Rodney sat at the kitchen island eating a piece of dry toast and reading the morning paper. Rachel, still dressed in her pajamas picked at some eggs on her plate. She looked like she hadn't slept all night and felt that way too. The kitchen door opened quickly, startling both of them.
Justine, Rodney's older sister, a thin redhead, 24 years old, already an owner of her own business, dressed in a thigh length brown skirt, nylons, a white button up top and a cross pendant necklace burst into the kitchen with her usual bright enthusiasm. "Morning, lovebirds!" She beamed at Rodney and Rachel.
"Can you make anymore noise?" Rodney chided his sister.
"Well, you sure are grumpy, today," Justine looked at Rachel, "You okay, Rach?"
Rachel nodded and yawned. "Didn't get much sleep last night."
Justine poured herself a cup of coffee and slapped Rodney on the shoulder, "You dog. You can at least let her sleep!"
Rodney's eyes widened, "But, we..."
Rachel laughed, "Not Rodney's fault. Just had a lot on my mind."
Rodney turned and looked at Rachel with a concerned look on his face. Had they gone too far playing with the fantasy of his younger sister?
"Sorry to hear that. Do you know if Dad is ready?"
"Yeah, he's been up for a bit. What are you two doing?"
"He's helping me with a cabinet for my place. I need to use the truck, and I can't drive clutch." Rodney nodded, "Do you need extra help?"
Justine shook her head and set her coffee cup on the counter. "Oh no, Dad and I will be able to handle it. Thanks."
Rodney sighed with relief. He didn't want to be wrestling a cabinet for his sister all morning. Mark Allen walked into the kitchen. When looking at him, people thought of one thing. Square. Not as in lame, but as in the shape. His shoulders were directly perpendicular to his neck. His arms were muscular and came straight to his hips. Even his jaw was firm and squarelike. His black hair was salted in a distinguished way with gray. As a moderately successful tax lawyer, he liked the graying look, though Patricia really wanted him to dye it since it made her feel older.
He always wore a sport jacket and either a button down shirt of a polo. Today he chose the more casual polo to go with his blue slacks. He surveyed the room and smiled, "Hey, Justine. Are you ready?"
"Yeah, Daddy, anytime," she smiled back at him. "Hey, Rodney, could you do me a favor today?" Rodney nodded at his dad.
"I promised your mom I'd get her car washed but I'm not going to have time. Could you do it?" "Sure, Dad, no problem."
"Excellent. Well you kids have a good day. Tell you mom I won't be back for lunch."
Mark grabbed a set of keys from a hook by the door and Justine trailed behind him giving Rodney and Rachel a timid wave goodbye.
Mark and Justine climbed into the big Ford F150 and buckled up. Mark started the truck and adjusted the air conditioning. He then sat there. He didn't put the truck in gear, he didn't even release the parking brake. The truck idled and the radio with the volume too low to be truly audible was a whisper just below the sound of the fan blowing. Justine turned to say something but then didn't.
After a minute she couldn't stand it anymore. "Is there something wrong, Daddy?"
"Yes, there is." His reply was cold and he didn't even look at her.
"W-what?" Justine shivered. "What's wrong?"
"I am not going anywhere with you when you are dressed like that," Mark said as he turned his head ever so slightly to see her in his peripheral vision and he gestured at her with his hand.
"Oh," Justine said. She quickly opened her purse. "I forgot. I'm sorry, Daddy." Justine pulled out a black band from the purse. It was a half inch wide strap of leather with a ring attached to it. A dog collar. She put it around her neck and secured it.
"Better?" she asked smiling.
"Almost." He gestured at her legs.
Justine's smiled widened. She lifted her brown skirt to reveal her bare shaven pussy. "I didn't bother to put panties on this morning since I knew I'd be seeing you first thing, Daddy."
Mark turned and looked at his daughter's beautiful body. He reached out with his hand and felt her pussy lips beneath his fingers. "You are wet."
Justine moaned from the attention, "Yesss, Daddy, so wet for you."
Mark withdrew his hand and released the parking brake before shifting the truck into gear. Justine started to pull her skirt back down when Mark's commanding voice barked, "Did I tell you to pull your skirt down?"
Meekly Justine replied, "No, Daddy."
They drove to the cabinet shop with Justine's pussy exposed. She was shuddering from arousal. At the shop, a warehouse like building where custom cabinets were built and sold, Mark finally let her pull her skirt down but she had to keep the collar on. Justine was embarrassed by the collar in public and couldn't help but see how the guys in the shop looked at her. It excited her and scared her at the same time. While standing at the counter Justine took out her wallet and paid for the cabinet. Mark knocked the wallet to the floor and calmly told her to pick it up.
Justine turned and bent down to pick the wallet up. She felt the skirt slide lift as she exposed her bare wet pussy to the man behind the counter and her dad. When she stood back up, the man behind the counter had a stupid grin on his face. Other workers in the shop loaded the cabinet into the truck and Mark and Justine left. Mark drove them directly back to Justine's condo. Mark with the help of Justine's doorman, wrestled the cabinet into the freight elevator and then into her condo. Mark tipped him with a $20 and set the cabinet against a wall where it would stay until Justine had the contractor install it.
"Now, little girl," Mark turned and addressed Justine, taking off his coat and tossing it on her table.
"Yes, Daddy?" Justine said.
"Present yourself."
Justine quickly walked over to him and dropped to her knees. Her head bowed and her hands clasped behind her back. Mark walked around her, examining her. He took each tit in his hand for a moment and released them as if he were judging produce for ripeness. His daughter had small but firm tits with pink soft nipples that formed the entire tip of her breast. He preferred the large breasts of his wife Patricia, though. Justine's tits couldn't be fucked like Patricia's tits could.
Mark wrapped her hair in his hand and pulled on it, lifting her from the floor. From her kneeling position it was awkward, she couldn't lift herself and ended up stumbling trying to get her legs under her. "Get out of those ridiculous clothes and fetch me your leash," Mark commanded. Justine quickly complied, rushing to her bedroom shedding her clothes and returning with the leash for her collar. Mark had removed his shoes and was in the midst of pulling off his shirt when she returned, completely naked except for her collar. She knelt before him and held the leash up.
Her pussy ached for his touch. Since they started playing nearly two years ago, Justine didn't have any other lovers who could truly control her like her dad. She grew up listening to what he said and following his orders. She never doubted him. She never had a need to hesitate with him. She smiled slightly as she remembered the months they exchanged emails back and forth not knowing who each other was and that frightening but exhilarating moment when they discovered. He had fucked her in the laundry room that day with Mom in the kitchen. One thin wall separating them. His cock felt perfect to her. Like her missing piece.
