Devoted Daughter and Sister: Part One [Daddy/daughter/brother/incest]

Before I drop my bags, I see daddy, sleeping on the couch. He didn’t expect me back so soon and I’m just in time for Christmas. My trip to Europe was supposed to be for a whole three month. But after the first two, I couldn’t enjoy anymore. No matter how fun my friends tried to make it. Because I know dad is not over mom yet. And it was hard enough getting on the plane in the first place. So, I guess since the start of the trip, I’ve been in a hurry to get back.

I mean, the way my mother left my dad is inexcusable. Not to mention my brother, who doesn’t need this drama right now. All the pressure he had this year to get into the best college has been more than enough, only to get struck down by her selfish needs.

They were close, my mother and brother. Unfortunately, they weren’t close enough to keep her around. Dad and Billy were always good to her. But she never appreciated them.

Not like I do.

Since she left, I felt it my duty to take her place. My slightly younger brother depended on me to keep him organized, while dad needed me to keep everything at home running smoothly. And they still need me.

Over the last few months, I’ve become like a mother to Billy, and a wife for daddy. Of course, it’s not as straightforward as it sounds.

Which is why I carefully place my bags on the floor and sneak closer to daddy. Sure, I want him to wake up. But I want him to be super surprised too. Hence my reason for walking up real close, only to pounce like I’m a lion taking down my prey. With my legs sprawled open like a good little cowgirl, I wake up the only real man in my life.

“Wake up, sleepy head!” I yell as I tickle and straddle him. “Guess who’s back?”

Daddy is all flustered with shock. But he smiles from ear to ear after he sees me peering down at him. Although, it fades just as quickly when he notices the same friction I noticed the moment I pounced.

He’s hard and thudding against my pelvis. A sensation I’ve missed these last few weeks.

But I pretend not to notice. Because the last thing I want is to make daddy uncomfortable. He’s already been through so much.

“Kate, when did you get back?” He asks while trying to discreetly push me off his boner.

Naturally, I fight to keep my position, making the erection in daddy’s pants more distinct than it was before.

“I flew in tonight. And I hope you’re happy to see me?” I answer and start tickling him again.

It’s my favorite game with daddy.

Especially the way I do it lately.

I’m a very promiscuous young lady with desires I can neither understand nor control. The only thing that makes sense to me cannot be said out loud, much less be shared with a friend. How do you confess to this type of indecent lust?

“Are you kidding?” He says. “It’s great seeing you. How was the trip?”

“Underwhelming.” I respond while holding my position on top of daddy. “Glad to see you didn’t wither away without me.”

“Well, we have been cutting it pretty close. Get over here.”

Daddy sits upright to give me a hug, probably hoping I’ll remove myself from his throbbing boner afterwards.

But I’m not quite ready.

“Speaking of *we*, where is Billy? In his room?”

“I think so.”

“Then I should probably go say hello.”

“I think he’ll like that.”

I take my time slipping off daddy. He, on the other hand, is quick to cover up the tent he’s pitching.

“Oh, I got you something while abroad. Hope you like it.”

“As long as it’s not a Russian bride, I’ll probably love it.” Daddy teases.

“Don’t be too sure. It’s not exactly a conventional gift. But I’ll give it to you later.” I say before making my way up the stairs to Billy’s room.

“Want some coffee?” Daddy yells just as I clear the last step.

“That’ll be great, thanks.” I shout back and walk down the hall.

Just like I surprised daddy, I hope to do the same with Billy. So, instead of knocking, I burst into his room and yell, “Surprise!”

In hindsight, I should’ve knocked. Because I find Billy in front of his laptop, jerking off to some graphic videos, and I can’t help noticing the big cock he’s gripping.

“Jesus!” He goes off as he jumps up. He’s not sure what do first, close the laptop or pull up his pants.

“Sorry!” I blush and turn my gaze away from my naked embarrassed brother. “I didn’t know you were…doing that.”

“Can you get out?!” Billy hisses at me when he finally gets control of the situation.

“Yeah, of course,” I recover from the shock as I reverse my steps. And I urgently close the door. “I didn’t see anything,” I lie to make the situation less uncomfortable.

“Just go!” He clarifies aggressively.

Billy has always been the self-conscious one. He’s anti-social and awkward in a crowd. And when I usually walked into his room, he’d be reading a book or playing video games.

When did he start watching porn?

For a few seconds, I linger outside his room, contemplating if I’ll make things worse by going back in. I honestly feel terrible. But it wasn’t on purpose.

At least, I think it wasn’t.

End of Part One

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