My Father's Daughter Ch 6
The comments were streaming in and the numbers were up: my anal sex scene with Connor was the most popular thing on Pornhub.com. So, when Dad suggested a movie night, my heart sighed with relief. At last something to distract me from the fact that my brother had forced himself inside my ass....and I had my most powerful orgasm immediately afterward.
Dad made popcorn and passed out individual bowls. I don't know if he knew about the video, but Kevin definitely did because he high-fived Connor and said, "Nice job, bro. I gotta try her ask next time too." I was steering clear of Kevin for a while. I was hoping for another classic like
Gone with the Wind
or even an action flick like
The Dark Knight.
Instead, Dad hit the remote and I saw....my bedroom. I saw myself wrestling with Connor. I saw my asshole (which really should be waxed to appear on the internet and only added to my humiliation). Dad was broadcasting my embarrassment to the entire family at once. Including Mark.
"What is this? Did you....?" Mark demanded of Connor. I have never seen him look so angry. Connor shrugged.
"She was asking for it. Shaking her tits and ass at me all the time. She wanted it. Look," and we all turned our attention back to the screen for the grand finale. I blushed with shame as I heard the wanton screams of my orgasm. Mark peered at me curiously. He seemed angry but also amused.
"Becky, I had no idea you were into anal," he said. It was unlike Mark to talk like that. It was unlike Mark to address sex at all.
"I-I'm not," I lied. I knew I was lying and the whole room knew it too.
"Mark, why don't you see if Becky is lying. Give her a rim job. Becky, I trust you did a good job wiping today?" Dad said sternly.
"Yeah, Becky, let's test this out," Mark said, softly. He was looking me in the eyes and I couldn't look away.
"I-"
"Perhaps you'd like to go back to diapers?" suggested Dad. Anything but that. I stood up and pulled my skirt up. Underneath I was wearing a neat pair of pink cotton panties. Something akin to what a five year old might wear. Kevin snickered.
"Hey Becky when do you graduate kindergarten?" Mark ignored him. He made the gesture for me to turn around. I did so knowing the underwear didn't quite cover my large cheeks. I jumped when I felt his hands on me pulling down my underwear. I heard him take a sharp intake of breath and felt myself grow sticky on the effect I was having on my brother.
"Hands and knees, Becky," he said in a voice of deadly quiet. I stuck my ass in the air as I knelt on the couch, giving him access to my most private place. Did I shit today? Was I meticulous when I wiped? Mark lowered his face, inhaled deeply and began to rim me. It was an amazing sensation, but I had to keep my squeals and moans in check. After all what would the rest of the family say? These things were always a family affair. Finally, Mark pulled away and said in a very husky voice, "I think I'm done here," There was movement and when I turned my head around Mark was gone, the rest of my brothers gawking at my exposed ass. I hung my head, almost crying. Mark hadn't enjoyed it. The one brother I wanted to find me sexy had left me in the middle of sex with my ass in the air. Was this another cruel punishment at the hands of my family?
The next morning I woke up in pain. I wondered why I felt like I got hit by a truck. Then I realized: for the first time since I had arrived at my father's house, I had gotten my period. And it hurt.
"Get out of bed. Dad called us down ten minutes ago," Connor said, pulling pants on over his boxers.
"Tell him I can't. I don't feel well," I rolled over, clutching my stomach. Connor, looking worried, came closer and put his hand to my forehead.
"You don't have a fever. You're holding your stomach. Think it's a bug?" Connor's concern was highly unnerving. It's funny that after everything they had seen (and smelled) I was too embarrassed to admit it was my period.
"It's my period. Can you just leave me alone?" Connor's face flushed red, but I couldn't tell if it was because he was embarrassed (why would he be embarrassed?) or angry at my tone. Either way he left me alone and I drifted into an uneasy sleep. I woke up to a nudging on my elbow. Ugh. It felt like someone was excavating my stomach. I needed pain pills.
"I got you something," It was Connor again and he was carrying a box of tampons. "We didn't have any in the house. Dad said you would probably prefer to use this since pads would feel like diapers again," I blinked. He had gone to Dad about this? The whole family was having a powwow about my period? Why did this not surprise me at all? "I also have Tylenol for your cramps. Dad said Mom used to get really bad ones," It was the first time either one of us had acknowledged Mom since we had gotten to the house. I locked eyes with Connor and felt myself start to forgive him for some of his more inexcusable behavior. It would take years of therapy, but I might get there eventually.
I fell back asleep, in a cold sweat clutching my stomach.
