Daddy sent Karen and I to a private girls college in New York. He has always been very protective of the two of us. He says he knows what men want from women, and we are too good for the boys who want to date us. Mom died when Karen was 9 and I was 11, and if Karen had been his favorite before, it was more obvious now. I was always the trouble maker, always the one disappointing Daddy - no matter how hard I tried. But I did try - I'd do anything to make Daddy happy - including going to this girls college - where there is no dick in sight.
Karen is two years younger than me, 18 and in her first year at the college. She is about 5'6,120 lbs - very slim, but with these gorgeous 34C breasts. I have always been jealous of her perky tits. She has long auburn hair, and we share the same green colored eyes. I am a Junior this year. I am slightly taller than my sister - 5'8, about 135 lbs. The main difference between us is my smaller tits, and my well rounded ass. My hair is a darker brown than hers, and cut to shoulder length. I would say that we are both very pretty, and have a lot to offer men - if you know what I mean!
Oh - I forgot to mention how religious Daddy is - we grew up in the Catholic church, and Daddy has always tried to ensure our virtue. He never let us where skirts that were above our knees and only very little make up. He also paid for us to go to private girls school both for high school and college. he figured that we wouldn't be able to get in trouble there. He insisted that we live at home while we are attending school, and Karen and I do because we love our Daddy and don't want to disappoint him. However - we still use every opportunity we have to be naughty! Usually I'll bring an extra set of clothes for the times I go out with friends. Karen and I have both had sex - but I have to admit, I'm much more of a slut than she is.
This particular day was a Friday. I told Daddy I was going to my friend Carla's to study after my last class. I told him I'd be late and figured I'd sneak in after he went to bed.
It was about 3 am when we left the club, and I was wearing one of my slut outfits that I hide from Daddy. I had on a tiny, black spandex skirt, and a black satin halter top, that showed all the cleavage I have. I stumbled up the walk, not drunk - but definitely close, and let myself into the house. I bumped my way into the kitchen, and thought I'd sneak a shot of my Daddy's brandy before I went off to bed. I leaned against the kitchen counter as I thought of the guy I'd met at the club.
His name was Jeremy, and he was Hot! We ended up fucking in his car, and him leaving me with two big wads of cum in my tight pussy. I shaved my cunt on a regular basis and just the idea of all that jis in my pussy made me horny again. I pulled the skirt up around my waste, and slid two fingers inside myself - pulling them out, and lick Jeremy's cum and my cum off of them. I never heard my Daddy coming - until the light went on.
I blinked against the light, and saw Daddy standing there - his mouth open and a growing blush on his cheeks.
"Becca - what the HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Daddy screamed at me. I slide my fingers from my cunt with a sucking noise and eased my skirt over my bare pussy. "I'm sorry to wake you up Daddy - I thought I'd be back from Carla's sooner." With that I tried to walk past Daddy, and hurry up the stairs. I was so embarrassed. Just as I slid past Daddy, his hand shot out and clamped against my upper arm.
"You were at Carla's?" he asked - his voice tight.
"yes Daddy" I replied - trying to shrink into the darkness of the hallway.
"Then why are you dressed like a slut?" he demanded.
"Daddy!" I exclaimed - trying to act shocked - "These are just my pj's - I'm going to bed." And then Daddy did something he'd never done before - he slapped me across my face. "Now you're a slut and a liar!" He screamed. His hand tightened around my arm, and he dragged me into the hall, and toward the stairs. I was in shock - Daddy had rarely yelled at me, let alone hit me. I meekly allowed myself to be lead up stairs. Daddy continued to mumble, the words slut, and whore escaping his lips.
Daddy paused in front of Karen's room, flung open the door, and shoved me inside. I fell in a pile next to the bed. Daddy flipped on the light, and bellowed at Karen ; "Wake Up!" She sat up in bed - rubbed her eyes, and asked "What is is Daddy?".
He pointed to me - laying on the floor. "Look at your sister - dressed like a slut, coming home at almost 4 in the morning."
She stared at me - I saw fear in her eyes, and I knew they must mirror mine - Daddy had never acted like this before. Suddenly Daddy lunged for me and grabbed my again my the arm. He pulled me up off the floor and over his lap in one motion as he sat down on the bed, next to Karen.
"Karen honey, your sister is a slut, a tramp - and I'm going to punish her. I want you to watch and see what happens to whores. We are going to teach her to set a good example!" With that Daddy raised his hand and brought it down across my ass.
SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK!
It took me a few moments to realize what was happening. It hurt - the thin spandex covering did little to soften Daddy's blows.
