Unwanted: Part 6 by sandstorm3636

When Tiffany came downstairs, she was surprised to find her father in the kitchen wearing an apron over his pajamas rather than his normal work attire. “How’s the business?” Tiffany tried to make small talk with him. After finally getting used to their newfound relationship, she had become less scared of him.”I decided to close up for the holiday and give all the boys a week off,” Randy explained.

“I bet they think you’re the best boss ever,” Tiffany chuckled.

“They would, if I paid them more,” he laughed as well.

“What’s for breakfast?” Tiffany asked while sitting down at the kitchen table. There were already four plates of food set on each side it.

“Just waffles and fruit,” Randy admitted. He was not used to cooking when it did not involve a grill. Pouring batter into a waffle iron was the extent of his ability.

Tiffany sat down on the side of the table that was normally hers. She frowned when she saw the waffles set in front of her. “What is this?” she asked while pointing at several strands of white glistening on the top.

“I added something special to yours.” Randy winked at her.

“Why would you ruin perfectly good food like this?” she demanded while pushing it away.

“It’s still edible.” He slid the plate back toward her. You’ve swallowed this stuff before.”

“During…” Tiffany began to shout but suddenly lowered her voice to a whisper. “During sex only. Why do I have to eat your cum for breakfast too? I don’t even like the way it tastes.”

“Which is why I thought about mixing it with your food,” Randy explained. “You may gain a taste for it this way.”

“You are so cunning,” she groaned. “This is exactly like when you said I should take an enema in the morning.”

“That reminds me, did you?” Randy asked with a greedy glint in his eye.

“I thought you’d be at work today and I’d be going shopping with Mom and Jon,” she explained.

Randy eyed her pajamas up and down. She was wearing a sleeveless shirt and shorts, both with non-matching flower patterns. “Any panties on under there?” he asked while crouching down in an attempt to peek up her shorts.

“You know I don’t wear panties to bed,” she admitted. “Wow, just listen to me. A month ago I would have never dreamed of telling my dad if I was wearing panties or not. You really are a horrible father.”

“Then don’t think of me as your father,” Randy suggested.

“Believe me, it wasn’t that hard to start,” she grumbled. She had never really respected her parents to begin with. They did not hide their disdain for her so she never felt obligated to love them.

“Ah, youth,” Randy sighed happily. “Fucking you makes me feel so young again. I wonder if this is what boys at your school think about.”

“I’m sure it is, in a way; just less creepy and incestuous.”

“Like you really care about that anymore. I’ve watched you and Jon get it on. You’re an animal with him.”

Tiffany did not respond. Instead, she began to eat her waffles. She drenched them in syrup to try overpowering the taste of his cum on top of them but just knowing it was there convinced her mind she could still detect it with her taste buds. Eventually Jon and Lauren joined Tiffany and Randy as well. The four of them ate breakfast as a family, while Randy kept touching Tiffany with his foot beneath the table. He worked his way up her leg until he was pushing his foot into the crotch of her pajamas. Eventually Lauren left the table and went to get ready for their planned shopping trip.

“Why don’t we do something different this year,” Randy interrupted the end of Jon’s meal with a suggestion while his mom was out of the room. “Every year you three buy gifts together and I’m the only one who doesn’t know what I’m getting. How about, since I’m actually home for the holiday for once, we split up. You and Lauren go shopping this morning and get gifts for us while we go shopping in the afternoon to get your things.” Randy patted Tiffany on the shoulder as he spoke so Jon would not mistake who he meant would accompany him.

“Aw man,” Jon groaned. “I was really looking forward to going out with Tiff today.” Tiffany’s cheeks turned red as she recalled the last time they went shopping together. They ended up together in the dressing room of a certain store. The result was a predictable one. She had to walk home without her panties on, dripping cum from her cunt, and limping slightly.

“You two really like spending time together, don’t you,” Randy laughed. “You know Lauren hates being near Tiff though, right?”

“Who cares what Mom thinks,” Jon grumbled.

“Be nice to your mother,” Randy raised his voice. Tiffany rolled her eyes while continuing to struggle to stomach the food on her plate. It was ironic to listen to Randy acting like a good husband when he had been cheating on his wife with his own daughter for over a month.

Reluctantly, Jon went to go get ready at the same time Lauren returned to the room. Randy pitched the idea to her at that time. “Well, I can’t say it’s not a welcome break. I’ve always had to put up with her more than you because of your work. I just feel bad. You finally decided to spend the holidays with us and you end up being with her more than me,” Lauren tried not to be too excited about the idea of not having to go shopping with her loathsome daughter.

“You want to spend time with Jon too, don’t you?” Randy asked.

“Well, I miss the way we used to be but… I’m finding it hard to look him in the eyes now that…” Lauren trailed off. She was glaring straight at Tiffany. It was no secret that she blamed her daughter and not her son for inappropriate relationship that had blossomed between them.

“That’s another thing. Less time with the two of them together,” Randy added.

“Alright, quit selling it to me. I already feel like a terrible mother as it is. You just make it so easy to get around actually dealing with my problem child.”

After Jon returned to the kitchen in full winter gear, the mother and son pair left for the garage to go shopping for holiday presents. As soon as Tiffany heard the car pull out of the driveway, she dropped her fork onto the table and promptly spit out her most recent mouthful of cum and syrup covered waffle. “Eww,” Randy exaggerated his disgust while draping his arms over Tiffany’s shoulders from behind her.

She leaned her head back and let him kiss her face and neck for a while. She had her eyes closed and was moaning softly. “You’re feeling awfully docile today.” Randy was slightly confused but also intrigued. At first Tiffany was afraid of her father’s advances but once she became comfortable with them, she also started to complain.

“Who does she think she is, calling me a problem child,” Tiffany muttered through her teeth. “You two are the problem.”

“Is that so?” Randy slid his hands under the waist of Tiffany’s shirt and began to poke and prod her stomach and eventually her breasts and nipples.

“You’re using your own daughter as a sex toy right now,” she accused him. “Don’t you think that makes you a bad father?”

Randy lifted her shirt up above her breasts and then pushed on the back of her head, forcing her down onto the table. Her chest sunk into the mess of syrup and waffle on her plate. Her hard nipples were now sticky with sugar and semen. “You’re so ungrateful,” Randy sighed. “We actually thought of putting you up for adoption, did you know that?”

“I wish you had,” Tiffany spat back.

“I didn’t want the bad publicity for my business,” Randy explained. “We sold ourselves as a wholesome family and I’ll keep that image if it kills me.”

“So you’d rather fuck your daughter than divorce your fridged wife?” Tiffany snarled.

“Don’t get me wrong, I still love your mother. I just realized I could learn to love you too this way.”

“Is that your excuse? Do you actually love me… as a girlfriend? If you went out and found another woman, would you love her more than me?” Tiffany turned her head and stared at her father with water in her eyes.

“Of course not.” He patted her head. “You are so pretty and so sexy. I can’t get enough of you. You’re like a miniature version of Lauren.”

“You really like that, don’t you?” Tiffany’s face was softer yet still full of accusation. “You love the fact that I am so easy to manhandle. You like that I am smaller than you so your dick seems bigger. You like stretching your daughter’s asshole and making it bleed. You like the fact that I am your daughter and not some stranger. It’s all part of your sick fetish.”

Tiffany’s reward for being so outspoken was a slap to the face that pushed her down into the table more. She felt her father lifting her up by her hips and setting her feet down on her chair. He slid her pants down and off, leaving her bare crotch exposed to the morning air. Despite how much she hated it, being touched by her father always turned her on. Her cunt was already opening up in anticipation.

Tiffany shivered as she felt the chill of her wet insides meeting the cold air. She wanted nothing more than to beg her father to fill her aching hole with his warm cock but she restrained her desire. So far he had done nothing more than touch the outside of her cunt. She had made him promise, under pain of Jon finding out what they often did, that he would only use her asshole.

Randy continued to explore his daughter’s body with his hands, making sure to pinch her nipples roughly and to poke his sticky fingers into her mouth. Tiffany twitched and spasmed repeatedly as she anticipated his penetration of her. She wiggled her ass in front of him, just begging him to stop teasing her.

Randy could tell that his daughter was getting impatient but he had no intention of sticking his cock into her just yet. He pulled the chair out from under her quite suddenly. Her chin hit the table as she fell. She landed on her side on the floor but he grabbed her ankles and lifted them so she was in the air except for her shoulders. She stared up at her father in confusion as he stared down at her exposed crotch. She could see the bulge in his pajama pants and wondered why he had not pulled his cock out yet. She tried to reach up to his waist but he dropped her ankles and let her hit the floor again.