Bob Miles married his childhood sweetheart Irene in 1985 at the age of twenty-two. For a decade he embarked upon a conventional married lifestyle, marked five years later when a darling baby girl Amy was born. A joyous occasion in any man's life, the family was completed two years later when along came Maria, another bonny little girl. Over the next three years they enjoyed all the things that normal families enjoyed: New Year, the girls' birthdays, trips out to the coast, Halloween, Fireworks Night and Christmas.
That was, until a cruel twist of fate intervened.
The tumour that took Irene away in 1995 not only devastated Bob but forced a re-appraisal of his insular life. Having to raise two girls single-handedly was a tough proposition and only Bob's unselfish sacrifice along the way ensured that each girl enjoyed every opportunity in life. Yet the pair reached womanhood with such widely differing aspirations sometimes it was hard to believe they were sisters. One turned out to be everything a father could wish for, the other a constant source of disappointment.
Amy, a strait-laced brunette, was the gifted one, a high achiever from an early age who had inherited her mother's smartness and keen brain. It came as no surprise that she comfortably fulfilled her ambition to get through school and go to university. Now in the final year, top grades and a highflying career lay ahead.
On the other hand, Maria, a cute blonde, lacked any kind of drive. Her only ambition, it seemed, was to get through school and leave. Having systematically failed every exam, during the two years Amy had been cutting a niche in life away from the family home, Maria remained unemployed. That Bob still had to resort to spanking a girl of eighteen told its own story.
Constantly getting into trouble, the spankings would become an ever more regular feature of their home life. Free from a sexual agenda initially, the scenario changed when the girl reached eighteen and her pocket money was stopped. Forced to find new ways to extract money out of her father, the spankings would become the catalyst for frenzied bouts of incestuous sexual activity that started with touching and inevitably led on from there.
Not that either party stopped to question the taboo arrangement: saddled with a voracious sexual appetite, having been made a widower hit Bob badly and he didn't exactly have women falling over themselves to date him. At the same time, Maria desperately needed the money.
The studious Amy, of course, had rarely gotten into trouble and as such had needed little discipline. A niggling source of regret for Bob, effectively the older girl was free from his desires and longings. So whilst Maria catered for his every need, Amy had turned out to be daddy's little disappointment.
* * *
As they lay in the marital bed that had become their own in recent months, Maria's cheek rested upon her father's strong chest, her hot post-coital breath warming the flesh, silky blonde hair brushing the tight curls of his chest. Bob voiced a deep longing. "Oh I wish Amy were here with us."
"Me too daddy," whispered Maria. "Imagine, both your little girls to take care of you."
Bob had – many times, his fantasies having run wild. Yet he was realistic enough to realise Amy had her own life away from the family, and that she no longer needed them. It hurt nonetheless, so much so that Bob began visiting adult chatrooms to feed his insatiable desire, trawling the sites for vulnerable girls that craved a father figure and might take the place of Amy. Every so often these online chats would lead to phone sex with his surrogate daughters, but on one occasion it went further, much further...
* * *
Maria arrived home from her friend's one evening to discover a girl of similar age sat in the lounge. "Hi, darling," greeted her father, gesturing a hug as Maria's eyes narrowed. "This is Dani...she doesn't have her own daddy..."
Maria smiled a little awkwardly, confounded and confused, the whole scenario having developed just a little too fast for her to take in. Yes, they had fantasised together about a hot threesome, but this was all too real, too soon. Her heart beat like a metronome. "Daddy, what is this?" she enquired.
"Dani needs love and attention like you do, my sweetie."
Maria glanced over, a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach. Whilst there was no denying the girl was a real cutie, brunette and waif-like with an alluring smile, just like Amy, she wasn't Amy. Maria could hardly believe he'd just invited her to the house without consultation.
"Has daddy done well?" enquired Bob as he held his real daughter from behind, chin pressed to her shoulder, hands lightly stroking her belly.
Maria nodded unconvincingly and an awkward silence pervaded over dinner, punctuated only by Bob's half-arsed attempts at striking up a conversation. This was not going well at all.
As the evening wore on uncomforably, Bob gestured each girl to move in closer. A strange fear of possible loss prompted Maria to skip up upon her father's knee, as was her birthright. Dani took a position next to them on the sofa, the thick sound of apprehensive breathing filling the air. Dani smiled across. "I wish he were my daddy, you're very lucky sis," she mouthed, suddenly falling into character and reaching to place a hand on Bob's thigh.
Maria felt altogether ill-at-ease, shifting uncomfortably in her father's lap. "Well, he's not your daddy," she blurted out, shooting a steely glare before pushing the other girl's hand away, "and don't call me sis."
"Honey, be nice," pleaded Bob, before his tone darkened. "Or daddy will have to spank his naughty little girl's bottie."
But Maria wasn't biting. Without warning she uncoupled from her father's grasp, jumping from his lap. "Sorry, daddy."
With that she stormed out of house.
* * *
A whole week passed, the only clue to Maria's wellbeing marked by a short daily text message, as Bob's pleas for her return went unanswered.
The phone pressed to his ear, a hand wrapped around his thick cock, Bob startled at his daughter's surprise entrance, a mixture of anger and relief. Dressed in a light and airy flowery summer dress borrowed from her friend, Maria was a vision of young innocence. He was embarrassed she should catch him like this.
As the initial embarrassment dissipated, he gestured her to sit down next to him on the sofa, still addressing the phone so as not to betray the overwhelming relief for her safe return. "I know you have to punish me, daddy," she whispered with a little pout, surveying the rock hard cock gripped firmly. "Is that her?" Maria mouthed. "Tell her I'm so sorry, daddy, really I am."
A salacious grin worked Bob's lips into an upward arc. Yes, there WAS some punishment to be administered before the previous week's behaviour could be forgiven and forgotten. Bob continued to address the phone. "Yes dear, she's just walked in."
Maria smiled inwardly. More comfortable territory than before, this was a wholly acceptable compromise that had her soaking wet and aching within seconds of sitting down. At last she had her daddy to herself, yet with the other girl still intriguingly involved on the other end of the phone. And she was horny as hell, having remained celibate for a whole week. Phone pressed to his ear, Bob nodded appreciatively as Maria tossed back her long blonde locks and leaned over to issue a gentle kiss on his brow. "Okay, dear, you tell me what I should do," Bob salivated, addressing the mouthpiece, a pause while the other girl spoke, before he mused: "Oh, you want me to punish her, do you, to put her across my knee? Mmm, okay."
Tilting his head to rest the receiver between chin and shoulder, Bob lifted Maria easily across his firm lap. Maria gasped, melting in his strength. "Okay dear, she's over my knee...Oh yes, she looks very sexy today...she has this little summer dress on that clings to all her curves and especially her hot backside."
It was indeed a gorgeous rump that jutted noticeably from her back and was always ripe for a good hard spanking. Maria felt her pussy tingle, the mere threat of a spanking from her daddy a hot proposition indeed, yet the addition of this other girl somehow supplementing the thrill. Bob evidently felt it too, a thick trail of precum sliding from the eye of a flagpole cock that brushed her hip. "What next?" he enquired, listening intently into the phone for fresh orders.
Belly pressed to her father's knee, Maria breathed in starts, a rush of liquid desire gathering between her legs as he spoke: "Pull her dress up, huh...and expose that hot arse...okay, hun."
Doing as commanded, Bob reached to grip the hem of the dress that rested half way up Maria's thighs. The light, airy material crumpled, exposing the tops of her angular thighs, his heightened breathing vibrating in the mouthpiece. Eventually, after much pawing, stroking and squeezing, the dress smoothed up and the bottom of Maria's buttocks peeped through. Bob heaved a deep sigh of lust before reporting: "Oh she has the sexiest damned arse you ever will see, like two peaches."