Walker Bingo

“Where?” Cordell asks with a smirk, and Stella can’t help rolling her eyes, but hesitantly, she stretches out her hand and Liam takes it, letting her guide his fingers to her clit. He begins to tease her gently and she moans, her head dropping back against the armrest of the couch.

“Is this how you touch yourself, Stella?” Liam asks as he teases her, dropping his fingers down to gather some of her slick and drawing them back up to circle around her clit again.

“Mm-hmm,” she hums.

“Do you ever put your fingers here?” Liam slides his fingers around her entrance, pressing lightly, enough to make her gasp, but not putting them inside. Stella shakes her head in answer. “You’ve never had anything inside this pretty little pussy before?” he raises a brow, intrigued and incredibly turned on by that thought.

“No,” Stella whines as Cordell pinches at her nipples again.

“Well, I think we should change that, baby boy,” Cordell tells Liam smugly, sliding one of his hands down to join his little brother’s between Stella’s legs. They both line a finger up to her entrance, playing the tips through her arousal to make sure they have a bit of lubrication, then together they press inside, splitting open the cloying pink flesh and letting their fingers get sucked greedily into the warm clutch of her body.

“Oh my god,” she whimpers, clenching around the intrusion and thrusting down onto their hands, making them grin.

“So needy, sweetheart,” Liam teases with a chuckle.

“Takes after her uncle, then,” Cordell smirks. “You desperate for it yet, baby brother?”

“Cordi, I’ve been desperate for your cock for the last eighteen years. So the sooner you want to give it to me–” Liam’s words are cut short when Cordell crashes his lips harshly against his younger brother’s, consuming him in a violent kiss. Their tongues twist between them as their fingers work in tandem to work at Stella’s pussy, pulling her high whines and breathless whimpers into the air to join their deeper grunts and groans. On impulse, Cordell breaks off from Liam and leans down to kiss between Stella’s legs instead.

Immediately, her hands fly down and tangle in her father’s hair, pressing his lips against her core and grinding her hips into his tongue, which is lapping enthusiastically at her clit while his and Liam’s fingers continue to stroke inside her, bringing her closer and closer to her inevitable high.

“Oh fuck,” Stella mewls, her hips bucking under combined attentions of Cordell and Liam. “Oh fuck, don’t stop.”

“That’s right, baby girl,” Liam coaxes, a wide grin behind his beard. “Beg your Daddy to let you cum, he usually says yes if you ask nice enough,” he winks.

“Please Daddy?” Stella whimpers, eyes squeezing shut in near ecstasy, burying her head into the back of the couch.

Cordell smirks as he leans away from Stella’s core, turning her face back towards him and bending down to kiss her gently on the lips. She sighs under him heavily, lets him lick between her lips, suck on her tongue. They pull apart with a wet smack, and Cordell pets her hair gently, admiring the way her eyes are glazing over in pleasure as he thumbs against her clit while Liam fucks her on three of his fingers.

“Please, Daddy?” she begs, biting her lip in desperation.

“Okay, baby girl, cum for Daddy,” Cordell whispers in her ear. “Cum because your uncle’s fucking your slutty little cunt so hard you can’t think straight.”

Cordell keeps speaking but Stella’s lost the ability to register the words. All her mind can focus on is the pleasure spiralling through her body, setting every nerve she has on fire so all she can hear is the roaring of the flames. Spasms rock through every muscle she can feel, and the bliss when the tension finally releases makes her feel like she’s floating. The feeling of her father kissing her on the forehead and stroking her cheek starts to bring her back to earth, and her eyes flutter open to focus on the blurry images of the men swimming in front of her; she hadn’t even realised she’d closed her eyes.

“That was so fucking hot Stella.” Liam’s voice is like gravel when he praises her, and Stella probably would have blushed if her skin wasn’t already bright red.

“You were such a good girl, sweetheart,” Cordell rasps, kissing her gently on the lips and exhaling shakily. “Got your Daddy so fucking hard for you baby girl.” Stella can only whimper in response as she’s still trying to recover from her orgasm, but she stretches up to kiss Cordell again, not wanting his lips to leave hers.

“Hey Daddy,” Liam calls mockingly, “if you’re so hard why aren’t you fucking me yet?”

“You’re such a fucking brat,” Cordell rolls his eyes, smirking, but Liam only shrugs.

“Always worked for me before, why mess with a good thing?”

“You’re lucky I don’t have a fucking riding crop in here–” Cordell hisses, standing and yanking Liam’s head back by his hair so he’s straining to stare up at his big brother. “–or I’d whip you so hard you wouldn’t be able to sit down for the next week.”

“Promises, promises,” Liam sings, grinning provocatively, and Cordell shoves his head down, landing the younger man on his hands and knees on the couch and striding around behind him. He bends down to pick up the condom and packet of lube he’d dropped behind the couch earlier and tosses them by Liam’s feet, slapping his brother’s ass with a resounding smack that Liam answers with an enthusiastic groan.

“Little whore,” Cordell chuckles darkly. “Did you ever think your uncle Liam was so fucking slutty, Stella?” he glances at his daughter, and she shakes her head with a small giggle.

“You’re one to talk sweetheart,” Liam smirks up at his niece. “You’re losing your virginity in a threesome.” Cordell spanks Liam again swiftly in reprimand, though he can’t deny what he’s said is absolutely true.

“Okay, that’s enough from you,” Cordell grunts, tearing into the packet of lube and drizzling it over his fingers and down the crack of Liam’s ass. He quickly shoves two fingers inside of him, focusing on spreading the lube around rather than making it feel good for the younger man. When he’s satisfied that he’s got the lube as deep as he wants it he grabs for the condom and tears into it, rolling it over his length and groaning as he does. He’s been aching for so long that even the feel of sheathing himself in the thin latex is a relief. Spreading the last remnants of the lube over his length he notches himself behind Liam, bracing one knee on the couch while his other leg remains standing on the floor to give him the best angle.

“Beg me for it,” Cordell grunts, spanking Liam again harshly, and the younger man laughs bitterly.

“Fuck you,” he spits back. “You want someone to beg, fuck your daughter. She sounded real pretty begging like a little whore.”

“Hey!” Stella protests, crossing her arms defensively over her chest, now sufficiently recovered to take offence at the teasing.

Cordell pushes into Liam without warning, harshly sheathing himself in one thrust, tearing an anguished shout from his little brother.

“Wow, you’re fucking tight,” Cordell grunts through clenched teeth, immediately setting up a brutal rhythm as Liam shudders beneath him, too overcome with the shock of his pleasure to speak. “Surprised you’re still this tight after all these years, feel just as good as the first time I fucked you,” he pants, hips snapping against Liam’s ass with echoing claps. Cordell reaches forward and tangles his fingers in Liam’s hair, wrenching his head back and making the younger man gasp.

Liam’s eyes are glassy and blissed out, his vision fogged with pleasure, but he manages to focus his vision on the girl in front of him, watching them fuck with an astonished but thoroughly interested expression on her face.

“Like what you see, Stels?” Liam chuckles, the noise turning into a groan as Cordell’s cock drags over his prostate on the next thrust in. Stella nods, her red hair shaking teasingly over her breasts, where her nipples are peaked in arousal.

“You wanna know what this feels like, baby girl?” Cordell grunts. Stella nods again, but he only raises his brow in answer, waiting for her to understand what he wants from her.

“Yes please, Daddy,” Stella says when she realises what her father is waiting for, and Cordell grins hungrily.

“Good girl. See brat, some people can be polite and use their words,” Cordell pulls tightly on Liam’s hair again and he hisses in pained pleasure, his cock jerking in reaction between his legs.

“You gonna make me ask permission to cum?” Liam asks, his sass not quite landing in his tone because of how much he’s clearly enjoying himself.

“If you ever want me to fuck you again, you damn well better,” Cordell threatens him, smacking his ass again for emphasis.

“Yes, Daddy,” Liam whines snarkily and Cordell yanks him up by the hair, plastering Liam’s back to his chest and wrapping a tight fist around the younger man’s cock, cutting off any chance of him cumming just yet.

“You wanna fucking try that again?” Cordell seethes, teeth rasping over Liam’s stubble and leaving behind angry red marks.

“Please make me cum, Daddy,” Liam teases again, and Cordell lets go of his cock and tugs harshly on his balls, making Liam cry out in more pain than pleasure this time. Stella giggles, and both men look down at her in surprise.

“What? It’s funny,” she shrugs, “even when you’re fucking you fight like brothers.”

“Well, you promise me you won’t take after your uncle, baby girl?” Cordell groans as Liam clenches his ass around Cordell’s cock wickedly. “I don’t need two needy brats.”

“What, you don’t think you can handle it, Daddy?” Stella smirks teasingly, testing the waters, her blue eyes sparkling mischievously.

“Don’t even go there, Stella,” Cordell threatens, pulling out of Liam and letting him fall back to his hands and knees, panting. He grabs his daughter’s wrist and pulls her up off the couch harshly. “I was gonna be nice and gentle with you on your first time, but if you’re gonna mouth off with me you can forget it.” He spins her around and tosses her back onto the couch, arranging her on her hands and knees like Liam.

“I was gonna give you Daddy’s cock, but I don’t think you’ve earned it yet. If you’re gonna be a brat, your uncle can take your virginity, you fucking deserve each other,” Cordell hisses.

Liam perks up at that, looking to his brother for confirmation that he means what he says, and when Cordell doesn’t stop him, he crawls forward and gets up on his knees to run his cock through Stella’s folds.

“Shit, you’re wet Stella. You liked watchin’ Cordi fuck me, didn’t you?” Liam teases her.

“Fuck, Uncle Liam, put it in, please,” Stella whines, trying to push herself back on her uncle’s cock, but he doesn’t push in just yet.

“Condom?” He looks up to Cordell, but his brother shakes his head.

“She’s on birth control,” Cordell excuses, wrapping his hand around the base of Liam’s cock and sliding the tip just inside of Stella’s entrance. “Plus I need you to stretch her out and get her nice and lubed up for me. Wanna fuck your cum back into her cunt.” He presses against Liam’s back, shoving him forward into Stella, less gently than he probably should have considering it’s her first time, but they’re all far too aroused to be thinking clearly about things like that, and it doesn’t sound like Stella minded the abrupt entrance, because she’s already moaning and rolling her ass against Liam’s hips, trying to get him even deeper inside.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight,” Liam grunts, giving into the demands of Stella’s body and setting out on a brutal pace, the sound of their skin slapping together making Cordell even harder as he watches Liam’s cock force its way in and out of his baby girl’s cunt. On every pull out it’s laced with more and more of her arousal, painting the reddening skin in glossy white. “God, you’re gonna make me cum so hard Stella.”

“Shit,” Stella whimpers as Liam pounds into her relentlessly. She’d never imagined anything could feel as good as this. “You feel so good Liam, so good, don’t stop,” she begs.

“Yeah you better not stop until my baby girl is cumming all over that cock, boy,” Cordell growls against Liam’s ear, biting at him again before climbing back behind him on the couch and shoving him forward so he’s plastered over Stella’s body, boxing her in. Cordell spits to make the slide into Liam’s ass a little smoother and pushes himself back in, extracting a strangled groan from the younger man who’s now trapped between two bodies, pleasuring him from the front and behind.

“Fuck! Cordi, oh my god,” Liam grunts, fucking himself back onto his brother’s cock, then fucking forward again into Stella’s pussy.

“Look at my little whore, loves getting fucked so much he needs it both ways, don’t you baby boy?” Cordell hums, beginning to lose himself in his own pleasure with the way Liam’s hole clenches and flutters around his cock every time he thrusts into Stella.

“Oh god,” Liam gasps, his hips stuttering as they grind back. “Oh god, Cordi, please. Please can I?”

“Fuck yeah, c’mon baby brother,” Cordell grunts, shocked that Liam asked after all, but feeling his cock twitch in pleasure at hearing the younger man give in to begging for it. “Fill up that pussy for me, get ‘er nice and wet for her Daddy’s cock,” he moans, increasing the speed of his thrusts to help push Liam over the edge, and he can feel when his orgasm hits, because his ass is suddenly vice tight and pulsing around his cock.

Cordell pulls out quickly, scared he might cum if he doesn’t back off for a second. Peeling the condom off and tossing it aside, he walks around the arm of the couch to Stella’s head, lifting her to see the look of pure bliss on her features.

“Did Uncle Liam make you cum again, baby?” Cordell asks sweetly, giving Liam a minute to catch his breath and ease his way out of her. Stella nods lazily, licking her lips and taking a deep breath as Liam’s cock finally leaves her. “Think you can cum one more time for Daddy?” he asks hopefully, and Stella nods again.

“Want you to fuck me, Daddy.”

“You got it, sweetheart,” Cordell smiles, kissing her quickly, then sitting back down on the couch and pulling his daughter onto his lap, manoeuvring her thin legs to straddle his waist and settling her down over his cock. Liam’s cum is starting to leak out of her, dripping over the tip of Cordell’s cock, and he moans as the wet warmth of it slides down his length. “Fuck, he really filled you up, didn’t he baby girl?”

“Wanna be full again, please Daddy,” Stella whines, swivelling her hips to try to sink down onto her father’s member. “Feel so empty, please,” she begs.

“Kiss me baby, let Daddy make you feel good,” Cordell whispers, holding his cock steady and letting Stella begin to sink down. He uses their kiss to distract her from the stretch, which he knows is bigger than anything she’s ever taken, and she trembles against his lips as he sucks her tongue into his mouth, his free hand tangling in her hair to keep her where he wants her.

“Fuck!” Stella hisses when he finally bottoms out, and Cordell drops both hands to her hips and grinds her down against him, making her really feel him inside her. When he looks down between them he nearly cums on the spot, because he can see the head of his cock nudging at the inside of her stomach, bulging the skin above her mound out just the tiniest bit.

“That’s it, baby girl. That’s it, I’m all the way in,” Cordell shushes her, kissing her again while she calms down and adjusts around him. “Got you nice and full, don’t I? See?” He picks up one of her hands and drags it between them, placing it over the place where he can see his cock moving, and thrusting up a little bit so she can feel it too.

“Daddy,” Stella groans, her head tilting forward as she buries herself against his chest. Cordell’s arms wrap around her snugly as he begins to rock his hips, fucking into her gently, barely pulling his cock out with each move. She feels so fucking good, burning hot and dripping wet and tight as a vice, her little body shaking against him as he grinds them together.

“Oh god, Daddy,” she’s crying now, he can feel her tears hitting his chest, and his cock throbs, loving the idea that he’s fucking her so good she’s been overwhelmed into sobbing.

“Fuck yeah baby,” Cordell grunts, palming her ass and lifting her up so he can get a little more room to fuck into her, picking up his pace. “Such a good girl for me baby, gonna make me cum so hard inside you. Is that what you want, Stels? You want Daddy to cum inside your little pussy?”

“F-fuck,” Stella sobs, her hands clutching the sofa behind them so hard she’s leaving nail marks in the leather. “Daddy I–” she’s choking on her words, barely able to get the breath she needs as she loses control of her body, surrendering to the pleasure. Cordell feels the walls of her cunt fluttering around him and knows she’s close.

Cordell stands up suddenly and throws Stella down on her back, sprawled across the couch. He pushes her legs apart and thrusts back in, fucking her savagely and no longer holding back his orgasm. Liam comes into view and stands over the end of the couch, holding Stella’s legs open for him so he doesn’t have to think about it and can just rut himself to his finish. The sight of his little brother holding Stella down for him while she’s coming apart with his dick inside of her is the final straw, and Cordell swears he can see it when his cock twitches as he starts to cum, burying himself deep inside his baby and grinding their hips together. His body crushes down onto her clit and sends Stella into another orgasm, not as strong as her previous ones, but still there. They’ve pushed her body to its breaking point, clearly.

Cordell collapses back onto the couch, pulling out of Stella unceremoniously, but reaching out and gathering her into his chest, rocking her against him while they both get their breath back, and her body stops trembling so much. He drops a kiss to the top of her head, then glances back up at Liam, who’s smiling down at them smugly.

“What?” Cordell asks, still a bit out of breath.

“Nothing,” Liam shrugs, sitting down on Stella’s other side and stroking her hair as she cuddles into Cordell’s chest. “I’m just glad the night turned out like this, that’s all.”

“We should play cards more often,” Stella sighs sleepily, and Liam nods in agreement.

“You two are gonna wind up being insatiable, aren’t you?” Cordell groans, feigning annoyance, but secretly he hopes he’s right.

“If you play your cards right,” Liam winks.

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“That’s okay,” Liam assures her, “I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do at first either. Honestly,” he looks around as if he’s afraid Cordell will overhear him and then divulges his secret: “I spent most of freshman and sophomore year just enjoying the fact that boys don’t beat you up for flirting with them when you’re in New York.” Stella bursts into a fit of giggles when her uncle winks at her.

“And I got very used to the taste of bad alcohol. I wish I had been a bit more prepared for all of it, actually. I think I would have enjoyed myself sooner if I wasn’t so nervous about the partying and hooking up and all of that.” Liam actually hadn’t been nervous about partying or sleeping around at all, he’d been incredibly enthusiastic about it, but Stella didn’t need to know that right now. He wants to give her something she can relate to, something he can use to coax her into the next part of the evening.

“Do you wish you’d been more… adventurous? In high school, I mean?” Stella asks shyly, her voice sticking in her throat a little while she plays with her hair.

“Yeah, I do,” Liam nods immediately. “I think I would have felt a lot more confident if I showed up to college knowing exactly what to expect.”

“Yeah…” Stella nods slowly, clearly considering something very seriously. Liam sees her eyes rake over his bare chest, down to the pillow in his lap, and he smirks. He’s got her where he needs her now.

“You’ve never seen a guy naked, have you Stels?” Liam states it like a question even though he’s pretty confident of the answer. She shakes her head, her red hair flying around her blushing face. The tense silence between them is so palpable, they can both feel it pressing down against their chests, making it just a little harder to breathe.

“C’mere, baby girl,” Liam beckons her up to sit next to him on the couch, and she complies quickly but sits down a little ways away from him, clearly still a little apprehensive about what they both can tell this is leading towards. Liam reaches out and pulls her closer, so their knees are touching where they’re both sitting cross-legged, side by side. “Don’t be scared, sweetheart,” he smiles comfortingly, taking her hand and bringing it to the pillow covering the last of his decency.

Carefully, Stella lifts up the pillow to reveal Liam’s cock, and he smiles to himself when he hears the small gasp she makes the first time she sees it. He’s been hard for a little while now, but having Stella this close to him, the bare skin of her leg touching his, and finally having her eyes focused where he wants them, has him absolutely throbbing. The head of his cock is a deep red, and already shining with precum. He can hear Stella swallow as she takes in the sight of him.

“See?” he prompts her gently. “Nothing to be scared of.”

Stella shakes her head slightly, lost in thought, mind whirling at the sight of the naked man in front of her. The desire that’s burst into white hot flames in her chest has taken her aback, and there’s a surging tingle between her legs that she recognises all too well; she’s just not used to feeling it when looking at her uncle. But despite her trepidation, Stella finds she’s not actually scared, mostly she’s excited, she’s only nervous that she might do something to mess this up.

“Can… can I–” she blushes hotly, unable to bring herself to say the words and ask for what she really wants, but Liam understands by the way her hand twitches in her own lap. Smiling gently, he reaches out to grab her wrist and guides her little hand towards him. Her thins fingers look so small and delicate compared to his cock, and he can’t control the shiver that runs through him when they skim over his length for the first time.

“Oh,” Stella whispers under her breath, letting Liam guide her hand as she runs her finger tips up and down the soft velvet of his cock.

“What do you think?” Liam asks softly, genuinely curious. Even though he’s pretty sure she’s into this, he just wants to make absolutely sure.

“I think I get why you like guys so much,” Stella laughs lightly, trying to make a joke to lighten the pressure that she was feeling building between them, which was growing thicker by the second.

Liam laughs along with her, and sees her breathe just a little easier.

“Yeah,” Liam agrees. “Cock is pretty great,” he agrees. “Especially feeling one inside you.”

Stella looks up at Liam with wide eyes.

“Does it hurt?” she asks, biting her lip and looking back down at Liam’s lap, where her hand has just wrapped around the base of his cock, measuring how thick he is. The tips of her nails barely touch each other with her hand circled the whole way around him.

“Not if you’re careful,” Liam reassures her. “If you take your time, and make sure you’re ready for it, then it feels fucking incredible.”

Stella blushes, feeling her stomach do little somersaults just from hearing Liam swear like that. Usually her uncle is so composed, and proper, hearing him loosen up like this is affecting her in a way she’d never imagined it would.

“What you’re doing right now feels pretty fucking incredible too,” Liam whispers huskily, and Stella looks down again and realises that she’s been stroking her uncle’s cock unconsciously for the past minute or so. She hadn’t thought about it, her hand had just started moving of its own accord. It had felt like such a natural thing to do.

“Is this okay?” Stella asks breathily, and Liam nods.

“You can squeeze a little tighter, baby girl,” he instructs her, wrapping his fingers over hers and demonstrating the pressure. “Fuck yeah, just like that,” he groans lightly as she skims her fingers of the crown and squeezes again, like he’d shown her. “Go a little faster, yeah, mmm,” Liam grunts, his hips jerking under her touch, he friction pulling at his cock a little awkwardly, but he’s too impatient to make her stop to find some kind of lube. He doesn’t want her fingers to leave his skin.

“Sounds like my baby girl is a quick learner,” Cordell’s voice reaches them from across the room, and Stella starts to jerk her hand away from Liam’s lap but he catches her wrist and holds her in place. Cordell pushes off from the wall he’s been leaning against and observing the proceedings from, walking around the back of the couch and tugging his daughter’s wrist out of Liam’s grasp. He looks her in the eye stoically and spits into her hand before putting it back on Liam’s cock, making his younger brother moan in pleasure at the easy slip of her skin against his.

“There ya go, nice and quick,” Cordell encourages her, and she picks up the pace of her strokes, Liam’s head tilting back in pleasure and resting against the back of the couch. Cordell runs his hand through his messy, sand coloured hair, twisting the long locks around his fingers and tugging on them gently.

“Oh, shit,” Liam groans, eyes fluttering closed under the combined attention of Cordell and Stella.

“Yeah, I remember how much you like that, baby boy,” Cordell grins down at Liam, pulling on the younger man’s hair again. “You were always such a little slut for me, weren’t you?”

Stella looks up at her father in shock, blue eyes wide and full of innocent surprise. Cordell marvels at how she can look so sweet an innocent sitting there in nothing but her lacy underwear with a hand around her uncle’s cock, but somehow, she still manages to look like his sweet little girl, even now.

“You’ve done this before, then?” she asks, “Both of you, together?”

“Yeah, we have Stels,” Cordell nods, running his free hand over her hair and cupping it around her neck, crouching down a little to meet her eyes. “I was the one who showed Liam everything for the first time, when he asked me to.” Stella’s eyes dart back and forth between them, clearly intrigued, and also turned on at thought of the two of them together. “Do you want us to show you, too?” Cordell asks softly, making Stella look him in the eye seriously, and she nods hesitantly.

She’s not unsure about wanting it, she’s just embarrassed that she wants it as badly as she does. She squirms in her seat as she agrees, keenly aware of the wet patch growing steadily larger between her legs.

“That’s my good girl,” Cordell whispers, breath caught in his throat and making his voice husky, and when he leans forward to kiss her on the forehead she whimpers softly, feeling another wave of arousal roll through her core, burning between her legs.

“Tell us what you wanna know, Stella,” Liam urges her, turning her face towards his.

“Uhm,” Stella pauses, licking her lips and considering what she wants the most in this exact moment. She looks back up to Cordell, who’s standing back at full height, putting his waist level with Stella’s head. She gulps and draws up the courage to ask for what she’s craving. “Can I see you, too, Daddy?” she asks Cordell, eyes darting to the pronounced bulge in his boxer shorts.

“Of course you can,” he smiles gently, petting his thumb across her cheek. Stella lets go of Liam and brings her hands nervously to Cordell’s waistband. She tucks her fingers under the elastic and pulls down, slowly revealing the deep vee of Cordell’s hips, leading her gaze to the impressive cock that jumps up and smacks against his stomach when it’s released from its cotton prison. It’s even larger than Liam’s. She doesn't think her hands will fit around its thickness – she can barely fit her hand around Liam – and he’s definitely longer.

“Fuck,” Stella swears, her eyes going wide when she sees Cordell’s cock, then looking up at her father nervously, afraid he’ll scold her for cursing, but he only laughs.

“You’ve got a dirty little mouth, don’t you baby girl,” he coos, making her flush and turn her head away in embarrassment, but Cordell tilts her face up with his fingers beneath her chin. “Let’s get it a bit dirtier, whaddya say sweetheart?”

Liam’s hand appears at the back of Stella’s head, pushing her gently forward, and she leans in, somehow instinctively knowing what they want her to do, and kissing Cordell’s length gently on the tip. Her tongue slips along the slit, tasting the salt of the precum that’s gathered there and gasping as little, finding she likes the taste, and she likes the feel of his cock on her tongue.

“There ya go, do it again,” Liam encourages her, keeping his hand on the back of her head so she can’t pull away. She obeys, kissing the tip again and licking over the slit, eyes flicking up to look at Cordell when he hisses in pleasure.

“That’s so good, Stels,” he smiles down at her, cupping her cheek and feeling the warmth of her blush under his fingertips. “Open your mouth for me, and try to keep still, okay?” Cordell looks to Liam, and the younger man understands that keeping Stella in place is part of his job too.

Stella obediently drops her jaw and makes a wide ‘O’ with her lips, looking up at Cordell to check that she’s doing it right. They keep their eyes locked together as he guides his cock into her mouth, not stopping until he taps the back of her throat and she gags, trying to shy away. Liam holds her head still but Cordell pulls out enough to let her breath for a moment before pushing back in and stopping just short of her gag reflex this time.

“Suck on it,” he commands her, voice rumbling gruffly out of his chest, and the girl immediately seals her lips around him and starts to suckle softly on the flesh in her mouth. “Oh fuck, that’s so good baby,” Cordell groans. “Keep those eyes on me baby girl, wanna watch you. Never wanna forget what you looked like with your first cock in your mouth. Fuck, feel like I should be taking a picture; my little girl, all grown up.” He knows he’s babbling but he doesn’t care, the baby pink, virgin lips around his cock feel too damn good to worry about anything else.

“You look so pretty with your Daddy’s cock between your lips, sweetheart,” Liam moans against her ear, pulling her back a little by the hair and then pushing her down again, beginning a rhythm up and down Cordell’s cock.

“Gonna teach her how to be a good little cocksucker, baby bro?” Cordell laughs hoarsely, and Liam smiles up at his big brother with a wicked grin.

“Well, I think I am the expert on the subject in this room.”

“Yeah, you are, you little slut,” Cordell growls and buries a hand in Liam’s hair again, pulling flush against his stomach. “Why don’t you put those skills to good use, show me if that mouth’s as good as I remember it being.”

Liam eagerly ducks his head between Cordell’s legs and licks his way over the length that Stella can’t fit in her mouth and further down, sucking on his balls and prompting a delighted moan from the older man. When he moves his lips back up Cordell’s cock, he feels for one of Stella’s hands and guides it up to cup against his older brother’s balls gently. She’s pulled herself up to the tip of his cock, sucking and kissing enthusiastically around the length she can fit in her mouth. Liam brings a hand back to Stella’s head and pushes her to one side, licking up the vein on the underside of Cordell’s cock until his tongue skates across hers, and then they’re kissing, hot and dirty, with Cordell caught blissfully between their lips and tongues.

“Fucking hell, you two are a sight,” Cordell laughs, tangling his fingers in their hair and pulling both of their heads back sharply. Liam hisses in appreciation, but Stella lets out a shocked whimper, drawing both men’s attention. “Oh, you like it a little rough, baby girl?” he asks curiously, very much hoping the answer is ‘yes’, the possibilities already beginning to swirl across his mind’s eye.

“Maybe?” Stella answers, unsure. She doesn’t really have very much to go on yet. “It felt good when you pulled my hair, Daddy,” she admits.

“Would you like me to keep doing that?” Cordell asks as neutrally as possible, and Stella nods shakily. “Use your words for me, sweetheart.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Stella whines when Cordell tugs on her hair again.

Using his grip, he throws her against the end of the couch, so her back hits the armrest and her legs shake out in front of her. Cordell walks around to the front of the couch to join his brother, and without needing words to communicate their next moves, Liam reaches up to slip her panties down her legs while Cordell slips a hand behind her back and skillfully unhooks her bra in a single move. When she’s finally naked, the brothers can’t take their eyes off her body. Every inch of skin is a smooth, creamy pink, flushed with arousal, and the skin between her legs is blooming an even deeper pink, and glistening with slick. Instinctively, Liam begins to extend a hand, needing to touch the wet heat she’s just exposed to them.

“Did I say you could touch her?” Cordell asks sternly, and the younger man freezes, looking up at his older brother guiltily, but with an earnest, pleading expression.

“Nah, I’m just kidding,” he laughs after letting Liam sweat for a second, ruffling the man’s already sex-messy hair. “Someone’s gotta stretch her open for my cock, after all,” Cordell smirks, winking at Stella playfully. She blushes deeply, but a small smile creeps over her lips that lets the men know that she’s excited by that prospect.

“Spread your legs for me, baby girl,” Liam says sweetly, pushing himself between her thighs and getting his face close enough that he can smell the arousal covering her skin. He wants desperately to bury himself in her cunt and devour her, it’s hard to hold himself back. “Fuck, Cordi, she’s so pretty,” he breathes, eyes raking over her folds, landing on her pretty little clit, nestled just on top of her entrance, wrapped delicately in creamy folds of skin – all completely bare.

“You are so beautiful, Stella,” Cordell agrees, kneeling by her head and stroking a hand over her collarbone, letting his fingers dance lower to cup a small breast. The whole thing fits under his hand easily, and his dick jumps in arousal from just how small and delicate she is. A burning low in his gut is urging him to break her.

“That feels good, Daddy,” Stella sighs, arching her chest beneath his touch as her father plays with her nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers.

“You gonna let your Daddy and Uncle Liam make you feel good, baby girl?” Cordell asks, and she nods shyly. “Use your words, baby girl. Ask us.”

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“Ow!” he gripes, rubbing his head as his brother loops an arm around his shoulders and steers him inside.

Stella is sitting at the kitchen counter, head buried in her phone and a glass of soda in front of her. Her army green t-shirt is hanging off her shoulder casually, displaying the thin lace strap of her bra, her long red hair cascading down her back in careless waves.

“And what are you still doing up, young lady?” Her father asks with mock authority, though it’s obvious he’s not actually mad at her for still being awake. “And caffeine at this hour, really?” Cordell raises a brow quizzically, and Stella gives him a half-hearted, casual shrug. She’s not about to tell him the Coke is only there to mask the taste of the Jack she’d poured herself after Trey dropped her off at home. It had done its job of calming down her anxiety a little though, so she’s more relaxed now.

Liam extracts himself from Cordell’s arms and goes to the liquor cabinet, grabbing for the first bourbon he sees before his brother stops him.

“Absolutely not,” he shakes his head and plucks the bottle from Liam’s hands over his shoulder, using his height to his advantage and putting it back on the highest shelf. “You’re already pissed, you don’t get to waste my good stuff.” Cordell grabs the bottle of Jack and sets it down on the counter instead, and Liam makes a pouty face up at him. “It’s this or nothing,” Cordell tells him sternly, and Liam rolls his eyes but accepts his fate, grabbing down a glass for himself and another for Cordi.

“Dad?” Stella’s voice makes Cordell turn.

“What’s up, Stels?”

“Can I stay up with you and Uncle Liam?” she asks hesitantly, playing with the end of her hair. “I just… I don’t want to go to bed and be alone all night. Not right now.”

Cordell gives her a sympathetic smile and nods. He knows she had a tough day, and they had been having a really nice time bonding earlier before the situation with Liam had interrupted them. He understands how she might have felt a little in the lurch after he left her with Trey at the station.

“Of course, baby girl,” he nods, heart lightening when he sees Stella’s smile brighten.

“Do you wanna play a board game or something?” she offers.

“How about cards?” Liam suggests, handing Cordell a glass of whiskey while he takes a sip of his own.

“Well I’m gonna lose at both of ‘em, so whatever you guys want,” Cordell laughs and rounds the counter to fish out the playing cards and their old poker set.

While he’s not looking, Liam shoots Stella a secretive glance and points subtly to the bottle of Jack still on the counter behind him, then points to her glass knowingly. Stella smirks and nods, putting a finger to her lips to ask Liam to keep her secret. He copies the move, and when he carries the bottle over to the couch to keep it close by for refills, he quickly splashes a little more alcohol into her glass.

“Alright, who’s ready to get their asses kicked?!” Liam claps his hands enthusiastically after he’s sat down, watching Cordell shuffle the cards. His older brother shoots him a disapproving look.

“Language, dude,” he nods to where Stella’s just joined them, sitting on the floor by the coffee table.

“Sorry, Daddy,” Liam rolls his eyes with a pout. Stella snorts into her soda and Cordell swivels his glare from Liam to his daughter.

“Careful Uncle Liam, or he might spank you,” she smirks playfully. Both Cordell and Liam choke a little on their drinks and share a furtive glance, their cheeks blooming red beneath their stubble. Stella gives them both a weird look, confused. “It was a joke,” she clarifies, breaking the awkward silence around the table. She notices the tension in her father’s shoulders relax which strikes her as an incredibly odd reaction to the whole exchange but for the life of her she can’t think why.

Cordell and Liam, seated next to each other on the couch, close enough that they can feel the heat radiating from the other’s body, are both remembering the times that Cordell had spanked Liam in the past. But there was no way Stella could know about that, they reassured themselves in separate silence. And anyways, it had just been teens messing around, brotherly fights that went just a little too far a few times. No one knew but the two of them, and it had been so long ago now.

“Right,” Cordell clears his throat. “Warm up with Go Fish?”

“Poker!” Liam shouts triumphantly as he slams his hand of cards down on the coffee table face up, showing off his winning hand. Stella bursts into a fit of giggles watching her uncle down the remainder of the whiskey in his glass and pouring himself another.

“You know, it’s not bingo Uncle Liam,” she smirks, setting down her own hand of cards, “you’re not supposed to shout ‘poker’ when you win.”

“How the fuck did you win?!” Cordell looks at his own cards, then back at Liam’s and to the river in the middle of the table, perplexed.

“Daddy!” Stella gasps in fake astonishment. “Language!”

Cordell’s smile twitches in apology, clearly a little embarrassed at his outburst.

“Sorry, baby girl,” he clears his throat and takes another sip of the whiskey that’s clearly gotten the best of his profanity filter.

Stella’s never heard her father swear like that, and truly, she’d used her offended ploy to cover up her real reaction, which had been every inch of skin on her body heating up so quickly someone may as well have set her on fire. She had no desire to know how red she must have turned, and she hopes neither her father nor her uncle had noticed. She tries to tell herself it must just be the alcohol affecting her, covering her insides in a contented warm glow, and decides not to examine her reaction to her father’s cursing any further.

Stella does want more alcohol though. She had finished her Jack and Coke ages ago, but she hasn’t been able to sneak any more whiskey into her drink since she refilled the soda, and she thinks her Daddy might be just on the right side of drunk to say yes if she asks sweetly enough.

“Daddy,” Stella’s voice is soft and melodic, and she leans forward over the coffee table to be closer to her father as she speaks, inadvertently pushing her chest up in her t-shirt, displaying the provocative cleavage that her beautiful little breasts create in the lacy push-up bra she’s wearing. She doesn’t notice how Liam’s eyes go just a little bit wider, or how Cordell swallows heavily when his eyes swivel towards his daughter’s pleading face.

“Yes, Stella?” Cordell answers, voice tight, eyes focusing very hard on his daughter’s face, rather than any other part of her, but that only means he is unnaturally aware of how pretty she is when she bites on her lower lip hesitantly, clearly nervous to ask whatever she’s about to ask. He picks up the whiskey and pours himself a refill even though he hasn’t finished his last measure, just to distract himself from Stella’s tongue darting out to wet those petal pink lips.

“Can I have some too?” Stella asks, her crystal blue eyes wide with hopeful anticipation, and she pushes her glass of coke towards him in hopes that he won’t argue and he’ll just pour the whiskey in, but no such luck.

“I don’t think so, baby girl,” Cordell scoffs, shaking his head in amusement, but also in disbelief at how fast his little girl is growing up. At seventeen, he’d gotten drunk on Jack Daniels god knows how many times, and he bets Stella has too, now that he’s thinking about it. He knows she’s had drinks at parties before, even August had come home catatonically drunk before. The more he thinks about it, maybe it isn’t so unreasonable to give her a bit of whiskey. She’s a Walker, after all, the stuff is practically in her blood.

“Please,” Stella pouts up at her Daddy, and she sees him begin to consider the request this time. “Uncle Liam let me have some.”

“You what?” Cordell rounds on his little brother furiously, but Liam only shrugs, far too drunk to be concerned.

“Cordi, I’ve literally picked her up drunk from parties before. Let her have another drink, she’s a big girl now.”

Stella beams gratefully at her uncle’s support, flicking her smile back to her father as she waits patiently for him to make up his mind.

“You’re a big girl now, huh?” Cordell mutters, almost more to himself than Liam or Stella, but Stella still nods eagerly, biting down on her damn lip again and holding out her glass expectantly once more. He heaves a sigh, chest puffing up and deflating slowly before picking up the bottle and tipping the whiskey into his daughter’s drink.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she smiles at him sweetly and takes a happy sip. Cordell just shakes his head, his eyes rolling a little in affection, and collects everyone’s cards to reshuffle the deck and deal out a new hand.

After Cordell has given Stella the first drink, he can’t exactly say no to another. And as the night wears on and all three Walkers make their way through the bottle of whiskey, Cordell’s luck at cards seems to get worse and worse, so he’s taken aback when Liam lays down his cards and the hand loses.

“Ha!” Cordell claps in celebration, taunting his little brother with his one, and likely to be his only, win. Liam rolls his eyes at his brother’s antics, pulling mocking faces imitating Cordell’s victory celebration.

“Good job, Dad,” Stella laughs at the two grown men on the couch acting far more her age than their own right now.

“Thank you,” he takes a little bow with a flourish of his hand and turns a superior look back to Liam. “See, some people can be gracious in defeat.”

Liam stares Cordell in the eye and reaches for his whiskey, not breaking his gaze the entire time he takes a drink and swallows in silent protest to Cordell’s taunting.

“I think we should mark this momentous occasion,” Cordell smirks, looking between his two opponents for objections or ideas.

“What, your one and only win for tonight?” Stella scoffs.

“Exactly,” Cordell grins in boyish pride.

“Fine, let’s make the rules more interesting,” Liam huffs, standing up and discarding the plaid overshirt he’s had on all evening then sitting back down definitively.

It’s a bit of an anticlimax.

Cordell and Stella stare at Liam in confusion, waiting for an explanation.

“Strip Poker,” he finally elaborates, as if it should have been obvious. If they were all less drunk, it probably would have been.

“No,” Cordell laughs and shakes his head. Stella stays silent.

“Yes!” Liam shoots back. “You wanted to commemorate your win, so I am forced to do something embarrassing in my defeat. This is how the world works.”

“No!” Cordell refuses again in hilarity.

“What, are you scared because you know you’re gonna go back to your epic losing streak after this?” Liam teases with a wicked glint in his eye, shooting Stella a conspiratorial smirk. They both know Cordell won’t be able to pass by that kind of challenge, especially coming from his brat of a little brother.

“Fine, you’re on,” Cordell pokes Liam in the chest affirmatively and Stella leans forward to gather everyone’s cards and shuffle, dealing out a new hand.

It could very well be down to the fact that even after several Jack and Cokes, Stella is still far less drunk than Cordell and Liam, who have both been knocking back the whiskey straight the entire evening, and indulging in far more refills than Cordell had offered his daughter, but for whatever reason, Stella wins the next few hands easily.

“Are you cheating young lady?” Cordell asks suspiciously as he and Liam both peel off their left socks, leaving both men barefoot. Cordell lost his shirt in the previous round, and Liam had lost his henley the round before that, leaving both of them with only their jeans and underwear left to remove, while Stella is sitting smugly on the floor by the coffee table with only her socks as a casualty.

“Nope!” Stella smacks her lips on the end of the word, grinning up at her father innocently and batting her eyelashes. “You guys just suck.”

Liam snorts into his whiskey, eyes flickering to his older brother, implying something that had never crossed Stella’s mind. Cordell shoots Liam a stern ‘knock it off’ glare back, but it doesn’t stop the younger man from whispering: “I’ll show you who sucks,” under his breath immaturely, which makes Stella break out in sweet, girlish giggles.

“Okay, bring it Uncle Liam,” Stella sasses back, and passes the cards to Liam for his turn to deal, leaning over the table in the process. Liam finds himself fixating on the rise and fall of her chest as he shuffles the deck. This always happens when he gets really really drunk. His libido goes through the roof and suddenly anyone will do the trick, even girls. Even his niece.

Especially his niece, he realises as he continues to watch her. His eyes flit from the pink-tinged, creamy skin of her cleavage, flushed from the drinks they’ve been letting her have; to the long, thin column of her neck that’s just begging to be marked up with bites and bruises; to the messy, wavy red hair he’s dying to dig his hands into and pull until she’s whimpering in arousal. He wonders if she would match in the space between her legs, or if she’d be smooth and bare like the skin on her legs that he can see through the ripped holes in her jeans placed provocatively high up her thighs.

Cordell clears his throat and Liam jumps, blinking at his brother in startled confusion. He raises a serious brow, like he’s about to interrogate Liam for some crime, and Liam swallows thickly. That look is something long forgotten but still familiar to him, from a bygone era of their youth when Liam had been the screw up brother and Cordell had been the one to straighten him out in their own special way. Cordell clears his throat again, and Liam notices his pecs twitch, which makes his mouth water embarrassingly quickly.

“You gonna deal those cards, baby brother?” Cordell asks, his voice huskier than it had been the last time he spoke.

That voice is familiar to Liam too - it’s the voice that tells him his brother is half hard and getting harder at the thought of putting his bratty little brother back in his place. Cordell has seen him staring at Stella, then. But Liam’s heart begins to race when he realises that Cordell isn’t angry at him for staring at his daughter, not seriously, at least; he’s that special combination of angry and turned on that used to lead to Liam being bent over a fence in the barn and beat within an inch of his life before being fucked so hard they’d scared the horses.

But that had been so long ago; before Emily and the kids, before Brett… Liam has never considered that Cordell might still be interested in something like that with him. The prospect that tonight might lead back to that place between them has Liam’s dick very interested, to say the least. He flicks his eyes back to Stella, who’s licking her lips and staring between her uncle and father in obvious confusion and a hint of blush on her cheeks, like she knows she’s missing something private, intruding on something she’s not meant to be a part of.

“Let’s mix this up, shall we?” Liam suggests with a smirk towards his older brother, then he quickly shucks out two cards to each of them and sets the deck down solidly in the middle of the table, not laying out a river like before.

“You just wanna change it because you’re losing!” Stella complains, picking up her two cards.

“Nooo,” Liam draws out the word drunkenly. “I just want to pick up the pace a little. So, two card hurricane.” He quickly explains the rules to Stella, and smirks to himself when a tiny furrow carves itself between her brows as she tries to follow along in confusion.

“So this is almost entirely luck?” she clarifies sceptically, and her uncle smiles mischievously.

“Exactly.”

“Well, then I hope I get lucky tonight,” Stella jokes with a twinkling smile, polishing off the remaining dregs of her drink.

Cordell and Liam both glance at each other simultaneously in recognition of the innuendo. Liam keeps his face stoic, waiting for his elder brother to react. Slowly, a dark smile curls up the side of his lips as he looks back at his innocent, blissfully unaware daughter.

“We keep playing long enough, you’ll get lucky eventually baby girl,” Cordell assures her, flicking down his hand and revealing two aces with a triumphant smile. “But this hand ain’t it.”

Stella pouts, seeing that Liam’s hand is higher than her pair as well, making her the ultimate loser of the round. Reaching her hands out of sight, she unbuttons her jeans and shimmies out of them under the coffee table.

Liam pours her another drink, straight whiskey this time, but neither Stella nor Cordell object to that fact.

The game is fast, just as Liam had promised, and Cordell is the next to lose his jeans, tossing them carelessly over the arm of the couch and sitting back down in his boxers. Despite his drunken state of mind, he does remember to surreptitiously arrange himself so the semi he’s currently sporting isn’t visible; he knows Liam notices, but Stella is blissfully unaware.

When she loses the next hand, Stella pulls off her green t-shirt with no hesitation, dumping it unceremoniously on top of her jeans and heaving a great sigh that makes her breast quiver in the dark lace cups of her bra. Neither man can take their eyes off of her, their cocks quivering in sympathetic appreciation for her body.

Liam loses his pants next, but he has a bit more of a problem to cover up than Cordell, so he carefully picks up a pillow and hugs it to his chest, the bottom covering up his erection neatly. Cordell shoots his little brother a knowing smirk, and Liam feels himself blush under the teasing gaze. It’s been so long since he’d felt Cordell’s eyes on him in this way, the rush is exhilarating.

The atmosphere is tense as all three display their next hands. Everyone knows that someone is about to be naked, and Stella sighs in obvious relief when her cards turn out to be better than her uncle’s and father’s. Liam, with the worst hand, is the one who has to strip away the final vestiges of his clothing, which he manages to do skillfully behind the pillow.

“So, is that the end of the game?” Stella asks curiously. “It ends when someone loses all their clothes, right?”

Cordell and Liam exchange pregnant looks, and the eldest brother winks subtly before clearing his throat and standing up.

“Be right back,” he clears his throat, and heads to the bathroom, leaving his daughter and his brother alone with very little clothing between them. His trip is multi-purpose; sure he needs the bathroom after all the whiskey he’s been knocking back, but he also wants to give Liam the space to approach Stella without her father watching their every move. And he knows there are condoms hidden at the back of the bathroom cupboard.

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“Ow!” he gripes, rubbing his head as his brother loops an arm around his shoulders and steers him inside.

Stella is sitting at the kitchen counter, head buried in her phone and a glass of soda in front of her. Her army green t-shirt is hanging off her shoulder casually, displaying the thin lace strap of her bra, her long red hair cascading down her back in careless waves.

“And what are you still doing up, young lady?” Her father asks with mock authority, though it’s obvious he’s not actually mad at her for still being awake. “And caffeine at this hour, really?” Cordell raises a brow quizzically, and Stella gives him a half-hearted, casual shrug. She’s not about to tell him the Coke is only there to mask the taste of the Jack she’d poured herself after Trey dropped her off at home. It had done its job of calming down her anxiety a little though, so she’s more relaxed now.

Liam extracts himself from Cordell’s arms and goes to the liquor cabinet, grabbing for the first bourbon he sees before his brother stops him.

“Absolutely not,” he shakes his head and plucks the bottle from Liam’s hands over his shoulder, using his height to his advantage and putting it back on the highest shelf. “You’re already pissed, you don’t get to waste my good stuff.” Cordell grabs the bottle of Jack and sets it down on the counter instead, and Liam makes a pouty face up at him. “It’s this or nothing,” Cordell tells him sternly, and Liam rolls his eyes but accepts his fate, grabbing down a glass for himself and another for Cordi.

“Dad?” Stella’s voice makes Cordell turn.

“What’s up, Stels?”

“Can I stay up with you and Uncle Liam?” she asks hesitantly, playing with the end of her hair. “I just… I don’t want to go to bed and be alone all night. Not right now.”

Cordell gives her a sympathetic smile and nods. He knows she had a tough day, and they had been having a really nice time bonding earlier before the situation with Liam had interrupted them. He understands how she might have felt a little in the lurch after he left her with Trey at the station.

“Of course, baby girl,” he nods, heart lightening when he sees Stella’s smile brighten.

“Do you wanna play a board game or something?” she offers.

“How about cards?” Liam suggests, handing Cordell a glass of whiskey while he takes a sip of his own.

“Well I’m gonna lose at both of ‘em, so whatever you guys want,” Cordell laughs and rounds the counter to fish out the playing cards and their old poker set.

While he’s not looking, Liam shoots Stella a secretive glance and points subtly to the bottle of Jack still on the counter behind him, then points to her glass knowingly. Stella smirks and nods, putting a finger to her lips to ask Liam to keep her secret. He copies the move, and when he carries the bottle over to the couch to keep it close by for refills, he quickly splashes a little more alcohol into her glass.

“Alright, who’s ready to get their asses kicked?!” Liam claps his hands enthusiastically after he’s sat down, watching Cordell shuffle the cards. His older brother shoots him a disapproving look.

“Language, dude,” he nods to where Stella’s just joined them, sitting on the floor by the coffee table.

“Sorry, Daddy,” Liam rolls his eyes with a pout. Stella snorts into her soda and Cordell swivels his glare from Liam to his daughter.

“Careful Uncle Liam, or he might spank you,” she smirks playfully. Both Cordell and Liam choke a little on their drinks and share a furtive glance, their cheeks blooming red beneath their stubble. Stella gives them both a weird look, confused. “It was a joke,” she clarifies, breaking the awkward silence around the table. She notices the tension in her father’s shoulders relax which strikes her as an incredibly odd reaction to the whole exchange but for the life of her she can’t think why.

Cordell and Liam, seated next to each other on the couch, close enough that they can feel the heat radiating from the other’s body, are both remembering the times that Cordell had spanked Liam in the past. But there was no way Stella could know about that, they reassured themselves in separate silence. And anyways, it had just been teens messing around, brotherly fights that went just a little too far a few times. No one knew but the two of them, and it had been so long ago now.

“Right,” Cordell clears his throat. “Warm up with Go Fish?”

“Poker!” Liam shouts triumphantly as he slams his hand of cards down on the coffee table face up, showing off his winning hand. Stella bursts into a fit of giggles watching her uncle down the remainder of the whiskey in his glass and pouring himself another.

“You know, it’s not bingo Uncle Liam,” she smirks, setting down her own hand of cards, “you’re not supposed to shout ‘poker’ when you win.”

“How the fuck did you win?!” Cordell looks at his own cards, then back at Liam’s and to the river in the middle of the table, perplexed.

“Daddy!” Stella gasps in fake astonishment. “Language!”

Cordell’s smile twitches in apology, clearly a little embarrassed at his outburst.

“Sorry, baby girl,” he clears his throat and takes another sip of the whiskey that’s clearly gotten the best of his profanity filter.

Stella’s never heard her father swear like that, and truly, she’d used her offended ploy to cover up her real reaction, which had been every inch of skin on her body heating up so quickly someone may as well have set her on fire. She had no desire to know how red she must have turned, and she hopes neither her father nor her uncle had noticed. She tries to tell herself it must just be the alcohol affecting her, covering her insides in a contented warm glow, and decides not to examine her reaction to her father’s cursing any further.

Stella does want more alcohol though. She had finished her Jack and Coke ages ago, but she hasn’t been able to sneak any more whiskey into her drink since she refilled the soda, and she thinks her Daddy might be just on the right side of drunk to say yes if she asks sweetly enough.

“Daddy,” Stella’s voice is soft and melodic, and she leans forward over the coffee table to be closer to her father as she speaks, inadvertently pushing her chest up in her t-shirt, displaying the provocative cleavage that her beautiful little breasts create in the lacy push-up bra she’s wearing. She doesn’t notice how Liam’s eyes go just a little bit wider, or how Cordell swallows heavily when his eyes swivel towards his daughter’s pleading face.

“Yes, Stella?” Cordell answers, voice tight, eyes focusing very hard on his daughter’s face, rather than any other part of her, but that only means he is unnaturally aware of how pretty she is when she bites on her lower lip hesitantly, clearly nervous to ask whatever she’s about to ask. He picks up the whiskey and pours himself a refill even though he hasn’t finished his last measure, just to distract himself from Stella’s tongue darting out to wet those petal pink lips.

“Can I have some too?” Stella asks, her crystal blue eyes wide with hopeful anticipation, and she pushes her glass of coke towards him in hopes that he won’t argue and he’ll just pour the whiskey in, but no such luck.

“I don’t think so, baby girl,” Cordell scoffs, shaking his head in amusement, but also in disbelief at how fast his little girl is growing up. At seventeen, he’d gotten drunk on Jack Daniels god knows how many times, and he bets Stella has too, now that he’s thinking about it. He knows she’s had drinks at parties before, even August had come home catatonically drunk before. The more he thinks about it, maybe it isn’t so unreasonable to give her a bit of whiskey. She’s a Walker, after all, the stuff is practically in her blood.

“Please,” Stella pouts up at her Daddy, and she sees him begin to consider the request this time. “Uncle Liam let me have some.”

“You what?” Cordell rounds on his little brother furiously, but Liam only shrugs, far too drunk to be concerned.

“Cordi, I’ve literally picked her up drunk from parties before. Let her have another drink, she’s a big girl now.”

Stella beams gratefully at her uncle’s support, flicking her smile back to her father as she waits patiently for him to make up his mind.

“You’re a big girl now, huh?” Cordell mutters, almost more to himself than Liam or Stella, but Stella still nods eagerly, biting down on her damn lip again and holding out her glass expectantly once more. He heaves a sigh, chest puffing up and deflating slowly before picking up the bottle and tipping the whiskey into his daughter’s drink.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she smiles at him sweetly and takes a happy sip. Cordell just shakes his head, his eyes rolling a little in affection, and collects everyone’s cards to reshuffle the deck and deal out a new hand.

After Cordell has given Stella the first drink, he can’t exactly say no to another. And as the night wears on and all three Walkers make their way through the bottle of whiskey, Cordell’s luck at cards seems to get worse and worse, so he’s taken aback when Liam lays down his cards and the hand loses.

“Ha!” Cordell claps in celebration, taunting his little brother with his one, and likely to be his only, win. Liam rolls his eyes at his brother’s antics, pulling mocking faces imitating Cordell’s victory celebration.

“Good job, Dad,” Stella laughs at the two grown men on the couch acting far more her age than their own right now.

“Thank you,” he takes a little bow with a flourish of his hand and turns a superior look back to Liam. “See, some people can be gracious in defeat.”

Liam stares Cordell in the eye and reaches for his whiskey, not breaking his gaze the entire time he takes a drink and swallows in silent protest to Cordell’s taunting.

“I think we should mark this momentous occasion,” Cordell smirks, looking between his two opponents for objections or ideas.

“What, your one and only win for tonight?” Stella scoffs.

“Exactly,” Cordell grins in boyish pride.

“Fine, let’s make the rules more interesting,” Liam huffs, standing up and discarding the plaid overshirt he’s had on all evening then sitting back down definitively.

It’s a bit of an anticlimax.

Cordell and Stella stare at Liam in confusion, waiting for an explanation.

“Strip Poker,” he finally elaborates, as if it should have been obvious. If they were all less drunk, it probably would have been.

“No,” Cordell laughs and shakes his head. Stella stays silent.

“Yes!” Liam shoots back. “You wanted to commemorate your win, so I am forced to do something embarrassing in my defeat. This is how the world works.”

“No!” Cordell refuses again in hilarity.

“What, are you scared because you know you’re gonna go back to your epic losing streak after this?” Liam teases with a wicked glint in his eye, shooting Stella a conspiratorial smirk. They both know Cordell won’t be able to pass by that kind of challenge, especially coming from his brat of a little brother.

“Fine, you’re on,” Cordell pokes Liam in the chest affirmatively and Stella leans forward to gather everyone’s cards and shuffle, dealing out a new hand.

It could very well be down to the fact that even after several Jack and Cokes, Stella is still far less drunk than Cordell and Liam, who have both been knocking back the whiskey straight the entire evening, and indulging in far more refills than Cordell had offered his daughter, but for whatever reason, Stella wins the next few hands easily.

“Are you cheating young lady?” Cordell asks suspiciously as he and Liam both peel off their left socks, leaving both men barefoot. Cordell lost his shirt in the previous round, and Liam had lost his henley the round before that, leaving both of them with only their jeans and underwear left to remove, while Stella is sitting smugly on the floor by the coffee table with only her socks as a casualty.

“Nope!” Stella smacks her lips on the end of the word, grinning up at her father innocently and batting her eyelashes. “You guys just suck.”

Liam snorts into his whiskey, eyes flickering to his older brother, implying something that had never crossed Stella’s mind. Cordell shoots Liam a stern ‘knock it off’ glare back, but it doesn’t stop the younger man from whispering: “I’ll show you who sucks,” under his breath immaturely, which makes Stella break out in sweet, girlish giggles.

“Okay, bring it Uncle Liam,” Stella sasses back, and passes the cards to Liam for his turn to deal, leaning over the table in the process. Liam finds himself fixating on the rise and fall of her chest as he shuffles the deck. This always happens when he gets really really drunk. His libido goes through the roof and suddenly anyone will do the trick, even girls. Even his niece.

Especially his niece, he realises as he continues to watch her. His eyes flit from the pink-tinged, creamy skin of her cleavage, flushed from the drinks they’ve been letting her have; to the long, thin column of her neck that’s just begging to be marked up with bites and bruises; to the messy, wavy red hair he’s dying to dig his hands into and pull until she’s whimpering in arousal. He wonders if she would match in the space between her legs, or if she’d be smooth and bare like the skin on her legs that he can see through the ripped holes in her jeans placed provocatively high up her thighs.

Cordell clears his throat and Liam jumps, blinking at his brother in startled confusion. He raises a serious brow, like he’s about to interrogate Liam for some crime, and Liam swallows thickly. That look is something long forgotten but still familiar to him, from a bygone era of their youth when Liam had been the screw up brother and Cordell had been the one to straighten him out in their own special way. Cordell clears his throat again, and Liam notices his pecs twitch, which makes his mouth water embarrassingly quickly.

“You gonna deal those cards, baby brother?” Cordell asks, his voice huskier than it had been the last time he spoke.

That voice is familiar to Liam too - it’s the voice that tells him his brother is half hard and getting harder at the thought of putting his bratty little brother back in his place. Cordell has seen him staring at Stella, then. But Liam’s heart begins to race when he realises that Cordell isn’t angry at him for staring at his daughter, not seriously, at least; he’s that special combination of angry and turned on that used to lead to Liam being bent over a fence in the barn and beat within an inch of his life before being fucked so hard they’d scared the horses.

But that had been so long ago; before Emily and the kids, before Brett… Liam has never considered that Cordell might still be interested in something like that with him. The prospect that tonight might lead back to that place between them has Liam’s dick very interested, to say the least. He flicks his eyes back to Stella, who’s licking her lips and staring between her uncle and father in obvious confusion and a hint of blush on her cheeks, like she knows she’s missing something private, intruding on something she’s not meant to be a part of.

“Let’s mix this up, shall we?” Liam suggests with a smirk towards his older brother, then he quickly shucks out two cards to each of them and sets the deck down solidly in the middle of the table, not laying out a river like before.

“You just wanna change it because you’re losing!” Stella complains, picking up her two cards.

“Nooo,” Liam draws out the word drunkenly. “I just want to pick up the pace a little. So, two card hurricane.” He quickly explains the rules to Stella, and smirks to himself when a tiny furrow carves itself between her brows as she tries to follow along in confusion.

“So this is almost entirely luck?” she clarifies sceptically, and her uncle smiles mischievously.

“Exactly.”

“Well, then I hope I get lucky tonight,” Stella jokes with a twinkling smile, polishing off the remaining dregs of her drink.

Cordell and Liam both glance at each other simultaneously in recognition of the innuendo. Liam keeps his face stoic, waiting for his elder brother to react. Slowly, a dark smile curls up the side of his lips as he looks back at his innocent, blissfully unaware daughter.

“We keep playing long enough, you’ll get lucky eventually baby girl,” Cordell assures her, flicking down his hand and revealing two aces with a triumphant smile. “But this hand ain’t it.”

Stella pouts, seeing that Liam’s hand is higher than her pair as well, making her the ultimate loser of the round. Reaching her hands out of sight, she unbuttons her jeans and shimmies out of them under the coffee table.

Liam pours her another drink, straight whiskey this time, but neither Stella nor Cordell object to that fact.

The game is fast, just as Liam had promised, and Cordell is the next to lose his jeans, tossing them carelessly over the arm of the couch and sitting back down in his boxers. Despite his drunken state of mind, he does remember to surreptitiously arrange himself so the semi he’s currently sporting isn’t visible; he knows Liam notices, but Stella is blissfully unaware.

When she loses the next hand, Stella pulls off her green t-shirt with no hesitation, dumping it unceremoniously on top of her jeans and heaving a great sigh that makes her breast quiver in the dark lace cups of her bra. Neither man can take their eyes off of her, their cocks quivering in sympathetic appreciation for her body.

Liam loses his pants next, but he has a bit more of a problem to cover up than Cordell, so he carefully picks up a pillow and hugs it to his chest, the bottom covering up his erection neatly. Cordell shoots his little brother a knowing smirk, and Liam feels himself blush under the teasing gaze. It’s been so long since he’d felt Cordell’s eyes on him in this way, the rush is exhilarating.

The atmosphere is tense as all three display their next hands. Everyone knows that someone is about to be naked, and Stella sighs in obvious relief when her cards turn out to be better than her uncle’s and father’s. Liam, with the worst hand, is the one who has to strip away the final vestiges of his clothing, which he manages to do skillfully behind the pillow.

“So, is that the end of the game?” Stella asks curiously. “It ends when someone loses all their clothes, right?”

Cordell and Liam exchange pregnant looks, and the eldest brother winks subtly before clearing his throat and standing up.

“Be right back,” he clears his throat, and heads to the bathroom, leaving his daughter and his brother alone with very little clothing between them. His trip is multi-purpose; sure he needs the bathroom after all the whiskey he’s been knocking back, but he also wants to give Liam the space to approach Stella without her father watching their every move. And he knows there are condoms hidden at the back of the bathroom cupboard.

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Cordell is too drunk to be dealing with this right now – that’s what he should be thinking. This isn’t new. He should just leave her alone and go to bed; let father and daughter cry themselves to sleep in separate rooms like they have plenty of nights before. Except, Cordell is also too drunk to let any of that stop him.

His baby girl is crying, and he’s going to help her.

He knocks softly against her door with the back of his knuckles, careful not to wake August in the room down the hall. Stella rakes in a shocked, crackling breath, startled by the disruption. There’s a scramble as Cordell pushes open the door to find Stella burrowing under the covers and turning away from him, hiding her face. It’s too late, though; Cordell had seen the tear tracks, and the red rimmed eyes. He can still hear her sniffing, unsuccessfully trying to stifle her sobs.

“Baby girl?” Cordell calls softly, shutting the door behind him gently as he moves to sit on the edge of her bed. He sets the fifth of whiskey, mostly empty, down on her nightstand, and reaches a hand out. Stella flinches away from him, a lumpy mass under a feather comforter with her mom’s homespun quilt thrown across the top, red hair poking out from beneath the covers.

“Stels, what’s going on?” he tries again, voice smooth, and steadier than he feels.

“Go away,” Stella pouts, voice breaking on another sob, and still obstinately facing the other direction. Cordell can tell she’s pouting though, it’s easy to hear in her voice.

“Baby girl, talk to me. Please,” Cordell begs, finally getting his hands on her, and trying to roll her towards him so they can talk. “Whatever it is, let me help,” he pleads gently, shaking her by the shoulder in a way that he means to be comforting.

“You can’t help me with this,” she insists petulantly, fighting his efforts to turn her over.

“Your ol’ dad’s not as useless as you think,” he tries to lighten the mood, but Stella doesn’t bite. “Stella,” he sighs, hoisting himself further onto her bed, but he stops, confused when he sits down on something hard.

Dropping his hands off of his daughter for a moment, Cordell reaches under the comforter and fishes out the object. To be perfectly honest he was expecting it to be some kind of alcohol. It felt round and thin when he’d sat on it, the kind of bottle a girl could easily sneak into her jacket or her bag when no one was looking. He’s not expecting to see a bright pink cock in his hand when it finally emerges from beneath the blankets. But, here he is, holding his daughter’s vibrator. Stella realises a moment too late what’s just happened.

“Dad!” she shrieks, whipping around to grab the toy from Cordell, completely forgetting to keep herself covered by the quilt in the process. The way her small little breasts bounce when she lashes out draws Cordell’s eyes. He’s helpless. Stella’s bare chest is mesmerising; he wonders if the rest of her is naked too – wishes for it, even, though he’ll blame that on the alcohol gladly.

Cordell is speechless, staring at his little girl; naked, holding a sex toy, tears still staining her cheeks. That didn’t fit this picture.

“Stella, why were you crying?” Cordell asks again, shamelessly curious now. Was she ashamed to be masturbating? Is that why she’s been crying these past two years?

Suddenly realising her predicament, Stella drops the vibrator and pulls a pillow in front of her body, blocking herself from Cordell’s view. Truthfully, that will make this conversation easier for him. He can feel the taboo of the situation starting to stir feelings inside himself that he hasn’t felt for a long while – not since Emily had died.

“I–” Stella breaks off. She can’t bring herself to say whatever it is she’s trying to say, the words clearly sticking in her throat as she tries to swallow around them. Cordell sees the tears begin to brim in her eyes again, and she draws in a shuddering breath before she cracks, and he’s pulling her into his arms.

Stella cries as Cordell cradles her against his chest, small and shaking, like a frightened animal. His little baby girl is sobbing into him, and it breaks his heart. He needs to know what’s making her feel like this, he needs to fix it.

“Shh,” Cordell whispers, rocking them back and forth on her bed. “Shh, I’ve got ya, baby girl. Daddy’s got you.”

“I can’t do it,” Stella finally manages to stutter, her voice clotted with tears.

“You can tell me anything babydoll, I promise. Daddy’s here,” Cordell soothes, combing her long, red hair through his fingers.

“No,” she sobs harder, “that’s what I’m saying. I– I can’t,” she gulps down more air, trying to force out the explanation. “I can’t make it work. I’m broken.”

Cordell is trying to understand, but he really has no idea what she means.

“You’re not broken sweetheart,” he tries to console her, but she shakes her head vigorously into his shoulder.

“If I’m not broken then why can’t I cum?!” Stella whimpers, sobs dying down, probably due to the fact she’s running out of tears. She’s been crying for so long. Cordell takes a moment but then his eyes land on the discarded vibrator, sitting garishly in the middle of the bed, and then he understands.

“Oh, Stella,” Cordell hugs her to him, crushing her into his chest, trying to slow down some of the shaking. The pressure seems to help a little, and after a moment she begins to calm down, her breathing starting to even out. “You know, it can be hard for girls sometimes,” he tries to explain. “You might have to experiment a little more, try a few different ways to figure out what you like the best.”

“No,” Stella groans in embarrassment, “I know how. I used to be able to, and now I just… can’t.”

“How long has it been?” He asks quietly, unsure he wants to go there, except he feels this invisible thread pulling him into the conversation, stitching him in place and forcing him to face up to being a parent, and being there for his child.

Stella shakes her head again, not wanting to answer.

“Stella,” Cordell prompts again, more seriously this time.

“Since… since the soccer game,” she admits quietly, hiding her face in her father’s chest in shame. “Since Northside.”

Cordell’s heart drops out of his body, his stomach isn’t even a stop along the way. Since Northside. That had been more than two years ago. But why would it… unless…

“Stella,” Cordell’s voice shakes for the first time that night. “Baby girl, did they touch you?” He feels Stella nod against his chest.

Cordell has dropped her and jumped from the bed in an instant, storming towards the door, and planning to jump in his truck and drive to the county prison with a shotgun.

“NO! Daddy, please!” Stella screams, but it’s hoarse, like she can’t get enough breath to make the sounds. The pillow has dropped to the mattress, and her chest is bare again, breasts shaking enticingly as she trembles. “Daddy, please.”

She’s crying again, and Cordell can’t leave her like this. He goes back to the bed and pulls her into his arms.

“I’m gonna kill ’em. Each and every one of ‘em, I promise you, Stels,” he swears, deadly serious.

“No,” she shakes her head vehemently. “Daddy, you don’t understand. I– I got off on it. He… they made me cum, that means I wanted it.” Stella looks up at him, lip trembling as she explains herself. “I liked it, and now I’m broken.”

Cordell’s heart feels like it’s been punctured, the blood pulsing out into his body to all the places it shouldn’t be. He doesn’t know what to say. Of course it doesn’t mean she’s broken. She was raped, whatever her body did to cope with it at the time doesn’t mean a damn thing. But will saying that actually help? Will she believe him? Somehow, he doesn’t think so. Stella has always been stubborn, just like her mother. Once she thinks something, it’s very hard to convince her of anything else. Which really only leaves Cordell with one option.

“Yeah, sounds like you are broken,” Cordell muses, and Stella’s head shoots up.

“What?” she sniffles.

“That’s pretty fucked up, Stella. Coming when a guy’s raping you?” Cordell scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she shrinks away from him, trying to wipe her tears away.

“You don’t have to apologise,” Cordell shrugs, reaching for the whiskey he left on her nightstand and taking a deep drink, letting the alcohol kindle the fire he needs to get him through this. He’s gonna fix this. He can’t fix any other goddamn thing in his life lately, but he’s gonna fix his little girl.

Stella is staring up at him with wide, wet eyes. The same shade of brown as Emily’s. That helps.

“Get rid of the comforter,” Cordell says casually, standing up and unbuttoning the sleeves of his shirt, rolling them up to his elbows.

“Daddy?” Stella asks shakily, watching his fingers manipulate the fabric into place.

“I said get the fuck out of the blankets, Stella. Did you not hear me?” he snaps, taking another swig of whiskey from the bottle. She follows his instructions this time, scrambling out of the covers, and Cordell can finally see her whole body.

She’s entirely naked, her skin soft and pale, with light dustings of red hair just above her pussy catching the light. Cordell feels his heart thump against his ribs, more blood pumping down to where he’s about to need it. He reaches down and gropes his cock through his pants, making sure Stella sees him do it.

“You really are pretty, baby girl.”

Stella’s whole body blushes, twitching under his attention. Her fingers are curling and uncurling rhythmically against her palms. Cordell grabs for her ankles and pulls her across the bed, so she’s laying flat on her back, breathless. Her legs are spread wide in front of him, little pink pussy pulling apart before his eyes.

“So pretty,” Cordell breathes. He sees the lingering wetness lining her entrance from when she had been trying to get herself off earlier. “Show me what you were doin’.”

“What?” Stella squeaks, and Cordell thinks it’s a little late for modesty. He raises his hand and brings it down hard on her clit, making her hips jump off the bed.

“You heard me the first time, baby girl. Pick up that vibrator and show me what you were doin’ to this pretty little pussy to make yourself cum,” he snaps, and Stella reaches for her toy without hesitation.

The sound of the vibrations fill the air between them as Stella lowers the silicon dick between her legs. She runs it slowly over her clit, down past her entrance and back up, moving the tip in tiny circles around her small bundle of nerves. After a minute or so, Cordell can see more slick beginning to gather at her entrance.

“Fuck yourself, c’mon,” he lands a smack against her inner thigh, and Stella jerks away from him, but she also lets out a little moan. “Yeah, I thought you’d like that. Fuckin’ slut,” Cordell grins harshly and slaps her other thigh, skin pinking up under his palm.

“Daddy,” Stella whimpers as she pushes the vibrator against her hole, gathering her slick on its tip before easing it inside.

“Well you’re never gonna cum like that,” Cordell scoffs. He bats Stella’s hand out of the way and takes control of the toy, pressing the button on the side to turn up the vibrations and slamming it all the way into her harshly, until his knuckles are grinding against your clit. “If you got off on being raped, you’re not gonna make yourself cum by being gentle with yourself darlin’.”

Stella sobs as Cordell slams the toy into her again, hand slapping against her skin. He grabs her arm and drags her hand back between her legs, wrapping it around the toy and giving her thigh another slap for good measure.

“That’s it, fuck yourself for me, baby girl, or else Daddy’s gonna have to rape that little hole of yours and show you how it’s done.”

Stella whines and speeds up her thrusts, flicking the vibrations to a different pattern and angling the toy so she could fit it deeper inside her. Her pussy is stretching around its girth beautifully, and Cordell can’t help reaching down to undo his pants, grabbing his dick and pulling it out over the waist band.

“That’s better, isn’t it, baby?” he coos, beginning to stroke himself in time with her thrusts. He sees her hair shake up off the bed and assumes she’s nodding. Cordell looks back between her legs and sees her pussy clenching around the toy, her hand starting to falter in its rhythm.

“You gonna cum, Stella? Gonna cum for Daddy like my good little slut?”

Stella’s nodding again forcefully, her shoulders lifting off the bed as she scrunches in on herself. Her face is contorted with pleasure, and Cordell feels a sense of satisfaction wash through him that he was able to help her – to fix her.

But then Stella cries out and collapses back against the bed, shaking and whimpering, and Cordell understands the problem now. She can get herself close. She can give herself hope, but she can’t push herself over the finish line. The poor thing’s basically been edging for a year. His dick throbs in his hand at the thought of how sweet her climax will be when he rips it out of her.

“You’re fuckin’ pathetic,” he spits, standing up and beginning to strip down.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Stella apologises again, hiding her face against the bed. The vibrator is still on and buzzing away in her pussy. Cordell pulls it out of her, admiring the string of slick that trails behind it.

“Such a messy little girl,” he tsks, dropping the vibrator onto her chest. “Shame you’re such a whore you can’t get off with toys.” Cordell crawls onto the bed, climbing over her body and bracketing her in his arms. He winds his fingers in her hair and pulls, making her look him in the eye.

“You need a real man, don’t you, kiddo?” he whispers in her ear, loving the shiver that runs through her, pressing her body up against his. “Need Daddy to show you how that cunt’s supposed to be used, don’t you?”

Stella whimpers, trying to look away again in shame. Cordell yanks on her hair again, using his free hand to slap her hard across the face.

“Answer me you little bitch!” he growls. “Do you want your Daddy to make you cum?” Stella nods and Cordell slaps her again.

“Say it!”

“Make me cum for you, Daddy, please,” she begs, beginning to cry again. Cordell grins down at her.

“There, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” he mocks her, grinding their hips together and feeling his dick slide through the wet between her legs. “You’re so fuckin’ wet, Stels,” Cordell groans, reaching down and slapping his cock against her entrance. There’s no point being gentle, it’s not like she’s a virgin, after all, so he thrusts inside in one move. Stella bites her lips to muffle the scream she almost lets out.

“Oh my god,” she sobs, more tears running down her cheeks. Cordell bends down to lick them off her face.

“You look so pretty like this, baby girl,” he moans, fucking into her hard, using her soft little body the way it was meant to be used. “No wonder those guys couldn’t resist you. Bet as soon as they saw how wet you were, they figured it was basically an open invitation, wasn’t it, Stels?”

Stella blinks more tears out of her eyes, looking up at her father and nodding.

“It was all my fault, Daddy,” she moans, starting to thrust back into his movements, instead of just lying there and taking it.

“What did they say to you, baby?”

“They… they told me I was a whore. That I was a pathetic little bitch.” Cordell feels Stella clenching around him as she recounts the tale.

“How many of them were there?”

“I don’t remember,” she whines. “Five or six, maybe.”

“How many times did you cum for them, Stels?” Cordell reaches down between their bodies and traces his finger over her clit.

“I don’t remember, Daddy,” Stella cries, burying her head in her father’s chest, clinging on to him.

“That many times, huh?” he laughs. “That’s fucking disgusting. Do you get how pathetic you are, baby girl? Getting off in front of all those men, letting them use you like a little plaything?” Cordell begins to rub more intentionally over her clit, groaning when she clenches her cunt around him in response.

“Daddy, please,” Stella gasps, hips fucking back into his thrusts, her legs wrapped in a vice-like grip around his back.

“Please what, baby?” he teases mercilessly.

“Please make me cum, please please please.”

“Open your mouth,” Cordell growls, and Stella obeys, sticking out her tongue without even being asked. Cordell spits, then clamps her mouth closed, making her swallow it. “Just a filthy fuckin’ whore, aren’t you, darlin’?” he grins.

“Yes Daddy,” Stella nods desperately in agreement.

“Say it.”

“I’m a filthy whore,” she cries, moaning as he rubs her clit even faster.

“What else?”

“I’m p-pathetic,” she stutters, struggling to breathe now she’s getting so close. “Oh my god, Daddy, please.”

“That’s it, baby,” Cordell groans, encouraging her. “That’s my filthy, pathetic, broken little fuck toy, coming on Daddy’s cock like the good little whore she is, right?”

“Oh my god, ohmygod. Fuck, Daddy, Daddy I’m–” her words stutter off into nothing as her breath catches on her climax. Cordell slams a hand over her nose and mouth in an attempt to muffle her scream. His baby girl cumming on his cock is too much for him to take and he pulls out just in time, his load emptying hot over her throbbing cunt, the entrance still twitching noticeably.

Cordell collapses to the side of her, panting heavily. When he looks over Stella is still shaking, fresh tears running down her face.

“C’mere, baby,” he hushes, pulling her against his chest and holding her there gently, rocking her until her sobs begin to subside. “You did such a good job for me, Stels, I know how hard it was for you to let go like that.”

“Th–thank you, Daddy,” she whispers into his skin.

“Anytime you need help, you just come to me, okay, baby girl?” Cordell kisses the top of her head and feels her nod. “C’mon, let’s get some sleep.” Stella nods again and climbs under the covers when Cordell holds them up for her, but she snuggles back into him immediately when he slides under them with her.

“Daddy?” Stella speaks up in a small voice.

“Yeah?” Cordell yawns, petting her back soothingly.

“How did you know that would work? That I wasn’t really broken?”

Cordell laughs softly under his breath, giving his little girl a squeeze.

“Well, I didn’t know for sure; it was a shot in the dark,” Stella’s body trembles with a small laugh of her own, “but I figured it was a good bet. Your mom liked me talkin’ like that too.”

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“Dad! When is dinn-“ Y/N’s words falter as she passes her room and sees Cordell standing there, holding a piece of her lingerie in his hands as if the stockings are a grenade with the pin pulled.

Cordell swivels his stare from the stockings to their owner, his little girl, his daughter. Apparently not so little anymore.

“What uh,” Cordell swallows heavily, his breath weighing on his chest like an anvil, “what are these, Y/N?”

Y/N looks around for an escape, but seeing none, sighs and walks into her room, closing the door quietly behind her.

“You know what they are, Dad,” she rolls her eyes, not trying to hide it.

“Why do you have them?” Cordell asks, glad he manages to keep his tone even.

“Ummm,” Y/N is clearly much more hesitant to answer that question.

“Y/N,” he says in warning, and she crumples visibly.

“Trevor bought them for me,” she admits, not meeting Cordell’s eyes.

“Excuse me?” Cordell is shocked, affronted… jealous?

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Y/N apologises, shame and embarrassment evident on her face. “You don’t have to worry though, I’m probably just going to throw them out.”

That takes Cordell aback.

“Why?” he asks, anger forgotten for the moment.

“I, um,” Y/N squirms under his gaze, “I didn’t like how they looked on me, I felt… I don’t know, I just felt stupid. No one would want to see me like that.”

“I’m sure you looked beautiful, baby girl,” Cordell reaches out to reassure her without thinking. It’s instinct, comforting his little girl, telling her she’s beautiful and perfect in his eyes. But right now, those words mean something very different.

“You’re just saying that. You wouldn’t think so if you saw me in them,” Y/N brushes him off.

“So show me.” The words are out before he can think, and now it’s too late to take them back. Y/N is staring at him, wide-eyed, confused… innocent. She reaches for the stockings and takes them from his hands.

His baby girl is standing in front of him shyly, lace-topped stockings clipped to a suspender belt that highlights the narrowest part of her waist. Her little lace panties match the set. He wonders idly if her bra matches too, but the top half of her body is still covered by the crop top she’s been wearing all day.

Fuck.

His hands clench against his thighs as he looks at her, jaw set tight, unable to speak. Unwilling to speak, really, because he doesn’t think he’ll be able to control what comes out of his mouth if he does.

Y/N walks toward him slowly, coming to a halt, so close her legs are almost touching his knees, their toes brushing against each other on the carpet. His eyes find her waist, her legs, and jump away, landing on her face, lips parted softly, eyes shining with nerves.

“Daddy?” Y/N asks quietly. Cordell reaches for one of her hands, brings it to his lips, kisses it.

“You do look beautiful, Y/N,” he whispers, scared that if he speaks too loudly, he’ll break the spell they’re both under and end this. “Fuck, so beautiful, baby girl.”

Y/N looks down in embarrassment, breaking their gaze, shifting something in their trance. Then she lets out a small gasp and looks back at Cordell, shocked and flushed, her chest heaves under the pace of her breaths. Cordell looks down and sees what she saw: there’s a very obvious bulge in his jeans, where he’s gotten hard from looking at his daughter in lingerie. He feels like he should want to be sick, but he doesn’t.

“You aren’t lying?” Y/N asks him breathlessly, apparently now convinced since she’d seen the physical evidence of Cordell’s reaction.

“No, baby girl, I’m not,” he shakes his head, moving his hand under her chin to make her look at him. He takes a breath, preparing to cross the line he knows no father ever should, as if he hasn’t already crossed it.

“Let me show you.” Cordell drags her hand down his body and presses it to his cock, hard and pulsing in its denim prison. She lets him guide her. Their fingers massage him together, lacing flesh with flesh as they rub desire further into him. Cordell gets an idea.

Standing, he keeps Y/N’s hand in his and leads her to the full-length mirror she has on the back of her door. Placing himself behind her, he makes her look at them in the mirror.

“Let me show you how beautiful you can be,” Cordell ducks down to whisper in her ear, and she shivers against him. Slowly, he traces his fingers down her body, playing with the ribbons of the suspenders that are holding the stockings up. He drags his nails over the stockings, knowing the sensation will feel heightened through the nylon and lace, and he smiles to himself when she shivers again.

Cordell brings his fingers between her legs, brushing lightly over the lace of her panties, sighing happily when he finds her damp. Holding her tightly against him with his free arm, he starts to rub at her clit gently, and Y/N groans, melting back into his hold.

“Mmh,” she moans, pushing up on her tiptoes to rub herself against his fingers. Cordell continues to draw maddeningly light circles over her bundle of nerves, teasing as much as he can.

“Look in the mirror, darlin’,” he tells her, and she opens her eyes, which had slid closed the moment his hand went between her legs. Y/N looks at the mirror, taking in the scene of her father’s body pressed against her back and his fingers playing with her panties. She whimpers when he presses his fingertips over her entrance, hips bucking into his hold and ass arching back into his groin.

Cordell knows she must feel his cock. He’s been hard since she took the stockings from him and agreed to try them on. He feels himself throb in his jeans as she continues to grind back into him, but when she meets his eyes in the mirror and lets out a small whine of “Daddy,” he almost cums then and there.

“Do you feel what you’re doing to me, baby girl?” Cordell breathes heavily, thrusting himself against Y/N’s ass, so she can’t avoid feeling his cock digging into her. “You turn me on so much looking like this. You’re stunning, you know that?” He leans down and kisses the top of her head. It would be comforting if he wasn’t rubbing his fingers firmly over her soaking panties. The fatherly action feels wrong, but somehow it ratchets the tension in the room up even higher.

“I love you, Daddy,” Y/N whimpers, grinding down into his hand.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” Cordell kisses her head again, holding her close. He drags the hand that’s not rubbing Y/N off up the side of her leg, plucking at the suspenders before trailing his fingers over her stomach and up under her shirt. He squeezes her breast in his hand, feeling her nipples harden up beneath the lace of her bra.

“Do you want me to take it off, Daddy?” Y/N asks nervously, still leaning on him for his approval. He smiles widely at her in the mirror.

“I’d love that.”

Y/N wiggles in his arms as she pulls her arms up into her crop top and gets it off over her head. Cordell sucks in a deep breath through his teeth at the sight of her in the full set of lingerie.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he groans, humping more deliberately against her back and bringing his fingers back to her clit, the dripping lace moving easily under his touch.

“That feels so fucking good, Daddy,” Y/N mewls, legs beginning to tremble.

“Want you to make yourself cum for me, baby. Want you to see how beautiful you look when you cum for Daddy, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy,” she whines, rocking her hips more quickly into his hand. Her eyes drift closed when she hits a good spot, and Cordell pinches her nipples to get her attention.

“Keep those eyes open, baby, told you I want you to see. Can you do that for me, Y/N?” Cordell drops another kiss to the top of her head when she nods.

“Fuck, just don’t stop, Daddy.”

“Promise baby, keep rubbing that little pussy into Daddy’s hand. You’re close, aren’t ya?”

“Yes, fuck yeah, so close.” Y/N’s thighs are clenching around his hand, humping mindlessly, chasing her climax.

“Cum f’me pretty girl, cum for Daddy,” Cordell groans, his own erection almost painful with how bad he needs to cum.

“Oh fuck!” Y/N convulses against him, freezing still and shivering through her orgasm. Her pussy is soaked as her slick starts to drip down her thighs. She’s going to have to wash the stockings again.

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