Punished by Daddy – For Teaching My Brother!

Part One

Daddy had already left my room, but his sperm was still dripping from my pussy. I scraped a little bit of the white liquid onto my finger and smeared it on my tongue. It was still warm. I loved the taste of daddy’s cum. My heart was racing from the orgasm I had, but it was a close-call as well, because mom decided she wanted a late night snack. Just after Daddy had unloaded inside me we heard her footsteps in the hall. I hated rushing, but the sneaking around was a lot of fun.

I pulled the covers over my naked body and just laid there for a while. The last thing I wanted was to run into mom on my way to the bathroom, so I just played with the sticky cum against my pussy lips, enjoying the moment. The thought of drifting off to sleep came to mind, but my bedroom door creaked open again. This time it was my brother, Matthew.

“Kimmy, are you still awake?”

“Jesus, Matt, don’t you know what time it is? What do you want?”

Use Me, Daddy

My mother left us with nothing. My brother, my dad, me…

She cleared out the one bank account we had, packed her bags while we were at school, and took off. I don’t even care about the note she left, because I’ve managed to remove her from my mind.

It wasn’t easy, of course, but it was even tougher on my dad.

With nothing to his name and working for a minimum wage salary to support two kids, I didn’t think he was going to make it. But he did, and he did it better than anyone expected. Naturally, it took a couple of years, a second job, and a very positive attitude towards poverty, but daddy did it.

He finally got his own company off the ground, started making some money, only to fall into a different type of problem.

Between us and work, he didn’t go out or socialize. With every day that passed, our surroundings got more expensive and luxurious, but daddy was slipping away.

What They Don’t Know: Part 1 (Daddy/Daughter/Survival)

Thirty-four months after surviving the big war, and things are not looking up.

Even the weather.

Summer should’ve started weeks ago. And while the snow finally passed, the cold temperatures remained. In fact, the weather seems to be getting more extreme with every month.

And tonight, it’s especially cold. I can barely feel my limbs as I shiver in one of the four beds that came prepared with the bunker. Sarah is close-by, probably just as cold as I am. With five blankets each and all our clothes on, it’s like the cold can cut through anything.

It doesn’t help that we haven’t been eating much lately. Growing food is hard enough with the strange conditions, but the moment someone spots cultivated land, they purge the nearby area. The logical conclusion is that someone is storing food, shelter, or even weapons nearby. Thus, you become a target when you try to feed yourself.

If I had a gun right now…

“Touch me, daddy.” My daughter’s voice calls out to me.

“Princess? Why aren’t you in bed? It’s freezing.”

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