Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 66

Once she disappeared into the bathroom, he sighed deeply, realizing that he had been holding his breath as he watched her leave. Though his daughter’s movements were nothing out of the ordinary, nor designed to turn him on, he found them still sensual and alluring, radiating from her twiggy body. He thought, too, about how wrong that should be for a father, or for any man over three times the age of a girl. He thought about how he wouldn’t tolerate these same thoughts if they came from another man. He thought about what he’d do if he found out Elsie had been fucked by her father or another older man, and he seethed. Yet he had done that same immoral deed just the night before.

Now, in his daughter’s room he sat, waiting to do it again, this time to her. Still, though, in his mind, he had not committed to defiling his offspring, even if his very own wife had made the demand. He knew there must be unseen repercussions for doing so. He decided that he wanted her to make the choice. Just as Hazel made her choice to make love to her father, he wanted Brie to give her consent before he would give his.

He heard the faint snap of the light being snuffed out in the bathroom, and soon Brie was padding barefoot back to him in her pajamas: a flowery top with a flouncy ruffle at the bottom, and a pair of loose-fitting shorties, each leg featuring a matching ruffle. She was more awake, evidenced by a sparkle in her round eyes. She was the picture of adorability and Warrick felt his heart swell at the sight of his youthful daughter.

“Come, sit down,” Warrick said, and Brie hopped up next to him and laid her head down in his lap. “How was your day today?” He asked.

“It was good, I think,” she replied.

“You think?”

“I’m trying to remember.” Suddenly Brie’s eyes popped open with excitement and she gasped. Warrick thought she might have remembered her latest incident, but she said instead, “We were in a fashion show!”

“Were you?” he prodded.

Brie nodded, brushing her head against Warrick’s crotch, causing his cock to stir beneath the layer of denim. “We got make up and some free clothes for it.”

“How’d you manage that?”

“Some guy at the mall asked us.”

“That sounds like quite a deal.” Brie nodded again, but didn’t say anything, so Warrick decided to prod the girl’s memory further. “And how was the fashion show?”

“Err,” Brie struggled to remember much of it, but she did recall bits and pieces. “There was a huge crowd and… we got our make up done on stage. That made me feel good. Then they gave us some outfits to wear, but mine was too small.”

“Did it show off your private parts?” Warrick pried, playing the concerned parent.

“No, not that time.”

“But there was another time?”

Brie didn’t recall why she had phrased it that way. Somewhere in her mind, she remembered people seeing her nipples and vagina, but she couldn’t place where. It all seemed like it was just in a dream. “No, I guess not,” she answered.

“Okay,” said Warrick, unconvinced, “If you remember anything, you can tell me, and I’ll understand. You can trust Mommy and me. You shouldn’t keep any secrets from us.”

Brie felt a lump in her throat. She knew her mom had told her to keep a secret from her dad.

Before she could think up an excuse, Warrick continued. “You know, Mommy told me one of your secrets today.”

Brie’s eyebrows fell and she tried to hide the look of worry on her face, by burying herself into her father’s. lap.

“Don’t worry, baby, I can keep secrets, too,” he reassured. “We both love you very much. I won’t tell anyone outside of our family.”

Brie sighed and looked up at her dad, “What did she say?” she whispered.

Warrick paused, letting his daughter’s question hang in the air. He knew he was taking a big step down a road he couldn’t come back from. Finally, with a catch in his throat, he spoke. “She said you wanted to see my cock.”

Brie blushed and looked away again.

“Is that true?”

Brie didn’t answer. She felt the heat of shame fill her face.

Warrick pulled Brie’s head back to look at him. Her eyes were watering. “Is that why you sucked on it this morning?”

Finally Brie burst out, “I’m sorry, Daddy. Mommy said that it was where my medicine came from. I just wanted more medicine. It makes me feel good.”

Warrick brushed his hand down Brie’s cheek gently. “I know honey. Mommy told me about your medicine, too.”

“She did?”

“Mm hm,” Warrick nodded, “She also told me that you tried her medicine. She said that you helped give her cummies, and that she gave you cummies, too.

“But now, baby, since I know your secret, I think it’s only fair that I tell you one of my secrets. Did you know I have a secret, too?”

“No,” Brie shook her head, still in Warrick’s lap. She could feel a firmness forming that wasn’t there before. Instinctively, although she felt shame about sucking on that lump this morning, her desire was growing to do it again, to get his cum, her coveted medicine.

“That’s right,” Warrick said, “But if I tell you this secret, you can’t tell anybody, okay?”

Brie shook her head again.

“Not even Elsie.”

Brie scrunched up her face, “Elsie is bad at keeping secrets. She blabs them all to Mallory.”

“That’s why you can’t tell her,” Warrick said with all seriousness.

“Okay,” Brie said with matching sincerity.

“My secret is, when you sucked on my cock this morning, I really liked it.”

“Really?” said Brie, “I thought I was going to get in trouble.”

“Maybe you should have,” Warrick said. “Daughters are not supposed to be anywhere near their daddies’ cocks. But little girls also aren’t supposed to kiss their teachers, masturbate at public pools, or give their mommies cummies.”

Brie moaned, on the verge of tears, “I know, Daddy.” That brief list, depraved as it was, wasn’t even everything she had gotten up to in that short weekend. “I’m sorry. I’ve made a real mess of things.”

“Shh,” Warrick hushed. He pulled Brie up to sit on his lap, then turned her to face him. “Look at me. You’re a special girl. You’re super-orgasmic, and Mommy and Daddy love you just the same. We’ll do whatever we can to support you, help you, and take care of you. Okay?”

Brie looked away demurely, but shifted in Warrick’s lap, swinging one leg around him to straddle him, “Okay, Daddy.” With that, she leaned up and kissed him on the chin. As she did so, she hugged him tight, and in the process, pressed her pajama-covered vulva against the lump in her dad’s pants. It sent a shiver through her body, and she felt a squirt of fluid squeeze from between her pussy lips.

She felt her dad squirm, too, and she wondered if he was already producing some of her coveted medicine. She was glad that he had liked her mouth on his cock that morning. Not just because it meant she wasn’t in trouble, but because she had felt so primally drawn to it. It was right to taste him, she thought. She strained her neck to kiss her father again, but this time his lips met hers. They began to kiss in earnest, not like father and daughter, but like adults. It was open-mouthed, wet, and lusty. A moan escaped her and, as she continued to make out with her dad, she felt his tongue invade her mouth. She followed his lead and pressed her small tongue back into his. She tasted him and it was wonderful.

She felt his hips thrust upwards while they embraced, and the lump in his pants pushed apart her outer labia from outside her pajama shorties. The fabric began to soak up the juices that she was producing, leaving a growing wet spot at her crotch. She pressed her hips down over the bulge and ground herself along its length, shifting her hips to find the right angle for her clit. Once she was there, she cooed weakly.

Warrick slipped his hands up his daughter’s back and caressed her. Feeling her motions against him, he knew it wouldn’t take long for him to cum, even dry humping behind the jeans he was wearing. He was still committed to letting her guide the action, however, so he performed whatever mental gymnastics he needed to keep his mind in the game and not pop off in his pants.

After a few more excruciating minutes of kissing and grinding, Brie broke away, panting. Her body was sweating and the crotch of her shorties were becoming saturated with her vaginal production. She could see the telling dark patch glistening even in the low light of the bedroom.

She looked up into Warrick’s eyes and said just above a whisper, “Daddy, can I have some medicine?”

Warrick was thrilled. This was his moment. Still, he wasn’t satisfied with her question. He wanted her to be on the level. He wanted her full consent. “Yes baby, but you have to ask for it the right way.”

Brie cocked her head to the side. “What’s the right way?”

“It’s not medicine anymore, Brie. Not for Mommy and not for me. It’s only medicine if you need to talk to anybody else. But for the two of us, it’s cum.”

“Oh,” said Brie. Then she nodded and smiled up at him with her big eyes wide, “Can I have some cum, Daddy?”

Warrick’s heart leapt as the naughty word came out from his daughter’s mouth. He was now ready.

He recalled that his wife’s request was straightforward. She had only tasked him with filling Brie’s vagina with his sperm, but he was being consumed by the moment. In his mind, he knew that this could very well be his one and only chance to have sex with his daughter, his own willing flesh and blood. There were no guarantees that Brie would want to have sex with him ever again, like Hazel had done with her own father. With his wife out of the house, dropping off Elsie, Warrick decided he was going to make the encounter last as long as he could.

He picked Brie up off his lap and set her on her feet in front of him, then stood up from her bed himself, towering over her small frame. He pulled off his shirt and Brie, with a giggle, started to help herself to his belt. Her little fingers loosened the buckle and it swung open. She looked up at her dad and bit her lip, asking for permission.

Warrick nodded and she went to work on the button. At her angle, she struggled to get it undone, and in the process, he felt her hands brush up against his hardened member. By the time she was pulling down his zipper, it seemed as if his cock was bursting out of his jeans.

Brie could now see obvious contours on the large bulge between her father’s legs and she reached for it, feeling its length up and down. It was sturdy and warm. Warrick groaned, a reaction that Brie liked, and it drove her forward. She grabbed for the waistband of his underwear and tugged it down, and when it popped into view, she had a close-up of her father’s manhood.

Her eyes widened at the site. It looked so much bigger than the cocks she had seen on Oliver and Hunter. It was wreathed in colorful veins and its skin was taught and shiny. The young girl wondered how her mother could ever fit such a thing inside of her. She didn’t gaze for long, though, because she wanted to explore with more than just her eyes and soon she reached one hand up to grab around it and ducked toward it with her tongue out. She gave a long, timid lick up the length of her father’s shaft. A tingle ran down her spine at the sound of his approving gasp.

“Yes,” Warrick hissed. “You’re such a good girl.”

His encouragement spurred her onwards, and she took her time exploring the many facets of the cock on display in front of her. She licked it up and down over several sides, feeling the topography of every ridge.

The feel of her tongue was light and it tickled Warrick somewhat. While he enjoyed the expert tongue lashings his wife was able to give him, with plenty of spit and grace, Warrick appreciated his daughter’s lack of experience. It made him feel like a young stud again, broadening the horizons of the girls he fooled around with in high school and college.

Brie reached up with her other hand and cradled his balls. They were large and she danced them delicately between her fingers. Warrick groaned again and she felt his shaft surge in her hand. She gave it a squeeze and noticed a bulbous droplet of pre-cum spill down the underside of his rod, leaving behind a glossy trail as it streaked toward his balls. Before it could reach, however, the girl darted her tongue out and caught it. Then, keeping her tongue pressed against her father’s cock, she followed the silky trail back up to its source. When she reached the extra-sensitive spot near her father’s glans, he moaned suddenly. She decided to linger there. She swiped her tongue up and down the smooth collar of his cock, which coaxed more pre-cum from the slit above. She lapped up whatever he produced and savored the salty flavor of her father’s forbidden juices.

Ever eager for more, Brie opened her mouth and at last popped her dad’s shiny knob into her mouth. It was very large, but she managed. She attempted to keep her teeth away and swirled her tongue along the bottom, again pressing it against the button that dispensed more and more delicious pre-cum.

Warrick watched as his daughter performed. He reached down and caressed her back, neck, and shoulders while she attempted to find a rhythm. He could tell she was inexperienced and he wondered if he was her first blowjob ever. “Baby, you’re doing so well. Have you ever done this before?”

Brie looked up at him with her big eyes and nodded, still with his cock in her mouth. She attempted to speak around it, but what came out was a garbled noise.

“What, baby?” Warrick pulled away from her and she gasped for air, smiling. Viscous strings of spit and pre-cum connecting the two swung down from her lips and hung from her chin, much of it dripping down on to her shirt. Brie giggled demurely and wiped her mouth of with her hands, then wiped her hands on her shorties.

“I’ve done it once before,” Brie repeated, panting. “To a boy at the fashion show.”

Warrick was surprised, but quickly chided himself. At this point, between his wife’s stories and his daughter’s behavior, he felt like nothing was off the table. “I thought you said nobody touched you.”

“He didn’t,” Brie said, half-lying. “I touched him, but he didn’t touch me. Not on my nipples, bottom, or pussy.” She believed that since she had given Hunter a blowjob, but he hadn’t touched any of her private areas that she was technically telling her dad the truth.