His Girls are Sluts.
Disclaimer: All explicit sex acts in this story are done by character 18 years or older.
Chapter 1:
Morgan Gravely stared out the plane's window as her flight crossed the Atlantic. The plane departed from Europe a few hours ago, so she had to keep herself entertained for at least the next four hours or so.
Normally it wouldn't be an issue, but her mind was having a hard time focusing on anything in particular at the moment.
She was returning home after being on a tour of charity events in Europe. It was a fun experience, as well as the longest time she had been away from her family.
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Morgan Gravely was a young singer. Not a well-known one quiet yet, but she entertained those who would listen.
The story behind her talent is mundane. She has always had a love of music, ever since she was a small child. And singing happened to be the part she did best, so her father entered her into classes to foster her skills. From here she would entertain her family whenever the mood struck her, then she entered talent shows, played in local musicals, and eventually started singing on TikTok.
It was on social media that she caught the attention of a small event organizer.
And when a singer who had already signed up for the charity tour had to back out for personal reasons, they gave her a call.
It was a huge opportunity for someone who hadn't even been discovered. The events weren't high profile, but they funded good causes, and it was a great life experience.
She was a little scared at first, being the least outgoing of her sisters, but her father encouraged her. Making sure the organizer was legit, helping Morgan quell her fears.
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Morgan was looking forward to seeing her dad and sisters so much. The tour was fun, she saw so many great places, and met so many interesting people, but after all of it, she just wanted to get home, and her homecoming being so close made it hard to focus on anything else. But there were other things on her mind.
Morgan took out her phone. With the planes Wi-Fi, she had all the entertainment of the internet at her finger types and couldn't think of a thing that would hold her attention.
Instead, she opened her photos on the phone. She had a whole Album file from her trip, but she went to her family pictures, they weren't anything special, except they were of her family.
Oswald Gravely, or Ozzie as his friends called him or just Dad to his daughters. 6ft 1 in height, jet black hair, and soft blue eyes. Same as hers.
Beatrix, her older sister 5ft 10in, same black hair, and blue eyes.
Gemma, her younger sister, is a bit of an outlier in their family. She was the shortest at 4ft 4in. Though her hair and eyes where the same color as the rest of them, her hair was big and curly. While and Beatrix's laid flat, and Morgan's just needing a little styling to be a good halfway between the two.
In terms of appearance, Morgan, and Beatrix where the most similar. Morgan was just a few inches shorter than her big sister at 5ft 4in. Their facial features very close too, Morgan's cheek bones being the only real difference.
But it was looking at her father that had the most effect on her.
He was going to pick her up at the airport when she landed, and she was so looking forward to being alone with him again.
Being away from him was the hardest part of this trip, but unlike her sisters assumed, it wasn't just that she was a sheltered Daddy's girl, at least not in the way they thought.
An aura of frustration washed over Morgan. Her heart quickened, her free hand clutched at the armrest of her isle seat, and a familiar sensation of wetness started between her legs.
Trying to catch her breath, she put her phone away.
Her Dad, Oswald, Ozzie, Daddy. It was a secret between the two of them, A love that went beyond what was appropriate, but she stopped caring about that a while ago, she just didn't like seeming like a horny slut in public...That was reserved for when she was able to sneak off to her father's bedroom. Which thankfully was not too hard at home. She shared a bedroom with Beatrix at home, but she was fortunately the only early bird in a family of nighthawks, and Gemma would be too engrossed in her most recent project or hyper fixation to notice Morgan sneaking down the hall to the master bedroom.
Morgan and her father's secret relationship was hot and heavy behind closed doors.
"Do you need anything Miss?" A flight attendant asked Morgan, momentarily taking her mind off her incestuous thoughts.
"N...no" she answered.
Ok Ma'am, but if you need anything, the help button is right there." He said indicating the little button with an attendant's silhouette on it and walked away.
After the well-mannered attendant walked off, Morgan's sex drive took over again. 'Really...anything?' she thought. She thought about his good looks as her mind turned over to the cliché scenario. Should she call him back, wait until he was alone and get out of her seat and approach him. He was very handsome, and older than her, she would probably get away with calling him 'Daddy' to try and scratch that particular itch. How did one go about propositioning a stranger? She never actually did...
Morgan shook her head, taking her out of her fantasy. Over the past summer, she traveled from event to event, usually with other performers about her age. Parties, drinks, things happened...hot and heavy things. The experience was fun but had left her libido a bit over stimulated. She was mainly regretting not getting one last fuck in before the performers went their separate ways.
Morgan took a few deep breaths, she knew what she had to do. She reached for her carryon bag under her seat and began digging in one of the side pockets. She was hoping not to need it but ended up glad she didn't put in her other luggage.
Hiding it by holding it up her coat sleeve, she unbuckled her seat and headed for the nearby bathroom.
After locking the door, she hung her coat on a wall hook. She unbuckled her belt and pulled her leggings and thong down, bunching them around her boots.
In her hand was a small, but powerful vibrator, a little silver bullet.
She powered it on and moved it to her wet pussy lips.
As the vibrations hit her outer lips, she called on her most erotic memories. Her first time with her father.
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Morgan was always the Daddy's girl of her sisters. Beatrix and Gemma simply had more independent and outgoing personalities, and Morgan just felt so safe and happy spending time with their dad.
That part of their relationship grew even more when her mother died in a shooting at a grocery store. All three of them where young, in reality, Gemma was actually too young to remember her mother, and to her credit, Beatrix stepped up to help with her sisters when she had to, a real model eldest sibling, but Morgan was the one who took it the worst, it was a long journey, one that lead to episodes of depression in her teen years.
Her father was her main source of emotional support by then, and Morgan found her feelings for him growing in ways she knew they should not be, but she couldn't help herself, not knowing what to do, but trusting her dad the most, she simply admitted her feelings to him. He believed it was just a phase she would grow out of and tried his best to encourage her dating boys her age to help, but whenever she thought about trying to find love with anyone else, she just got more depressed.
Morgan accepted she simply wanted her father as a lover and set her sights on making it so.
She flirted with him, dressed in less clothes around the house, she even managed to talk him into dating her. Taking her to locations out of town where no one would know them and acting like a couple.
Oswald knew it was wrong and tried to stop it, but after three dates she wanted to cross a point of no return.
She tried to seduce him, and he was tempted, but when he summoned the will to resist for a moment, it sent her into a spiral.
She was in his bedroom after their third date, and tried kissing him, and getting him to touch her breasts, but when he pulled away, she burst into tears.
Falling onto his bed, she said no one deserved love like he did, especially not from her.
And seeing the pain in his daughter's tear-filled eyes, his resolve slipped.
They locked eyes, and he let her kiss him deeply.
She sat on his bed again, and unbuttoned her blouse, and he unzipped his pants.
Soon they were both naked, Oswald laying over his virginal daughter, they locked eyes. He lowered himself, expertly lining his erect member with her wet opening.
She clutched at his back as he tore her hymen.
They made love, his experience allowing him to bring her to several orgasms before he came.
After he was done, Oswald sat on his knees and looked down on the daughter he had just committed incest with.
Her naked body sprawled out on his bed, her pale skin with a pink tinge from the sex, her once untouched pussy gaped from his size, his cum and her blood leaking out and clinging to her trimmed pubic hair or dripping past her ample ass cheeks on to his bed sheets.
He wasn't worried about pregnancy, as he had each of his daughters get on the pill as soon as their periods started. But a sense of post nut regret was creeping up on him. He did something he could not undo. This was a permanent change to his relationship with his daughter. What if her feelings for him really did pass? He may have ruined 18 years of parenting over a moment of weakness.
Her senses returning, Morgan saw the regret in his eyes, she stood up and kissed him. Trying to assure him she would never regret it.
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