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The room is pitch black, but muscle memory guides the way. Finding her exposed ankle, wrapping my fingers gingerly, I slide over the delicate bone, up the soft calf, and lush thigh to her ass. So pliable in my hand, my dirty girl is sans even her favoured silky PJs. It’s all the permission I need.

It’s been like this since she came home this summer. The flirting. The glances. The first night I came here, I knew I was risking everything. But she’d made her intention clear, and I was more than willing to give my baby whatever she wanted. I always was the pushover.

Shifting onto the bed, the blanket covering her shoulder slips, and I replace the warmth it gives her with my lips. Caressing with my mouth as my fingers find the junction between her thighs more than warm. It’s a heat like no other. Moving in the smallest of circles, liquid silk begins to coat my fingertips, and I use it to stroke her pussy. Loving her clit with a tender touch, a soft noise escapes her throat. Her hips shift, spreading her tiny cunt. I circle her entrance with a finger and slowly penetrate. Stroking deeper and deeper until she’s moaning.

Whispering against her neck as I supplant kisses against her throbbing pulse. I hear her nails rake the sheet, panting, “Daddy.”

My dick pushes against her back, and I feel the wetness covering my head as I leak pre-cum against her softly scented skin. “You feel so nice, baby. You like Daddy touching you? You want Daddy to touch you, baby?” I use a second finger to penetrate and stretch, and she muffles her gasp against the pillow. “Is this where you want your Daddy to touch you?” I curl and stroke: curl and stroke.

A wicked vice grips my fingers in pleasurable waves. The head of my dick has its own pulse, screaming to replace those lucky digits. Sliding them out with a wet puckering sound, I suck her cum off. Fuck, she tastes like freshly picked strawberries, morning dew clinging and bringing with it an earthy musk that only belongs to her.

I fist my cock and guide it through her folds, using the dark to enhance the feeling of her scorching heat. Twisting her body, our lips brush and collide. She opens with ease. Soft, pliant, mine to love. Her tongue is a pillow, gliding and needy. As good as it feels, drawing her turgid peak into my mouth sates another hunger. Sucking and lathing, her back arches up.

Taking advantage of her position, I stretch my blunt head into her entrance and stretch her smooth pussy lips wide to take me. I push with slow, smooth strokes. Groaning against her breast as she fights for a breath. “Daddy?”

Pushing deeper, her flesh grips my length. I don’t know if it’s my blood or her body, but the fire blazing in my veins is intolerable. I need more. I want to be consumed by her until I am ash. “Fuck, baby, you’re on fire. A little more, baby. Take your Daddy. Mmm, what a good girl. Such a good girl for Daddy.” The words are strung together, murmured against her skin as her fingers scrape through my hair and she cups my neck.

With one determined thrust, I slam to my hilt, forcing the rest of my cock into her depths, slapping my hand over her mouth to hide her scream. “Sshhh.” She nods in understanding, her lips bouncing off mine.

Using my body to show her what pleasure is. Slow, hard thrusts. Fast, short spears. Plying her nipples with my fingers; they’re hard and cut the air when she heaves—pushing her onto her back, dropping to my elbows to keep our bodies close. I’ll have plenty of opportunities to fuck this flower. Tonight is special. I want my baby girl’s first time to be one she’ll never forget. Loving my baby girl is what will bring her back for more.

Rolling and plunging, she lifts to meet my hips. Our fucking might be gentle, but it isn’t soft. The wicked, subtle slap of wetness between our bodies is delicious. Her hands grip my arm and neck, clinging to me, panting. “Don’t pull out, Daddy. I want to feel you cum. Please, Daddy. This feels so good. Please.”

The request is euphoric and releases every endorphin. Climbing up my legs, twisting up and swirling back down my spine. I thrust hard; her exhales pitching higher. I swallow her cry as she cums. Her body grips and pulls my dick deeper, and I burrow deep, following the throes of ecstasy.

Her cry turns into a slow, lingering moan. Her entire body vibrates beneath me as my cock twitches with each spurt of my seed. Running a hand down her sweat-slicked skin, my body sank against hers. She takes most of my weight. “Do you have to leave, Daddy? I hate when you leave?”

I hate it, too. I want nothing more than to stay in this bed. Gripping her hip, I gently extricate our bodies, lying next to her and using my fingers to draw tiny circles around her abdomen before splaying my hand there. “I can stay until you fall asleep, baby. But you know I can’t sleep here. I’m sorry.”

Her sigh drips with longing. There’s no argument, thankfully. She rolls into me, and I wrap my arms around her, making her feel as safe as she had been the day she entered my world. Once asleep, I slip away in the darkness.

I clean up in the bathroom and check the time. There’s still enough time to catch a few hours of sleep before it’s time to work. As quietly as possible, I lift the covers to my side of the bed and settle. Next to me, there’s a shift in the mattress and an arm drapes over my chest. I cover my hand over the stroking thumb.

“You okay, baby?” The thick coating of sleep makes my husband’s voice sound like lust. It makes my cock twitch as if it hadn’t just been used in the best way. “You want some help with that?”

Before he gets any ideas and discovers that I still faintly smell our daughter’s cunt on my cock, I wrap my arms around him and snuggle close. “I’m perfect. Go back to sleep, love. Everything is perfect.”

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Dearest reader who stumbles upon my modest works. The real world HATES me (not really, but gods, am I consumed with it). I haven't given up; simply paused until I can once again add to the smutty smutness in this corner of the interwebs. I'll be finishing up a few stories and adding more because who doesn't love to read all the taboo?

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The Hunter 

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She's such a tease. A slut. Walking around my house, dressed like that. Short skirts. Daisy Dukes. White lacy panties covering her sweet looking slit. She knows I'm watching her. Bending over and looking for something on a lower shelf when she knows damn well it's not there. Reaching for top-shelf items when she's too short. It lifts those slutty skirts up over the plump curve of her ass. And she's just getting bolder and bolder since her mother decided to take off on a girls' trip to Europe for the summer. 

I'm trying to be good, but I'm fracturing. Tossing and turning every night. Waking in cold sweats to come drying on my sheets. Fucking wet dreams! She's turned me into a fucking pubescent teen. Her curves and sighs tattooed on my fucking brain. "Fuck," I grumble, tearing the bedsheets off the bed. I rinse off in the shower, hard again. My dick twitching turning into a needle, my body it's compass,  searching for north. I know where north is, and I can't do this dance anymore.

Walking down the dark hall, my chest thunders, blood soaring through my veins like a firestorm. It's warm. She lies in her bed wearing a loose tank. Slowly exposing her bottom half, pulling back the sheet. It catches my breath, the delicious ivory landscape of her body in the moonlight. Another surge, and my stomach tightens, my tip starts leaking with need. I palm her bare ass and give it a thorough squeeze. My fingertips glide to thick pussy lips waxed bare. Drawing my middle finger between the folds, a noise chokes my throat at the heat. Thumbing the clear pre-cum around my head. 

A brittle noise comes from her as she stirs, and I push a finger into her tight hole to my first knuckle, stroking. She's so fucking tight I can't fathom how good it's going to feel stretching this tease of a hole around me. Another little noise, this is a moan. She loves getting touched in her sleep. I'm giving her salacious dreams, feeling her getting wetter and hotter. 

Patience isn't anything I've ever been good at. It explains why I became a father at too young an age. And why I'm sliding behind my daughter rubbing the throbbing head of my dick through those puffy, aroused pussy lips of hers. Her heat climbs up me like ivy on steroids. Tendrils of pleasure wrapping around my limbs and pulsing like a heart. Her cunt is so fucking tight as I notch at her entrance, guiding myself. "So fucking hot, baby. Fuck, you're so tight for Daddy." I whisper against her neck. Her short curls caressing my cheek as I kiss her fluttering pulse. I push in deeper and groan.

Sliding my hand under her shirt, thumbing over her nipple, already hard. I pearl it with my fingers as I slowly stroke in and out, giving her all of me one excruciating inch at a time. I feel her body tighten as she stirs. "What? What's happening?" Sleepy fear curls around her, as does my hand around her throat. I thrust to my hilt, pulling out and slamming deep. Her scream dies beneath the pressure of my fingers, cutting her off.     

"You've been asking for this. You got your wish, baby. You teased that body around me one too many times." I lick up her neck, fucking her with unforgiving thrusts. 

Wave after wave of heat and pleasure consume me as her tears carve a path over my fingers. Her tight moans betray her. I move my hand back to her full tit, exploring her body, circling her clit, that's swollen with arousal. "Daddy." She says my name as if it's a prayer now. No more ministrations from my tease of a daughter. No. From her, I get erotic pants and rolling hips. I put more pressure on her sweet bud, and she falls apart in my arms. Her cunt clenches me so tight I can't stroke through it. Her walls fanning up and down my shaft as her body shakes, her scream coming out in small staccato breaths. 

She helps me take off her tank. On her back I mouth and suck at her tits. Lathing her pert tips as she fists my hair. Holding her spread wide, I watch the junction of our bodies. Watch the slick glisten of her cunt as she coats my shaft in her cream after I make her come again. Driving her body into the mattress, pounding my way to release. The grunts and moans we make mix with the wet slap of our bodies. I'm close. So fucking close. The twisting spiral drawing up my balls. 

I stroke her clit, needing her cunt to milk me. "Give it to me, baby. Come for Daddy."

"Daddy, don't come in me. You shouldn't." She tries to push against my chest, as I flick and caress that bundle of nerves, and she can't fight it. The moment she falls it takes two thunderous strokes, and I sink deep and hard. Pulsing my seed into her virgin cunt. Growling and making dark, primal sounds that live in my chest. "Daddy." So much fear and concern are laced in my name. 

I skim the tip of my nose down the bridge of hers. Our breaths mingle as I taste her lips and mouth for the first time. Coaxing her seam open to let me in and sliding my tongue to explore and cement what we've done. What I've done. 

Once I've caught my breath I draw out of her, leaving her dripping with my spend, taking in the sight of her freshly fucked body. "There was no tapping out of this one, baby. You teased the bull. It was time the bull showed you what would happen." I cage her head between my hands, dipping down for another kiss. She doesn't resist, her hands exploring my body in thanks.  

And the summer is just beginning.

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The mid-summer party is winding down, but Edson’s fraternal twin brother Erik, his nephew Nate, and son Philip have settled into their seats around the small bonfire. A flask is being shared amongst the men, and Erik is regaling stories to their sons. Times when Edson and Erik had debauched their way through college. The sharing of women and girls eager to please. All the eager sluts that would do anything to be a on one of the arms of a Hogan brother, magnates to an empire of old money and power.

Rules didn’t belong to them and the shit they got away with was tantamount or more to their father.

He felt it was his duty to share his knowledge. To pass on to his son the wisdom in ways to conquer. Take what you want when you want. The boys were in their final year of university and had barely soiled their oats.

Edson and Erik had a particular taste, and it wasn’t for the loveless marriages they were forced into for the good of their father’s company. Yes, they provided the required heirs but also enjoyed their many dalliances. It was a good time for them to share this experience with their hale offspring.

“Ah, what perfect timing you have, Lily.” Edson smiles at his daughter. It’s disarming as always. He takes pride in the fact that his attention makes his newly minted eighteen-year-old blush. Even in the dancing flames of the fire, she can’t hide how much she adores the attention. “I hope you’ve enjoyed the festivities we’ve put on for you, darling. Forgive us if we’ve separated ourselves from the pack. We needed a bit of male camaraderie as we don’t all get to be together like this often.”

“Not at all, Daddy. I wanted to check if you all needed anything. Everyone is headed out or going to bed.” Her smoky tone burned and warmed like a hearty scotch. Watching her cross the path, her swim wrap dancing loosely at her hips. The red bikini showing off the plump curve of her tits through the laced cotton, the contour of her tight ass unhidden from the thong she wore. He felt his cock pulse as she bent down to kiss her uncle Erik on the cheek. “Thank you for coming, Uncle.”

He cupped his hand around her thigh, fingers brushing that line between leg and ass cheek, stroking. “Now, Lily. You know how I do love doting on my niece. Join us, love. We’d be enraptured to hear about your ongoings and prospects as it may be. I didn’t get to talk with you as much as I had hoped earlier.”

She stood, her breath coming a bit quicker when he didn’t remove his hand but continued to stroke the back of her leg, pulling her a bit closer. Nervously, she tucked her long, thick waves behind her ears, her voice thready. “Oh, I um.” She looked at Edson, her brother and cousin, sitting back with eager eyes that devoured her form. Edson knew she could feel the rake of their stare in the way she squeezed her thighs together.

“Yes, darling. I believe it’s only fair since he came all this way and bought you such a beautiful gift.” Edson licked his lips, observing her. He knew he’d find another way to make her stay if he had to. Nothing like using the foundations of obligatory guilt against her. He leaned forward, arms on his knees, motioning to his brother, glancing at his son and nephew, who patiently observed the masters at play.

Lily shuddered a little, her breath catching with a nod. “Sure. Yes, you’re right, Daddy.” She turned to find no open seat available. She moved to sit on the ground, and Erik tsked with a shake of his head.

“Beautiful girls like you shouldn’t have to sit on the ground. No, love, come here.” He gentled his large hands on her hips and pulled her back into his lap. “There. That’s better, don’t you think?”

Lily’s hazel eyes are wide, seeking mine for an answer to a question she’s afraid to voice. She shouldn’t because she wouldn’t like his answer. Erik’s hands stay her escape, her cover hiked up, his fingers casually stroking nearer her pubic bone, where Edson knows she’s freshly waxed because he footed the extravagant bill for her spa day. Little did she know that she had asked the clinician to groom her as he wanted her. Convincing her it was what all the young women were doing these days.

“Tell me, sister,” Philip’s brow arches, his playing innocent is a sight that makes his father proud. “Will you follow in your big brother’s footsteps and join us next year?”

“Oh, please say yes,” Nate adds with a bored sigh. “It’s so pedestrian, and we want to play with someone new, Lily.”

She’s too stiff, afraid to let down her guard. He motioned with his chin to the flask in Philip's hand to pass it to her. “I shouldn’t.” Shaking her head, biting her lip, looking at Edson as if he’d disapprove.

He smiled, “Relax, love. You’ve earned it.”

When she moves it to her lips, Erik tips the flask so she swallows back a few more swigs. “Good girl. You need to catch up with us.” His tone is playful still, his other hand moving to her stomach, splaying his hand in a gentle caress. “That’s it, love.”

Lily shivers, the overwhelming heat shooting through her system. “My God, it’s like jet fuel.” She makes a face, and all the men laugh in agreement. “Ugh.”

“You get used to it. One more, darling. It’ll warm you right up.” Erik smirks, the orange flames turning his eyes into those of a servant of darkness. She licks her lips again, meeting the eyes of the others, all fixed on her. She shifts in Erik’s lap, and a tiny gasp escapes. He holds the flask to her lips, encouraging her to take four more long gulps. He brushes back her hair, breathes in her scent at her neck and kisses her shoulder. “Good girl, darling. You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” He works his hand south, skimming her swim bottoms, tucking his pinky beneath the material. “Such a fucking good girl.”

“Of course she is. Our Lily doesn’t have a reason not to be. Isn’t that right, love?” Edson stands up, crowding her to rest her back against Erik’s chest as he reaches for the flask. His growing erection is a shadowed ridge against his shorts.

Her fingers shake, passing the leather-covered flask to her father. “Nnn-no, Daddy.” With featherlight fingers, he lifts her chin to meet his hungry gaze. “What can you do to say thank you to your Uncle Erik and Cousin Nate, Lily? Do you need your Daddy to help you decide the required amount of appreciation? And you know, your brother and I helped, Lily. You should thank us as well. That’s what a good girl does. She thanks her family for all they’ve provided for her: your pretty clothes, cars and the best schools.

Edson can see her throat hammer as he pushes his legs between hers. Erik slides his hands to her inner thighs, spreading her legs over his, essentially trapping her there. Her breathing is erratic, and the thrum of his desire equals that of the others. Edson takes another swig and tosses it back to his son. Cupping his daughter's soft jaw, stroking his thumb over her plump lips, he sighs. “I always thought you had a pretty mouth, Lily. Do you know what pretty mouths are for, darling?”

She’s panting now, her body tense and squirming against his brother. Edson knows it’s making Erik hard and that she can feel what her subtle movement is doing to him.

Erik runs his nose along her arched neck, grabbing her cover-up and peeling it off her. He fills his hands with her breasts, pinching her nipples through the skimpy material. A terrified mewl escapes her throat. Edson unzips his fly and releases his trapped erection, stroking from base to tip and back. Leaning forward, caging her now, he traces his leaking tip along her pillow lips. “Show me what pretty mouths are for, Lily.”

She relents, her lashes fluttering as she opens, and Edson pushes into her mouth with an appreciative groan. He slides against her tongue and goes deeper. Holding her shocked gaze to his, he slowly pumps his hips. “You’re so beautiful, Lily. Doesn’t she look brilliant, boys? Suck on him, Lily. Say thank you to your Daddy.” Erik coaxes as he moves his hand to her mound, rubbing in tight circles, feeling the fabric slowly soak up the budding desire.

Edson pulls out with a loud pop, pushing back in, holding her jaw where he wants her, gently fucking and luxuriating in the heat of his daughter’s mouth. She sucks around him sealing his shaft and he pushes deeper hitting the back of her throat. Her gag and struggle only make him probe her more. “Fuck, darling. You’re so fucking good at this.”   

Philip and Nate are on either side of Erik, pulling off her top to fondle and suck on her tight, dark nipples. Erik slides the wet material to the side and dips his fingers through her folds, and she moans with the tiniest sob. “She’s fucking wet, Edson. Hot and wet.”

“Is she tight? I need to know how tight, brother.” Edson’s voice has darkened as black as the night, fucking into her mouth.

She wriggles against Erik’s probing finger and cries around Edson’s shaft. Philip and Nate have each taken an arm, pinning her down to Erik as they assault her with their mouths and teeth, stroking their eager erections through their shorts. Lily’s sob breaks the night as Erik penetrates to the first knuckle and swears. “I think she’s a virgin, Edson. You want me to break her in?”

Edson knows he is king of all her surveys and looks at his brother. “No.” He sees what he wants and motions to the others. He vacates her gasping mouth, stepping back, kicking out of his shorts and yanking off his shirt from the back collar. “Hold her down.” Pent-up lust, months of fantasies, are all about to be expelled and brought to life. He grips the top string of her bikini and snaps it off her, followed by the bottoms. He kneels between her legs, looking into eyes that are trying to decide if she wants this or if she should fight. Fighting it would be pointless. She has to know that with the way the others are keeping her still.

With a long, wide tongue, Edson licks deep through her silken, wet folds. Her pussy waxed bare, a small patch of dark curls adorn above the hood of her clit. He buries his face into her cunt, licking and eating her out until she’s riding his face and moaning from the back of her throat. Philip and Nate are taking turns fucking her mouth while Erik roughly plays with her tits. “You taste amazing, Lily.”

Erik smacks a breast and she whimpers around her brother’s thick, veiny dick. “Thank your Daddy for complimenting you, love.”

Between deep breaths, saliva coating her face, she looks glassy-eyed at Edson. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“That’s better,” Erik caresses her tit and angles her mouth to take her in a deep, exploring kiss, leaving the two to stroke their cocks patiently waiting. “Doesn’t Daddy’s tongue feel good on that little cunt of yours, Lily? You enjoy thanking us for your birthday gifts?” His voice is as dark as his brother’s.

Edson sucks on her clit relentlessly, toying with her untarnished hole with his fingertip. She starts sucking hard on Nate and he’s groaning, fucking her mouth.  She comes with a choking scream, her muscles shaking uncontrollably, thighs fighting against Edson and Erik, forcing her open. Nate’s grunts are low as he pulses into her mouth.

Come dribbles from the corners of her lips, and he growls at her. “Swallow it, slut.” He strokes his throbbing member.

Philip smacks him across the face. “She’s not a slut. Lily is our precious gift, Nate. Don’t speak so ill of my sister.”

“Listen to your cousin, son.” Erik admonishes. “Ask nicely, and Lily will be more than accommodating in drinking you down.” His thumb strokes her throat, encouraging her to swallow in big gulps as he says it.

Nate stares at her, pupils blown, eating up the green of his irises. “Apologies, Lily. Swallow for me, please, love.” He pulls out when he’s spent, scooping the escaped globs and pushing it back into her mouth. “Lick me clean, love. Good girl.” She sucks his fingers to his liking, continuing to tremble as she recovers from her orgasm.

Her knees buckle, so Edson scoops her up. Lying her out on the extra-large lounge by the pool. He wastes no time, caging and pressing his body to hers. Her sweet pants burst over his lips as he takes her mouth with his. Long and languid, he strokes and swirls his tongue around hers, dominating her every move and breath. He guides her arms above her head, and Philip cuffs her wrists with his long, mountain-climbing fingers. Calloused and strong, he whispers in her ear. “Been thinking about your pussy for so long, little sister. You have to know how often I jerk off to you.”

The alcohol has properly flooded her veins now, her face flush and body more than pliant. Edson reaches between them, guiding his dripping cock through her folds and notching against her wicked heat. He penetrates slowly, and she cries out, arching to escape the pain. Edson gives her more of his weight, trapping her beneath his barrel-chested body. A businessman at heart and a natural in the boardroom, he’s built like a bricklayer or a lumberjack. He works on his strength in the real world, not a gym. “Be a good girl, darling. Don’t fight Daddy.” Edson pants, pushing into extreme heat. Her cunt doesn’t want to let him in and that doesn’t do. Not at all. “Gag her, Nate. We don’t need her screams alerting anyone to our little party. I want to keep it to the four of us.”

Philip smirked, digging Lily’s torn bikini from his pocket, wadding it and stuffing it in her mouth. “Just until it feels good, Lily.”

Edson pushes deeper, stretching her fisting channel. “That’s it, darling. Just like that.” He croons, stroking his fingers at her cheeks, wiping away her thick tears. Her muffled sobs only feed the men more. After another grinding thrust, Edson’s cock breaks through her hymen and he sinks deep. Stroking in and out until. Her cunt pulses and flutters and he reaches between them to attend to her swollen clit. With long thrusts, he builds his daughter’s need, making her body betray what she thinks is right and wrong. She has to learn that this is right. Pleasing the men in her family, serving them as they see fit. She arches again, her bowing body giving way to his pleasure. Edson’s thick hilt grinds against her. Completely sheathed, he fucks in earnest. Using the full mass of his body to pound the memory of his dick into the smoldering embers of her brain.

Erik replaces Philip, holding her down by her elbows, sliding his cock into her mouth. Once she stops fighting, they toss her around, getting her on her hands and knees, taking turns spit-roasting her. Fucking hard and deep, making her choke on their cocks. Nate is hard again, sliding beneath, and fucking her from below.  

“I want to stretch her pussy, Uncle Edson.” Nate pinches her nipples and she whimpers around Erik’s dick as he ravages her throat, grunting and sweating.

Philip strokes, watching as Edson positions behind Lily after pushing her down to Nate’s hilt, her chest flush to his. “Hold her tight.” He rubs her back and whispers gently, “Breathe, darling. Daddy’s going to break your pussy now.” And he knows it’s going to hurt. It’s going to wreak havoc and pain most tantalisingly. None of them is small or thin. No, the Hogan family is blessed with thick, long, veiny cocks that are more than enough on their own. Two at the same time is ruinous. And oh, how he craves to ruin his daughter for her birthday. To turn her into his plaything.

He hasn’t told her he has no intention of sending her off to university. No, this fine piece of ass will be ordered to stay in his house and his bed to be bred appropriately. He’s paid the right people. Scruples aren’t in his vocabulary.

“Here.” Philip tosses him a packet of lube from his discarded shorts. “You taught me always to be prepared.” The fire turns his grin into that of a mischievous god.

Edson rips it open and coats his shaft, sliding his fingers along his nephew’s dick, stretching her hole with his fingers. The rest hold back, waiting as he presses in. She cries again and moves forward.

Nate squeezes her to him, his lips to her ear. “Shshshshsh. Breathe, baby. Give us that pretty pussy. Think about that time when we played hide and seek with our friends. We were what, twelve, thirteen? We hid so well that they gave up looking for us. So you and I played, touching and exploring and kissing. You promised me that I could stick it in you another time after you sucked me off. I didn’t make you swallow my come that day, did I? You let me shoot it all over your little budding tits. You let me finger your wet pussy.”

“Is that right?” Erik asks, while Philip and Edson are pleased to learn this little incriminating knowledge. “Did you enjoy sucking my son’s cock, Lily?”

Her sobs turn into throaty pants as Edson works his way inside her. It’s so fucking tight he can’t believe the bliss he’s experiencing. He leans back to watch as Nate works in and out. Erik guides her hand around him, helping her stroke him while she sucks deep on her brother.

Nate is breathing hard, and his hips are losing rhythm. “Is she on birth control?”

“She better not be.” Edson growls. “That shit isn’t allowed in my house.” He fists Lily’s hair, “Are you defying your Daddy? Breaking my rule? Your womb better be fertile and ready.”

Her mouth releases her brother with a wet pop. “No, Daddy. I. No. Please. Please don’t.”

“Don’t what? Come in your virgin cunt? Darling, this is how you thank the men in your family.” Edson lets her go, leaving oval bruises on her hips, stilling, so Nate can take his prize. The beating pulse of his shaft against Edson is sublime, the pressure and slide a thundering sensation. He slips free, his come added lubricant.

Edson hauls her off him and slams her on her back and plunges deep. “Look at me, darling. Look at Daddy when he comes inside you.” Lily’s eyes are half-lidded, arching up to meet his thrusts. Her lush pants grow louder and erotic. “You like that, Lily? Taking all this cock.”

Her lips tuck between her teeth, her moan one long hum. As she comes around his cock, Edson thrusts to the hilt and fills her cunt with his load, grinding and rolling his hips, drawing out her shuddering orgasm. Sharing hot sighs, eyes searching, glazed and blown with lust. She touches his mouth, and he kisses her fingertips. With another quivering breath, she combs the hair at his nape, pulling him closer for a kiss. She whispers against his lips, slurring, “Thank you, Daddy.”

The moment he slides out of her, Erik pins her legs back with his arms and hammers hard. He’s fit and relentless and built like his brother. Lily won’t be able to walk, but that is not a concern for them now. He is a machine when it relates to fucking and he shows Lily how insatiable he is. Philip sits back, watching, his patience a virtue many could learn from. Covered in a sheen of sweat, Erik twists her body, legs together, using the tight squeeze of her body as a vise. He comes with a long, drawn-out curse, pulling out mid-stream to cover her tits in seed.

She’s shaking as Philip takes her. Covering her body with his, rolling and grinding against her clit with perfections. He kisses her like a lover, seducing her for the future. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Lily. You’re tight and make my dick feel so fucking good. Tell me how much you love it, baby. Tell me you want it again and again because we’re not going to stop. We’ve tasted you, you belong to us. Belong to Daddy.”

He twines his fingers with hers, caging their hands on either side of her head. He fucks as hard as his uncle. Her tits bouncing, nipples brushing his chest. Philip looks up to meet Edson’s eyes. He sees nothing but approval. It energises him and he fucks her harder. Their primal grunts mix with the wet slap of their bodies. Edson, Erik, and Nate encourage. Erik and Edson get hard again while Philip takes time with his sister. Covering her face and bouncing tits in thick ejaculate.

Philip comes with a toe-curling, body-arching cry. Filling his sister’s tight little cunt. Sweeping back his brown locks, shaking out the sweat. “That was fucking amazing. Shit.” He kisses her softly, brushing his lips along her jaw and temples. “Perfect.”

“Help me get her to the pool house, Philip. We need to clean her up before going back to the house.” Edson squeezes his shoulder with an affirming nod.

Lily is limp in their arms. They all showered off, taking turns holding her to clean up. Erik and Nate wave their goodbyes, kissing her on the forehead and thanking her for a wonderful time.

Philip helps her put on her swim cover before Edson scoops her up, and they head back to the mansion. “You need me to head off mother?”

Edson shakes his head. “She’s been sleeping in the east wing since you left for university.” He shrugs when Philip looks shocked. “We’ve never loved each other, Philip. We only ever loved you two. No. Lily will sleep in my bed tonight.”

“May I visit in the morning?”

Edson nods. “Of course. You don’t have to go back to campus for a few weeks. I have a lot planned for us, son. Much indeed.”

Philip grins, petting his sister’s head. “She was truly a gift tonight, wasn’t she, Father?”

“Yes. We’ll be having many more bonfires this summer. Many more.”

Philip pauses in the doorway to Edson’s suite. “Uncle Thomas arrives tomorrow, doesn’t he?”

“He does.” Edson nods, stripping Lily naked and tucking her into his bed. “And yes, he’ll be granted the same access as Erik, Nate, and you. I have no plans on keeping her from anyone in the family. She’s eighteen, now, Philip. Hogan women are meant to breed the next generation. We have to maintain our family’s values. I’ve taught you that.” He directs a stern eye to his son. “Do me a favour. Tell your cousin he’s to sit out tomorrow. His comment about Lily was uncalled for. You were right in correcting his behaviour.”

Philip grins, “Thank you, Father.” A pause as he watches Lily breathe steadily. “Goodnight, Father.”

“Goodnight.” Edson closes the door, strips to the skin and climbs into bed. Wrapping his arm around her long frame, tucking her close, his most precious gift.

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It’s a little after nine. Edson’s been awake for some time, stroking Lily’s back. Tucked tight to his side, her leg wrapped around his, her hand clings to his hip. He feels the subtle change in her breathing, the waking twitch of her body. He rolls them over, settling between her spread legs. Forearms wrapped beneath her shoulders, he brackets her head with his hands. He presses his lips to the gentle pulse of her throat. Rolling his hips, dragging his length through her folds, waking her body in other primal ways.

She moans, her hands gripping his hips, rocking against his shaft, seeking her fix. Edson knows what she craves even if she won’t admit it to him. His darling girl enjoyed getting fucked and coming with a cock buried in her cunt. Slowly, her eyes open, fixing and watering as she searches his face.

Edson angles his next teasing stroke to catch her entrance with his head and pushes into her maddening, tight heat. Her nails leave crescent moons on his hips as he stretches her to fit and mould to him. He takes his time studying the tiny muscle movements of pain and pleasure that tighten and slacken her face as he works in deeper and deeper. Her tight heat is welcoming and pulsing through his entire body.  

Lily stiffens beneath him, shaking her head, her mind betraying her. “This isn’t… This isn’t right, Daddy.”

Her hip gives beneath his palm as he presses her into the bed. Turning his long strokes into short, onerous ones. Driving her into bed, giving her a thorough fucking. “I tell you what’s right. And you’ll learn your place in this family, darling.” His words are tight as delicious pleasure snakes around him. He curls around her, using his mass to overpower, wrapping his fingers around her throat, ravishing a body that betrays her. Her silk arousal makes it easier to chase his pleasure. Mauling her tits with his mouth and teeth, leaving his mark of bruises along the underside of her breasts.

“What’s right,” he grunts. Drawing out to his tip, he slams a moan out of her. “Is my cock.” Slam. “Between your.” Slam. “Spread legs.”  She reaches back for the headboard, pushing against it, and he drives deeper. Her channel squeezes and milks his generous shaft. The punch and draw of his orgasm peaks and explodes. His seed paints her insides as her body continuously betrays, drawing him deeper, taking what it needs from him.

She sinks into the mattress, holding back a sob, her lips quivering. He pinches her chin, gently, angling her, slanting his mouth to hers and exploring and swallowing her sob. “This is your new normal, Lily. You’ll sleep here from now on. We’ll fuck here every time I want. You belong to me in every way now. And you will do and say what I tell you to. If you don’t, you won’t like what happens.” Understanding, she nods and turns her gaze away, and he pushes off her. “Go clean yourself up. I’m going to have Sophia deliver your breakfast to the room. Your brother will be by in a bit. I told him he was welcome to you this morning.” A cocky grin sets his shoulders back and he takes a cleansing sigh. “I could tell last night how eager he was to ride your perfect cunt again. After he’s done, you’ll soak and rest. I need you to be presentable for later.”

Sitting up, she tries to hide her nakedness. Edson yanks back the sheet. “No. I’m admiring you, darling. Don’t cover up.” He climbs from the bed and pulls on a pair of linen drawstring pants. “Your Uncles Thomas, Tory and the rest of your cousins are arriving later this evening. You’ll be on your best behaviour, Lily.”

He holds out his hand to help her from the bed, and she at first hesitates but then takes it. “Where’s mother?”

Edson snorts with derision. “Why? Do you think she’ll help you out of claiming your birthright?” He shakes his head. “Your mother knew what was coming and left this morning. She made a show in front of everyone at your party, packed her bags, and left. If she returns or not, I couldn’t care less. She’s whore who’s spent the last fifteen years fucking the help.” Lily’s utter shock makes him chuckle. “You didn’t know?” Edson shakes his head. “Your brother figured it out years ago.”            

“Are you being serious?”

“She tried to seduce your Uncle Erik after his divorce from Shelly. He exposed her to the entire family. She’s tainted and a traitor to this family. I should have been rid of her years ago. But divorce as head of this family is costly.” He gives her a tentative smile. “I’ve been waiting for this day for quite some time, darling. Now, be a good girl and prepare for Philip.”

Edson makes a call to the kitchen and orders up breakfast. It arrives before Philip does. Lily picks at her food and looks maudlin. “Eat, Lily.” He cuts into his food, layering bites onto his fork before savouring the talents of his chef. She lets out a defeatist sigh, cleaning most of her plate. Edson glances up occasionally to watch her as he scrolls through his phone, answering a swarm of emails. Blotting his mouth with a napkin, he says, “Wait on the bed if you’ve finished, darling.”

Lily moves silently, crawling onto the freshly made bed, flopping to her stomach with a groan, propping her head in her hands, feet swaying. “What will the staff think? If I’m sleeping in here with you. Knowing you’re fucking me.” She hesitated on the word fucking. Edson knows what she wanted to say, and he almost wishes she had said it. After all, that's precisely what they did to her last night—enjoying every tantalising moment.

“The staff are paid a very healthy salary to keep what they see or suspect to themselves. No one will bat an eyelash at what happens here. If Sophia suspects anyone to be problematic, she’ll dismiss them. Why do you ask?” He studies her vacant face as she shakes her head.

“I only wondered, Daddy.” There’s an edge to her voice that Edson needs to curb immediately.

“I’ll expect you to be on your best behaviour while your uncles and cousins are here, Lily. If it truly becomes too much, you’ll tell me or Philip. But it doesn’t get you out of serving this family as their needs require it. There is no choice other than to be a proper good girl and to do as I say.”

She sits up, all indignation. “I’m to be a mindless incubator? A mare to be bred? Is that it?”

Edson stalks to the bed, shoves her down and rolls her onto her stomach. Throwing back the silk robe covering her and swats her ass with thunderous clap. She yelps and starts crying. Edson closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “You’ll obey me and cease with this abhorrent, bratty behaviour.” He spanks her one more time leaving a enflamed red imprint of his hand on her ass, barking at Philip to enter when he knocks on the door.

“You’re late, son.”

Philip looks refreshed and hungry when he sees Lily on the bed. “Apologies, Father. Nate wasn’t feeling well, and Uncle Erik had left to pick up the others.”

“Your sister earned herself a punishment. If you wish to continue, I leave it in your hands.” He looked to Lily on the bed, wiping away her tears and rubbing her ass. “Use some of the lube in the drawer. Her cunt’s a bit swollen from last night and this morning.”

Lily swallowed. Philip nodded, loosening the string of his pants, letting them swoosh to the floor and stepping out of them. Edson left through the double doors open and sat on the couch.

Philip stroked his steel member, peeling Lily out of the silk and lace robe. “I want you every day, Liliy.” His voice drops into something aphotic, and even at a distance. He stands at the edge of the bed, palming her pussy and rubbing. “Every girl I’ve ever fucked, I pretended they were you. You were my first wet dream, Lily.” He drops to his knees, wrapping her legs over his shoulders, and eats her out until she’s writhing and panting and violently arches off the bed as she comes.

While this is happening, Edson explains the finer details to Sophia about the meals he wants for the family and that there should be as little interference with staff as possible while they’re here. She was here for his sister Moira’s final Bonfire and knows what the family requires. When he hangs up the phone, he finds Lily straddling Philip, his hands guiding her up and down his shaft as she whimpers, trying to take him deeper. “That’s it, baby. Fuck, so fucking good.” He plays with her tits, suckling until she’s arching back and grinding over his cock. “God, yes. Fuck me, Lily. Give your brother your sweet fucking cunt. So good. So mother fucking good.”

It's a sight to see, the way he controls her desire. She rides him like a queen, slowly falling apart. Throwing her head back, he slams her down, burying his face against her chest and chasing his orgasm on the heels of hers. Quickly flipping her onto her back, buried deep in her until his balls are empty. “You’re going to give us the most beautiful offspring, Lily. Do you know how special you are? Has Daddy told you?”

Her eyes slide closed, raking her hand through his hair. “I’m scared, Philip.”

Edson walks around the bed, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. “Don’t be, darling. There’s nothing to be scared of. You should take great pleasure in all of this.”

“My life.” Her voice is tight, and emotions quickly overwhelm her. “It’s not going to be what I thought it was. Everything is going to change.”

Edson shakes his head. “Call your Aunt Moira, Lily. She’ll have some advice to help you get through this.” He caresses her face.

A tender line creases between her brows. “Moira?”

“I told you that this is tradition, Lily.” Edson nods. “Our father was not a kind man. Her first initiation was a very violent one. Our uncles and father were twisted, cruel men. But my brothers and I have helped her thrive over the years. She fell in love and has a good life with your uncle Thomas. They’ve been together since her first Bonfire.”

Lily’s mouth falls open, closing it, swallowing and shaking her head in disbelief. “Is he the father of all her children?”

“No. It doesn’t make their love any less. A DNA test is performed to determine the sire after the birth. All of your uncles have fathered her children.”

“I have so many more questions.” Lily rubs her temples. “My head hurts.”

“Philip, draw your sister a bath. I’d like her to give her body time to recover.” Edson runs his fingers up and down her chest, lazily circling her nipple. “Save your questions after the week is done, darling.”

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Edson greets his brothers and nephews. Obligatory welcomes, back pats, and easy chit chat. They’re all shown their rooms and told to be ready for dinner and drinks at seven. Once that’s settled, he goes to his office and reviews business accounts for two of his firms and then speaks with his lawyer. Lily got him thinking that perhaps it was time for him and Kate to part ways permanently. With the prenup violated years ago, he could have divorced her, leaving her penniless. But he wanted her in the kids' lives. Now that Lily turned eighteen, Kate could fuck off. His lawyer confirmed all the NDA’s she signed; he’s more than covered.      

Philip escorts his sister to dinner. Edson braided her hair and gave her two choices of outfits. She chose the violet lace and silk robe that hid nothing and refused to let her wear panties. “They’re going to stare at me, Daddy.”

He knuckles her chin and softly kisses her. “That’s the entire point, darling. They’re here to fuck. Show them the beauty they’re getting.”

 Everyone was given the same suitable attire—no shirts and white linen drawstring pants to be worn without undergarments. Lily blanches at the table full of virile men, all looking at her as if she’s the grand prize to be won for the evening. And she’d be right. She doesn’t understand that she is a cherished prize. Once she realises that, this will be easier for her.

While all imbibe in drinks, party favours are brought out. Most everyone is bumping lines of coke, easily manipulating her into partaking. Once dinner concludes, and the alcohol is flowing, Lily is laughing, petting and eating up the attention she’s receiving. Wandering mouths and hands tease, making her giggle. Sewell pulls her into his lap, forcing her to straddle him. He wastes no time kissing her mouth hard, her fingers sifting through his long black hair. He’s a natural flirt and has always been infatuated with his cousin. With long adept fingers he slowly unties her robe, exposing her heavy, pert tits, palming and squeezing, stroking his thumbs over her nipples.

“Tell me, Little Lily. What did you think when Uncle Edson made you bleed all over his cock last night? Did you cry, little flower? Are you going to cry when I sink deep and hard into your taught fucking body. You going to moan for me? Scream my name when I make you come?” Sewell isn’t the only one making a low noise of appreciation as her head falls back. She has no answer, gripping his neck and grinding against his massive Hogan cock. The linen barrier barely keeping him from fucking her at the table.

Lily moans. “It hurt. Daddy made my pussy hurt. Erik, Nate, and Philip. They all filled me, made it hurt and made me cry.” She bites her lip, angling her hips, building her orgasm. “Mmm, they made me like it. They all filled me with thick, pearly come.” She nearly climaxes, and Edson stops her.            

Edson clears his throat, planting a hand to halt her chase. “Not yet. Save it.” The room quiets as Thomas clinks his glass with a knife. “Most of you are new to the Bonfire Birthday. Welcome, Hogan men, to expanding our family.” They all toast in cheer, their faces flush with need as they watch Lily succumb to the potent mix she’s taken. “Everyone gets two rounds this evening. DVP is allowed but not without prep. Nate and I pushed her limits last night. No anal unless it’s just a finger. She hasn’t been broken that way yet, and I claim that right as her father. If you try, you’re out and have to wait for the next Bonfire.” They all agree without complaint, which makes Edson think that his brothers told their sons that Edson’s rules were law. “You can tie her up with what’s been provided. Spanking with hands, no paddles, no floggers. I don’t run a kink club. You can fuck as long, as hard, as long as you want it to take. The goal is to impregnate her. If you want your ejaculate to go somewhere else, clean it up. If you have further questions, ask me.”

“What if she says no? Like, no. We’ve all talked about it. Do we call it what this is? Are we all okay with this?” This is from Kyle and his brother Kieran nodding.

“Yes.” Kyle sits, reality crashing into him, and Tory continues. “If you don’t want to partake in how this family performs this rite and secures its line, by all means, you know where your room is.”

Edson cups Lily’s jaw, stroking the heavy pulse at her neck. “Erik and I will determine if it shouldn’t happen. You’re all here to breed my daughter, but you won’t take advantage. Do your fucking job and use those dicks that god gave you.” Edson wraps his hand around her throat and yanks her up and back to his bare, barrel-chested torso. She grapples with his hand, flailing and fighting for air. “I’ll show you all how it’s done.”

“Daddy.” That one word in that fragile tone is asking so many questions. Edson drags her, toes scraping the floor, looking for purchase. “The fun is just beginning, darling. Stop fighting, or it’ll hurt, Lily.” He pushes open the doors to the playroom like a king entering his throne room. The men slowly parade behind him, and a customised square bed sits in a sunken area in the centre of the room. Like a small coliseum, they’ve come to watch the games. Hanging off the four posters are thick leather straps with buckle cuffs. Edson doesn’t bother with those this time around.

By the time he’s bent her over the edge of the mattress, slamming her down, he’s thrusting inside her. The wet fisting of his cock turns his cock into long velvet covered steel. He pins her down and takes his pleasure in a furious and violent fuck. Throat-choking gasps are ground out of her as he welcomes pulsing release. He watches as cock dance, pumping her with her first load of seed. Shoving away, he leaves her whimpering and dripping, slipping against the edge of the bed to the floor. “If anyone treats her less kindly than that, you’ll answer to me.” He sucks in a deep breath, chugging a bottle of water that his brother Tory hands him. “Thanks.” He gulps it down until the plastic is cracking. “Sewell. Make my darling girl feel good. You’re next.”

Sewell tucks back his shoulder, skimming hair and pushes out of the bottoms that carry a wet stain on them from where Lily was grinding on him. His honed body is in peak condition. His quiet voice and presence are strengths, making up for his lack of size like his father, Tory or Edson. “Thank you, Uncle.” He strokes his dark dick. It sets him apart from the Hogan men, his tawny skin that he got from his Indian mother. He’s the most beautiful mix of his parents. The natural curve of his cock will treat Lily to something unforgettable.

 Tossing a pillow in the centre, Sewell picks Lily up and guides her onto the bed with probing, controlling kisses. He bends Lily over it, leaving her ass raised. With deft fingers, he cuffs her wrists and ankles, tying her spread-eagled. He draws his fingers through her folds, rubbing around Edison’s come. “I’m going to make you come and beg for more, baby.”

Sewell’s seduction is a work of art that even Edson could learn from. He works Lily into a panting frenzy, fucking with finesse, working them into a drenching sweat.

The rest of the night was a revolving door of cock. The room was rank with the smell of sex, semen, and sweat. Edson sent all but Erik and Tory to bed. They helped clean and keep Lily hydrated. They iced some of her deeper bruises and were prepared to finish off the late night with a chaste kiss. But she twined her fingers in each hand and led them to Edson’s extra-large bed. Tucked her between their bodies. Working together inside her, they stretched and filled their precious niece, letting her set the gentle pace. Edson watched his brothers love her like they loved their sister Moira. Lily clings to them, giving and taking. They swallow and taste her pants and moans.

“Fuck, this is so good, baby. You want me to make you come, honey? It’ll help you, I promise.” Erik croons in her ear as she pants against Tory’s neck. She whines and nods her head. Erik reaches around her hip, circling her clit. It’s swollen and overused. He barely rubs her, and she’s shaking and arching. Their large bodies keep her wedged in place and Erik sinks deeper, frotting his brother’s cock, the both take longer strokes.

Tory pushes her against Erik, suckling her nipples as they chase the pleasure she’s offering them. Edson leans back in his chair, unable to be completely enraptured by how his daughter is pleasuring his brothers. He pushes his pants down his hips and starts stroking his engorged dick, his balls heavy as he cups and teases them. Her tight whimpers and little breaths are the sounds he chases. Tory’s thrusts turn into something tight and frantic. His dark grunt spirals Lily into an orgasm she wants to run from. Her voice hoarse, fighting Erik’s grip as he holds back her arm. Erik follows. He’s silent, his body tense as he completes the triangle.

Edson feels the string wind tight and hot come streaks up his chest and around his milking hand. His heart thundered in satisfaction.                                  

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I never realised how bad it was until I left for college. Barely into my first semester, parents weekend, and they tell me they’re getting divorced. They give me the “No one’s to blame” spiel. But I know better, watching my Dad, and the dull light in his dark brown eyes. Mom is leaving him and taking some of his life with her.

Within weeks, I knew the whole truth when I ran into Mom at a dance club, attached to a man with more than lips. A man at least a decade younger than she is. It freaks me out and pisses me off, not for the apparent age difference but for knowing the blatant truth that this isn’t something new to her, the ink barely dry on the divorce papers. No, she’s been stepping out on my Dad for who knows how long.

After that, things turn sour between us, and she’s clueless about why. I didn’t confront her. I didn’t have the stomach to. I saw the way Dad treated her. The thought and work he put into their relationship. It meant nothing to her.

I can’t think about it. I have school. It’s too important.

I call Dad every weekend to check in. He says he’s trying to get out there but that it feels wrong. I tell him, “Chin up,” and that he shouldn’t be in a rush, not that I don’t want the man to be happy. He deserves to be, which brings me to this wild predicament I only imagined in my deepest, darkest thoughts.

After the last final of the semester, I’m on a plane home. He’s waiting for me in baggage claim with a sign that says “Favourite Girl” and a beaming smile. Those dark eyes of his seem to have found some sunshine. He’s trimmer, too.

“Someone’s been hitting the gym.” I guffaw at him.

He shakes his head. “It’s amazing what boredom does to a man.”

Not that my Dad was shabby. “You don’t need a six-pack to impress anyone.”

Cupping my face, his thumb strokes my jaw, and for an instant, a brief nanosecond of a heartbeat, my breath is stolen away by the intimacy of the touch. Looking in my eyes with a warmth I’ve never seen, he smirks. “I’m only ever trying to impress you from now on. Is that alright with you?”

A heat blisters my cheeks, and I shake my head. “You’re being corny. Take me home.”

A resigned exhale whispers across his lips, and he nods. “There’s a bad storm coming. I got supplies, expect to be homebound.”

I shrug it off. “I’m exhausted. I couldn't care less about seeing anyone from high school or socialising at this point. Give me a big bubble bath, a psychological thriller, and some boba, and I’m good.”

In the car, he reaches into the back seat and pulls something out of a bag. “The newest Freida McFadden? Holy shit, I could kiss you right now!” I practically dance in my seat, grinning like a fool. Before he puts the car into drive, his eyes drop to my mouth, and he licks his lips.

“Don’t forget that I’ll always know what you need.” The insinuation is threaded like a whisper, and I get goosebumps.

I try to swallow, but my throat is too dry. “Thank you.” He nods, and I spend a considerable amount of time, like way too much consideration, studying his jaw, the uneven slope of his nose, which was broken once from a work accident, and his mouth that always pouts a little—something I inherited.

The bath and book are perfect. My stomach rumbles, and I wander to the kitchen, where I find myself frozen and stuck to the floor. I don’t know what to admire first, the broad, mouthwatering shoulders and back, the Celtic tribal swirls wrapped down his arm, or the low-slung sweatpants hugging his tapered waist. When he turns and faces me, it’s as if I’ve been walloped in the face with rugged, delicious male virility.

For the first time in my young life, I feel my ovaries explode, and there must be something inherently wrong with me. I want to hide and run my hands over him simultaneously—the need to feel the hard planes beneath my fingers. I can’t stop my eyes from travelling further to find the mouthwatering outline of the ridge that the cotton does nothing to hide.

His hands grip the counter and his eyes seem to be raking me with as much interest as mine. “Hungry?”

Silently nodding, I move, intentionally brushing against him, feeling the heat of his skin sear mine, as I reach for a glass. It’s a dance that goes back and forth as we tag team making dinner.

He opens a bottle of wine and looks at me. “I won’t play stupid. Get two glasses.” We clink glasses after he pours each a healthy amount of liquid courage to deal with my dirty, monumentally unacceptable thoughts.

“If you’re willing to forgo your plans for reading and bed, there’s a movie I’d been looking forward to that’s finally streaming. I’d love to hang out.” He runs his fingers through his golden hair, curling around his ears and neck, flopping into his eyes. “Unless hanging with your old man isn’t what you have in mind.” He pouts as if he needs to guilt me into spending time with him.

I crack a smile. “How could I want anything else?” Twenty minutes into the movie, and I’m nodding off.

Dad pats his thigh and wraps his arm around me. “Want to rest your eyes?” He’s already guiding my head to his lap, the weight of his arm feels comforting, and he smells like a winter storm—clean and crip and cold. As tired as I am, I feel a surge of adrenaline as he strokes my hair.

The plot of his movie takes a turn, and I can’t keep from shifting my thighs together, the scene unravelling into balmy sex and bouncing tits, moans, and a muscular ass flexing while spearing his captive. I’m not the only one unaffected as the hard ridge of my Dad’s dick tents his sweats. And I wish I could understand the instinct that takes over my brain as I place my hand over it and rub it up and down.

Dad sucks in a breath and then groans, lifting his hips chasing the touch. We’re silent as we watch the screen. His hand shakes a little, rubbing my back, his fingers dipping lower and lower beneath my shorts. As I arch my ass into his grip he uses his other hand to push down his pants. His cock is huge, springing against my face. Long and thick with a curve, a dark vein pulses the shaft, and clear liquid beads and drips from his bulbous tip, stretched tight and shiny. Guiding my hand, we wrap our fingers around his girth and stroke together. He makes low, masculine sounds.

Aiming it toward my face, the soft silk of his skin touches my lips, and I hear a word rumble in his chest. “Open.”

I open my mouth, and he pushes that leaking head against my tongue and fists my hair, guiding my head up and down.

I’d like to say I don’t want this. I should be punching him in the nuts and scratching out his eyes. But the feel of him controlling me, receiving his pleasure from me, is a powerful drug. He stretches my lips around him, and I moan against his small thrusts as his fingers cup my pussy. He finds me drenched and more than wanting. Sliding his fingers through my pussy and groaning louder.

Where I can’t take him deeper, I stroke with a slow twist as saliva runs down his length. I hear a soft thud. I think it’s his head falling back. “Shit, baby. Don’t stop.” Pleasure fills his heavy sighs. “Let me cum down that pretty throat and I’ll eat your pussy until you’re screaming.”

I hum around him, suckling around him, licking him like a lollipop. I move to my knees, ass in the air so he can probe me more with his long, hardworking fingers. I grip his thighs, opening my throat, swallowing him down. He brushes my clit, sending my pulse flying and my womb clammoring and climbing.

It sounds like the porn I watch. “That’s it, baby. Take that dick, make me fucking cum.” Dad grinds out, his voice raked across coals as he shoves my face down. He turns into rebar before pulsing and sends cum spurting into my throat. I savour the hot taste of him, swallowing awkwardly, seed spilling from my lips as he thrusts through his orgasm. His thighs flex and shake.

There’s no time to think about what I’ve done because in a single breath I’m put on my back and he’s yanked off my shorts, shoving up my shirt. His mouth his hungry, squeezing my tits and sucking on each nipple until its hard enough to cut glass. His fingers glide through my folds as he drags arousal to my clit and rubs.

My entire body trembles. I can’t tell him I’ve never had this happen. School was my priority; I never wanted the distraction. But this, holy fuck, this feels like something I’ve been depriving myself from. Lifting my hips, I whine through lips caught between my teeth as I muzzle my sweet reaction to him.

His full lips kiss down my stomach, our eyes locking as he rolls my nipples between his fingers. “I want to hear you, baby. When I make you cum, you’ll scream my name. Understand?”

His firm words accompany the black desire in his eyes. Unyielding as he stares at me, licking a wide tongue up my centre, shortening my breaths. Flicking his tongue against my clit, I rick and mewl right before he eats me out as if he’d been starved for years. Maybe he has. I’m just glad I’m filling that void of hunger he’s suffered.

My fingers rake his hair, the other pushing against the arm of the couch so I can leverage my body. I ride his face, and he growls and shoves his tongue into me. Oceans of noise explode in my ears, my blood thundering.

Pushing in two fingers, I arch, “Oh, fuck!” He sucks my clit and strokes his fingers, dragging me up a mountain of undeniable pleasure. “God, oh god, Daddy!” My womb contracts, and the punch of the orgasm knocks me into an alternate reality.

His grip around my hip will leave marks as he continues his onslaught, stroking and sucking until another wave drags me under and drowns me in shattering bliss.

He looks at me with triumph, slowly removing his fingers from my tight channel and sucking them clean. I can’t move, my entire body lithe and melted as I fight to calm my thundering heart. I need more. I want more. This can’t be all there is.

With an open mouth he kisses my pussy, then my thighs, working his way up my body until his weight is caging, pinning me down. His swollen lips brush mine, and then the pressure is perfect. Sliding his tongue along my bottom lip until I open. Sliding his tongue in, lashing my tongue to be obedient. It’s deep and thorough. Kissing my cheek, my jaw, licking into the hollow of my neck, he makes another low sound from somewhere in his chest.

He wraps his fingers around my throat, thumb stroking the rapid pulse there, whispering in my ear. “Good girl. Now, get in my bed. You need to milk my cock with that tight cunt as I empty my balls inside inside you.”

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Looking for a nice wholesome girl who secretly wants to be Daddy’s dirty slut. Curvy is preferred, but fit isn’t a problem. Medium to long hair, between 5’6” – 5’10”

Willing to exchange pics and request a meet up: [email protected]

I hit the send button, opened the secret file on my desktop filled with hundreds of pictures of someone I knew, and unzipped my fly. The need has boiled over, and I can’t take it anymore. I may get someone to take her place if I can't have what I want.

My cock sighs in relief as I fist it, working it fast and hard, my grip tight around my head. I stare at my favourite picture of her. Hair blowing in the breeze, smiling just for me, her dark nipples popping through her white t-shirt as she climbs out of the pool she’d been thrown into. My eyes slide closed and I imagine her cunt being slick and ready for me and so tight as I thrust.

A few minutes later hot cum sprays up my stomach and I milk my dick until my balls are empty. It’s so unsatisfying, but at least the edge is off.

My email pings, and I open the message. “That was quick,” I say, going straight for the attachments and clicking them open. “Holy fuck, baby you are perfect. This has got to be too good to be true.”

She doesn’t show her face, but there is a hint of her soft jawline. Her tits are full and bigger than I can hold with huge dark areolas and button nipples. Her hips flare out with a few stretch marks that I want to lick. The next is of her holding open her sweet pussy lips, showing me her glistening cunt. And dear fucking god, it looks like her hymen is still intact. “Fuck. Me. Sideways. You are a dirty fucking slut. You need Daddy to break that pussy don’t you?” I run my finger over the screen as if I can feel the satin of her channel. There are a few more full-body pics with the face blurred out, the room bare and nondescript, standing in front of a white sheet. “Protecting your identity. Good girl.”

Hi Daddy, I’ve been thinking about you and what you want me to do with your dick for months. I’d love to meet and discuss how I can help serve you and your needs like a dirty girl. You probably don’t think I’m real, but I’ve been waiting so long like it’s an inch I can’t scratch on my own. Please email me back. I’ll prove I’m real and show you how bad I want and need you. Let’s meet. – Daddy’s Girl

I send her a few pics back, no dick pics, I’d hate to ruin the surprise. But they are enough to show her I’m somewhat fit. In twenty minutes, I received a response and a date set to meet my stand-in.

The request was simple, and the rules were clear. Bring current STI results, and meet in public. If we get on, there’s a hotel around the corner from the restaurant. Wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, I look the part of bad boy, my tats showing, unshaven because I want to leave stubble burn on her thighs when I eat her pussy.

The bell on the door chimes as I enter the diner, and I catch sight of her back. Her hair is a lovely dark umber, just like my favourite girl’s. Hair, I want to fist and pull as I rail her hard. “Get yourself under control, Mark. Don’t need a fucking chub.” Muttering to myself and nodding at a woman who looks as old as my mother. She sniffs with disgust, and I shrug her off.

My intended target is wearing a light blue tank, and the soft curve of her shoulder has my stomach tingling. The hornets are kicking something fierce. I never thought I’d be here, doing something like this. But my wife ignores me. We haven’t had sex in three years, and I’m tired of jacking it. Then my mind turned to someone else, and I knew she was off limits. But god, how I wanted her, and the cravings and temptations were too much.

I touch her shoulder, and she turns her eyes to mine, and we both freeze. I feel the blood drain from my body as my mind reels and my cock thumps. She’s just as pale as I am, and we stare at each other. Stunned into an absolute stupor.

She looks away first and swallows. “Shit. I don’t even know what to say.”

I slide into the booth across from her and place my hands on the table to keep from rubbing a palm against my erection as I look over her face. Soft features, wide doe eyes, bluer than the summer sky, a mouth with full, bowed lips, that glitter with her favourite gloss. “Nora.” My voice is ragged, and I know I’m looking at her with more lust than anything else of the thousands of emotions I have.

“I’ve been trolling those classifieds for months. Yours was the first that sounded like it was asking for me.” She takes a deep breath, her magnificent tits rising and falling as she exhales. Then she meets my gaze, and it’s curious. “I think I knew that you’ve wanted this. Wanted me. And I’ve wanted it too, but how do you even talk about that?” She shrugs. “I knew you were in the pics you sent, because of your ink. But I guess I didn’t believe it. Not until.”

I finish her thought, “Until I showed up?” She nods, and I chuckle until the humour fades into a sigh. “I’m going to be honest because we both know why we’re here. I know this is wrong, but I can’t get you out of my head. The amount of time we’ve been spending together since you moved back, the late-night movies, the dinners, everything. I tried not to want it. I was afraid if I said or tried anything you’d call the cops on me for being a sick and depraved asshole. I put that ad out hoping to get you out of my system.”

Nora shakes her head, regarding me with fondness. “Daddy, I would never think that of you. Never.” She reaches across the table and slides her hand into mine, her thumb stroking over my knuckles. Tingles rush through me, my heart pounding. “Can we go somewhere else to talk? Please?”

“Where do you want to go?”

She rolls my hand over, her fingers lightly stroking my wrist. Her lashes are thick, her lids half-lidded, and my heart pounds as my blood heats. “Someplace private.”

“What can I get you two? Start with drinks?” The server chirps, and I thank her with a no and leave a twenty on the table. Keeping Nora’s hand in mine, she trails behind me as I move at a clip down the block and across the street to the hotel.

The heat rises, and the tension tightens between us during the long, slow climb of the elevator. I gently brush the heavy curtain of her hair off her shoulder, my knuckles tracing the curve of her spine and settling my palm just above her ass. Pressing closer and watching her eyes widen as I lean closer, sharing every shaky breath between us. “We can talk, Nora. Or you can show me exactly why you’re here.” I slide my free hand down her arm, giving her goosebumps, and I guide her hand to the ridge, trying to pop my zipper open. “If my daughter wants to be a dirty slut, then she’ll be a fucking dirty slut who drops to her knees and chokes on my fat cock, takes it in the ass, and gets railed so hard that she can only croon for more. I’m going to fill your cunt with my cum. And when you’re too tired and can’t take it, I’m going to fuck you again and harder.” I pull back enough to see her whole face. “If that’s not what you want, this is your only chance to get out.”

The sensations that spread like tendrils of fire consume me as her hand tightens and she rubs the long length of my shaft. “I can’t deep throat you.”

Amusement pulls at the corner of my mouth. “You’ll do your best, though, won’t you? Because no daughter of mine does enough to get by. She gives it her all and tries her hardest.”

I key us into the room and kick the door closed while yanking my shirt over my head, grabbing her waist and pinning her against the wood, our mouths slamming in a chaotic frenzy. I fill my hands with her full tits, squeezing and groping. We swallow each other’s moans as our tongues scrape and clash. She tastes like ginger and lemon, which is her favourite tea. Her hands grip my neck and hair, and I growl. “Take out my cock.”

The tremors in her hands give me a thrill as she works me out of my jeans and briefs. I shove them down my hips and watch her eyes as she gasps, taking me in. “Holy shit.”

I push her to her knees and grab a handful of her hair, slapping my meat against her mouth. “Open wide, little slut. Daddy’s going to fuck your mouth.”

I know it won’t last. It’s been too long since I’ve had what I truly wanted. She licks up my shaft, and my spine shivers as she wraps her lips around my dark head. Hissing from the sweet heat of her mouth she begins to suck, her hand stroking, the other cupping my balls. “Fuck, baby. Make Daddy feel good. Suck it. Suck that cock. Make it all nice and wet for me.”

Nora hums and does as she’s told. She bobs on my cock as I guide her head, her saliva lubing me up so the friction of her tight fist gives me the pressure I need. My heart races as I pump my hips, pushing her against the door. “Keep your fist right there on my cock if you don’t want to gag, baby.” I thrust with noise that curls darkly in my chest. The wet squelch of her gagging doesn’t stop me as I fuck her first hole. She tries to move, her fingers digging into my thigh as I pull back and pop out of her mouth. I slap my glistening cock against her cheek and gasping mouth. “I’m going to cum down your throat. You better not let one drop be wasted.”

I don’t give her the time to think about it, sliding back in and continuously hitting her throat, gagging her until I feel it open, and I shove down, holding her face to my hilt. Release skates up my legs and curls in my stomach and punches me in the gut. Hot ropes shoot out, and I pulse down her gullet. I gritted my teeth, telling her to swallow it down. “Swallow. Swallow. Fucking take my cum.”

She’s fighting it, and as the last spurt shoots out, I let her go, and she slumps, coughing and wretching on her hands and knees. I feel power and satisfaction seeing the mess I’ve made of her. Thick bubbles of cum riddled saliva drips from her face and covers her chest. It’s fucking gorgeous. I pull my pants back up, but don’t put myself away because I’m too hard. I am far from done and my dick knows it’s going to feast on her.  

“Get on the bed, Nora.” I know something scares her. My voice is harsh. Clipped. “Get on the bed, slut.”

She doesn’t move fast enough, so I grab her arm and haul her to the bed and bend her over the edge, yanking her shorts and panties down to her ankles. I wallop her ass with one good swat and she cries out, fisting the sheet and trying to curl around herself. I pin her with a hand between her shoulders, rubbing the spot. I smack the other cheek just as hard and then smooth that one out, slide my hand between her thighs and cup her pussy. “Nice and soaked for Daddy. I’m going to split this cunt in two, baby. Would you like that?”

A little sob hiccups out of her, and she turns her head to look at me and nods. “Yes.”

“DO you like getting spanked by Daddy? Do you need more?” Blood rushes to my ears, anticipation thundering in my chest.

Another nod. “Yes, Daddy.”

I drop my head and praise every god, then meet her eyes. “If it’s too much, say red. Understand?”

The needy bitch angles her hips back against my hand and she sighs, “Yes, Daddy. I understand.”

I start lighter than before, five to ten slaps and then rub her pussy lips, spreading her arousal. I ignore her clit, occasionally tapping it to hear her mewl like a needy cat. After twenty solid spanks my hand is on fire and she’s panting, her cunt dripping down her leg. My dick is a compass jutting north, the slit leaking.

Stepping on her discarded shorts I kick them away and then strip off my pants, stroking my aching dick. “I’m going to stuff your slut cunt and cum in your womb.”

Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, she moans. “That sounds perfect, Daddy. Give me that fat, Daddy cock. Make it hurt.”

“How many times have you been fucked, baby?” I’m curious, because I know what I saw in the pictures she sent. Her hymen looked completely intact. “Have you been fucked or is Daddy your first, little slut?” I kick her thighs apart with my knee and slide my head through her folds and fuck if the molten heat of her doesn’t scar me.

Nora is panting wildly and shaking her head. “Only touched myself, and it hurt. I never did anything. The boys at school said I was too fat.”

I press against her clit and stroke her there, making her moan. “Baby, you’re fucking perfect.” I trace the stretch marks on hips and ass, bending over to kiss her neck. “All the more for Daddy.” My eyes slide closed as I notch into her hole. “This is going hurt, slut. It’s going to hurt, and I’m not going to stop. I’m going to pound into your pussy until I cum. If you say no, if you say you’ve had enough, I’m going to ignore it. Because once Daddy’s inside you, there’s no stopping. You’re a fucking slut. Daddy’s slut.”

She starts to say something and I slam my hips, stretching her beautiful cunt around my thick dick. Her arm swats back, instinct trying to push me away, and I pin it to her back. It takes three, punishing thrusts to break into her and sink to my hilt. Fully sheathed, I wait, letting her adjust as I listen to her crying pants. The satin vise fisting my dick has me grinding my teeth.  Then I fist her hair, wrapping it around my hand and yanking hard, arching her back and raising her hips. I slide to my tip and admire the crimson stain sticking to my shaft. If I hadn’t cum once already I would have blown my load. Pushing back in, her airy grunt lets me know how much she likes it.

Another menacing noise rumbles in my chest, and I unleash. The wicked, wet slaps of our bodies fill the room. I haul her up onto the bed on her knees, shoving her face down, continuing the ravaging of her cunt. “Yes, Daddy. Fuck, oh my god, your cock is so fucking big. Fuck.”

Nora is tighter and hotter than anything I could have imagined. I look to the mirrors on the closet doors and watch her tits hang and bounce with each mad sheath of my dick. I pull her up, her back to my chest, and slant my mouth over hers. Filling my hands with those perfect plump tits, rolling her nipples in my fingers. Her moans are fuel to our fire. Then I slide a hand down her stomach, groping the soft roundness of her and then lower to her swollen bud. I tap it, and her need is a song. I pinch it, knowing my fat head is sliding against her G-spot. “Cum for Daddy, slut.”

I glide through her channel and feel the flutter and grip as her cunt contracts around me. She reaches back, gripping my arm and shoulder, choking as if the wind has been knocked out of her. It sets me off. I shove her to the bed and hammer into my soft sheath. I feel the end of her, knocking on that pristine door. My entire body strains, stomach flexing, as clenching as seed fills her sweet, young cunt. Pressing and pushing as if I could get deeper, my dick pulses against her milking channel. “Jesus fucking christ, Nora. Fuck, you feel so fucking good, baby. Daddy’s little slut, you’re so fucking good.”

We stay like this for a time, until I catch my breath. I roll off her, doing my best to ease out of her. I pull her to my side, and she nuzzles against me. “I haven’t cum that fucking hard in years. Thank you so fucking much, baby.”

Her fingers draw lazy circles on my chest, tracing the tattoo of her name over my heart. “You’re welcome.” I hear the smile in her voice, so I kiss the top of her head.

“I’ll get you cleaned up in a minute and then get you in the shower. Okay?” She nods, and I rake my fingers through her hair, watching it change colours in the light cutting through the room. “Daddy’s not done with you, baby.”

She pushes onto an elbow, and I tuck the hair away from her face. She looks me over, resting her chin on my chest. “Can we stay here forever?”

That puts a genuine smile on my face. “I got the room for two nights. We don’t have to go anywhere, Nora.”

“What about mom?” She looks away, ashamed or embarrassed.

I slide a finger under her shin and lift her gaze to mine. “She doesn’t care about me. And she certainly isn’t keeping track of her grown daughter. You’re mine now, baby. All mine.”

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It turns out I left out a crucial chapter and only discovered it this evening. I have inserted chapter 9 BONFIRE RITUAL and shifted FATHER to chapter 10. Apologies.

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The characters are speaking to me again. I had a very tough decision to make regarding our star pair and the interloper. Expect a couple of new chapters in Silver Valley next week. 

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For those interested and don't mind spoilers, I have included a link in the notes of Part 1 and 2 of Bonfire Rituals to the multi-generational Hogan family tree. I put them in chapter 1 of each.