FAZER LOGINAria POV“Arh, ughhh, ahh, yeah… fuck— fucking stop.""Shit, hell."Aunt Marian voice cursed bitterly through the slightly ajar door.It’s always about your fucking satisfaction again.”“You just came, and me?” Uncle Samson’s voice cracked somewhere in the middle. “You’re my wife, Marian…”"I said I'm busy," Aunt Marian snapped, shoving at his chest. "Plus, your dick is too big. You know what? I can't do this, I'm not in the mood for sex, your tongue is enough. Good night.""That's what you always say. When was the last time… you know what, I'm out."Footsteps echoed from the bedroom. They were getting closer. I wasn’t supposed to lurk around Uncle Samson’s house—like a thief. Hell I wasn’t supposed to hear that. Wasn’t supposed to press my ear to the bedroom door the moment I heard raised voices.I stopped leaning by the door frame and ducked around the corner.Samson slammed the bedroom door and leaned against it, breathing hard, chest heaving.Then he walked straight to the mini ba
“Samuel? Are you in there with her?” Mom’s voice was closer now, suspicious.Time stopped. The water was still running, the only sound covering my loud heartbeat.Sammy’s cock twitched inside me, a reflex, and I nearly sobbed. The sound would give us away. The movement would. His hand clamped over my mouth. Not hard. Desperate. In the mirror, we looked like a crime scene. My skirt around my waist. His pants at his ankles. Red marks on my thighs from his fingers. One of my pigtails had coke undone.Mom was three feet away. If we moved, she'd hear. If we didn't, she might try the handle. I looked up into Sammy's eyes, wide with the same terror, silently pleading for him to fix this.Samuel cleared his throat, his eyes never leaving mine. He looked terrified, but also protective, his hands gripping my hips tighter. “Yeah, I'm in here, Linda,” he called out, his voice remarkably steady considering he was balls-deep in her daughter. “Sorry. It’s… it’s a bit of a situation in here.”“Wha
“Fuckk,” he hissed.Samuel gripped his shaft, guiding the blunt head to my entrance. He was incredibly gentle, moving with agonizing slowness. “Relax for me, Nora. Open up.”His fingers never stopped moving inside me, scissoring, stretching something that felt like it might tear. "You know what happens when Daddy fucks you tonight? When I push my fat cock through that tight little hymen?"I shook my head, eyes wide."You're going to bleed, baby girl. Virgin blood all over my cock, all over this sink, running down your thighs. And I'm going to lick it up." He pulled his fingers out and sucked them clean. "Then I'm going to fill you with my cum."My cunt clenched around nothing. Daddy’s dirty words shocked me but at the same time they excited me. I tried to unclench my muscles, staring into his eyes as he began to push forward. The stretch was intense, a burning pressure that bordered on pain. I gasped, my hands flying to his shoulders to dig my nails in.“Shh, I've got you,” he soothe
Samuel dropped to his knees on the cold tile.The bathroom lights flickered overhead, casting a sick-yellow glow on the wet floor. Steam from the running faucets fogged the mirror's edges. In the mirror, I saw the top of his dark head disappear between my legs. I couldn't take my eyes off him—my stepfather, my Daddy, kneeling before me like I was something to be worshipped and destroyed at the same time."Lean back," he growled. "Spread those pretty fucking thighs wider."I obeyed, hooking my heels onto the edge of the sink, my spine pressing against the fogged mirror. The pleated skirt was already bunched around my waist. My bare pussy glistened under the harsh light, juices smeared down my inner thighs like I'd been leaking for hours. I had.“Daddy isn’t it dirty?” I whispered, even as the hot breath excited me, making my little clit jump."Look at this fucking mess," Samuel breathed, his hot breath ghosting over my wet folds. "It’s not dirty, it’s perfect. Soaked. Ruined. All for m
Daddy’s eyes went completely dark.“Turn around,” he said. “Hands on the wall. Show me what you did for me under that table.”My legs barely worked. I gripped the cold, porcelain edges of the sink. Bending over, spreading my knees apart, I whispered, “like this?”I heard a low groan. “Nora….”In the mirror, I saw us.My skirt was already around my waist from walking. He hadn't let me fix it. My thigh-highs, the pink ribbons in my hair. Innocent. Except I was bare underneath. And his hands were on my hips.His face—God, his face wasn't Daddy anymore. Wasn't Mom's Sammy.“I’m going to punish you now,” he whispered, breathless against my ears. “For giving Daddy a hard time.”I watched, paralyzed, as he raised his hand. The first smack landed hard on my right cheek. The sound was a sharp crack that echoed off the tiled walls. I gasped, my hips jerking forward against the sink, but I didn't move away. A stinging heat bloomed instantly where his hand had connected.“Count,” he ordered.“One
The air left my lungs. “Why are you not wearing panties, Nora?” Samuel's voice was low. Not mad. Not dad-like. Just.… rough.“How do you know Daddy?” I asked, feigning ignorance. “Were you looking?”He coughed once, took a sip of water. “No. I…I—saw it,” he said. Daddy looked flustered.I could lie. Say I forgot. Say they were uncomfortable.I didn't.I didn't look away. I let him look. “I'm not sorry, Daddy,” I whispered. “I took them off before we left the house. I wanted…” I swallowed. “I wanted you to find out.”“Nora,” his jaw ticked. “You can’t say things like that…”“Even now…” I swallowed, looking down at my laps. “I think I’ve ruined my skirt, Daddy.”“Can you not tell, Mommy? Please…Daddy.”He leaned in. I felt the heat of him across the 6 inches table. “Fine, it’s our little secret. But you can’t do it again, it’s not safe to go around…bare. Especially when outsiders are around.”“But you're not an outsider. You're Mom's. But...do you ever look at me and not see her daughte







