Together Ssn 01

Taking a moment together to enjoy the moment and catch their breath, Lucy dismounts and says, "Thank you. That's just what Mommy needed. I'm tired now, so, good night, Craig," and she walks out of the room.

Craig lays there for a moment, and calls after her, "Good night, Mom," and he rolls on to his side to go to sleep himself.

Nearly a month passes, and Frankie has spent this time with a friend who has been gracious enough to allow her to stay around, and that friend has offered a longer term stay for her, so, she has come home this afternoon to get some of her stuff to take back with her.

She arrives home to find her dad, George, sitting in the living room after a morning work out routine, relaxing, slouched on a sofa. Frankie walks in and says, "Hey, Dad. Where's Mom?"

George answers, "Oh, hi, Frankie. Your Mom is out shopping."

Frankie walks further into the living room, looking around, and asks, "And, where is Craig?"

Caught off guard by not remembering the last time Frankie didn't call her brother a freak, George answers, "He's at work. It's the afternoon. You know he works weekday afternoons."

Frankie is wearing a cute, white summer dress, pleated at the waist, and it dances as she moves, swaying around whimsically. She also wears a pair of elbow-length white lace gloves, and a pair of white, thigh-high, hold-up lace stockings, and a pair of black, ankle-high leather boots. She looks down at her dad as she sways back and forth, noticing he wears a tight tank top, sweaty from his work out, and a pair of boxers, but nothing else.

Frankie says confidently, "Actually, I did know that Craig would be out at work right now, and, I did know that Mom would be out shopping, and will be for quite a while, and," she skips forward towards dad and squats down in front of him, and says, "I knew you would be here. Alone. So I can get what I had always wanted."

Frankie changes from squatting to kneeling and grabs her dad's boxers waist with both hands, and pulls. George asks, "What are you doing?," as Frankie works to slide her dad's boxers down his hips whilst he sits there, refusing to allow what's happening.

Frankie explains, "I have fantasised about having sex for a long time, with you. How I imagined it, I was this awkward teenager with shaky confidence masked by poor humour and mockery, making me arrogant and petulant. You would take me and make me your bitch, dominating me in any way you pleased, to fuck the bitch out of me. But, now, I am a new woman, strong and assured, and, I can make you my bitch, and dominate you any way I please."

George, angered by what he hears from his little girl, slaps her hard across the face, and stands up, towering over her. Frankie barely moves, despite the force and speed behind his huge hand, and she simply says, calmly, "See? I have complete control over you," and she wrenches her dad's boxers down to the floor.

Shocked by her behaviour, George shouts, "Frankie, what has gotten into you?," and Frankie, ignoring the question, grips his cock in one hand, and massages his balls in her other hand. George stands there and demands, "Stop," but, Frankie ignores him as he gets more aroused. "Stop," he says, getting more erect, but, Frankie keeps on doing what she's doing. George then shouts, "Stop!," and squats down and picks up Frankie under each arm and holds her up in the air in front of him.

Frankie is utterly unfazed by her dad's bluster as she is manhandled by him, and she says calmly, "I know you look at step-dad step-daughter porn online, and, I know you want to fuck me. You just wanted me to be your submissive little girl instead of a strong and confident woman."

George screams in Frankie's face and throws her onto the sofa next to them with a crash, but, Frankie quickly composes herself, breathing deeply and controlled to stay calm. As George turns to walk across to his daughter, he steps out of his boxers on the floor, and he pulls off his tank top and throws it down.

George picks up one of his daughter's legs and wrestles with the strap buckle on her boot to loosen it, fumbling for a moment in his frustration, and he pulls it off, and throws it down. Frankie offers him her other leg, and he tears at the buckle, ripping it away and loosening it, and he pulls that boot off too and throws it down. Frankie slides her panties down to her knees, and George grabs them by the crotch and yanks them down her legs, over her feet, and drops them to the floor.

George looks down at his daughter, at her beautiful white dress, dull in the ambient sunlight filtering into the room through the patio doors, her face in shade staring up at his eyes, and he says, disgustedly, "You look like a whore."

Frankie looks up at her dad, and responds calmly, "I look like a bride; all in white."

George, unimpressed, says, "A cheap bride. Therefore, a whore."

Frankie plays with her pleats and brushes her hair out of her face as she looks up at her father's face shadowed in the dim daylight, and she offers to him, "I'm waiting. Take me."

George replies, "No. I'm not doing what you say. You come to me. I'm waiting."

Frankie gets up off the sofa and drops to her knees in front of her dad, and she takes his cock in her hand and strokes it to a full, thick erection. George has an impressively large, girthy cock, which suits perfectly with his bulky and powerful physique; one of a bodybuilder, bulging with muscles everywhere framing his dad bod gut.

George grabs the back of his daughter's head with one of his huge hands, and presses his fully hard cock into his daughter's mouth, who opens wide to allow access as he forces it all the way in deep. Frankie coughs as it slides past her tonsils and pokes the back of her throat as it is inserted balls deep, fully, and throbbing.

Holding his daughter's head in place as she gags as she tries to breathe around the cock filling her mouth, George rocks his hips back and forth to fuck Frankie's mouth with power and precision on each thrust. He asks, "How do you like this? Whore. You look pathetic. You can't even breathe. Had enough?"

On the contrary, despite having her dad's impressively large cock stuffing her mouth, she is expertly breathing through her nose, and, she can take this however long she wants. Actually, Frankie is enjoying this, and who wouldn't enjoy this magnificent monster member?

"Mmmm," Frankie moans, expressing her joy during this act.

George pulls his cock out of Frankie's mouth and steps back, asking, "Done?"

Frankie mops up some saliva off her chin with the back of her wrist, and says, "You know I'm not done. I won't be done until you take me like the man you are, and treat me like a woman." She lies back down on the sofa behind her, and raises her legs to expose her pussy, and she asks, "Well, what are you waiting for? I'm getting bored. Maybe I hyped you up? Maybe you aren't the incredible, strong, hunk I thought were? Such a disappointment, really. Stop messing around and prove to me you are the man."

George, incensed by these words like a bull presented with a red rag, kneels down in front of his daughter, grabs one of her legs in one hand, and his cock in the other, and plunges it deep into his daughter's pussy.

Frankie's pussy wraps around the girthy cock as it goes deeper, eased by the wetness of her pussy, and she lays there with a thoroughly unimpressed look on her face as she stares into her dad's eyes, and breaks eye contact to play with the pleats on her dress, picking at them between her lace-covered thumb and forefinger daintily.

George pulls almost all the way out of his daughter's pussy, and rams it back in as hard as possible, stopped only by her cervix. He pulls back again, and rams back in just as hard, but Frankie continues to play with her pleats in ignorance. George continues to thrust hard and deep with measured precision with every thrust; the precision that would make a porn star blush.

After a while, Frankie rolls her head back and breathes a single moan of pleasure, and George leans over his daughter like a glaring, looming presence, and thrusts faster, maintain his depth of penetration of his daughter's pussy. He stares down at his daughter's darkened face as she rolls her head with her eyes closed, losing herself at last in some feeling of pleasure.

Suddenly, Frankie snaps her head up to face her father and stares deeply into his eyes, startling him slightly as he continues to pound into her pussy with vigour and mechanical precision. Frankie moans as she says, "Yes, fuck me. Fuck me."

George tenses up and pulls out of his daughter's pussy, shooting a hot load of semen onto his daughter's dress. She wipes it up with her gloved hands and licks the cum off the lace, tasting the warm, saltiness of it on her tongue, and she says, "How disappointing. I expected you to finish in my pussy. Isn't that how you always dreamed it would end?"

George, kneeling down in front of his daughter, says, "I don't approve of this behaviour of yours. You are different. You are not the girl I know. You are not the girl I love."

Frankie smiles with almost a sob, and says playfully, "Oh, I'm sorry, Daddy. I wanted to please you, but, I couldn't. Please, forgive me. Let me try again. Please? I want to be your precious little girl. Your princess. I need you. I want you. I love you, Daddy."

George's heart pumps faster with adrenaline as he hears his daughters words, and he sits almost in a stupor, as Frankie says, "Can I make it up to you now, Daddy? I can go again if you can." George begins to throb again to a renewed erection as he hears his daughter's words, and Frankie adds, "It looks like you want to go again, Daddy. Please, allow me to make things right between us. I'm all yours, and I want to make Daddy as happy as can be. Lie down, and I can make Daddy feel better. I promise. Please?"

George, disarmed by his daughter's sudden change in demeanour, sits back and lays down flat on his back on the floor, and Frankie slides off the sofa and crawls over to straddle her father with her pretty white summer dress draping elegantly around her and over him. There must be a break in the clouds at this moment, because sunlight strongly shines through the patio doors, warming the daddy and daughter on the floor as the white of her dress and gloves shine like they're made of bright light.

She reaches a hand between her legs and finds her father's cock and strokes it back to a full erection, and, she uses her other hand to grab her dress at the front and lift it to reveal what's happening underneath, and she says, "Here, Daddy. Look! This is what you've always wanted; your pretty princess, atop her tower, having fun like on a bouncy castle."

Fully hard and ready, Frankie holds her father's cock beneath her and sits herself down on it, holding her dress up so he can see his cock disappear into his daughter's pussy again. George relaxes and lays his head back, and Frankie let's go of her dress as she rubs her hands around his belly as she rolls her hips around on top of him.

Like a fairy tale, the father is finally fucked by his daughter in the way he imagined for so long. He had denied himself his fantasy months before now by filling her arse instead of her pussy, but, now, he gets to have his happy ending with his daughter at last as she willingly gives herself to him.

Frankie leans forward slightly and bucks her hips up and down to ride her father faster like a jockey atop a horse. She feels how he fills her so fully inside, and stares down at her father, who lays there with his eyes closed, focusing on the feeling of pleasure swelling up inside him.

Frankie leans even further forward, and rides faster and harder as she asks breathily, "Daddy? I'm going to cum, Daddy. Can I cum? I want to cum so bad."

George opens his eyes and stares up at his daughter, and says lovingly, "Frankie, girl, you make Daddy want to cum too. Cum with Daddy. Cum with Daddy." They stare into each others eyes, and Frankie blinks hard as she cums, blushing hard across her face, and she opens her eyes as she continues to ride. George says, "I'm cumming, Frankie, girl. I'm cum... ugh... hah," and he shoots a huge load up into his daughter as she sits tightly down on him, waiting patiently until her dad is completely drained, soaking it all in.

Frankie's smile fades from her face, and she says, seriously, "Not bad," and she stands up, grabs her boots and her panties, and walks off, about to leave the living room, but, before she goes, she turns to her dad, and tells him, "I'm here to get some things and stay with a friend of mine for longer."

George, trying to process what just happened, asks, "Not bad? You should be so lucky. And, be grateful that I provide you a place to live."

Frankie responds calmly, "Did you not notice? I haven't been here for over a month. I'm living with a friend, and that's going to continue."

George asks, "Are you moving out?"

Frankie asks, "Do you want me to move out?"

George shouts, "You think you're so clever; so smart. You come in here, saying you're an independent woman, seduce me, then tell me you're leaving. You can fuck off! I've had enough of your attitude."

Calmly and composed, Frankie states, "Actually, I haven't had an attitude at all. You have been the one with the attitude. Angry. Beating me. Fucking me. Sure. I will leave. Good job explaining to Mom why I'm not coming back home. And, good job with the police, because, all I need to do is show them the black eye that will come out soon on my face, and get them to swab my vagina and check for sexual assault, and, with the stain on my dress too, it would look so bad for you."

George resignedly asks, "What do you want?"

Frankie plainly says, "Just act normal. Like nothing has happened. Keep our secrets. And, I will be back to see you all when I want to. That will be easier to explain to Mom and Craig, won't it?"

George huffs, and says, "Fine. You got what you wanted. Just go. Good luck to you. And, what's with you and your brother that you're calling him by his name?"

Frankie replies, "I've just grown up. A new woman. I can look after myself."

George nods and says frankly, "Seriously, good luck to you. I love you. You are always welcome here; when you need."

George stands stunned and defeated as he watches his daughter disappear upstairs. He had just gotten what he had dreamed about for so long from his daughter, and, no sooner did it end that she was going to leave her family home. He doesn't even know if he'll see her again, with guilt tinging the novelty of a beautiful moment shared with her.

He wonders what has made his daughter so defiant of him; if it was the night so long ago now when he took her in the arse and shared in sex with her mother and brother? Had indulging this fantasy of theirs pushed her away? How could he blame her? How could he stop her? How could he say no? If she never wants to see them again, after all of this, he understands.

He notices his daughter standing at the bottom of the stairs in the kitchen, with a backpack over her shoulder, and a fresh pair of trainers on to replace the boots he broke the buckle off earlier. She glances a last look at him, without even a smile nor a tear, as she walks out of her father's sight.

George quietly keeps this encounter with his daughter to himself, as they said, and, over the coming months, Lucy and Craig are left unaware of the circumstances surrounding her absence. Occasionally, though, Frankie spends a few minutes on the phone to let Lucy know she's alive, and asking to stay with her new friend for longer, which Lucy doesn't mind at all, and is grateful for any contact at all.

Frankie has been away from home now for three months, and, her presence is missed, especially by her brother, who likes to watch as she washes and changes clothes. He is feeling nostalgic for those private moments they shared. So, to his delight, he feels a rush of hormones cascade through his body as he scrolls down the trending page of camming site, Wankie Talkie, to find a familiar username, FuckFrankie, and follows the link through.

In Frankie's room, she is hog-tied by a rope, laying down on her back, with her arms and legs hanging suspended in the air by the taughtness of the rope binding, and, another woman, unfamiliar to Craig, is kneeling next to her on the bed, holding to Frankie's pussy and clit a vibrating wand that is responding to queued tips from viewers. Her legs are shaking, and she moans in torturous ecstasy.

The chat is flooding with tips and comments of gratitude and adoration, and Craig is enraptured as many others at the sights and sounds from his sister, so, he reaches down to his hard cock, and wanks himself off as he watches the ongoing pleasure being administered on screen.

It isn't long before he finishes, so aroused by what he is watching, but now he is wondering; where and who is this she is with? A quick scroll to her bio reveals a link to the performer called, Pleasant Cummings, and following the link reveals her cam currently offline, but her room subject reads, 'Welcome to my House of Desires, and revel in the joy I bring with my angel, FuckFrankie."

Looking down at Pleasant Cummings' bio reveals a description reading, "Currently live with FuckFrankie in her room. Come and join us for an unforgettable experience." Craig goes back to Frankie's room and watches, wanting to know more about this world of hers.

He leaves a private message on social media for her to ask if they could meet up at her new friend's place to visit her. And, after turning in to sleep for the night, Craig awakens to a reply from Frankie saying, "Sure. I've checked with my friend and we would be thrilled for you to come along and visit. Come to this address..."

Craig gets himself ready and arrives at that detailed address, waiting to be greeted after a knock on the door. The door soon opens to reveal Frankie dressed in a full-body latex catsuit, and she greets her brother, saying, "Hi, Craig. It's certainly been a while since we saw each other. Come in," and she steps back to grant her brother entry into this house.

Craig, somewhat confused by his sister's greeting, asks, "What? No, Freak? No, Perv? I can't remember the last time you called me Craig."

Frankie closes the door behind him and answers, "Yeah, so? I'm kinda past all the teasing right now. Unless you want that? I am more than willing to if that's what you're in to."

Craig follows his sister into the kitchen, and she asks him, "Drink? I can make you coffee how you like it?"

Craig sits down on a bar stool at the kitchen island and says to Frankie, frankly, "Yeah, coffee would be nice thanks. Um, I'm just pleasantly surprised by not being teased by you after so many years. It's different, but I'm all for it. You are very different here, by the way. It's nice. I'm happy for you."

Frankie, turning to her brother whilst she waits for water to boil, says in response, "Thanks. I'm living here in the company of someone wonderful."

Craig interrupts her, saying, "I've seen her, Pleasant Cummings. I saw your stream last night."

Calmly and unfazed, Frankie asks, "Is that something you do regular?"

Craig replies, "No, that was the first time since... that time."

Frankie nods, and says plainly, "I don't mind. You are free to if you want. Feel free to tip if you like it," and she turns to pour drinks.

Craig asks, "Is that why you're living here away from home for so long? You're making money from this?"

Frankie brags, "I'm earning so much money. Pleasant and I have scheduled our rooms, mine for more casual play, and hers for the full experience her fans expect, and we share the takings equally from both rooms."

Craig remarks, "There was nothing casual about what you were doing last night!"