Chapter 7
"Go, Vicky, go! Suck your daddy's big fat cock!" Rod groaned.
After a brief rest from their first fuck, father and daughter had gone into the kitchen for a beer. They had each drained a can of the strong brew, and then Vicky had shyly asked her daddy if she could suck his cock again.
Now, Rod was leaning back in one of the kitchen chairs, his legs spread wide. His hands were clutched around the back of Vicky's head, helping her to fuck her own face on her daddy's prick.
The young girl had her red lips wrapped want only around the man's large, bulging prick, and she moaned with delight. She sucked her father's prick hungrily, her face flushed, her, tongue wriggling back and forth over the pulsating cock shaft, her throat tightening and stretching as his enormous prick fucked its way deep into her throat.
Suddenly the phone rang out shrilly. Rod cursed. With her mouth still wrapped around her daddy's prick, Vicky paused in her cock sucking movements, wondering if he should answer it.
"Goddamn phone! Forget it, Vicky! I'm not gonna answer it! Keep sucking me off!" he grunted.
Vicky was relieved that her father didn't want to answer the phone, for there was no way the teenager wanted to stop sucking the man's tasty prick.
Her small creamy tits wobbled as shivers of incestuous delight fanned through her body. She ran her small hands along the insides of her daddy's claves and thighs, threading her fingers through hey wiry hairs that sprouted thickly there, and she traced his bands of muscles through the naked flesh.
Rod gazed down at his beautiful blonde daughter with smoldering eyes, grinning wickedly. He had managed to transform the sweet innocent little girl into a whorish sex slave in the space of a few hours, and he felt triumphant. He realized that there was no way he or any other man could have brought such a change in the young girl if she hadn't been so willing. He knew that it was a case of her own natural incestuous desires, which had always lain dormant just below the surface, finally rising into her consciousness and taking over.
Shit, Rod thought. I should a started fuckin' this little slut years ago. And I would have, too, if it hadn't been for that bitch Mavis keeping us apart, the cunt!
As Vicky continued to suck her father's prick, Rod realized that he was lucky enough to have a daughter who enjoyed being dominated by a completely masculine, masterful man like himself. And he found himself wondering if Betsy was the same way, enjoying the role of submissive sex slave. Betsy Andrews quietly let herself in the front door. She felt so confused. First, her mother ran off, leaving her husband and kids behind. And then, when Betsy had tried to call her father from next door, wanting to ask him if she could come home now, especially since she knew that her sister had returned home sometime before, there had been no answer.
Feeling lost and lonely, the young girl walked slowly toward the kitchen. She was wearing a sexy red halter-top, which revealed the tops of her tits, which were much larger than her sister's even though Betsy was the younger of the two girls.
She wore a short red skirt which ended sexily close to her hips. She kicked her shoes off in the living room and continued on toward the kitchen, hoping to find her father and sister. She had never felt so forlorn in all her life.
Betsy walked into the kitchen and came very close to colliding with her father and sister. All three of them gave sharp cries of surprise at the unexpected meeting.
"My God!" Betsy squealed.
"Awwww, shit!" Rod growled.
"Mmmmmmfffffff," Vicky mumbled, her daddy's prick still in her mouth.
Betsy's eyes nearly bulged out of her head in shock. Her mouth had gone dry and speechless.
I can't believe what I'm seeing! Betsy thought, and her feverish brain spun dizzyingly. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the lewd sight of her sister on her knees before their own father, happily sucking his enormous cock.
Rod's eyes drank in the sight of his ripe younger daughter standing speechless before him. He noticed, as if for the first time, just how beautiful and sexy she was, and his eyes ran up and down her slender body.
"Well, baby, what do you think? Wanna join in?" he asked obscenely as he leaned forward and slid an arm around her narrow waist, pulling her against him.
Betsy gasped as her father forced his face against hers. His hard mouth clamped down over hers, and she felt his tongue shooting between her lips and swirling around inside in search of her own tongue.
She gave a mumbled cry of protest, pushing frantically against her father with both hands, trying to break his strong grip. Rod drew his face back and smiled warmly into her face, his features contorted with fuck-lust.
"Don't be afraid, baby, this is just a new way the best way... for us to show our love for cacti other. After all, with your mother gone now, we have to stick together and love each other even more than before," he murmured. "Daddy's right, Betsy," Vicky chimed in, slipping her daddy's cock from her pre-cum coated lips and grinning up at her baby sister. "He's been showing me all about love."
"But that's not love... it's sex," Betsy sputtered, still trying to regain control of her confused emotions.
"Don't you see, baby?" Rod asked softly, using his most gentle manner with the frightened young girl. "Sure it's sex, but sex is just another way we can show our love for each other. And it can bring us closer together make us more of a family."
"He's right," Vicky said again, nodding her head vigorously, stroking her daddy's prick with both hands while she tried to convince her sister to join them. "I know that I've grown closer to daddy in these last few hours than I ever felt before. It's great!"
"Listen to your sister, Betsy," Rod said urgently. "Try it, you'll like it."
Rod and Vicky laughed. "No, I can't!" Betsy cried, trying to ignore the burning sensation deep in her cunt. Before her father or sister could respond to her cry of protest, all three of them turned their heads toward the front door which had just opened and closed. They looked at each other, wondering who could have just entered the house.
"Is anyone home?" Mavis' voice rang out. "Aw, shit, the bitch is back!" Rod growled with disgust. "What the fuck does she want? We don't need her!" Vicky cried. "Well, I need her! I'm glad she's back!" Betsy cried as she turned and ran from the kitchen and into the living room where she threw herself into her mother's arms. The young girl didn't stop to think about the fact that her mother had never been one to invite her daughters' embraces. Mavis flushed with discomfort and pushed her younger daughter away from her. "Mom! I'm so happy you come back!" Betsy said, tears of happiness filling her eyes.
"I think you've gotten the wrong idea, Betsy," Mavis said briskly, barely glancing at her daughter. "I'm only back long enough to get the last of my things. Hal's waiting outside for me in his a beautiful new sports car, I might add."
Betsy glanced out the window and saw a man, younger than her mother, sitting behind the wheel of a flashy red sports car. Betsy's eyes swung back to her mother and she looked at the woman unbelievingly.
"Then you mean you're really gonna do it? You're gonna leave us?" the teenager asked.
"Hell, yes. I can't get outta here fast enough!" And with that Mavis turned and walked down the hall toward the master bedroom to get the rest of her things. Vicky walked slowly back to the kitchen, her face looking sad and lost.
"Oh, Daddy," she said, her lower lip quivering. This time, the younger girl didn't even bat an eyelash at the sight of her sister sucking their father off. For, once again, Vicky had Rod's prong in her mouth and she was sucking his meat for all she was worth.
"I know, baby, we heard it all. You and your sister are just going to have to accept the fact that your cunt of a mother doesn't care a flying fuck about her family. But, like I told you, Betsy, you still have me. And Vicky. If you would just let us show you how to really love each other," Rod said softly, filled with tender feelings for his younger daughter.
"I don't know... I just don't know," Betsy murmured, still feeling confused.
Just then, Mavis burst into the kitchen, holding her overnight case which was filled with the rest of her belongings. Her face became twisted with rage as she took in the scene before her.
"Well, well, isn't this just lovely? One daughter sucking her father's cock and the other one standing there casually as if she's watching television!" Mavis snarled, looking at her family with undisguised contempt.
"No, Mom, no!" Betsy wailed, turning her pleading eyes toward her mother, frying to find some spark of affection in the woman but finding none. "It'd not like that. I don't have any part in this."
"Oh, give me a break, Betsy," Mavis snorted unbelievingly. "Admit it! You're getting off on this perversion!"
"Why don't you just get the fuck out of here, Mavis?" Rod shouted, feeling like strangling his wife.
"Yeah, get out! We don't need you!" Vicky cried, sliding her mouth off of her daddy's prick.
"I need you, Mommy!" Betsy wailed, trying to embrace her mother. But, once more, the woman pushed her daughter away. "Please, Mommy, take me with you! I don't want to say here without you. I want to be with my mother!"
"That's impossible. And stop clinging to me! I can't stand it!" Mavis yelled nastily.
"Please, Mommy, please take me with you!" Betsy cried, still clutching at her mother. With one hand, Mavis shoved the young girl away from her and, with her other hand, she hauled off and smacked Betsy hard across her tear-streaked face.
"I said no! Now leave me alone! God, I can't get away from here fast enough and leave you all to your perverse ways!" Mavis shouted as she whirled about and all but ran out of the house to her lover.
As the front door slammed shut with a resounding bang, Rod stood and embraced his younger daughter, cuddling her against him while she cried all of her pain and anger out.
Betsy clutched her father as if gripping a lifeline. And, in many ways, that was just what the man presented to her. For, with her mother rejecting her so cruelly, Betsy had only her father and sister to rely on now.
As the teenager sobbed against her daddy's chest, she thought about his words of love and his promise to show her the way they could all be closer.
That's what I need now, Betsy thought. I need to be close to people who really love me, like Daddy and Vicky. Mommy sure doesn't love me, that's for sure!
"Daddy," the girl whimpered as she moved back from her father and looked up into his ruggedly attractive face. "I'm sorry for the way I acted before... like a little prissy prude."
"That's okay, baby," Rod said, smiling affectionately at his daughter as he stroked her tear-stained cheek with one hand. "I know you were just surprised and confused. But now that you know what your mother is really like."
"Yeah, I sure know what she's like all right, Daddy!" Betsy spat out. "And now that I do, I realize that you've been the one, the only one, who has really cared about me all this time."
"I'm afraid that's true, baby," Rod said. "Vicky and you and me... we're all we've got now... each other."
"I know, Daddy," Betsy said, looking down at the floor. "And, I want to be a part of... everything."
"Does that mean that you're ready to join us in our special brand of family loving, Sis?" Vicky asked eagerly.
"Yeah! That's just what it means!" Betsy said, grinning eagerly. As the little girl's pussy twitched impatiently, she had to admit to herself once and for all that that was what she had wanted all along.
"All right!" Rod said with an excited laugh as he sat back down in the kitchen chair.
Vicky was in front of him, still kneeling on the floor, hoping to get a chance to eat her daddy's prick again.
"Okay, Vicky," Rod growled, "get suckin' again! Suck my cock!" And, with that, he pressed the young girl's face down into his lap. "What about me, Daddy?" Betsy asked softly, feeling left out.
Rod laughed, delighted in the change in his younger daughter's attitude. He grabbed the front of her halter-top and, with one savage wrench, tore the garment off of her.