Chapter 7: Bratty Sister Gets Spanked

A hand shook my shoulder as I slept. I didn’t want to wake up. I was still so tired from yesterday. So much had happened yesterday. I went on a roller coaster of emotions. It started off with Daddy taking me to a private dungeon to show off how much of a good girl I was. My fourteen-year-old body was on display for the other Master’s and their submissive sex slaves, some as young as me, others older. There were even mother/daughter teams of submissives.

That should have been a clue for what happened when we returned home.

I was flogged, canned, and spanked by Daddy at the dungeon. Then I was fucked by every master in there. A Black man, with his huge cock, even fucked my ass. They all came on me, painting me with cum. I had so many orgasms, from the pain and the pleasure, that I hit subspace. I was lost, time passing as ecstasy gripped me. I did not know hours had passed when I came out of it, my body covered in so much jizz.

But I had proved myself that I was Daddy’s good girl. That I would submit do any of his desires. I was excited despite how tired I was. Daddy would reward me when we returned home, giving me the choker I wore about my neck, a gold chain with a dolphin charm. Inscribed on the charm was: “Melody, Daddy’s Good Girl.”

I was his good girl.

The hand shook me harder. I let out a soft groan, not wanting to give up sleep as I remembered yesterday. When we returned home, instead of getting my choker right away, we were caught by Mommy. Or, I should say, Mommy was waiting for us. I thought she was out of town for another week with my bratty, fraternal twin sister Alice. When I saw her, fear shot through me.

She knew I was Daddy’s sex slave and lover. That we had committed incest. That Daddy had fucked my underage cunt.

But she wasn’t mad. She knew about everything already. I was in shock, confused. She took me upstairs and bathed me. It was so sensual and loving. She told me all about how her daddy, my grandfather, had trained Mommy to be a good girl, and how she met my daddy at a dungeon. They fell in love, and grandfather sold her to Daddy as part of their wedding ceremony. When my sister and I were born, Mommy was eager to raise us to be good girls.

I was far more submissive than Alice.

Then Daddy showed up and we had a hot threesome last night. He gave me his choker, claiming me as his second sex slave to serve with Mommy. And then we pleased Daddy all night. Mom licked his cum off my tits, I licked his cum out of her cunt. We shared lesbian passion while Daddy watched, getting him hard for another round with our bodies.

So I was exhausted and did not want to wake up this morning. My youthful body was drained.

“Melody,” Mommy whispered in my ear, “you need to get up and be a good girl. Daddy needs us.”

Those words cut through the fog lingering on my thoughts. My eyes shot open. I was in their bed, sleeping between them. We had fallen asleep like that, both of them hugging me, sharing this moment of familial, forbidden love. I leaned back into Mommy’s tits, moaning softly as I realized what she meant.

“Sorry, Mommy. I’m...” A yawn broke off my words. “ ... sooo tired.”

“It’s okay,” she smiled. “He’s still asleep. But we need to wake him up properly. And I believe you know how to do that.”

I smiled, squirming, feeling her nipples hard against my back. The nipples I had suckled on as a baby. It was so wicked. My pussy flushed instantly with my excitement. A rush of tingling delight rippled up my body as I stared at Daddy’s muscular chest.

He was so handsome. Barbwire tattoos crisscrossed him. Fire burned around his arms, sleeve tattoos, and a naked, submissive woman with a collar and leash knelt on his upper arm. It was Mommy. I never realized it before. It was romantic and sweet. I always knew my parents loved each other. It was in the little things between them, not just the great deal of satisfaction Mommy took in cleaning and cooking and taking care of him, but in their shared glances and brushing hands.

True intimacy.

I had deluded myself in thinking I could take Mommy’s place. Daddy didn’t want me to replace her, he wanted to include me. He loved us both, and Alice, I guess. I didn’t want to think of my bratty sister right now. She was at a slumber party at Donna’s. When she came home, her training would begin.

I hoped she wouldn’t be too stubborn.

I pushed down the blanket as I moved on the bed, my brown hair—still in a braid since I fell asleep before undoing it—slipped off my shoulder as I kissed down his stomach. I exposed his dick, lying half-hard across his crotch, dark pubic hair curling around the base.

“Mmm, wake Daddy up in style,” Mommy purred, her hands sliding up to cup her breasts.

I paused. “I’ve been doing this the last two weeks.” I grasped Daddy’s cock, offering it to her. “You should do it, Mommy.”

She smiled and shook her head. “No, no, honey. Wake him up. Show me how much of a good girl you are for Daddy.”

My pussy clenched at her words. I leaned down, breathing in Daddy’s musk, thick with the scent of dried cum. I licked up his cock, gathering the traces of silvery, dry jizz, wetting his dick as I rose to the spongy tip, I swirled around it, stroking his dick, feeling it harden in my hand. Rising firm because of my touch.

My hips shook, my pussy growing wetter as my tongue drove lazy circles about his cock. I loved the texture of his crown on my tongue. He grew harder and bigger, swelling in my stroking hand. My lips widened, sucking his throbbing tip into my mouth.

Daddy groaned in his sleep.

The masculine sound sent a shiver through me. I popped my mouth off the tip so I could lick him again. I started at the base, loving the taste of him, how he throbbed as my tongue ran higher and higher up his cock until I reached the tip again. He groaned again as my tongue swiped across his crown, gathering the bead of precum.

“That’s it,” praised Mommy. “Oh, you’re just turning into a little cocksucker.”

“I am, Mommy,” I beamed. “I’m just a slut like you are.”

She laughed, her large tits jiggling. Like me, she had fallen asleep with her brown hair in a braid. It fell over her shoulder and dangled down to brush her right nipple. I stared at the strand of hair tickling her nub, wanting to tease her myself. To suckle.

But I had Daddy’s cock to suck on first.

I engulfed his dick again, sucking as hard as I could. My cheeks hollowed from the force. My tongue swirled around the tip while my right hand fisted his dick. My left hand massaged his balls, heavy with a night’s worth of cum to spurt into my mouth.

Yummy, delicious, creamy cum.

I bobbed my mouth as he groaned again. He moved, his hips twitching. My tits dangled beneath me, my braid swaying as it hung off my shoulder. I stroked his dick, brushing my lips on the upstroke, his curly pubes on the downstroke. I took more and more of his cock into my mouth, letting him wake up to heaven.

Mommy moved on the bed, crawling behind me, those large tits dangling, My eyes followed them until she moved behind me. Her hand stroked my ass. I groaned, her tongue sending naughty flutters down to my pussy.

“Ooh, you are such a delicious thing,” purred Mommy. “Your ass is a a beautiful shade of purple.”

She prodded it and I winced, my pussy clenching. Memory of Daddy’s love shuddered through me. I would feel those bruises all week. Every time I sat down it would be a reminder of how I was Daddy’s good girl. I loved it. I was so glad I was his.

Mommy’s hands stroked down to my thighs. Her lips brushed my burning ass, kissing me. I moaned about Daddy’s dick as her lips moved about my ass, leaving fluttering kisses behind. They were so soothing, so full of her motherly love. It was beautiful as she kissed my bruised flesh.

“Mmm,” Daddy groaned.

My eyes flicked up to his face. He was awake, watching me. He groaned, his cock throbbing. “Well, well, well, I see you’re still Daddy’s good girl.”

“Sir, nothing would change that,” laughed Mommy. “She loves you.”

“I love you, too, slave.” His hand reached down and seized my braid, holding it like a leash. “Now please your daddy.”

“Yes, yes, suck his cock. Our Master deserves to dump his cum in your mouth, slut. You’re his slutty daughter.”

I sucked harder, loving the words, squirming as Mommy’s lips kissed lower to my thighs. Then she moved to the right, nearing my pussy. I moaned about Daddy’s cock as she nuzzled into my shaved folds, her tongue licking, teasing.

“Mmm, she is dripping wet, Sir. Our daughter is such a slut for your cock.”

“Yes, she is,” Daddy said, his voice so strong.

My pussy clenched as Mommy licked again. Delicious pleasure tingled through me as I bobbed my mouth up and down Daddy’s cock. His salty precum flooded my mouth. My hands massaged his balls, feeling how heavy and warm they were, how full of his cum, eager to erupted into my mouth.

Oh, it was wonderful.

I sucked harder, louder. My saliva dribbled down his dick. I bobbed, slurping and sucking. Daddy groaned, his hand gripping my braid, pulling my mouth down farther and farther down his cock while Mommy licked and nuzzled at my clit.

Pleasure shuddered through me. Her tongue probed into my pussy folds as Daddy’s cock pressed into the back of my throat. I relaxed, swallowing his cock as he pulled my head down. His dick slid down my throat. I grew hard to breathe. His dick was so huge, stretching out my throat. I moaned and swallowed, my hips shaking as the pleasure built in my pussy.

“Such a hot cunt, Sir. Ooh, I love the way she’s shaking her hips.”

“Such a bad Mommy. Licking our daughter’s cunt. You’re such a slut, June.”

“I am, Sir.”

Her tongue rammed into my pussy, fucking deep into me. I gasped and bucked, wanting to slide my mouth up Daddy’s cock. But his grip was strong, holding my head down. Pain flared in my scalp. I stopped squirming, relaxing, taking more and more of Daddy’s cock while rapture swelled out of my pussy.

My lips pressed into Daddy’s pubic hair. Only then would he let me slide back up his throat. I sucked hard the entire way, my hips wiggling. My pussy clenched on Mommy’s tongue. She groaned and slurped, drinking my juices as they poured out.

Her fingers found my clit. She rubbed it while she nuzzled. My toes curled. The pleasure built in my core, a growing orgasm. My mouth reached the top of Daddy’s cock, only the crown remaining in my lips. I tried to pop my head off to ask permission to cum.

But Daddy didn’t give me any slack.

He yanked on my braid, pulling me back down his cock. He groaned as I slid down it. His eyes burned with pleasure. I saw it. He knew I wanted to ask permission to cum, to give into Mommy’s sweet tonguing, and he denied me the opportunity.

“Her ass is wiggling,” Daddy groaned. “Is she getting hot? Does the little slut want to cum on her mommy’s face?”

“Mmm, I think she does.” Mommy licked up at my slit, starting at my clit and ending at my sheath She probed it before moaning, “But she’s a good girl. She won’t cum without your permission.”

I wanted to grit my teeth, but that was impossible with Daddy’s cock stuffed into it. I let go his balls and grabbed the comforter with both hands. I clenched, grunting against the pleasure Mommy’s tongue created while I savored the thrill of bobbing my mouth on Daddy’s dick.

My pussy clenched over and over. I squirmed. The hot itch grew in my core. It needed to be released. To explode through me. But I wouldn’t let it. No matter how hard Mommy rubbed at my clit or tongued at my pussy.

“Such a sweet cunt,” Mommy moaned as she pleasured me. “Oh, Sir, we created such a delicious daughter together.”

“Yes, we did,” he groaned, voice thick with pleasure.

Both his hands gripped my head. He fucked my mouth up and down his cock, his dick slamming down my throat. His hips thrust up from the bed as he slammed me down, crushing my lips into his pubic hair, his balls slapping my chin. He grunted each time. I moaned about his dick, focusing on pleasing him, trying to ignore Mommy’s wonderful tongue in my cunt.

But it was so hard.

My entire body clenched as I fought against it. A low, throaty groan rose as Daddy fucked my mouth. It was so hard. My toes curled. I tore at the comforter, struggling to rip it to pieces with my fingernails as the pleasure swelled. Her lips nibbled on my labia and clit. Her tongue caressed me. She fucked a pair of fingers in and out of my depth.

“What a fucking slut,” groaned Daddy. “The way she sucks. Oh, yes, she’s being such a good girl.”

“She is,” moaned Mommy, delight in her voice. She savored my squirming hips. “Cum down her throat. Pour it right into the little whore’s stomach. That’s why we raised her. To be your cum dump.”

“Yes,” groaned Daddy.

His fingers dug into the sides of my head. He slammed my moth down his cock. I was so helpless, so at his mercy. Those wonderful feelings swelled the orgasm in my depths. My mother’s tongue flailed through my cunt’s folds. I held back the explosion with every ounce of my will.

“Fuck!”

Daddy’s cock erupted. It throbbed in my throat. He dumped his cum straight into my stomach. A warm, hot flood. My orgasm demanded to explode. To fill me with bliss. I squeezed my eyes shut as he grunted over and over.

Then he fell back into the pillows, satiated.

His hands let go of my braid. I popped my lips off his dick and moaned, “May I cum, Daddy?”

“No,” he said, his eyes on mine, so strong, so hard.

Mine widened. “Please, Daddy? Please? I need it. Mommy’s tongue ... Oh, god, Daddy. I can’t ... I can’t.”

“You can’t cum until your sister Alice makes you,” Daddy commanded. “June, stop licking the slut’s cunt. If she cums, I’m spanking you both.”

“Wouldn’t that be fun,” Mommy giggled. Then she took a last lick up my pussy, nice and slow. I gasped my hips rising with her. She slid up through my taint and brushed my sphincter before rising. I collapsed on the bed, a ball of trembling frenzy.

“Daddy,” I moaned, my pussy on fire.

“You will have to get your sister to lick your cunt,” he said.

“How?” Tears beaded my eyes. He and Mommy took such delight in my torment.

“You’re a smart girl,” he said. “Now you and your mommy need to shower and get started on breakfast.”

I was a trembling ball of frustration all morning. Mommy teased me more as we showered, working her finger into my ass while she pretended to wash me. She was a master manipulator, bringing me to the edge of orgasm and backing me off. Then we rushed out naked to make breakfast.

“Oh, it’s so nice to be naked around the house,” Mommy said, the pair of us in our aprons to protect us from the grease. “I miss it. When your Daddy and I first married, I always went around naked in the house, often with a butt plug in my ass.”

I blushed, remembering that thrill.

Then we set about cleaning the house. With both of us, it flew by. By noon we were done. We had a light lunch with Daddy. Then, to my surprise, Daddy ordered us to get dressed. He had our outfits laid out. I rushed upstairs and found my red skirt out and a white boob tube. I pulled that on first, my tits molding to it, and then the red skirt. It fell over my bruised ass and a few inches past, leaving most of my legs bare.

Then I rushed downstairs.

Mommy joined us a few minutes later in her normal attire—ankle length, dark-brown skirt, and a beige blouse tucked in and buttoned to the her neck. But I could tell by how her breasts moved and molded to the blouse she wore no bra beneath.

“Alice needs to be picked up,” Daddy said as he sat in his recliner watching a baseball game.

Without being told, I headed to the fridge to get Daddy a beer while Mommy kissed him good by and headed out the door, with a smack applied to her ass. I came back with the beer and perched on the arm of Daddy’s chair, squirming as my ass ached.

It wasn’t long before Mommy and Alice returned. My pussy clenched as I heard them walk up to the house. How could I get Alice to make me cum? My sister and I did not get along. She was such a noisy, obnoxious brat. She never did her chores. She always shirked her responsibility. Her room was a mess—I had to clean it the first day after she left.

Daddy spanked her all the time.

She never learned.

The door opened and Alice trooped in. She looked a lot like me and mom, though her hair wasn’t our dark brown but a tawny shade. It fell loose about her neck, not in a proper braid. She was taller than me, her body slim, her tits small mounds, not nice and round like mine. She wore a pink dress, a single piece, that fell down to her thighs, and knee-high white socks.

“Hey, Dad,” she said. She didn’t so much as walk into the room and slump in. She dropped her backpack onto the middle of the living room floor and then fell back on the couch, musing the pillows I had fluffed and pulling the blanket half off the top of the couch. “Oh, I am tired. We were up all night.” Her eyes flicked to me, widened. “What are you wearing, Melody?”

“My new outfit,” I said, head straight. I hoped she saw the choker about my neck, though I doubt she would understand the significance.

“Jesus, Dad, you never let me wear a skirt that short.”

“You’ve never been a good girl.” He stared at her. “Your mother told me how you behaved at your grandparents.”

Alice shrugged. “It was so boring. I should have stayed home. But I see Melody’s been having fun playing Mommy. You even braided your hair and bought a similar piece of jewelry.” Her smile grew. “Think you can play Mommy in the bedro—”

“Alice Rachel Johnson,” Daddy boomed.

I squeaked in fright and almost fell off his chair. He pushed down the recliner and stood up. I hopped off, the seat rocking. He towered over Alice as she squirmed on the couch, her face paling, the sneer vanishing from her lips. Daddy seized her chin, lifting her gaze.

“You were disobedient to your mother and made it more difficult to care for your grandparents. You will march up to my bedroom, go into my closet, and fetch the black leather belt. Right now, young lady!”

“Yes, Daddy,” she squeaked.

Daddy let go of her neck and she bolted out of the living room for the stairs, skirt swirling about her legs. A smile crossed Daddy’s lips. His cock tented his jeans. He stood with his arms crossed, his muscles stretching his shirt. They were always so tight.

“Did you see how eager she was, June?”

“I did, Sir,” Mommy smiled. “For the last two weeks, I told her you would give her a spanking to remember if she didn’t behave. She kept defying me. I could see it in her eyes. She wants Daddy to spank her hard.”

“She takes after her mother.” Then Daddy glanced at me as I stood by his chair. “And her sister.”

“We’re nothing alike,” I gasped. “She’s such a brat. She never obeys and always is causing trouble. Look, she just left her bag in the middle of the living room and—”

“Quiet, slave.”

I clamped my mouth shut and lowered my head. “Yes, Daddy.”

Alice scampered back down the stairs, her face flushed, a thick, leather belt coiled in her hands. She ran up to Daddy and presented the belt. Then she bent over the arm of the couch, the position she was always spanked in.

I never realized how eager she was to obey Daddy when he spanked her. At no other time would she move with such speed when given a chore or task. She would always drag her feet, whine and complain, throw little fits, anything to get out of doing what she was told.