Jenny had to spend the night and next morning to satisfy Dad. The next day she asked for some favors for our birthdays. But maybe she will have to pay for it.
The next morning, I was the first one awake and the first to enter the kitchen. The other two were still upstairs, and I didn’t want to interrupt, whatever they were doing—or more accurately, whatever Dad was doing to Jenny. Yesterday, he had demanded that I copy the video of Jenny’s rape by her gynecologist onto a USB stick so he could watch it again on the new TV in his bedroom. He had treated himself to that TV after discovering all the videos of Jenny with her uncle, intending to watch them in private—or perhaps tonight, together with Jenny.
In the meantime, I went to the supermarket to get some fresh bread rolls. When I returned, I set the table and made some scrambled eggs. Eventually, they came downstairs wearing nothing but their morning robes, both looking completely exhausted. They returned my “Good morning!” but otherwise simply slumped into their chairs and began to eat tiredly. There was no word or information about what had happened upstairs during the night. I knew something must have happened there; I could smell Dad’s sperm from Jenny’s cunt and ass, and the scent of her own intim secretions from his dick. I decided to wait until I could be alone with my sister later to satisfy my curiosity.
While we ate a nearly silent breakfast, Dad suddenly asked me what I wanted for my birthday in about four weeks. I was genuinely surprised. Given everything that had happened to us, and especially to Jenny, over the last few months, my own birthday hadn’t even crossed my mind. I didn’t really have a specific wish. My computer was relatively new, I had an e-bike, and a good mobile phone. Then there were the cameras—though, for now, those belonged solely to Jenny, kept in her spy-bag and her room, where she could turn them on and off at will.
After a moment of thinking aloud without reaching a conclusion, Jenny finally had an idea. It wasn’t sexual—well, nearly nothing sexual. She asked Dad if I could get a new bed. To be precise, a larger bed, where more than one person could sleep, and one that could bear more than two people if necessary. Dad rolled his eyes, knowing exactly where this was leading. It was mostly not about sex, even if Jenny had specifically mentioned “more than two persons.”
It had become clear even to Dad that Jenny liked to sleep with me, feeling safer and more secure in my company. This also meant he would have less direct access and control over her than before. Yet, he loved his daughter, and deep down he knew that this incestuous dynamic shouldn’t be normal, nor should he be as demanding and abusive as he sometimes was. But he loved fucking her too much. She had awakened something in him after all these years without sex—something far better than what he had shared with our mother. He asked me what I thought of my sister’s suggestion. It didn’t take long to decide. The thought of having my beloved sister near me more often and more comfortably made me happy. Yes, I wanted that.
But that wasn’t all. Jenny also asked if she could have a bigger bed for her birthday too, which was about two months after mine. Dad looked a little surprised, but truth be told, her bed, like mine, was nearly ten years old. We had both grown since then, and our mattresses were worn out. Something new would be nice, and it would provide another opportunity for me to sleep by her. He couldn’t deny the logic; it was a practical wish, even if high-quality beds and mattresses would cost more than he had planned. Since Dad hated spending money, he hesitated, but in the end, he agreed.
He asked if we had anything else in mind besides celebrating with friends. I shook my head, but Jenny seemed to have something else brewing. We could see the wheels turning in her mind. Finally, without looking up at him, she said it would be nice if we could all go on a family holiday during the summer vacation.
I sighed internally. I didn’t need to look at Dad to see the sadness in his eyes. I understood that Jenny wanted to see the world; she was fascinated by other countries and had a talent for languages. She was a straight-A student in Spanish and was very good at French; she had even taught herself some German, Italian, and Russian at home. She had always dreamed of traveling the world.
However, Dad had a great fear of flying, and he couldn’t stand long car or train trips. After two or three hours, he was done. Even the six-hour trip to visit his younger sister in Phoenix, Arizona, had to be split into two days, even when Mom was driving. You couldn’t even get him on a ship, maybe a small boat on a confined lake. He never spoke about it, but something must have happened in his childhood.
He turned to Jenny, who was still staring at the floor. He took her in his arms to comfort her, knowing she felt guilty for asking for such a favor despite his struggles. He took her face in his hands, making her look at him through her tears, and kissed her softly on the mouth in a non-sexual way, promising he would look for a solution, even if he couldn’t guarantee it would be possible.
Jenny smiled up at him. We knew he never made false promises, so he would truly look for an option. However, he mentioned that with the new beds and a potential vacation, the budget for the coming months would be stretched too thin. He sat back down, staring through us as he thought. Finally, he spoke.
He told us he had discussed something with his boss. Dad wanted to return to working full hours to earn his previous salary, or perhaps even a raise. In return, he would take on more responsibility but would work more from home. He would only be at the office on Tuesdays and Fridays, working from home the other three days.
He didn’t need to explain the implications. Jenny and I exchanged a brief look. Those two days would be ours to do whatever we wanted to each other. On Thursdays, Dad would be home by the time Jenny came home early from school, meaning he could use her the whole afternoon if he wanted. This also meant I would be alone with him on Monday and Wednesday afternoons. I figured we could get along and give each other the space we needed.
Jenny reached out and took his hand comfortingly, nodding silently to show we understood. But Dad wasn’t finished. He needed a moment more before saying that, while most of it was settled, there would be a final discussion at the company party the weekend before Memorial Day. Every year, his company held a large event at a beach resort for employees and their families. It started on Saturday and ended on Memorial Day with a celebration for veterans and his boss’s grandfather, a high-ranking officer from WWII.
Dad had noticed that some of his colleagues received significant bonuses the year after that party—specifically female colleagues or those with beautiful, young wives or daughters. He had to grope around in the dark a bit. But the little he learned from his colleagues seemed to confirm his suspicion that extra services were provided over the weekend. Jenny and I looked at each other; it was clear what he was implying. After a moment, I asked him, “Your main focus isn’t just to get more money out of this, is it?”
Dad shook his head slightly. Jenny took his hand again. “You really want to whore me out and see how your boss fucks me?” This time, he gave a slight nod. He was still unable to say openly that he wanted to watch his daughter be abused by his boss in exchange for more money. We shouldn’t have been surprised, given how much he was turned on by everything that had happened to Jenny before. A small smile played on Jenny’s lips as she continued to hold his hand, nodding encouragingly, just as he had when we asked our questions. I must admit, I hoped to see it, too.
Later that day, I joined Jenny in her room. We sat on her bed, and I asked her about last night. She moaned slightly in agony as she remembered how hard her father had taken her. Earlier, she had showered to clean off the mess the gynecologist and his brother had left in her cunt and ass. She had come out of the bathroom naked, drying herself with a towel, when Dad called her over. As she entered his room, she saw him naked with a hard-on, watching the video of her being hard fucked in the gyno-chair by the gynecologist’s brother on his TV. She didn’t have much time to watch it, though.
As soon as she entered, Dad ripped the towel from her and threw her onto the bed on her back. He immediately moved between her legs. His dick was rock hard and slick with lube. There was no foreplay, only animalistic greed. He rammed his lubed cock into her cunt and fucked her hard in missionary style. He kissed her wildly, fondling her breasts and body longingly. Even though she liked his lust for her mentally, Jenny couldn’t get into it physically during such an abusive assault. She simply let him have his way until he, moaning loudly, shot his sperm into her cunt.
After his orgasm, he became much more caring. He cuddled with her, thanking her for letting him use her body for his satisfaction. But he also warned her; the video had made him so aroused that this probably wouldn’t be the last time he forced himself on her to satisfy his urges. He told her she should stop him if he was ever too harsh. But she already knew he didn’t expect her to deny him. And he was right. She loved him too much, and she wanted him to have his sexual satisfaction whenever he desired.
It was no surprise, then, when he forced her head down on his cock, as the part of her anal rape by the two brothers started. He let her suck him hard, giving her time to lube up both his dick and her asshole. But that was the extent of his care. As hard as he had fucked her before, he now replayed that anal rape with her. His larger dick made her suffer more than the dicks in the video, but it seemed to turn her on more than the fucking of her cunt had half an hour earlier. She didn’t get near a climax, however, as he filled her ass with streams of hot semen.
This was the fourth time he had shot his cum into her within a few hours. He was exhausted, and Jenny was tired too. She had been fucked seven times in her cunt or ass and had sucked me and Dad off four times. They both fell asleep in Dad’s bed, still completely naked.
I didn’t know if everything had happened exactly as Jenny described, or if she exaggerated the abuse just to arouse me more easily. Regardless, I quickly became hard myself. I touched her breasts and fingered her cunt. Jenny had been masturbating me for a while, using lube to make my dick slippery. She pushed her jeans down, applied lube to her asshole, and positioned my dick at her opening. She pushed her ass back, and my dick entered her asshole easily. I fucked her while she pushed back against me, enjoying the feeling of my cock in her ass. I massaged her pussy with my hand as she continued to recount everything from the night and the morning.
She woke up in the middle of the night, disoriented. Dad had placed her on her back and was already between her legs, massaging her cunt with his saliva-wet hand. Half-asleep, she murmured that he should leave her alone, but he seemed to be having a horny dream and ignored her wish. Once he found she was wet enough, he forced his dick into her cunt, earning a moan of pain from her. He began to fuck her hard. Jenny became a little turned on, but not quickly enough to reach her own orgasm. Dad only needed a few minutes; he only cared about himself. Soon, her cunt was filled with his cum once more. He kissed her, hugged her close, and quickly fell back into a satisfied sleep. Jenny followed him shortly after, too tired to fulfill the desire he had sparked in her.
But while she kept talking, we both found our fulfillment. Her words were increasingly interrupted by her moans. As she spoke about how recklessly Dad had fucked her that night, I was cumming hard in her ass. She pressed my hand hard against her clit, and she came only seconds after I filled her ass with my cum. As she calmed down, she thanked me for providing the release she desperately needed after all the teasing from Dad. We kissed passionately, and Jenny continued her story.
The next morning, Dad was horny again. Jenny was still sore, but she didn’t deny his demand to suck him hard. Once he was hard, Jenny lubed up his dick and her ass. He was already turned on by the scene from the day before, when she was being butt fucked. He entered her, but this time he showed some consideration, using long, slow thrusts while enjoying the video. It was much more bearable for his daughter, though she was too exhausted to truly enjoy it. She pushed back hard to help him reach his release faster. It took a while, but as he approached his climax, his pumping became more intense and rough. Finally, his cock began to twitch in her ass as her rectum was filled for the second time on the screen. There was little left in his balls to fill her, as he had already come five times in the last half-day, so turned on was he by the video of her gynecologist.
It wasn’t over, though. They cuddled for a while, and he told her how much he enjoyed her and the sight of her being used by those men. He had even dreamed that night that she was being gangbanged by his boss and his colleagues. Waking from that dream had left him so aroused that he had to force himself on her in her sleep. He apologized for how horny he sometimes became. Jenny told him not to worry; she would always try to be there to satisfy him—and perhaps some of his fantasies, too.
They watched some of her other videos. Even though he had already come six times since the previous evening, he pushed her head down onto his dick as the video of the taxi-rape played. Jenny took him willingly, sucking him deep and passionately. He didn’t fuck her again; he just let her suck him off. It took a while, but she finally brought him to climax. Because he had already come so much, there was only a little bit of sperm left for her to taste.
But there was still enough left in me. Jenny had already placed my dick in her cunt, and I was fucking her while massaging her tits. This time, we came almost at the same time. We cuddled for a while before getting up to do other things. Dad was so spent that he didn’t try to empty himself in my sister again for the rest of the weekend. I had already planned something with my friends for Sunday, so Jenny had a whole day to rest from all this fucking.
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