Sorry for the delay - Life has gotten a mite stressful. All the stories i'm writing (non kink ones, in this case!) Took a hit. At a rough estimate, we're half way to 2/3rds through this story, though! Sorry for the long cliff - Next chapter will follow shortly after. Mark has a busy day ahead of him....
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"Daddy?" The voice on the other end of the line wasn't familiar. "This is Lisa: I'm with my friend Nicole. We were hoping you'd like want see us? We've been... very naughty girls." There was a second voice in the background, echoing those last five words: both sounded more than a little suggestive, which gave him a clue as to what was going on. If he was to guess, the person on the line was in her late teens, and he did not recall giving the video to anyone who matched that description.
"Have you? Tell me, girls, how have you been naughty? Have you been watching something you shouldn't? Steal something, perhaps?" After all, unless Mel had somehow spread his video around, the only person who had it was Brianna: the reply confirmed his suspicions.
"How did you know, Daddy?" The voice sounded almost breathless. "We were bored, and were looking at mom's phone. Are you going to... Punish us, Daddy? Bend us over and give us the spanking we need?" The voice in the background seemed to be moaning along, and there was the sound of... kissing? "Nicole can't keep her hands off me. We're both yours, Master."
Alarm bells were ringing loudly in his head: He hadn't realised Brianna had a kid -- she certainly didn't look like a mom -- and he had this sinking feeling growing. "How old are you both, Lisa?"
"I'm eighteen, Daddy." Lisa replied, which took great weight off his shoulders, though he did wonder just how old the black bombshell he'd fucked earlier was. "Nicole turned nineteen last week. She's still a virgin, Daddy." There was the scratching sound of someone snatching the phone, and he heard a different, sultry voice on the line. "I need you to pop my cherry and plant your babies in me, Daddy." Teenagers, he reflected, really had no experience at dirty talk.
"Put Lisa back on," he instructed in a firm tone: There was, again, the brief sounds of a phone changing hands. "Is your mother home, Lisa?" There was a pause.
"Umm.. Yes, Daddy? She's in the shower, she just got back from the doctor." That sounded promising: he considered for a long moment what to do next. "Very well. Then when she emerges from the shower, call me back, and give the phone to her, so we can discuss exactly what I'm going to do to the pair of you. Am I understood, Lisa?"
"Yes, Daddy." She replied, breathlessly. "I hope we can see you soon. Maybe you can plant a baby brother in your little girls, daddy?" There were definite sounds of kissing in the background -- he suspected Nicole -- and he could hear the arousal in her voice.
"Good girl. Of course I will, Daughter. Now, hang up, and call me back when your mom is able to talk. Okay?"
"Yes, Daddy." Her words ending in a moan, as the line cut out. This was quite unexpected, but now he knew? He loved his little girls.
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Nicole had followed Lisa home from school, as was her wont: the two had been inseparable for the past few years, banding together as protection from some of the more... rapist boys at school. The rumor mill was thick with supposition about what had happened to Abigail and Janice at the time. Eventually it had come out it was their (now former) coach, and that had been a whole mess, but by that point they were already good friends and kept hanging out. So it was when they got home -- only a month until graduation, and they were so looking forward to it: Nicole had already been accepted into college, and Lisa was still waiting to hear. So it was they'd arrived at her home just minutes before her mom swanned in, happy as could be, dropping her purse on the table and doing a little spin, telling them she was late due to a quick appointment at the doctor -- assuring them nothing was wrong, she'd dived into the shower.
Now, That just piqued their curiosity -- why was her mom in such a good mood? Her purse was right there. Lisa was not above snooping -- she and her mom were close, and she'd been quite proud watching her prosper as time went on. No more food stamps! So of course she knew the unlock code for her mom's phone. They had eventually found a new message from some guy -- that looked promising -- and the training video he'd sent: the two of them were committed at that point, and had hit play.
Coming to awareness when it ended, she found they were both looking around for Master -- he wasn't there. Nicole was, though, looking at her with lustful eyes -- which she knew she returned: She loved her sister-slave, and could not wait to see her pregnant with master... With Daddy's... baby. Nicole apparently reciprocated, leaning in to kiss her sister, hungrily, hands roaming over her body. Lisa eagerly returned the favour, cupping her sister's face. "We should call Daddy." She knew his number without even thinking: pulling out her phone, her pussy tingling as she dialed, she called up the man who owned their teenage twats.
Throughout the conversation, Nicole could not keep her hands off her: sliding in behind her, groping her breasts, kissing her neck, one hand sliding beneath her skirt, stroking her thigh: when Nicole stole the phone from her, she returned the favour, sliding her hand between her sister's legs: when she was handed the phone back, Nicole moved between her legs, loudly kissing up her inner thigh. Lisa could feel her arousal building. She'd only ever been fucked once, but knew it would be nothing compared to her master or her sisters -- it was round about then she realised her mom was a sister-slave, too -- and Nicole reached her panties right as the call ended, sliding a finger inside her sopping wet slit as she nipped at Lisa's inner thigh: dropping the phone, Lisa clasped her fingers in her friend's braid, pulling her in deeper as she moaned in pleasure. She'd never imagined it would feel so good, no matter how often she had fantasized about this.
Alas, the moment was interrupted as her mom entered the room, wearing her dressing gown, bouncy and happy -- pausing in surprise. Fumbling for the phone, she regretfully pulled Nicole away as she redialed Daddy, holding the phone out to her mother. "Master needs to talk to you."
