22. Daddy Valentine

by Skye Darrel

  Calm and silent, he stoops over us.

  My brother jerks up. “Dad—”

  “Don’t speak. Not a word. You’re touching my little girl and if you were anyone else you’d be on the floor. Did he hurt you, April?”

  “No Daddy.”

  “Get off him. I need to have a word with your brother.”

  ◆◆◆

  Daddy’s putting the flowers in a glass pitcher on the kitchen counter. Jake stands beside me in his boxers. They talked between themselves for half an hour before Daddy called me to the kitchen.

  “You should let her put some clothes on, Dad.”

  “Nothing I haven’t seen before,” Daddy says. “Am I right, Princess?”

  I blush. “Yes, Daddy.”

  I’m still flushed, buzzing all over.

  Daddy puts the final flower in the pitcher. “I love her as much as you do, Jacob.”

  Jake makes a throaty noise. “Yeah. The older man in charge. Nice flowers, Dad.”

  “Goddamn right about that. I’ll never let her go. I give April what she needs. And you have two choices, son. Stay or leave. Either way, she’s mine and she’ll always be mine. Am I right, Princess?”

  I stand a little straighter. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Who owns your pussy?”

  “You do.”

  “Who makes you cum?”

  “You do, Daddy.”

  “Whose cock was in your mouth last night?”

  “Yours,” I whisper.

  Daddy walks around the counter and kneels at my feet. “Spread your feet, Princess. Your pussy is still wet and I’m hungry.”

  I do as I’m told, and the touch of Daddy’s tongue makes my legs lock out as pleasure curls through my belly.

  “Wider,” he commands. He slaps my ass. “Hands behind your back.”

  I slide my feet apart and hold my elbows behind me as Daddy pushes his tongue in and out of my slit.

  “This is how you take care of our princess, boy. You treat her right, make her feel good, and worship her little pussy like it’s the only one on Earth.”

  I take deep breaths. I can’t imagine what Jake must be thinking, but I let Daddy take everything he wants. He may be on his knees, but he’s still the man of this house.

  “Good girl,” Daddy says. “We’ll give you the best Valentine’s Day of your life. Am I right, Jacob?”

  The silence makes me tense, until my brother lets out a strangled, “Yes.”

  “We didn’t hear you,” Daddy says.

  “Yes,” Jake says, sharper this time. “I love her, Dad.”

  “I know you do. Well Princess? This is your night. What do you want?”

  My eyes shift between my two handsome men, and I lick my lip. “I-I dunno, Daddy.”

  “We’ll show you. But first—” Daddy brings out an apron and ties it to my naked body— “I believe you had dinner planned?”

  “I need fresh groceries,” I say quietly.

  “We’ll dispense with that tonight.” Daddy pulls out his hard cock, lifts my apron, and rubs himself once under my folds. “You’re not leaving this house today, my little Valentine.”

  I do my best to prepare a salad and beef roast. I’m no chef. Daddy always cooks when we eat at home, but tonight his hands are busy elsewhere. Standing behind me, Daddy massages my shoulders as I chop some carrots. Whenever I bend over, he squeezes my rear or plunges a finger into my soaked pussy.

  An orgasm bubbles in my belly, and wetness slicks down my thigh.

  My brother keeps his distance, only moving when I tell him to get something. Jake’s eyes never leave me though. He follows me like a hawk, his hard cock making a permanent tent in his boxers.

  As I lean down to check the oven, Jake kneels behind me and buries his tongue in my pussy. He holds my buttocks, refusing to let go. His tongue slides in and out until Daddy pulls him back.

  “Let her work. We don’t want to be here all night.”

  “I can’t stand it,” my brother says, his voice thick.

  I turn around, face burning, and Daddy caresses my clit. He runs his hand over my hips and gives my ass a light slap. “Finish soon, Princess. I don’t think your brother can wait much longer.”

  Thirty minutes later, we set the table.

  “Take the apron off,” Daddy says. “Show us your tits.”

  I obey as Daddy squeezes my breasts.

  “Sit on me, baby girl. I’ll feed you.”

  I slide into Daddy’s lap, his hard cock pushing against my butt. Jake lights some candles and turns down the lights. Daddy cuts the beef, and with one hand on my thigh, feeds me tiny morsels. My brother glares at us, eating mechanically.

  I can’t taste a thing, and I doubt my men can either. We eat little.

  Daddy strokes my hair. “Are you ready?”

  A shiver goes up my spine. “Y-Yes, Daddy.”

  “Jacob, you know those silk curtains we talked about?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Take them to April’s room. Cut them into strips. We’ll be along shortly.”

  My brother leaves without a word.

  “What are you going to do?” I ask, my voice tiny.

  “Tie you down, baby girl. It’ll be better this way, trust me. Now be a good girl and rub your pussy for me while I clean up. But don’t cum, Princess. I want your first orgasm tonight to be on my cock.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  I stand against the table and slowly push a finger into myself, careful not to touch anything too sensitive. Daddy’s eyes follow my hand as he clears the table, his hungry gaze making me hotter and wetter. If I stop even for a second, he’d walk over and smack my clit.

  “Don’t stop, Princess.”

  “Ohhh.”

  When everything has been cleared away, Daddy takes me to my bedroom. My brother has some curtains cut into ropes.

  “Lie down, Princess,” Daddy says, running his thumb over my mouth. “Spread your legs for us.”

  Breathless, I stretch out as my men tie my wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. I’m helpless and fevered hot.

  Daddy scoots between my thighs. Pushing his fingers into my pussy, he buzzes my clit with his tongue. He kisses me down there, sending pleasure rolling through my belly. I pull at my bindings and arch off the bed. When he feels me about to cum, Daddy leans back and thrusts his cock into my pussy. He holds himself inside.

  The orgasm tears through me in waves, my walls rippling around his cock.

  “That’s it. Give Daddy that sweet hot cream. Push it out, little girl.”

  I gasp and jerk, clenching my walls around his shaft.

  “Your turn, Jacob.”

  They change places before I can even catch my breath.

  My brother lashes his tongue over my clit, and my pleasure swells once again. It takes longer this time, but my body gives in. When I’m about to cum, Jake slides his cock into me just like Daddy did and holds himself still.

  I cry out and cum harder, my walls clinging to his thickness, my hips convulsing.

  They take turns, licking me and pushing their cocks into my pussy right before my climax. They don’t cum. They change places after every orgasm.

  I glance at their burning eyes, their erections glistening with my juices, and each orgasm takes longer than the one before. Each one more intense.

  I cum over and over.

  Daddy takes his place once more, and I struggle at the ropes.

  “Daddy I can’t! I can’t cum again!”

  He sits back, breathing heavily. “How many times was that, Jacob?”

  “Five. She came five times.”

  “And you gave her one earlier?”

  “Yes.”

  “Baby girl,” Daddy says softly, “Have you ever cum seven times in one day?”

  “No,” I gasp. “Never.” Tingles run through my pussy. “It’s too much. Too much, Daddy.”

  “No such thing. My balls are boiling with cum and you’ll take every drop.”

 
Desire curls in my stomach. Nerves make me shake.

  Daddy runs a finger around my slit, up to my bud. “Such a juicy little clit.”

  My men untie me, and I can’t take my eyes off their cocks, so huge they look obscene. Their heavy, swollen balls sway as they move around the bed. Every pound of their bodies is packed with hard man, and I’m a soft little girl waiting to slake them one more time.

  “Oh,” I whimper.

  “Don’t be afraid, Princess.” Daddy’s voice comforts me. “Get on your hands and knees. Ass up, show us your pink holes.”

  I do as I’m told and look over my shoulder to see them kneeling behind me stroking their cocks.

  “Your butt looks like a heart, sis.”

  “The roundest, plumpest little ass,” Daddy says. “Lovely. That’s my little girl.”

  Daddy rubs his finger between my asshole and pussy, making me shudder.

  “You like that baby?”

  My eyelids flutter.

  “I want to fuck her asshole,” Jake murmurs.

  “No, her first time back here will be with me. I’m her daddy, I’ll show her how good it feels. You’re too impatient, boy. You get her sweet pussy, she’s ready for it.”

  Jake slides under me until we’re face to face. He guides my hips down, and I feel the tip of his cock rubbing my sticky folds. Another shift, and he splits me open. I haven’t felt them move inside me since they started playing with my clit.

  I swallow a cry, my clenching walls forced apart by my brother’s cock.

  Daddy smacks my rear. “You look so sexy, baby girl.”

  My hands twist in the sheets when Daddy squats around my buttocks. I know what’s coming and squeeze every muscle.

  Jake’s hands dig into my waist. “Fuck!”

  “Not yet, son,” Daddy says. “Hold it in. Baby girl, open your ass for me.”

  I try to relax, but it’s no use.

  Daddy pushes into my tight ring as he squeezes my buttocks. I arch, my pussy tugging on Jake’s cock, and Daddy thrusts harder, his cock squeezing through into my warm passage. Fire stitches my walls as Daddy forces his thickness into me, the pressure intense and hot.

  They impale me, stretching my holes with searing pleasure.

  Jake molds my breasts in his hands, his rock hard cock holding me in place.

  Daddy kisses my shoulder. “Happy Valentine’s, baby girl. I love you.”

  “Thank you, Daddy.”

  Jake stares into my eyes. He doesn’t need to say it. I’ve spent so much of my life with him that I know what he feels.

  My brother kisses me.

  They pump their cocks in rhythm, driving in and out, trailing wet heat in my walls. The room fills with fleshy squelching, the wet, suckling sounds of sex I’ve come to know well.

  I cry out and gasp.

  Daddy wraps his hand in my hair, his hips slapping on my ass as he slams his cock deeper and harder. My brother thrusts through my juices, his hands mashing my breasts.

  “We won’t cum until you do,” Daddy says.

  I moan for them. I’ve cum so many times my climax surges slowly. They haven’t released at all tonight, and I know they’re biting down their cum.

  Jake throws his head back, the muscles in his chest rippling in delicious lines. “I can’t hold out much longer, sis. You’re killing me.”

  “Wait for her,” Daddy growls.

  Jake grits his teeth. He pumps into me harder and faster, his cock rubbing over my spot with each thrust as his body grinds against my clit.

  My heat explodes.

  Every muscle constricts.

  I scream and thrash, crying out an orgasm that wrings through me from head to toe. Pleasure streaks down my spine, my pussy rippling up and down my brother’s cock. My asshole pulses around Daddy’s shaft. I shatter into a thousand pieces and float up on air.

  They tense, thrusting into me once more, again, then a final heave, and they cum together, drenching me with their seed. Their hot cum spew into my holes, marking me forever as theirs.

  Daddy pulls out and kisses down my back. My brother eases me off. With one on each side of my body, they nibble my breasts and hold me down until I stop shaking.

  “Good girl,” Daddy says.

  He took my virginity on this bed yesterday, and today he made me feel something new once more.

  “That bath ready?” he asks Jake.

  “Yeah. Just add water.”

  “Go get it started.”

  My brother leaves, his meaty buttocks scissoring away. From the back he looks just like Daddy.

  “What bath?”

  Daddy doesn’t answer and carries me to the master bathroom, where I see the big corner tub steaming with bubbling water. The floor is strewn with rose petals. Candles flicker along the windowsill. The room smells of sweet roses and soft lavender, soon overwhelmed by the pungent aroma of sex.

  “Happy Valentine’s Day,” Jake says, a sheepish grin on his face.

  The bath is heaven.

  My men get in with me and lather my hair. I giggle. But after a while, I feel around under the water and find their cocks hard again.

  “Baby girl,” Daddy says.

  I know what to do and move my hands slowly, savoring the differences in their bodies, the way my brother shudders and how Daddy sits perfectly still. Leaning into me, they take my breasts into their mouths and suckle my nipples. A while later, I feel a hand under the water rubbing my clit.

  ◆◆◆

  I’ve grown my hair out again, and I’m not wearing makeup. I can tell Daddy loves my natural look as he sweeps my hair around one shoulder.

  He found me in the guest room, once a spare bedroom, and now being renovated. I told him it’ll be the baby’s room. The bump in my belly is growing every week.

  Spring is here.

  After Valentine’s Day, my men kept me happy every day and night, making me cum before bed and the first thing after I wake up. Daddy loves to lick my pussy in the mornings, when he says my scent is the richest. He’s so dirty, and every few nights, he’d tie me to my bed again like on Valentine’s eve. He’d rut into me and make me cum until I can’t, and only then would he shoot his cum deep in my pussy.

  My brother has made me cum in every room of the house, on every surface. Outside the house too.

  One night, we went to see a movie in a theater twenty miles away so no one would recognize us. No one would know we're sister and brother.

  Jake took us to an empty back row, and during the middle of the movie, sat me on his lap and thrust his cock into me. My skirt hid us. He held my hips as he rocked me back and forth, and I had to cover my mouth to keep from moaning. We held back our orgasms until the credits rolled. Then he rubbed my clit right before the lights went on, and I came all over his lap. It was so dirty and hot.

  I’ll never be single again.

  “What are you doing, baby?” Daddy’s just come home from work and rushed right upstairs.

  My brother’s late, stuck in traffic probably.

  I wave at the fresh wallpaper, the half-assembled baby crib. “What’s it look like, silly?”

  Daddy lets my hair down and wraps his hands around my waist. “I told you to leave it for the work crew, Princess. You need to rest.”

  I roll my eyes. Ever since I told them I’m pregnant, they’ve been extra protective. Daddy especially. He won’t let me go out anymore without telling him where.

  “I’m not even one month along,” I say, giggling. “I’m fine.”

  “Princess, I don’t want you lifting a finger. If you want something done, tell me or your brother.” He tips my chin up. “Did you call me silly?”

  The tent in his pants grows. I know where this is going, and my pussy pulses.

  “Yep,” I say sweetly.

  “You should know better. Who am I?”

  “Daddy.”

  “Are you trying to be a bad girl? Hm?” He slaps my butt. “Disobeying me?”

  “Maaaybe.”

  Dadd
y dips his hand under my skirt. “And what’s this, little girl? Wearing panties in the house? Hiding what belongs to me?”

  My blush gets hotter. Daddy slips his hand under my panties and shoves two fingers into my pussy, rubbing back and forth.

  “Such a needy little cunt, Princess. You need to be punished.”

  “You just want to fuck me,” I gasp.

  “Damn right. I’m gonna fuck this little pussy every day right up to your due date. And when the baby comes out, I’ll be in you the next morning. Trust me. I’ll never leave you empty.”

  Daddy is exaggerating, but knowing him, he may really put his cock in me at the hospital. He’s always hard. He told me one night he doesn’t masturbate anymore. He saves it all for my pussy or bottom.

  “Stop being so gross,” I tease him.

  “I told you before, Daddy’s gonna breed you. Now put your hands on the wall and show me your ass.”

  I obey at once, and Daddy flips my skirt up to jiggle my cheeks with sharp slaps. He hits just hard enough to sting, and sparks sizzle between my thighs as he whispers in my ear.

  “Do I have to tie you down all day to make you behave? Maybe that’s what I should do, Princess. Lick this sweet pussy first thing when you wake up, feed you breakfast in bed, and then tie you spread out, and you’ll have to wait with this needy little hole wet all day, waiting for my cock like my good girl.”

  “Don’t forget Jake,” I breathe.

  A final slap cracks over my bottom. “Your brother would sneak home at lunch just to get a fuck in.”

  “I don’t care if you tie me down,” I tease him. “At least you can’t spank me then. At least you won’t put your penis in my bottom. You’d put it where it belongs, Daddy.”

  Daddy turns me around and makes me hold up my skirt and spread my feet. He smacks my folds.

  Once, twice, a third time, and each time his palm gets wetter.

  In a blur of movement, he tears my clothes off and sheds his. He pulls me to the floor, spreads me wide, and thrusts his whole length into my pussy. Daddy’s cock pumps with hunger, rough and fast, fed by the denial of an entire day without me.

  With my hormones crazy, it doesn’t take much for me to cum, but Daddy still draws out my pleasure as long as he can, teasing my clit, and I clench and scream out my orgasm. Like always, he shoots his seed deep in my pussy.