To say I was on a high for the rest of the evening was an understatement. I felt giddy and kept grinning for no reason. I think I was starting to get used to the way he was with me now, and although I didn't understand it totally I understood enough to realise that his torment of me was deeply arousing for him, and I loved knowing that. Surprisingly, I was finding that his treatment of me, although confusing and upsetting at times, made me wet and desperate in a way I'd never experienced before. I wondered if he was like this with Mom and reminded myself to try and find that out at some point.
Mom teased me at dinner that she thought I was hankering after some boy or other, and I blushed and avoided either of their eye contact. I squirmed in my seat desperately trying to steer the conversation, which would have been an embarrassing one at any point, but hours after I had been stripped in her hallway and made to swallow her husband's cum it felt like more than I could bear.
I missed my sister at times like this. When we had both lived at home Mom's attention was shared between us and we used to help each other change the subject before it started to get too embarrassing for either of us. Our relationship was deeply competitive and, at times, combative. Her absence from our home certainly made my life easier most of the time, and yet, despite our sibling rivalry we were united in the them and us battles of family life.
All through dinner I kept coughing, my throat hurt from taking Daddy in me like that. Mom kept asking if I was ok, eventually suggesting that Daddy made me his special honey and lemon to make it feel better. He handed it to me with a grin on his face.
"Make sure you drink every last drop, Katie. Daddy's special medicine is not to be wasted."
I felt my blush rising, as I'm sure was his intention, and gulped down his 'special medicine' as fast as I could so that I could escape the torture that the meal had become. I escaped into the lounge and switched on the tv. A peaceful evening was what I needed now and I hoped that the grilling and teasing for the evening was done with.
Daddy followed me into the room leaving Mom to load the dishwasher. "Find us a good film to watch, Katie." He sat on the sofa and I sat on the floor between his feet with my back against the sofa in my usual way, scrolling till I found something I thought we would all like.
I was aware of how close my head was to his cock as I leant back into him. He closed his legs round me briefly before Mom came to sit down. It was so hard to concentrate on the film when all my mind kept thinking about was the way in which I'd been treated this afternoon and how much I'd enjoyed it. There was no denying that his words had made my little pussy drip, and not having been given the opportunity to cum myself meant that I was now feeling desperate and squirmy. I was caught between wanting to disappear up to my room to relieve the built-up pressure between my legs, but also enjoying being close to him.
Mom was sat in the comfy armchair to the side of the sofa, and I knew that we were in her line of vision, so I was careful to try and keep my face as free from the turmoil of emotions I was feeling as I could. I spent some time wondering why I didn't feel more guilty about what we were doing behind her back. I'd watched as her relationship with him had become different over the past few years. When Sarah and I were younger she and Daddy both seemed to be full of fun and they seemed happy together, but in recent years she wasn't that fun person in our lives anymore, and she certainly didn't seem to be the fun person in Daddy's life either.
They used to fuck lots. I knew because whilst our house was fairly spacious the walls were thin, and sometimes very late at night I'd be able to hear Moms moans mixed in with occasional giggles. I knew exactly who I got my giggly nature from. When I was little I would put my pillow over my head to ignore them, but as I'd got older I'd found myself getting turned on by hearing them fuck in the same way that a sex scene in a film would often make me wriggle and catch my breath.
In the weeks before Daddy caught me playing with myself in his bed I'd only heard them fuck once and that was when they had been out with friends and had come home in a very happy, flirty mood. Mom had been quite drunk, and was happier than I'd seen her in a long time. Daddy had slapped her ass as they had come into the house and told her to get her drunken ass upstairs. She'd giggled all the way upstairs.
I'd been watching tv downstairs when they came in, but had come into the hallway when I'd heard the giggles. Daddy was happy that night too, and had given me a kiss on my head as he walked past me to the kitchen to get them a drink.
Once I'd heard him heading up the stairs I'd turned the tv off and crept part way up the stairs. I hadn't really planned on doing it, but I'd felt strangely jealous of them being upstairs together alone like that. I mean, I knew they slept together every night, but in a normal kind of way. This night had been different because they were so obviously about to fuck, and I didn't know how I felt about that.
I'd strained to hear what was going on. It was quiet initially and I thought that maybe they'd just gone straight to sleep, but it wasn't long before I heard the faint sounds of Mom giggling again and Daddy laughing, telling her to quieten down. I crept further up the stairs so I could hear them better. It was a mix of curiosity and jealousy that urged me forward. Part of me wanted to ignore what was going on so that I could continue my fantasy about him not being interested in her anymore, and how he wanted me instead. Listening to them fuck made that fantasy look ridiculous and yet the thought of his big strong body, naked, doing the things I wanted him to do to me was too much of a draw. I couldn't resist.
Soon I heard Moms giggles turn to moans, and I had tried to imagine what he was doing to her. I'd closed my eyes and imagined being her, laying on the bed with him straddling me. He was kissing my neck, making me groan as his hand found the slit at the side of my dress and his hand inched up my thigh.
My hand had instinctively reached between my legs. I'd been wearing leggings, and hadn't dared to reach inside and play with my pussy in case I was caught, but it had still felt good feeling the heat of my arousal through my clothes. As her moans had become louder and more frequent I'd imagined how his fingers had reached the top of my thighs and gently parted my soaking wet lips. His fingers massaging my clit till he could hear the desperation in my voice.
She'd told him how much she needed him, how much she needed to cum. She'd been breathless and insistent. My fingers had rubbed hard against my clit in response. "I need you, Daddy. I need to cum." I'd whispered under my breath as I'd imagined him talking the length of his cock and teasing me with it, before slowly pushing into me.
He'd pushed inside her, I could tell. Her noises had been rhythmic and loud. I'd concentrated hard and had just about been able to hear the creaks in their bed as he'd kept a steady rhythm. I'd matched his thrusts the best I could. Despite my fingers struggling against the fabric of my clothes as they'd got wetter, I'd been close to cumming, and so had she.
I'd closed my eyes tighter and thought of how much my moans and words were spurring him on right now. I'd imagined his cock sliding in and out of me faster and harder each time. I'd echoed her words under my breath as I sensed that they were both starting to reach their climax.
"I'm so close, Daddy."
"Fuck me harder, Daddy."
I'd been able to hear him now; his breath had been laboured. I'd heard Mom starting to cum, it was unmistakable and irresistible. I'd felt my body tighten as I'd listened to his roar join her screams and whimpers. I'd cum hard, my back pressed against the wall, my hand clenched between my teeth, biting my hand to prevent me giving myself away even though I'd been quite sure that they were too preoccupied right now to have heard me.
