humping you, quick thrusts of slick-slick-slick as he kept his cock connected to your velvety walls, greedily gripping him. "you do look prettier being under me." And all you can do was just let out a series of 'huft-' and 'o-ohh'. Whining and whimpering.

The hand on your asscheek shift to curled under the front of your clit, and you spread your legs wide for him, pad of rough fingers circling onto your little button. "dad- hah- please-" you beg, and he felt the way you tighten around him. "yeah yeah. go on. cum around me."

You dont waste time. Squirting around his cock as he's quick to muffled your moan with his thick palm, mumbled 'hmpfh...' came out of your throat as he help you came down your high. And he follow along to take out his load with a low groan into your ear. Thick load of cum filling your womb.

Then he's pulling out, stuffing his oozing cum back inside your cunny with his finger, tucking himself, pulling your panties back up as he help you straighten your dress, tucking your sticking out hair onto the back of your ear as he lean down to peck you on the lips. "c'mon, bbq's waiting." A hand rest over the back of you, just up over your ass but he cant resist to grab a squeeze of the softness. Your panties screwn from the roughness of his hold.

Let's just hope someone would clean up the spill you two make, and think it's just water.

characters im kinda seeing with this scenario:

leon (resident evil), toji (jjk), benimaru (fire force), todoroki enji (mha), and your favourite ♡

But he couldn't be too careless and screw around.

So what did he do?

He waits for the right chance.

And that chance include in you protesting and huffing, sulking inside his room when dad doesn't give you more allowance because you're being 'wasteful.'

Knowing how restless you could be whenever something doesn't go your way, he offers a help. Pulled a crisp five paper cash of a 100 dollar. Flapping it to you as he watch your eyes widen.

"Let me use your tits."

For a second, you jump in shock and disbelief. Jaw hanging as you let out some frantic words of "what the hell are you saying?" "my tits? Are you kidding?" "you're a pervert now? Ugh."

But he doesn't have time to hear those half-hearted nag coming out of your mouth.

"You dont want it?"

The statement alone was enough to shut your mouth. Gulping down at the sight of the money in his hands. You need that money. Nobody can live without some money in their hands.

So a harsh, reluctant "fine." from your mouth seals the deal.

He make a move of locking the door of his room, then walk back across you as you sit on the edge of his bed. Body movement all shy and timid, you lift your top up to let your tits out of the confinement of your lacey bra. His eyes greedily watching as it bob. Shuddering a sigh as he felt his body start to work up.

Then he knelt down.

Spreading your legs so he could slip himself to be in your radar. Eyes reaching out to give your right tit a brush of his thumb. Yet that soft, feather-light touch was enough to make you twitch. Saw the heat creeping up your cheeks as you tried to keep a hold of yourself.

God, he's really doing this.

And he knows he cant waste it.

He start playing the pair with his hands, squeezing, kneading, mesmerized at how your nipples perked like it need attention from him too.

And it doesn't take a second as he took one into his mouth, clasping his mouth around the bud as he lick and nibble on the thing. Heard those strangled whimper escaping your throat. Doesn't forget to give the other perk of bud his attention too.

Your body was reacting deliciously. Shivering under his touch, trembling under the assault of his tongue running of your perk nipple, and you tried to close your thighs together, but he's in between them to prevent it.

So all you could do was only take it.

But then, he stood up. Leaving you to catch your breath, but the sound his zipper hitting your ears felt more like a taunt and a promise. Then he got his cock's out in all it's glory in front of your face.

You're completely baffled with the sight.

Eyes wide and jaw open. Felt the scent of his musk hitting your nose, and seen the twitch it make as he give his shaft a lazy stroke.

"Why does it look like that?"

He rolled his eyes. Knowing you always just gotta give an opinion over everything.

"Hold your tits out and press them together."

He cant stop the impulse to tap his tip against your cheek, smearing pre-cum against your skin. Your tongue clicking in every bit of annoyance as you did what you're told. Then he's pushing his cock into the pillowy flesh of your pressed tits, watch himself squished between them. And a groan so unadultered and raw escape his throat.

Fuck, this felt better than he had ever imagined.

He slowly drag his hips front and back, "press them harder." the order came rough, and you glare up at him. "Im doing it." He head feels light and cloudy. he'd done this before, fucked some tits before you.

So why does yours feels like he's floating to cloud 7 kind of shit?

Near rolled his eyes back as he grunt, snapping his forward into the flesh. "This is so gross." you mumble under your breath, but it was hard enough to catch into his ears.

His eyes drowsily watch as your face scrunch up together. Could feel the heat turning up on your face. Placing a hand on top of your head. Ruffling the strands with the familiarity of a brother doing it to his sister.

"Relax. Just bringing them for minutes." he doesn't settle for soft words, because he dont need it. Keeping the hand on your head as he grip some strands into his fingers. "Besides, im paying for it."

You could huff out a breath as you watch his hips thrust into your tits. The sight of his shaft disappearing into the flesh and tip poking out the valley of your tits, you would've been lying if it doesn't do anything to you. But you'd rather die than admit it.

Pre-cum start to leak out from his tip as his thrust grow erractic, hips twitching with the need to chase that release. Chest puffing out in sharp huffs and puffy breaths.

Your tits feels so good.

God it feels so fucking good.

"gonna cum. Take my tip into your mouth and wait for it." Another breath taking order from your big brother. And you open your mouth to protest, but he beat you to it.

"I'll add another 100."

Money really does work good on you. Because you're willingly taking his tip and suck on them, waiting for that release to come. Even rolled your tongue around the tip to increase some simulation.

He'd done waste his money for this, the least you could do was make him enjoy it.

Then he thrust to the soft flesh of your tits for the last time as he cum into your mouth. Groaning in pure, satisfied release. Watch as you obediently take his cum and gulp them down your throat. Pulling his soften cock back to see you sticking your tongue out, face grimacing.

"cum doesn't taste good.." the whine was tension breaking, a smirk pulled over his lips as he wipe a stray of cum on the corner of your lip, pushing them back into your mouth to lick it clean.

"I didnt tell you to drink them."

And the face you pulled out was comical. All shock and betrayed. He slap his cock into the pillow of your tit, rubbing the tip against your perk nipple.

"Could've said that earlier!"

A sharp huff escaping your nose. And he could only smirk at the sight of your crossing your arms. "Alright alright, my bad."

Then he's tucking his cock back into his pants, tugging your shirt back down but not after giving your nipples a cute-aggression of a pinch. Grabbing the dollars of aggrement from his desk, count them to 600$ in exact. And place the thing into your hands.

"There. Your payment."

Your face immediately lit up as you rose up in pure sense of giddiness. Wrapping your arms around his waist in a tight hug. "Thank you big bro!" placing a peck of gratitude into his cheek, then skips out of his room like some cartoon characters being in a state of happiness.

"I'll use it for the goods!"

The sound of you calling out for good measure make a smile curved out his lips. Shaking his head at the lingering sense of your presence out the door.

Then he's dropping down the edge of his bed. Looking up at his ceiling. That felt amazing.

Thinking about it was enough to make his cock twitch in agreement as it harden again into his pants.

Now he just had to make sure you'll be back for more. And he gotta remember to charge you less for it. You gonna drain his money dry if he wont be careful.

But at least it's worth it.

The divorce had taken much things than it supposed to be. Dad loved his wife. Your mother. But when he finds out that she's been playing around with another man behind his back, he was devastated.

And he hate cheaters. He'd done so good. Works for his little family. Pays the bills like he's supposed to be. Give his wife and daughter the love they deserved to had. But his wife had betrayes him. And he cant forgive that, even through deep down, he cant let her go.

So the divorce had to be done. Take custody of you because he's the most 'stable' one, yet he's grieving on the relationship that had gone to ashes as he's deep in bottles of beers in some nights.

He cant keep doing this, not with you still under his care.

Going out on dates after divorce feels more like distraction for him, but he need to do it. Because he dont think he could raise you all alone by himself, you need a mom.

But what you're seeing was different. Dad's distancing yourself with his dates. Barely giving you attention because he's too busy running over to 'change'. And you hate that.

You're the first to know that your mom had been cheating behind your dad. But you kept quiet, anger simmering beneath your veins everytime your mom had gone out, saying things like "im gonna be late for mom's night"

What a bullshit.

Now that they've divorced, you thought you'll have dad to yourself but no. He'd changed. For the bad, leaving you alone with no one but the anxiety of him leaving you for some other woman.

So when you catch him all dressed up and ready to left for yet another millions of dates, you just snap.

"Why? I dont think you need to go." the look dad had just tug at your heart, but you kept going, because the emotions had taken over. "Im here. Your daughter's here. Why do you have to go for some other woman while knowing there's possibility of you getting cheated again? I deserve your attention, dad. Not some bitch that you meet up because you're lonely. I hate knowing you had fun outside while im here, fucking left alone again. Cant you see im suffering, cant you see it?!"

You've never thrown a tantrum before, and dad had never slap you on the face after you scream at him.

Now dad got you bent over across his lap, shorts pulled down to your ankle, ass out and panties still on, yet the flesh of your pillowy ass had some red had printed over them.

"Im sorry... im so sorry.." you sobs, hips twitching as he rubs his thumb over the red on your ass. "yeah? You're sorry?" then he land another slap so hard that it got you strucked from head to toes. "I dont think a sorry gonna be enough, sweetheart."

Another slap, and another, then another, after another.

He was merciless about it.

In his mind, you deserve to be punished. Screaming like you know everything, speaking about your hurt being alone. But what about him? He does this for you. To give you another so called 'mom' so you wont be alone again. Or that's what his brain said.

Seeing you like this, all twitchy and crying and ass red with hand print of his, it got his cock rock hard under his jeans. But that's normal. That's his body reacting with the brain of his cock. Very normal.

Dad tug your panties down as he watch how the fabric was wet with the essence of you. "God....you get off on me smacking your ass, baby?" you're quick to shook your head, sniffing on your nose.

But dad was too engrossed on the sight of your wetness dripping as he let your panties wrapped around your thighs, dragging a finger over the seam of your pussy lips. So moist. An impulsive struck into his brain to just shove a finger in.

"This is a punishment, sweetheart. Shouldn't have been wet." all you can manage was a whimper of shame, hips twitching at the feel of his finger cirling around the seam of your pussy, jolting up once again when he flick at your clit.

"Hmn. You're not listening to me at all. What a brat."

His palm land a sudden smack at your ass, having you gasping sharply at the feel. "ugh... d-dad..im sorry," you hic in your sobs, trying to wiggle away, but he kept you in place. Rubbing soft circles over the red of your ass.

"There there, be a good girl and take it."

After this, dad will make sure you wont be screaming at his face and throwing tantrum again.

But if you are, then he just had to give the punishment you deserve.

One that had you sobbing and crying, ass red with hand prints, body twitching and shivering. And if he's lucky enough, your pussy gonna be drooling from that punishment too.

By the next morning, he'd woken up with hungover and head throb that literally rings around his brain. Blinking the sleep away, he look over to the side where you're still deep in sleep, but your sleep shorts had slips to your knees and some white residue he recognize so well got the blood in his face drained in instant.

God, thinking about it bring back the food in his stomach welling up around his throat. So he tried to act casual, act like nothing had happened but the guilt, the guilt of it was heavy, carried just behind his shadow. That's why he cant look at you in the eyes anymore. Not like this.

But you. You were a daddy's girl back then. Always looking up towards dad and wanting his attention. But then, he started to get busy, and suddenly, you cant play with him anymore. You miss him. Missed the weekend movie where you'll be sitting on his lap, missed his cooking when mom would be out for the night, missed his joke where you'll be cackling and getting tickled to death. You miss him so much.

That's why when that night came where he suddenly crawling over your bed, you could'nt have been more happier. Maybe a bit scared when he start to slip your shorts down your knees, but his lips on yours were so sweet and gentle that you just yield. Letting him take what he want because he finally got his attention on you again.

But no, he's avoiding you again. You noticed how he cant look at you in the eyes, how he always got the words stuck in his throat when he called your names for nothing. It got you sad. Why cant you two be like old times? Where did it goes wrong?

Dad had came back from work, nursing beers down his throat as he drift off to sleep on the couch. You stood over him, watching him in slumber state. Eyes tracing over that face of his, his hardening eyebrows even in sleep, the harsh stubbles like he doesn't really shave these days, the weary wrinkles on the line of his face. God you miss him, cant he acknowledge you for once? You're his daughter, for fuck sake.

You kneel down onto his crotch, eyes drifting back up at his face to make sure he's still deep in sleep, hands start to work on it's purpose, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. And there's the bulge of his cock just hidden beneath his boxer, your eyes widen at the sight of it cause it's your first time seeing his thing this close.

Slowly taking his cock out, you watch as it limp over your hand. Soft and meaty. And a smile pulled on your lips, awe-struck on the sight of your dad's cock before you. Leaning in closer, taking a sniff of his musk, the scent of him instantly filling your scent, and it was delicious. You shyly peck at his tip, but his cock suddenly twitch like it's alive. Even his cock recognize you better than himself.

It didnt take long as you start to gobble his cock in your mouth, sucking onto his tip, twirling your tongue around as saliva coat his shaft, fingers lazily playing with his balls, his cock start to harden and harden from your assault, striking a sense of pride, knowing you did that. It's fair like this, right?

Dad was wincing in his sleep. Breath heavy and thighs twitching like he cant keep it still. The feeling of your mouth sucking him off start to pull him off his slumber, and he felt himself getting close to that orgasm. But his eyes suddenly opened, and he immediately look down where there's you, mouth full from his cock, looking back up at him with half-lidded eyes and tears welling up the corner of your eyes.

"What are you-" he's quick to grab a hold of your hair and pulled you back where his hard cock popped out your mouth with leaking pre-cum and slicked of your saliva. You felt like you're held hostage, you thought when he woke up, he'll be happy to see you trying to crack the tension between you two by sucking his cock in his sleep. But what you see were the terror in his face, and emotions were quick to catch up as tears runs down your face.

"Dad..." And he immediately take his hand away from your hair like it burn "shit- sorry. Im sorry." he mutter under his breath, eyes going down to the very evidence of a crime. Cock rock hard and the slick of your saliva coating him, a displease groan slip out his throat as shame coursing through his veins. Trying to steady his breath where he took his eyes back to you.

And you were crying. Choking on your breath and shaken by emotions taking course of your body. And he felf his heart tug. He never want to see you cry, and seeing you did because of him, it crush his heart to very bit. Maybe this is the right time to talk everything out. To straighten the things going on between the two of you. And seeing you so devastated there on the floor, he cant spare no time to left you like that.

So he lift you up to sit on his lap, your legs bracketing around his thighs, head tilted up to look over you dad as he wipe the tears away with his thumbs, "shh... Dont cry. It's okay." he mumble the words out in deep, gentle tone. But the tears still doesn't go away, one of his thumb move over to smooth out your furrowed eyebrows.

"Im sorry." the way you whisper, like a skittish animal asking for help being in a bear trap, god he cant see you like this. "Are you mad?" he could sense the pure fear in your question, and he quickly shook his head, "no, baby. Im not mad. Never at you." because it was him. The source of the problem was him.

He peck at your cheek as he took a closer look at your puffy eyes. His daughter. It's been a while since he took a close look at you. "It's fine. We're okay." he cant waste another time because he needs to explain that this is not fine.

So he gulp down and open his mouth. But you cut him off with those soft, whispery admission. "I love you, dad." it took his breath away. Everything just turned off. Because he knows it's not a simple daughter saying 'love' to her dad because she is. This is different. This is... Forbidden.

"I love you." you repeat once again, and everything just broke. Because how could he? You just sound so genuine, so innocent at the way you say you 'love' him like that. So he froze. And you stare back at him, puffy eyes and tears down, "please dont leave me." and you drop your head to his shoulder, pressing your body into him and sniff onto the scent of him.

Oh, he cant. Does he even want to make this right? With you being on his lap, confessing your love to him, his cock still rock hard as it graze over the curves of your ass. Can he really make this out? So he dont. Not with the way you said that you'll be leaving him after this because he surely wont.

He wrapped his arms around your body and crush you to his chest, burying his face into the top of your head, "love you too, darling. Im not going anywhere." fuck everything. His daughter needs him. Even if he's surely going to hell after this. "I love you baby. Love you so much."

he's going to make this right, with loving you back. Kissing the crown of your head as he kept an arm around your waist, his kisses trailed down your cheek and to your neck, while his other arm ventured down your side, where it rest on the pillowy of your asscheek as he roughly squeeze on the meat.

Besides the shame and the guilt he carried, there's something he tries to cover deep beneath. The forbidden attraction because he still remember the feels of your walls gripping him like you're afraid he'll be pulling out, leaving you alone.

Well, now he wont. He'll make sure of that. Dad will make sure you dont have to feel the fear of getting leave behind again. He'd done that before, and he wont make the mistake twice.​

He doesn't meant to show it through his face, but you seem to notice the 'disappointment' in him. "You dont look happy bout it." and lil bro instantly snapped himself from it, looking away like he doesn't wanna show more of the thing he's feeling. "Nothing." then he's walking away, leaving you with the chore.

Welp, guess there wont be a new 'stash' to join the collection. He sigh through his lips as he shut the door of his room, standing by his domain and eyes immediately drifting to the very drawer where his secret awaited.

He pulled out a panties, where it's baby blue color with polka dot motive. Looking over at it, he should've felt disgusted, his big sis wearing such childish thing? Ugh. But all he thought was how cute it is. And he imagine the thing wrapped around your hips... The curved of your ass... Your cunny pressed to the fabric- No. Smelling such things were already worse, he aint imagining the thing being wore by you. He's still pretty denial about this whole thing. And he's self aware about it.

Lil bro bring the fabric to his nose, taking a deepppp drag of the scent as he let out a sigh that felt more like a relief and gratitude. yeah...this the shit. How many days had he been addicted to this disgusting, mouth-watering scent of his big sis? He cant remember the first day he'd started this trait, he just thought he cant pass a single day without taking a sniff of the panties he took away like a junkie.

His body drop down his bed, panties still latched onto his nose as once of his hand reach down to grab at the bulge already forming on his pants.

Impatient, he lift his hip and tug his pants and boxers down, where his cock be springing out, stood straight and rock hard, hand wrapping his shaft as he start to stroke himself while still sniffing big sis panties with eyes close like he's deeppp in it.

His defenses and guard were lower than it supposed to be that he didnt even hear footsteps coming to the hallways of his room, then his door bursted open. "Bro, you got some clothes for me to oh-" he froze in spot, dick in hand, panties still draped over his nose, just look at his big sis standing on the doorway with wide eyes and heat instantly creep over his face.

Then he's scrambling. Sit up so fast he got lightheaded, tucking his cock back into his pants, didnt even bother to make it right because he need to 'hide' himself. And the panties. He's still gripping it yet his brain were short-circuiting as he look around a place to buried it. He felt like dying in spot.

Big sis just watch him frantically move around, aint even phased. You didnt expect there would be the time to catch your lil bro jerking himself, but something catch your attention. "Is that mine?" you point out.

Walking to the room and stood in front of him, where he's looking you up with eyebrows pinned together and the very 'evidence' gripped in his hand. "No... It's not-" you snatch the panties from his hand, earn a startled 'ah-' from the back of his throat as you examinized the panties. Then you sniff it out, and you know for sure, it's your scent.

"So you're the reason why half of my panties been gone?" lil bro physically shrink, he wants to dissipate into the air. But you're not letting him, dangling the panties into his face. "Oh, that's why you're asking about the time period i change it. You've been sniffing me?"

Lil bro felt humiliated. Face scrunch together as he kept his face down. His pride and ego were hurt, and he's goddamn pissed by how you're talking like this is a big deal, this is your fault too. "Not my fault i do it..." he whisper, lips pursed into a scowl. In his defense, he might've done it even if it's anyone else, but it's yours that he's stuck with. So it's partly your fault. No, it's fully your fault because of you, he'd been a creep and a freak for the scent of his big sis.

You're were dumb-founded, "not your fau-" you stop, dragging a hand to your face. Even in time like this, he's still a rock in the head, and maybe in the cock too because you took a glimpse of it through his pants and he's still bricked. But let's not get distractred.

You notice the denial and challenge in his tone, that very trait of him you know very well. "I know what you're thinking in that head of yours. You dont wanna be blamed."

And lil bro felt the words struck into his chest, but he's too stubborn. Huffing like a brat, looking away and the very picture of a petulant child. You sigh. Your eyes lazily drag over him, how his body were in full alarm, could feel the tremble even as he tried to act tough.

You're not that mad at him, not really. You're just...you dont even know what you're feeling. And now you felt the need to comfort him. To show you're not... Against whatever he's doing.

But the only quick thing to do with his rock hard head, was to tame that rock hard cock. So you kneeled down, watch as his eyes widen at you, the sight of you kneeling over his cock, straight up took his breath away.

"It's not my fault if i do this too, right?" you taunt, lil bro were stunned. Then you're pulling his pants down just enough for his cock to spring out in front of your face, the sight of him and the musk he's spreading out filled your senses, your mouth instantly water.

Aint wasting another second as you took his tip inside your mouth as you suckkk him out, making his body jolt at the feeling of your warm mouth covering his shaft, hips jerking to shove more inch down your throat, but he held himself back.

"Fuck- why are you-"

"shut up. You want this too." lil bro was a hypocrite. And he sense that his big sis aint taking another words coming out his mouth because you know for sure that he wants this, he aint even putting effort to push you away.

His fingers tangled around your strands, lidded eyes watch as you bob over his shaft, loudly slurrping him out, tongue tracing over his length. It felt so good.

God, but your mouth felt so good. Is it because it's his big sis, the one he'd been secretly addicted with?

Whatever it is, he felt like he's flying to seventh heaven, groaning with strangled 'ugh...' under his breath as he push your mouth deeper into his cock.

Never would he thought, to have such sight before him. His big sis, kneeling down, taking his cock into her mouth, deep into her throat that he could see drolls and his pre-cum mixed together trailing down her chin.

What a sight. What a fucking sight indeed that he wanna burst.

"Cum- im close- so close." he point out, keeping his fingers around your strands as his hips jerk into your mouth, and you pulled back to twirl your tongue over his tip, a hand playing with his balls to add more stimulation.

And when he jerk, eyes rolled back as a rough 'oough... f-fuckh-' came from the back of his throat, you put your panties to his tip and pressed the fabric on it so he'll be cumming to the flimsy thing. Making sure he's coating the thing with his seed as your thumb rub over his shaft and stroke his length to help him through his high.

After he's done, huffing out a sighh of relief, cock half-soften as it twitch and throb, still highly sensitive, you drag the very panties away from his tip, watch as the fabric were coated with his cum, slicked and dirtied.

"Ugh... Clean it up." you throw the thing to his face, and he hastily took it to his hand. Looking over you like he'd been betrayed. But the smirk you got on your face told him everything he needs to know, you enjoy this too.

"Now we're even." you stood, looking down at him with a sense of accomplishment. Pointing a finger at his very face. "Next time when you decided to sniff my panties again, do it front of your big sis. If you're even brave enough."

Oh, you two were digging into each other. There's no way back now. Or perhaps you two didnt even thought of walking back anymore. At least he got big sis that doesn't overreact catching him jerking himself while sniffing her panties. Yeah, lil bro were blessed. Not that his ego would say that out loud.

"Dad- huff- daddy..." you mumble to yourself, hips moving to hopelessly grind over to pillow for some kind of release. But it's never enough, dont know why, but you cant come. You never did. "Please- pleaseplease.. dad-" a gasp came out your mouth as you tried to push your fingers deeper, only to be met with a desperate whine as you just settle on thrusting your fingers like you're trying to wreck yourself.

Unknowingly, dad was watching from the crack of your door. Just back from his work, getting out his work suit, but suspicious sounds came out from your room got his attention and he found this... explicit view.

His eyes were wide and jaw hanging open. The sight of you, those little fingers going in and out your cunny, the way you grind over that pillow, calling out his name like you need him, really need him to be there, make his body vibrate as he cant take his eyes off of you.

He cant stop, frozen in the spot, like it was a blessing, or a curse to see you in such state. He doesn't know but his body act before his mind could react first.

He should've just walk away, left you to your little 'session', acting like nothing happened, like a father should've act. But he was rock hard in the pants, eyes tracing over the wetness coating your fingers, the sounds of your whimpers and whines were sin that burn his ear.

The sound of the door creaking open hits your ear and you immediately scramble to grip onto some blanket, tugging it to cover yourself, and there's him, stood there, menacing. "Dad-" you choke out, trying to sit up and grasping the situation where the blood on your face instantly drained. Heat of shame and embarassment instantly took over, and you shift your eyes down like you cant look him in the eyes.

But he cant keep his eyes away from you. He'd seen it, under that blanket, was the very secret of his daughter, one where he shouldn't have carved, but the instinct just took over.

"It's not-" you stop, loss for words. Because whatever you trying to point out, it'll be useless, by your dad, to make it worse. Biting down your lower lip as you clutch the blanket to your chest.

"This what my daughter been doing?" he sounds disappointed, if not turned on. But you're too caught up with the shame, keeping your eyes down. "touching herself, where anyone could've caught you?" he doesn't refer on the anyone being only him. He's kinda grateful that it's him, the one who caught his own daughter.

He step close to the edge of the bed, where you look up at him, eyebrows furrowed together, looking scared. "Lay back." he order, sees the way your eyes widen in confusion. So he just crawl over the bed, hand reaching over for the blanket, not tugging, yet. "Lay back and let dad do it."

He sigh, low and heavy. Looking over at you, sympatic and hungry. Because the next step he'll be taking, was something that'll shift the balance of their relationship.

"Dad!" you felt like dying from embarassment, but it doesn't stop as he tug you from the ankle to make your body slip down the bed, quick to spreads your legs wide, where there's the feast he hungrily took, all wet and sopping for him. "Wait- dad-" you're late by second.

You froze. Is this a dream? Your own dad... Wanting to show you how to do it? No, that could'nt be possible. But as you're too deep in thoughts, he's already tugging the blanket down, revealing your body in all it glory as you yelp.

He didnt just stop on tasting, he's eating you out. Slurping your wetness with kisses to the inside of your thigh, your legs quiver. "Hold on-" but then, he's sucking on your clit and your head jerked back. Mouth forming an 'O', a button in your head just turned off, fingers hastily tugging over his strands for some kind of hold.

When you felt his tongue taking a longggg drag of your cunny from the bottom of your ass and upp to your clit. A sharp gasp escaping your mouth like you've been struck on something. It felt different, so different from your fingers.

Dad was struck into the role that he start to hump his painful bulge into the cushion of the bed. Hips jerking for some kind of release. Everything was so lewd, so wrong, but he couldn't care less, because he got to see you trembling into his mouth as those soft 'ughh-' and 'ah!' came out your lips like the sweetest melody for his ears.

He was rough with it, lewd sound of slurp-slurp, his tongue diving into the velvety walls of your cunny as the tip of his nose rub over your clit. Everything was too much, yet it's what you always need.

Something's coming. You felt it. So your hips start to wriggle around, like you're trying to free yourself. But he kept you in hold, just keep devouring you, feasting on you, tongue working nonstop as some trace of wetness were dripping down his chin.

"wanna pee- i wanna pee dad-" the alarm in your tone didnt quiver him, he just slurp over your cunny as he took a look at your fucked out face, "yeah? Pee all over dad's face then."

And you did, came so hard that a pathetic sound of mixed whimper and whine came from your throat, squirting all over his face where he kept his mouth intact to your clit, sucking every nectar and bit coming out of you. Tongue kept on working to clean everything, even as you came down your high, shivering and trembling from the sheer pleasure.

And after he clean up every bit, every place left un-clean. He slowly sit up, letting go of your legs as it kept spread for his eyes to check out your cunny, where you're splayed out the bed, exhausted and sated, body still jerking like you're sensitive.

It doesn't take much as he's spurting out cum through his pants, groaning into your pussy, yet he didnt stop his assault on your cunny, the sweetest thing he'd ever taste through his whole life, came from his own daughter.

And dad felt the need to taste some more.

So he took your limp legs into his hold, folding your legs up as the knees touch your shoulders, you barely catch your breath, and he already have his bulge grinding through your cunny, felt the friction of his rock hard rubbing into your pussy, and it's the most delectable thing he'd ever felt.

"Dad's wanna show you something else."

It felt like a promise. One where you surely cant run away. Because you could've look at this situation as a blessing or a curse, and it still work out cause it's your dad. ​

18+ mdni!

╰┈➤ cw: big bro x lil sis, perv big bro, very perverted, pervert big bro... perv. 🙄

Having big bro that's a big pervert AND shameless about it were the very walking red flag you have to live with. You were never safe around him.

Yes, he peek on other women panties, check out the curve of their tits, the round of their ass, but nothing beats the everything that his lil sis got.

So he's taking chances everytime he got. Grabbing your ass through your shorts, accidentally brushing his fingers or elbow against your tits to feel the soft of it, feeling yourself as he squeeze over the soft pudge of your stomach, saying things like "getting fatter everyday arent you?" with a smirk, very likely love some fat on you so he could imagine using it as 'love handle'. And he would use it for it's purpose.

Skirts are prohibited around him, especially short one. cause he would likely kneel over to catch a glimpse of your panties, phone and camera app ready to catch some shot, if you even turn around just for a second, his phone would already teleport between your legs to capture that panty shot to jerk off later.

You've catch him jerk off, many times, like he's doing it on purpose. in his room, by his pc setup, beating his meat to taboo porn, "dinner's don- oh for fuck sake-" you're not even surprised at this point, but you still kept your eyes away from the sight of him stroking his cock, a grin forming over his face, very happy with your appearance "hey. Could you give me a hand?" and you catch the nearest thing you could grab and throw it over him. "Pervert." slamming the door as you stomp out your heel.

Wanna guess his favorite thing to do with you? Yes. Rough housing or play fighting. Because it's a full physical course where he have his hands or preferably his whole body pressed on you. Your legs kicking and thrasing around, trying to break free from his hold. But he got you pinned down the floor, laying down by stomach, arms pinned to the back as you look over your shoulder, breathless and flush from the 'game'.

And there's him, looking down at you like a predator holding his own very prey, manic grin stretched on his face, breaths came out in excited bursts as he keep you vulnerable under him, then he's dropping his whole weight down your back.

"Come on, try to break free. I thought you were better than this?" he taunt, chuckling deep and rough into your ear. Then he start to grind his hips, bricked up cock humping against your ass through your shorts as he huff out a breath. "Yeah... Aint this's nice? Dont you think?" and he grunt into your ear as he pressed harder into the softness of your ass, just seconds away to pull himself out and tug your shorts down so he could really hump his cock in 'proper' way.

Gotta struggle faster to make your escape or he'll bust right away. Oh he's surely gonna bust.

Hiding identity were much harder. Because a criminal and lawyer being siblings? People would have opinions about it, that's why you make sure the relationship were hidden. Very well in public, not for big bro.

He's always slipping. At sometime, the word 'you're allowed to have a lawyer', he'll be blurting out "yes yes, call my lil si- uh... Lawyer." cant help it. He's just so proud, and maybe a bit biased of his lil sis.

"Im not doing this again." you firmly state, walking out the courthouse with a scowl on your face, while he trailed behind looking all whimsy and innocent. "You've said that 4 times before." a harsh sigh came out your mouth, pinching the bridge of your nose. As much as you wanna object, he was right.

"You..Love..Me..." he sing song, standing behind you and placing his chin over the top of your head, pecking the side of your face, resulting in your hardening face. "Aint even getting paid for this." and he dramatically pull back with a face of being insulted. "I do paid you." he object, clicking his tongue in fake annoyance. "Though in a better payment of physical thing other than money..." his voice dropped into a deep, sulrty tone. Hands reaching to cup over the curve of your hips, licking on his lips, then you're slapping him in the face that got him pulled back with jaw drop and a hand on the wincing spot. Dumb-founded as he watch you stomp away.

"So rough! I'm filing a document for abuse!" he called out, a manic grin curved over his face as he rub on the spot where you've slapped him. Biting his lower lip as his eyes turned predatory, watching you walk away, tracing the curve of your back and the very pillow of your ass through that lawyer uniform.

Ugh, he need to pay real good when they got home after this. Dont want his lil sis getting cranky. ​Though, he knows you'll be demanding the second you two got on the bed for the payment. And what is he if not on his knees for your very whims?