Family, Sex, and Consequences Ch. 02

Rodney sat at the kitchen island eating a piece of dry toast and reading the morning paper. Rachel, still dressed in her pajamas picked at some eggs on her plate. She looked like she hadn't slept all night and felt that way too. The kitchen door opened quickly, startling both of them.

Justine, Rodney's older sister, a thin redhead, 24 years old, already an owner of her own business, dressed in a thigh length brown skirt, nylons, a white button up top and a cross pendant necklace burst into the kitchen with her usual bright enthusiasm. "Morning, lovebirds!" She beamed at Rodney and Rachel.

"Can you make anymore noise?" Rodney chided his sister.

"Well, you sure are grumpy, today," Justine looked at Rachel, "You okay, Rach?"

Rachel nodded and yawned. "Didn't get much sleep last night."

Justine poured herself a cup of coffee and slapped Rodney on the shoulder, "You dog. You can at least let her sleep!"

Rodney's eyes widened, "But, we..."

Rachel laughed, "Not Rodney's fault. Just had a lot on my mind."

Rodney turned and looked at Rachel with a concerned look on his face. Had they gone too far playing with the fantasy of his younger sister?

"Sorry to hear that. Do you know if Dad is ready?"

"Yeah, he's been up for a bit. What are you two doing?"

"He's helping me with a cabinet for my place. I need to use the truck, and I can't drive clutch." Rodney nodded, "Do you need extra help?"

Justine shook her head and set her coffee cup on the counter. "Oh no, Dad and I will be able to handle it. Thanks."

Rodney sighed with relief. He didn't want to be wrestling a cabinet for his sister all morning. Mark Allen walked into the kitchen. When looking at him, people thought of one thing. Square. Not as in lame, but as in the shape. His shoulders were directly perpendicular to his neck. His arms were muscular and came straight to his hips. Even his jaw was firm and squarelike. His black hair was salted in a distinguished way with gray. As a moderately successful tax lawyer, he liked the graying look, though Patricia really wanted him to dye it since it made her feel older.

He always wore a sport jacket and either a button down shirt of a polo. Today he chose the more casual polo to go with his blue slacks. He surveyed the room and smiled, "Hey, Justine. Are you ready?"

"Yeah, Daddy, anytime," she smiled back at him. "Hey, Rodney, could you do me a favor today?" Rodney nodded at his dad.

"I promised your mom I'd get her car washed but I'm not going to have time. Could you do it?" "Sure, Dad, no problem."

"Excellent. Well you kids have a good day. Tell you mom I won't be back for lunch."

Mark grabbed a set of keys from a hook by the door and Justine trailed behind him giving Rodney and Rachel a timid wave goodbye.

Mark and Justine climbed into the big Ford F150 and buckled up. Mark started the truck and adjusted the air conditioning. He then sat there. He didn't put the truck in gear, he didn't even release the parking brake. The truck idled and the radio with the volume too low to be truly audible was a whisper just below the sound of the fan blowing. Justine turned to say something but then didn't.

After a minute she couldn't stand it anymore. "Is there something wrong, Daddy?"

"Yes, there is." His reply was cold and he didn't even look at her.

"W-what?" Justine shivered. "What's wrong?"

"I am not going anywhere with you when you are dressed like that," Mark said as he turned his head ever so slightly to see her in his peripheral vision and he gestured at her with his hand.

"Oh," Justine said. She quickly opened her purse. "I forgot. I'm sorry, Daddy." Justine pulled out a black band from the purse. It was a half inch wide strap of leather with a ring attached to it. A dog collar. She put it around her neck and secured it.

"Better?" she asked smiling.

"Almost." He gestured at her legs.

Justine's smiled widened. She lifted her brown skirt to reveal her bare shaven pussy. "I didn't bother to put panties on this morning since I knew I'd be seeing you first thing, Daddy."

Mark turned and looked at his daughter's beautiful body. He reached out with his hand and felt her pussy lips beneath his fingers. "You are wet."

Justine moaned from the attention, "Yesss, Daddy, so wet for you."

Mark withdrew his hand and released the parking brake before shifting the truck into gear. Justine started to pull her skirt back down when Mark's commanding voice barked, "Did I tell you to pull your skirt down?"

Meekly Justine replied, "No, Daddy."

They drove to the cabinet shop with Justine's pussy exposed. She was shuddering from arousal. At the shop, a warehouse like building where custom cabinets were built and sold, Mark finally let her pull her skirt down but she had to keep the collar on. Justine was embarrassed by the collar in public and couldn't help but see how the guys in the shop looked at her. It excited her and scared her at the same time. While standing at the counter Justine took out her wallet and paid for the cabinet. Mark knocked the wallet to the floor and calmly told her to pick it up.

Justine turned and bent down to pick the wallet up. She felt the skirt slide lift as she exposed her bare wet pussy to the man behind the counter and her dad. When she stood back up, the man behind the counter had a stupid grin on his face. Other workers in the shop loaded the cabinet into the truck and Mark and Justine left. Mark drove them directly back to Justine's condo. Mark with the help of Justine's doorman, wrestled the cabinet into the freight elevator and then into her condo. Mark tipped him with a $20 and set the cabinet against a wall where it would stay until Justine had the contractor install it.

"Now, little girl," Mark turned and addressed Justine, taking off his coat and tossing it on her table.

"Yes, Daddy?" Justine said.

"Present yourself."

Justine quickly walked over to him and dropped to her knees. Her head bowed and her hands clasped behind her back. Mark walked around her, examining her. He took each tit in his hand for a moment and released them as if he were judging produce for ripeness. His daughter had small but firm tits with pink soft nipples that formed the entire tip of her breast. He preferred the large breasts of his wife Patricia, though. Justine's tits couldn't be fucked like Patricia's tits could.

Mark wrapped her hair in his hand and pulled on it, lifting her from the floor. From her kneeling position it was awkward, she couldn't lift herself and ended up stumbling trying to get her legs under her. "Get out of those ridiculous clothes and fetch me your leash," Mark commanded. Justine quickly complied, rushing to her bedroom shedding her clothes and returning with the leash for her collar. Mark had removed his shoes and was in the midst of pulling off his shirt when she returned, completely naked except for her collar. She knelt before him and held the leash up.

Her pussy ached for his touch. Since they started playing nearly two years ago, Justine didn't have any other lovers who could truly control her like her dad. She grew up listening to what he said and following his orders. She never doubted him. She never had a need to hesitate with him. She smiled slightly as she remembered the months they exchanged emails back and forth not knowing who each other was and that frightening but exhilarating moment when they discovered. He had fucked her in the laundry room that day with Mom in the kitchen. One thin wall separating them. His cock felt perfect to her. Like her missing piece.

Mark took the leash and attached it to the collar. He led her across the room. She followed on all fours, an obedient pet. Mark sat down in a chair. Justine sat by his feet watching his face for his next command, even though she pretty much knew what followed. Mark unzipped his pants, pushed them down and pulled out his thick cock. It wasn't fully hard, but it was getting there.

"Suck my dick," Mark commanded. Justine complied. She took his cock gingerly in her hands and stroked the smooth skin. His pubic hair was not graying like the hair on his head. It was dark and gnarly, though it smelled wonderful. It was the smell only a man could have. Musky and warm. She wrapped her mouth on the shaft and worked up enough saliva to lubricate his cock in her mouth. She had enough experience with his cock to know exactly how he needed it worked. Once she had it wet enough she worked it with her hands as well as with her mouth. She bobbed up and down, gulping at it. Mark leaned back and enjoyed the sight of his daughter sucking his cock. There were many people in Mark's life willing to suck his cock, but only Justine did it right. Only Justine could make him cum with her mouth without him having to do anything.

When he was about to cum, he did what he always did and grabbed Justine by the back of her head and shot his wad into her throat. She choked a little but swallowed it all. She quickly cleaned up his cock with her mouth and returned to kneeling next to him. Her pussy was on fire but she didn't dare touch it. She knew it would only take a minute or two to make her cum. She was wound so tight. She was even more frustrated because she knew it would take her dad a good fifteen minutes to be able to get hard again.

"Did you fuck anybody this week?" Mark asked.

"No, Daddy. No one but you."

"Masturbate?"

"Yes, Daddy. Every day."

"Tell me about it."

"Most of the time I'd masturbate before bed using my toys," Justine explained.

"Most of the time?" Mark inquired.

"Well, yes. Sometimes I looked at porn and other stuff."

"Other stuff?" Mark continued to pry.

Justine felt uncomfortable. "Cybersex and phonesex, Daddy."

Mark paused. This was new. He didn't know exactly how he wanted to explore it. Of course he knew she would have cybersex and phonesed, that was how a lot of their initial sexual relationship was carried out. She hadn't mentioned anything like it since. "Who have you been doing this with?"

"A couple people."

"People... not men?"

Justine blushed. "Not just men, Daddy."

The idea of his sweet beautiful redheaded daughter eating the pussy of another woman stirred life into his cock. Justine noticed and smiled. She continued. "I have phone sex with Kelly a girl I met online. She dominates me and we play out her fantasies."

"What fantasies does she have?" Mark's curiousity grew with he arousal "She wants to fuck me in front of her family. She wants me to clean her pussy after she's fucked her boyfriend."

Mark's cock stood fully erect. He reached down and petted Justine's hair. "Justine?"

"Yes, Daddy?"

"I want to fuck your ass today," Mark said softly. Justine went cold. For their entire time together, having her ass fucked was something she just couldn't do. It hurt too much. She felt awful because it was one of the few things her Dad ever requested and she failed each and every time.

She didn't say anything and Mark guided her to her bedroom. He put her on her bed face down and lifted her up. He reached into her nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. He put some on his finger and gently started pushing it into his daughter's ass. Justine yelped a bit but this didn't hurt, it just reminded her of what was to come. Mark worked his finger in and out of her for a bit, adding more lubricant before putting some on the tip of his cock. He pushed the head against her dark hole and pressed. She whined. The tip slid in a bit before her sphincter clamped shut.

"Relax baby, relax," Mark said gently caressing her lower back.

"Yes, Daddy, I'm trying. NNnnnhhhh. Oh, no. please stop. Stop!"

Mark stopped trying to push his cock into Justine's anus. His cock throbbed with desire. "I'm sorry, Daddy, I'm sorry...," Justine was nearly in tears.

Mark caressed her lower back and patted her. "It's okay baby, it's ok."

"Just fuck me, Daddy, please. Just fuck me," Justine pleaded, wiping a tear from her cheek. Mark angled his cock and felt it glide into Justine's welcoming pussy. Justine groaned and Mark began pumping. He slammed his cock into his oldest daughter's cunt, over and over. Justine, wound so tight from a morning of sexual teasing felt herself about to explode. Her Dad was fucking her more roughly than normal. Mark wasn't angry, really. Patricia had no problem with anal sex. Why does Justine? He didn't even really care about it. It wasn't necessary. It was the fact she couldn't do it that made him want it from her. Her cunt was a tight sleeve that gripped his cock. He could hear Justine begin to breathe heavier and start to moan. Her moan started off like a low rumble and increased in volume.

"Rub your clit," Mark said as he gripped her hips and pulled her onto his cock over and over, as hard as he could.

Justine was waiting for the command and her hand like lightning shot to her cunt, her fingers rubbing on each side of her clit. "Ohhh Daddy, yes, fuck me. Ohh Daddy," Justine cried out as her orgasm built inside her. Her dad's cock felt so good, so amazing.

It didn't take long for the orgasm to seize her, causing her pussy to spasm, causing her to gasp and writhe. Her movements were the final bits of motion needed for Mark to also achieve orgasm. The moment he started to ejaculate, he pulled out of Justine's cunt and let his cum fly over her ass and back.

Mark took his girl in his arms and held her tightly. Her skin was soft and warm against his firm muscular body. He kissed her neck lightly as they laid together.

Justine broke the silence, "I'm sorry, Daddy, I really am."

"Shhh, baby, shhh, it is okay." "No, it isn't," Justine pulled a bit away from him. "I would do anything for you. You are my Master, I'm your slave. I should be able to do anything for you!"

"We'll figure it out, we'll work through it," Mark said calmly.

Justine felt stupid for feeling pouty about not being able to perform anal sex. Her Dad pulled her back close to him and Justine moaned a little feeling his strong arms hold her tight.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Now say that again...," Mark commanded in a hushed throaty voice, "what would you do for you Master?"

Justine wiggled her ass against his cock. "Anything, Daddy."

Mark's perverse imagination took over the next few minutes as he thought of Justine and another woman servicing his cock and each other for his pleasure.