Stephs Subjugation

I hear a strange sound in the living room. Usually I say something when entering the house, but I have a premonition to be silent. It's skin against skin. Is someone using the television for porn?

I pass the foyer and turn. I can't move. I can hardly breathe. Steph is still as a corpse on the couch, her younger brother looming over her while his cock repeats it's shoving and pulling. Sounds of wet slapping fill the room. Falcon has his headphones over his ears, his hands wrapped around her hips, and his eyes are closed. I feel my dick tighten. Fuck. I can't keep watching this, but I don't want to stop him. I move behind a wall to see more. Her pink lips have a death grip around his red shaft even though she's passed out. I start rubbing myself outside my jeans. I often try not to think about what it'd be like to fuck Steph's pussy. I guess it's not just me.

Falcon lifts his head to the sky and pounds faster, pulling her hips onto his cock while shoving it as deep as he can with every stroke. "Your cunt is so perfect. I want to fuck you every day until I die. My d-dick belongs in this slutty whore pussy."

I feel myself involuntarily stroking faster and with a tighter grip. How long has this been going? He violently swings his hips into her once more, his hips twitching, his mouth open and silent. When he withdraws, a lot of clear spunk drips out of her and onto the couch. He turns his head directly at me, my cock in my hand, and he gives a full, cheeky smile. He moves one cup off his ears. "Did you like that, dad? Are you ready to go next? She'll be like this for at least another hour."

My organs crawl deeper into my body, but my cock stays hard. I still can't speak.

"Don't be shy. It's not like she's a virgin, and her pussy is top."

He stands to get off the couch where his sister remains, her hips in the air and her head in the cushion. I feel like I am dreaming. It's not real.

"At least try it," he insists, a coy lilt in his voice.

I realize this has to be a dream. As soon as I know I am dreaming, I move closer to my daughter's unconscious body, her pussy exposed for whatever dick may arrive. I'm next. I take her hips into my hands like Falcon did, positioning myself to enter her. It's twitching, the veins popping up. Her muscles start to pull me, and it's so slick from what was just deposited by my son. My face curls up into pleasure, brows furrowed.

"God, I'm already hard again," he mutters, moving to the other side of Steph. He lifts her shoulders and puts his tip on her lips, moving his hips to ease it into her mouth. She's his sex doll.

I start thrusting while watching how he moves her body to be his personal sex toy. I lean over her back to get a better entry, and I realize she is mine too. I haven't fucked a pussy in a while. It feels like years. I'm in a desert without water, and my son showed me the spring.

He grabs her head to gain force, and he matches my thrusts. We are fucking Steph together, making her our slut.

Suddenly, she starts coughing, choking on her brother's dick. It's not a dream. I am fucking my daughter.

Everything hits my brain all at once, and I am cumming. Heavy sperm shoots out of me, and I see it coating her insides in my mind's eye. I don't stop thrusting. I wont stop thrusting. I want to fuck my daughter's sweet pussy until I collapse. I turn into an animal.

Steph starts pushing Falcon away, getting his dick out of her mouth. "What the fuck is happening?!" She tries to turn her head, but he holds it forward towards his dripping tip.

"We're fucking you, slut! Shut the fuck up and enjoy it," he shouts back, pushing his dick back into her open mouth, making her gag again as her throat is occupied. "I'll fuck you up if you bite!"

I'm still thrusting into her soft, wet mess, my dick and hips taking on their own lives, far away from reason. Her hips are mine. Her pussy is mine. I made them, and I'll fuck them if I want, when I want. I feel every inch of her insides squeezing and pushing into me, getting tighter after her brother's threats. She starts moaning onto Falcon's shaft. She likes what I'm doing with my dick. I go deeper and faster, trying to give her pleasures she's never known. My orgasm comes on again, even harder, and I can't keep my mouth shut. "Holy fuck Steph, your pussy is goddamn perfect!" I pull her hips into mine and push my dick as far as it will go, filling her womb with her daddy's thick sperm.

"Fuck yeah, dad," Falcon adds with a devious smile, as Steph pushes him off again.

"Dad?!" She turns her head to look at me, terrified and mortified. "I-I-," she stutters in full disbelief.

She puts her hand over her mouth, and her eyes are wide with fear. They roll back into her head. Her forehead hits the couch again. She's out.

"Let's go again. Please, dad, I love this shit."

I don't know how to refuse. Instead, I say nothing, and I start moving her hips forward and backward slowly. My body is overheating, overstimulated. The sensations are so intense that they are numbing. I can hardly feel my cock.

Falcon starts stroking himself wildly, his grip firm on himself, moving his wrist rapidly to get himself to the edge. "God, I think I'm close again," he groans. I can't stop watching the scene in front of me. My eyes are glued on my son's bare dick inches away from my daughter's face. His shaft is a baton, smacking her cheeks rough after every few strokes. He continues pleasuring himself. His breath is hitching. He starts moaning loud and his cum squirts out of his urethra like a fire hose. His translucent goo expels in rapid ropes, coating his sister's hair, neck, and hoodie. There must have been at least ten trails covering her. I realize I haven't been thrusting. I slipped out of her a while ago, my base pressing against her opening as our shared essence drips out and starts coating me. I watched in pure awe.

My stomach falls into my feet, and I look up to meet my son's eyes. "It looks like this isn't the first time," I say sternly, my words filled with disappointment.

"Of course not," he retorts, amused with my reaction, "I swore you already knew that we do this." His hand continued to rub himself, milking the last drops of our efforts onto his sister.

"Let's take her upstairs," I suggest, grabbing her sweatpants and pulling up my jeans.

Falcon concedes, licking some of himself off his fingers. We turn her over, and he picks her up bridal style, still without his pants. We walk her up the stairs and into her room. He tosses her body onto her bed.

"Watch it! That's your sister!"

He shrugs his shoulders. "My bad, pops."

I take her legs into my arms and start to dress her the rest of the way, taking one more glance at her trimmed bush before putting it away.

We walk out, and I close her bedroom door. "We can talk about this later. I don't even know what to say right now."

"How about start with how good it felt?"

"Don't do this again before we talk," I demand, going back downstairs to my own room. I close my door behind me and sink to the floor, my back pressing into the barrier between me and my family, the past and this new future. I have a lot to consider.