Mom beamed at him. I was starting to get why she loved cooking. It was a subtle way for her to please Daddy. He could compliment her meal, for making something delicious for him to eat and showing off her servitude, right beneath my nose.
“It does, Mom,” I said, that urge to blurt out my orders rising in me. It was so hard to resist.
Georgia glanced at me, arching an eyebrow. She knew I could do things. Then she sighed and said, “Uncle… eh… Dad, can I ask a question?”
“No,” he said. “You can eat your breakfast, young lady.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, sighing. She gave me another look, eyes wide, her head jerking forward towards me.
I shook my head and snagged a piece of French toast. I drizzled it with maple syrup.
It was so hard to eat breakfast as my parents made inane chatter, talking about running errands today. My stomach twisted and writhed. My pussy itched to find out the truth, a wet heat building and building in me.
But I denied it. I had to. I was the slave. I had to remember that. This was what I wanted. I had to avoid the temptation of giving into the impulse to satiate my own desires. My desires were whatever Daddy and Mommy told me they were.
I had to surrender to their will.
It made my pussy hotter and hotter. The more I resisted temptation, the more I denied myself, the more like a slave I felt. A slut-slave to my parents. My cunt felt so hot, my vulva puffy. I squirmed on my chair, a growing puddle of my spicy juices forming beneath me, filling the air with my excitement.
Finally, Daddy pushed away the plate, glancing at me. He held his mug of coffee—something he needed every morning—and nodded to me. “It’s nice to see you practicing self control like a proper young lady.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” I said, my back straightening.
“So you’re probably wondering how Georgia is my daughter.”
I nodded my head. Georgia let out a groan beside me.
“I met your mother through the small BDSM community on our college. Wayne was the president of our university’s chapter. It was an underground club, only about a dozen members. Your mother was already so into it when I met her, Bess. And she had convinced her sister to give it a try. The first time I bound up slut and whipped her ass…” My Daddy stared at Mom, such a look of love in his eyes. “Well, she was beautiful. I’d never seen anything as radiant as her until you were born.”
I smiled at him.
“We started dating. She became my primary slave,” Dad continued. “But the masters still liked to swap around our girls. It wasn’t uncommon for me to play with a few different girls, sometimes with your mother, sometimes when she was with another master.”
My stomach twisted. I didn’t like that at all. I didn’t want to be shared with another guy. I only wanted my daddy to be my master. And it didn’t feel right for Mom to be touched by other guys, too. She was Daddy’s slut.
“The only girl your mom didn’t play with directly was whore, of course.” He glanced at Georgia. “Your mom. We thought incest was wrong until Bess… reprogrammed us.”
“Now I want to play with my sister,” Mom moaned. “With Father and Master.”
“Master?” I frowned. “Who’s that?”
“Your Uncle Wayne.”
“He is not your Master!” I hissed, something dark boiling up inside of me. “You belong only to Daddy! We all only belong to Daddy! You can’t ever want to be touched by another man. Daddy can never give you to another man! Only he gets to play with us, with his daughters, with his slut and whore!”
The prickles burned through my mind. My vision fuzzed almost entirely black. It was like when I changed them into liking incest, into punishing me. I had to rewrite their minds so much. My parents… accepted this.
“Other men can share their women if they want,” I hissed, “but not you, Daddy! You don’t ever want to share us.”
He shook his head. “No, no… Never. You’re all mine and…” He gave me a hard look. “You’re giving commands.”
“Necessary ones, Daddy,” I said even knowing I went too far. I didn’t care. I wouldn’t be shared. “But if you feel the need to punish me, that’s fine. I’ll accept. I’m your young lady, Daddy. Only yours.”
Georgia nodded beside me. “Only yours, Daddy.”
“Your father and I always thought monogamy was… an outdated idea, but…” Mom swallowed. “I can see what you mean. Your father is so special and…” She stared at Daddy. “Your slut only wants to be your slave. Your slut only wants your masculine hands touching her, no other. Not even… Wayne.”
Daddy nodded.
Georgia swallowed. “So… was I a mistake? How did I…?”
“After college, I married your father and your mother married Wayne. We both wanted to have children, to be bred at the same time. We had some tests run and it turned out Wayne… Wayne is infertile. So he asked your father to breed your mother with me. Whore and I are pretty much on the same cycle, so your father fucked us both around the same time. It didn’t quite work out, it’s why you’re a little older, Georgia. But we tried to be bred at the same time.”
“So he knows that I’m not his real daughter,” Georgia said.
“He loves you like his daughter,” Mom said. “Father was just… the sperm donor. We never planned to tell you but… Things have changed.”
“So he… let himself be cuckolded,” I said. “He let the better man breed his woman.”
Daddy gave me a sharp look. A commanding look. I closed my mouth.
“We invited them over to play tonight,” Mom said. “Now… Maybe we should cancel? But how do we get Wayne to understand he can’t touch his wife again because…” Mom frowned, giving me a look. “Because whore is yours, Father.”
“Leave that to me,” I said, my stomach churning. They were going to let Wayne touch me? He was a handsome man, but he wasn’t my Daddy. Maybe… Maybe I could have let him play with Georgia, but learning he was a cuckold… That he let another man touch his woman…
I shook my head. I didn’t like that one bit. A real man shouldn’t be so weak.
“After you girls shower and get ready, we’re going out,” Daddy said. “I have some errands to run with you girls. But first, Georgia, can you bend over the table. I need to examine your ass.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said and rose. She pushed aside her dish and then pressed her round breasts against it. I couldn’t help staring at the sweep of her back towards her rump, her flesh pale and curvy.
I had the sudden urge to play with her.
Daddy stood up and moved around the table. He grabbed her ass, showing how he owned her the way a man should own a young lady. He parted her butt-cheeks, staring at her asshole. Then he glanced at me.
“Do you see anything wrong about her ass, young lady?”
I frowned. I stood up and peered closer as he massaged her rump, his thumbs digging into her pale-beige flesh. I caught a glimpse of her puckered sphincter. I shook my head, not sure what I should be seeing. It looked like a cute ass.
“Sorry, Daddy, I don’t.”
“We spanked her hard last night,” Mom said. “She should still have a red ass. You both should.”
“Well, the nanites in me heal me, right? That’s what you said, Daddy?” A slight tingle ran across my mind. I flushed, not meaning to give him a command.
“That’s what the instruction manual said. I read all sixty-seven pages of the English section last night. Your nanites have effect on other people, too.”
“Yes, yes, you said it gave your cock stamina, Daddy. So you could fuck all your slaves.”
He nodded, smiling. His cock was hard, nuzzling at Georgia’s thigh. A hot thrill ran through me. “But your nanites do other things, too. While you and your sister were sleeping tight last night, they healed her spanked ass. Like I thought.”
“Is that important?” I asked.
“Piercings normally take a while to heal,” he said.
Piercings? What was Daddy talking about?
“Especially clitoral piercings,” he continued. “I haven’t had your mother pierced yet because, well, I just didn’t want to deny myself her pussy for a month while she healed. But with you…”
“I gasped in understanding, my pussy clenching.
“A slave needs to be marked,” he said, staring down at me.
A flutter ran through me. I nodded my head, a whimper building in my throat. “A slave should be marked.”
Daddy’s cock throbbed. I stared at it, a hot surge of desire shooting through me while my nipples and clit ached and throbbed. I wanted to suck on it. I wanted to take it into my pussy and my asshole. I rested my head on sister’s rump, staring at it.
“We have time, Father,” Mom said, grabbing plates and clearing them. “If you need to satiate yourself. Our appointment isn’t until 11.”
“Yes, yes, can we indulge, Daddy?” I purred, loving the silky heat of my sister’s rump against my face.
“You were a good young lady” he said, staring at me. “I suppose you deserve a reward.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” I moaned.
“Lick your sister’s asshole. Indulge your naughty mouth and get her nice and wet for my cock. I need to take her last virginity. I was going to trade her to the body piercer, use her anal cherry to pay for it, but… we have other options.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, my pussy clenching. I didn’t feel jealousy that he wasn’t going to fuck me. I was just one of his slaves. I had to please him. That made my pussy so happy.
Daddy pulled away from Georgia. My sister shivered as I moved around to kneel behind her. My fingers dug into her butt-cheeks. I parted her and stared at her asshole in utter delight. It was so amazing to look at her. I licked my lips, so eager to feast on her. To make her squeal in delight. I smelled her sour musk mixing with the tangy aroma of her pussy.
I hungered to feast on my sister. To pleasure her with my tongue. It was so amazing that she was my sister and not just my cousin. No wonder we felt so close. A giddy rush shot through me from my cunt. A dizzy exhilaration. I held onto her rump, an anchor against my excitement.
I buried my face between her butt-cheeks and licked her asshole.
“Bess!” she gasped, her rump clenching, her asscheeks pressing into my face. “Oh, Bess, that’s so nasty. I love it.”
Juices trickled out of my boiling pussy as my tongue danced around her sphincter. I teased her naughty hole, drinking in her sour musk. My tongue wiggled and pressed against her cherry opening, getting her so ready for that wonderful treat of being fucked by our daddy’s cock. I swirled my tongue faster, caressing that slick, velvety opening.
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