Tired from driving through the previous night, Tom was glad that the game didn't go into extra innings. After he and Jay dropped Bob off at the hospital, he spent the ride to the hotel wondering how difficult it was going to be to get the boys quieted down so he could get to sleep. Remembering how wound-up him and his brothers would get at their age, he didn't expect it to be easy. Since it was late, and knowing that Carol was most likely passed out in her sister's bed, he considered just leaving the kids alone and crashing in her bed. But riding the elevator he discarded the idea since it would put Missy in the somewhat uncomfortable position of having to sleep in the same room as either him or her brothers.
Smirking at the difference a few years in age could make, he stepped off the elevator and headed down the hall. It seemed like just yesterday that their daughter would crawl into her parent's bed and cuddle up to him after having a nightmare. But that had been years ago. Now she was a young woman of eighteen and would soon be going off to college, leaving him to fret about his little girl facing life's temptations.
Then he opened the door to the room and all those thoughts evaporated... were replaced by others. One in particular.
Swinging the door shut behind him, his eyes bounced between his sons and daughter. Huddled near the foot of the far bed, the boys all wore expressions of surprise and nothing else. Laying at an angle atop that bed, with her clothes in complete disarray, Missy's surprise was etched with a sudden fear. In the dimmed lighting he could see between her spread legs, see the tuft of blond hairs surrounding her sex, see how that sex glistened. How red and puffy it was from use. Above her rumpled skirt, her flesh shimmered with sweat. With her bra lying crooked above her breasts, he could also see dried semen splattered across the pert mounds and their swollen, pink nipples.
The image left no doubt about what the siblings had done. It also awoke a primal urge in Tom that he had known was simmering deep down inside him for years, yet had kept in check until that moment.
"Boys. Go for a walk." He ordered, his tone leaving no room for discussion.
"Daddy," Missy whispered, her voice shaking. Her body's energy having been taxed by everything; it took her those few moments to summon the strength to sit up. Awkwardly hauling herself into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, she tried to fix her clothes. Pulling her bra down haphazardly over her breasts, she clasped the blouse shut in front of her with one hand while straightening her skirt with the other.
"Wait." Tom held up a single finger, his tone still authoritative.
Missy's gaze fell to watch her hand swipe nervously at a corner of her skirt while her brothers hurriedly got dressed. Again, one of her biggest fears was disappointing her dad and, thinking she had, the already fading fires within her loins died down to mere lingering coals.
Unable to take his eyes off his daughter, Tom stood still until his sons slipped past him and out the door. When it clicked shut behind him, he walked over to stand in front of Missy.
"I'm sorry, Daddy." Her whispered voice shook again.
"You've been a very naughty girl," he sighed.
"I'm sorry, Daddy." Reflexively repeating the apology, it took a second for his words and tone to register. When they did, confusion made her hesitantly look up at him through the tops of her eyes. What she saw in his expression turned the confusion to disbelief. Even as she then struggled with that emotion, a new little tingle cautiously raced along her tired nerves.
"Now it's time for you to be naughty for me, Honey." His whisper heavy with desire, he reached out to caress her cheek. Tom didn't know if tonight was her first time with her brothers, but he felt confident it wasn't her first time with someone. And now, with his frail grasp on the fantasy of her innocence destroyed, his primal urge had been freed, his morality silenced.
Her tentative hold on the doubts concerning his intentions evaporating, Missy faced a new confused uncertainty. Being caught, she had immediately started requestioning why she had ever done those things with her brothers in the first place. They were so inappropriate... so wrong. And now it seemed she would be doing them with her daddy.
Is it more wrong? Or less wrong? As the questions ricocheted through her, the excited tingle sparking along her nerves reawakened the flowing warmth and fanned her lingering coals into smoldering embers again. In that moment she knew that no matter how much she tried telling herself not to do anything, she wouldn't listen.
"Get on your knees, Honey," Tom ordered, his tone loving but insistent.
Missy might not have had a lot of experience, but she felt confident she knew his intention. A twinge of her lingering fear running through her, she slowly slid off the bed. Kneeling before him, she had to tilt her head back slightly just to stare at the obvious bulge straining his pants. Despite the lingering fear, the sight of it turned the flowing warmth back into tropical breezes and the hand clasping her top shut let go, letting it fall open. With her bra-encased breasts exposed, she tilted her head back further to raise her questioning eyes to his.
"Yea. This is going to be good." Smiling, a surge of lust rolled through Tom at the imagery of her. Recognizing that his height would make it difficult for her to do what he wanted, he took a step back and sat on the edge of the other bed. "Come here, Honey."
The distance wasn't very far, but she felt dirty crawling on her knees across the carpet. And that feeling made her smoldering embers spark into new flames. Kneeling between his legs, she instinctively brought her hands up to rest on his thighs as her gaze became fixating on the bulge before her.
"Take Daddy's pants off." Watching her crawl to him in her disarrayed outfit and pink ponytails, Tom wanted to just pick her up, throw her onto the bed, and shove his cock into her little, used pussy. Yet, he didn't know if another opportunity would ever present itself again and he was determined to take full advantage of this one. Plus, he was confident that they wouldn't be interrupted, so there was no reason to rush.
Her fires starting to swirl with the idea of what she was doing, Missy slid her hands up his thighs to his belt. As she undid it and pulled the strap free, he leaned back to give her freer access. Undoing the button and drawing the zipper down, she pulled the flaps aside. Her breath caught at the sight of his thingy straining his underwear. Her hands shaking slightly, she grabbed the pants' waistband and he set his hands on the mattress to lift himself off the bed. Forcing herself to focus and not stare at his hidden member, she worked his pants down to his ankles.
Removing his shirt and tossing it aside, Tom's eyes crawled over his daughter as she removed his shoes and socks, then slid his pants off him. Her blouse hanging open, he could glimpse her swollen pink nipples under her poorly placed bra, and the white nylons struck out behind her from under her rumpled skirt. Her lax features showed a satisfaction and a shame from what she had already done, as well as an arousal over what she was getting ready to do.
After pushing his pants aside, Missy straightened back up and her gaze was once more drawn to the bulge in his underwear. Still unable to fully believe what she was doing, she hesitantly brought her hands up again, resting one on his thigh and laying the other atop his semi-erect thingy. As it pulsed under her touch, a jolt of electricity shot along her nerves. Her fingers reflexively trying to wrap themselves around it, her mind echoed with the knowledge that it was nearly as big as her brothers.
"Now my shorts." Although a little surprised that she hadn't taken these with his pants, Tom was happy with the added anticipation it created. Again lifting himself up, he watched her grasp the underwear's waistband and pull them down, releasing his cock.
Pushing his underwear aside with his pants, Missy again rested the one hand on his thigh while tentatively reaching for his manhood with the other. Watching her tiny fingers try to wrap around his thick shaft, her mind reeled with what was happening... whose thingy she was holding. And, as her gentle stoking caused it to stiffen, her nerves sparked and her fires flared.
"That's a good girl, Honey." Tom couldn't believe how erotic it was watching his daughter slowly stroke his cock... how enticing she looked doing it. His primal urge roaring, he cuffed the back of her head with one hand and applied pressure. "Now show Daddy what a dirty girl you are."
Still fighting the remaining trickles of fear about doing this, Missy rose up on her knees and guided him toward her lips. Seeing the head shining with precum, she lifted her eyes to his and swiped the juice away with her tongue.
Staring down into his daughter's big brown eyes as she licked the head of his cock drew a quiet grown from Tom and he briefly closed his own eyes.
His reaction sending a surge of excitement through Missy, she also felt a sense of pride that was familiar, yet very different. It made her want to please him and, thinking she knew how, she ran her tongue over and around the head several times, as well as licking his thick shaft.
Holding eye contact with her, Tom reveled in the image before him. A little surprised by her actions, a small part of him wondered how she knew to do this, how many cocks she had licked and sucked. But that part was easily silenced. The harder part was being content for the moment and ignoring the roiling urge to shove her mouth onto him.
Thrilled by the joy in his face, Missy was surprised to find herself struggling with a similar urge. She had only put her mouth on Ricky, Chris, and Frank because they had made her. Yet, she now found herself wanting to do it with her daddy. She wanted to slide her lips onto him... to taste him in her mouth... to feel him between her lips. And as that urge built, she felt his hand at the back of her head tensing. Recognizing his own growing desire for her to do it, her continued wish to please him made her give up the fight.
Shifting her hand to where she thought she would want it; she placed her lips against the tip and slowly slid them over the head. Reaching the indentation under it, she locked her lips around his thick shaft. Then, pressing her tongue against it, she slowly slid her lips down. When they met her fingers, she decided she could take a little more and adjusted her grasp. Sliding down this additional length, she held her lips against her fingers and gently sucked on him while rolling her tongue against his shaft.
"Oh God, that's a good girl. Suck Daddy's cock." The image of his daughter taking his cock into her mouth, her slim lips wrapped tightly around it, was as exciting as the feel of her sucking him was pleasurable. While he now knew that her experience was limited, he couldn't deny that she had a kind of talent for it that made his determination to fuck her pussy waver. And he decided in that moment that he would have to ensure a future opportunity for her to finish him with her mouth.
His words fueling her desire to please him, Missy started sliding her lips up and down on his rigid shaft. The thought that it was her daddy's thingy caressing her nerve-endings fanned the fires within her loins and she closed her eyes.
"Keep looking up at me." Still resolute to make the most of this experience, the image of her looking up at him while sucking his cock was just too much to lose.
