Confused Connie Pt 02

Author's Notes: This story contains non-consent/reluctance, incest, anal, and BDSM. If this is something that bothers you, please move on to another story for your enjoyment.

This is the follow-up piece to Confused Connie. The third and final entry to this series is finished and should be posted soon.

I'd like to thank @1sickbastard and @JonnyD1 for all their valuable editing help and feedback during my writing process. Both are accomplished Literotica writers and wonderful storytellers, please check them out.

As always, this is the drama of my imaginary friend's and enemies' lives and all of them are over the age of consent, 18+.

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"Wildcat!"

"Sir! Yes, Sir!" Dylan returned as he stood at attention in the yard outside his barracks.

"Leave already? I've got your paperwork right here!" Drill Sergeant Markers barked.

"Sir! Yes, Sir!"

"You better run if you want to catch Digger before he leaves. Dismissed!" He said turning over Dylan's paperwork.

"Sir! Thank you, Sir!" Dylan shouted at his top volume as he saluted his superior officer.

"Alright, get out of here. And Wildcat?" He said with a small smirk on his lips.

"Sir?"

"Try to have a little fun, will you? We deploy Monday morning at 06:00." He winked at Private Dylan Reynolds, turned due north, and headed across the quad at a brisk pace.

Dylan broke into a sprint heading for the parking lot. He saw Digger, Private Karl Gideon, nicknamed so because before he joined the army he was a gravedigger, heading towards his car. Dylan earned his nickname because of all the scratches that covered his arms and back when he arrived for basic training. One of the guys joked he must have been in a fight with a wildcat the night before he arrived, and the name had stuck.

"Hey Digger, could I catch a ride south with you?"

"Sure, Wildcat, not a problem. Grab your gear and meet me here in ten."

Three hours and Dylan would know for sure what had happened to his baby sister. His first two months in basic had passed rather quickly but was pure torture for him, not from his army training, but because of his concerns over not knowing what was going on back home. He had had no contact with Connie in all the time he'd been there. Only a week into it, he got his first confirmation of some of his fears and worries; his father had said, "I have no son," and hung up on him when he called home. He called back and got a line-engaged signal. His worries then escalated to new heights.

He continuously wrote to Connie but all of his letters came back unopened, except that first letter he'd sent her from the bus station. He was sick with worry and put in for leave immediately, and finally, it had come. He was grateful. Four more days and he would have deployed without knowing what had happened at home, at least not for sure. His parents weren't talking to him and he couldn't get a hold of Connie to find out what was going on. His mind filled with realistic nightmares, that his parents knew what he'd done to Connie. For all he knew it seemed to be true. He had to hear it, face to face, from his parents or Connie, or both.

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Judith Reynolds wrangled a diamond-studded earring into her pierced ear as she descended the stairs. She hummed as she collected her purse from the kitchen counter. Her daughter looked a little pale and puffy sitting at the kitchen table with a bowl of soggy cereal in front of her. Her husband was silent, staring at the newspaper in his hands.

She paused with mild concern over the appearance of her daughter, but when she made eye contact with Connie, Connie smiled her innocent smile that said 'I've done nothing wrong', except she had done something for which her father seemed very angry. The two of them had been tiptoeing around each other for weeks now, only Judith had no idea what it could be.

Judith decided she didn't care. She briefly brushed her lips against her husband's cheek, grabbed the car keys, and headed out the front door. She loved her family. She loved her children, but Thomas Reynolds was always the disciplinarian of their 'happy' household and Judith didn't need to worry her 'pretty little head' about such things. So, she didn't, instead she filled her time with going to social lunches, shopping, and drinking martinis.

There was a tension in the house. Judith was of the school that 'ignorance was bliss' and she lived it to its fullest. She turned a blind eye when her husband told her to do so. She bottled up her concerns for her son and let her husband's opinion of his joining the army reign as one parental voice. "That's great, Dylan," had been her only response to her son's announcement that he'd enlisted in the army.

Although, she hadn't spoken to Dylan since he left for basic training, she missed him terribly. It was almost three months later and he would be going overseas soon or so she thought. She didn't know for sure. Yet, four martinis later, she no longer cared.

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Connie got off her knees as her father zipped up his pants over his recently spent cock. She swallowed down his semen, but she didn't make eye contact as she stood in front of him and waited for his direction.

"I'll be home by 5:00. Your mother should be out all day." Thomas said as he shook the paper open and settled on the business section. He methodically took a sip of coffee and returned to the printed word not missing a single beat.

With a flick of his wrist, he dismissed Connie. She ran upstairs to her room, shut the door behind her, and threw herself on her bed. She furiously masturbated, as she often did after servicing her father. Sucking her father's cock left her frustrated and confused, even more so as her body readily responded with arousal at all the things he did to her. She hoped for some release at night, but unless he told her she could, she had to wait until he gave her permission.

Her eyes landed on her dresser where her diary lay open, but unused in the last month, even as she fingered herself. She hadn't made a single entry since her father had found and read it. She'd expected her father to be angry with her, or even with Dylan, but instead he'd said he understood. She closed her eyes, her fingers stilling over her clit so that she didn't make herself cum. Her breathing ragged and shallow, her fingers covered in her slick pussy juices.

Her father had come into her room late one night, about a month beforehand, closing her bedroom door quietly behind him. He offered to tuck her in, although she was settled in for the night and close to sleep, and then he told her he'd read the diary. His revelation woke her up completely and she sat up to face him, fear written all over her expressive face.

Connie had turned scarlet and tried to explain, but he put a finger to her lips and said, "It's okay, baby. It's okay. Really, I knew it was only a matter of time before it happened."

She was shocked, even more so as he sank down beside her and held her in his arms, whispering his assurances over her soft sobs of relief. She felt relieved that at least, finally, someone knew and at least she had someone to confide in. Even though her father had read her words she told him everything, in great detail, which left him rock hard with incestuous lust.

He cleared his throat as he continued to stroke her back. He seemed thoughtful after she finished and said, "You know, you've grown into such a beautiful young lady, Connie. Usually this kind of thing, well, it would ruin a young lady, if anyone found out. So you can see how it's better now that you've told me everything. Now I know a way that I can help you."

"Help me?" She looked up at him with innocent eyes.

"Yes, help you. You wrote that you didn't understand what you did wrong. And if you like, I can teach you how to do it right. It'll be our secret. That way when Dylan gets back in a couple of years, he won't have any reason to complain about your performance." His fingers pushed some loose tendrils of her silky brown hair off her face, tucking it behind the shell of her ear.

Connie worried at her bottom lip. She hadn't really considered how long Dylan would be gone, but her heart sank at the possibility that her father was correct. She leaned closer to him, "I guess so, Daddy. But how would you teach me to do it right?" She'd always trusted her father completely to have her best interest at heart, and even with her surprise over their current conversation and his unexpected acceptance of her incestuous sex, he'd been so gentle and understanding that she just knew his intentions were good.

"Well there are all kinds of things you still need to learn. And now that you've given yourself to your brother, um, I mean, it just stands to reason, that, well, I know I'm not Dylan or anything, but you seem to be okay with incest." He seemed extremely excited as he fumbled over his words. Her cheeks flamed and her breath caught in her throat.

"I know you're worried that you're probably pregnant already." His words raced together with the eagerness in his voice. "But that can be a good thing. See there's nothing to worry about, if you and I practice." He shifted her around so that her legs dangled off his lap and off the bed.

"If you're already pregnant, baby girl, which is usually what you have to worry about the most with sex, I can teach you and you won't have that to worry about it." He smiled down at her. "Would you like that, sweetheart?"

His hand dipped lower to cup her ass cheek as he spoke. She flinched at his intimate touch, her eyes dashing around with nervousness as she shifted in his arms. He caressed her supple flesh, sliding his fingers along the edge of her panties and then underneath them. She gasped as his fingers probed her young flesh.

"I don't know, Daddy. I guess that makes sense. I won't know for sure until tomorrow. Angie and I are going, um..." her voice trailed off as his fingers spread her ass cheeks and teased along her bare skin, slipping lower to rest along dewy gate. She squirmed against her father as her legs dropped open allowing him access to her steamy core.

Her eyes fluttered open and shut for a moment, her breathing ragged and then she closed her eyes as she snuggled into the crook of her father's arm, resting her head against his shoulder. Her hand pressed into his chest, almost pushing him away even as she yearned for him to continue. "Yes, Daddy, I want to learn," she whispered as his fingertip teased her pleasure button.

"Good, baby. Soon you'll be very good at it. Better than your mother, I bet." His voice was husky as he leered down at his daughter. His fingers stretched her open. He pulled his fingers from her and traced a line over her puffy lips. "Taste yourself for me, sweetie. Show Daddy that you'll do exactly what I say, when I say it. It's the only way to learn to do it right."

Her heart raced as her tongue instinctively darted out to do her father's bidding and she tasted herself on her plump lips. She didn't understand why she suddenly felt so nervous, achy, and tingled all over, but she trusted her father and knew that he was only trying to help her. She swallowed down her fear as much as her tangy scent as she shifted uncomfortably in his lap.

"Thank you, Daddy," she murmured as his fingers traced a line down her neck, over her breast, to roll her hardening nub, straining against the soft material of her nightie, between his forefinger and thumb while his lips captured hers. He gently sucked on her bottom lip before thrusting his tongue into her mouth where it met with her own tentative, yet responsive tongue. When he broke the kiss, she gasped as two of his fingers plunged themselves into her tight hot core. "Oh Daddy! But, wait, but, I..."

His breathing was ragged as he said, "Now, now, remember, baby, we have to be quiet so your mother doesn't hear us."

She nodded her head as her eyes clouded with uncertainty. "Yeeessssss, Daddy, but," she squeaked, her voice breaking as he thrust his fingers in and out of her. Soon her body was lost in the sensations building between her legs. "I'll be quiet, I promise, Daddy," she said, eager to please her father.

His fingers curved up, pressing against her g-spot, sending wave after wave of pleasure racing through her body. Her body tensed and then her building arousal burned through her until she felt an aching need for his fingers as they teasingly pulled away once more. She swallowed trying to catch her breath in the process and whispered, "That felt really good, Daddy."

"Uh huh, baby, and this is only the beginning," he said pushing her back against her mattress while he untied his robe. He painted her lips with her juices again. She eagerly licked her lips, her eyes opening to stare up at her father as he dropped his robe on the floor and stood beside her bed in just his striped pajama bottoms. Her pulse was in her throat as she watched her father. She felt like things were moving too fast for her to understand.

He pushed his pajama bottoms down his hips, past his knees to the floor, releasing his hard cock, which twitched at its sudden freedom. He settled his weight over her body, then crawled forward and straddled his daughter. He pressed the head of his cock against her bee-stung lips. "Open up, baby. Yes, lick it like an ice cream cone. Oh, good girl. Such a good little girl." He said as he caressed her cheek while pushing further and further into her mouth.

Connie struggled and choked around her father's massive invading member. Her fears surfaced again, conflicting with the ache burning between her thighs. Her father's face looked angry, much the same way Dylan's had when he'd been inside her. She wondered if she was doing it wrong again, and did exactly as her Daddy instructed her, trying to reassure herself that her father only wanted to help her.

"Now I can't teach you everything yet. Mmmmm, that's really good baby. Oh, swallow, baby, just swallow, don't worry I won't hurt you." Except he was hurting her and her eyes burned with tears. "Yes, just like that. Mmmmm..." he swallowed and licked his suddenly dry lips as he pressed himself further into her throat. "As soon as we know whether or not you're pregnant, we'll know how far I can take these lessons. Oh yes, you're such a fast learner, baby. You get an 'A' in cocksucking. You're going to be my perfect little slut. Yes, just like that."

Her fingers dug into her father's thighs as her rising panic took over her actions. He pressed his weight against her head and fucked her mouth. He moaned softly, captured her wrists, and pinned her to her bed as he worked himself in and out of her mouth brutally. "You don't want to leave any scars, baby, then your mother will know. I have to hold you down for your own good." He grunted, barely giving her a moment to breathe as he pumped in and out of her mouth. Connie cried, her warm salty tears mixed with the musky taste of her father at the back of her throat as he continued to rape her mouth.

When he finally pulled his turgid penis from between her lips, she started to protest but her father covered her mouth with his hand. "I'm only doing this to help you, honey. Don't you want Daddy to help you?"

She was frozen in fear, her eyes leaking tears as she tried to shake her head 'no' but the way her father was holding his hand over her mouth she couldn't move an inch. She blinked at her father.

"Now, when I pull my hand away you have to be very quiet. Okay?" His voice was strained, his breathing ragged. He was a little afraid she'd scream her head off the moment he moved his hand, but as he released the pressure, she just stared up at him. He smiled at her cruelly and then moved off her just enough to flip her onto her stomach.

She rolled over with a small squeak and found her voice. "Daddy, please, I...please you're hurting..." Her statement cut off by the return of his hand over her mouth.

"Ssh, baby. I'm only doing this to help you. You'll thank me later." He used his full weight to press her into her bed, then lifted his hips slightly, slipped his fingers into her panties and pulled, ripping them from her body. He smiled as he covered and crushed her body, her arms flailing about uselessly until they dropped limply on the bed. He whispered in her ear, "You know what? I think since Dylan got your pussy cherry, I should get your ass."

Connie shook violently beneath her father but her struggles were of little match to him. "Yes, I think that would be best," he said.

Connie tried to scream but her shouts muffled by her father's hand over her mouth. She thrashed beneath him with new energy until her muscles tired and finally she fell silent and still. He moved off her slightly, this time lining his cock up with her puckered hole. Connie closed her eyes tight as she felt him pressing against her dark passage, her body rigid with fear. She felt an intense pressure at her 'out' hole and then it stretched and exploded in a burning pain. She cried out but her father's hand still firmly held her mouth, muffling her cries.

"Mmmmm. Remember Connie, you need to be quiet. You promised," he grunted as he forced himself into her.

Connie thought she'd been confused before, but as her asshole erupted in a volcanic inferno all other thoughts flew from her head. Soon her father settled into a rutting rhythm where each thrust was more painful than the last and her mind and body screamed. "Please, Daddy. Please, stop," she whimpered as his hand finally fell away from her maw as he went up on his forearms to give him the leverage he needed.

Thomas' cock felt the warmth of friction created by pumping into his daughter's raw and unprepared dark passage and he didn't care. He moved his weight to one arm, and let his hand slip down her body, forcing its way between Connie and the mattress. His fingers found their way to her clit, rubbing furiously in time with his fucking.

He hadn't meant to take it so far so fast, but she'd been so delightfully naive and innocent that he couldn't resist. He hadn't really thought she would go for his whole, 'I'll teach you about sex, honey' thing and he had to hide his amazement at her answer. She confirmed two things for him with her agreement; one, she was a slut, and two, he could get away with anything he did to her.

It didn't take long for Connie's body to respond to his vigorous ministrations. Soon she gasped and writhed against him, her ass finally relaxed, instead of the continued clenching and attempts to expel his thrusting cock. "That's it. See it's just a little pain, but a lot of pleasure, too. And it won't be so bad next time," he whispered directly into the shell of her ear.

Connie didn't know how to stop her instinctual reaction to her father's fingers in her pussy. Between the invasion of his dick in her ass and his fingers in her pussy she sought to ease her pain by giving into the stimulation of her clit. Once she relaxed a bit, even the burning in her ass wasn't nearly as all consuming as it had been initially. Her mind clouded in confusion at her father's unrelenting thrusts into her backside. Despite her discomfort, she felt herself racing toward that familiar peak of orgasm.

"Daddy, please, you're hurting me," she whispered.

"I've gotta teach you, baby. You need to learn," he grunted as he continued his assault. Her body went rigid beneath him and then spasmed and thrashed. At the same time her anal canal tightened like a vice grip around his expanding cock. His balls churned and tightened with his pumping and he began to spurt his cum deep in his daughter's bowels. His mouth opened wide as a silent roar rushed out his lungs while his cock jerked deep inside, milked by her contracting anal walls. The feel of her father's hot semen spurting inside her brought fresh tears to Connie's eyes.

Connie felt numb inside and out despite the pain running rampant through her freshly fucked virgin ass as her father's weight crushed her into her bed. Tears leaked out her eyes into her bedding as his hot breath tickled the side of her face. He'd said he wanted to help her, teach her, but nothing felt right about what they'd just done.