“Veztia, stand up.”
I barely registered his voice, only the command. I stood, naturally obedient, then turned to look down at him while he took a long drink. He studied me while my disparaging thoughts ran rampant. He was irked, but his irritation was not my fault. Eventually, his focus softened.
He brought his glass to hover at his lips as he spoke, “I’ll honor your request, if you honor one of mine. Turn around and spread your pussy for me. I want to memorize the sight of it immaculate and undefiled…”
My world brightened and my skin flushed. I licked my lips, then nodded and turned my back to him again. I leaned forward and reached beneath me to spread my lower lips. I used only my index and middle fingers so he could get a good look into my vagina as I chewed on my lower lip.
“Oh, Veztia… I can see all the way up your pussy. It’s so pretty inside…”
His voice was crystal clear, and he moved closer to press his cold glass to the back of my thigh. My insides tightened in surprise and caused my father to hum deeply. Was it my imagination, or had he also forsaken his usual hushed tone? I remember shivering at the coolness of his tongue. It wriggled and swirled inside me, before leaving a cold trail of saliva as it made its way to my butt. He licked, attempting to insert his tongue as he rubbed his fingertips against my vaginal walls.
The sensation numbed my mind until he continued, “Such a wonderful sight. You’re so sensitive, even your anus twitches at contact. You’re determined to violate every taboo…”
I became thoroughly embarrassed but equally aroused as my father used his voice to soothe me. His tongue was powerful, and I felt the muscles of my vagina constricting around his fingers as it began penetrating me. Sodomy had never crossed my mind as an option, but I would not be opposed. However, I preferred to shed the last of my virginity. I wanted to be reformed new, as his and only his, regardless of consequence.
My mother instructed us to keep it down, but his voice was loud enough to echo. I realized that by talking, he was intentionally disobeying her.
“There’s so much love juice. Are you that eager? Your pussy is overflowing Renne…”
He spoke my real name and my heart skipped a beat. In an instant, he stopped pretending. My father had finally decided to have sex with me, and it would be as me. I struggled to both think and reply.
“Your fingers, are the best… You are… making me feel, too good… I… I am losing, my strength,” I whimpered, but was ready for more than just his fingers. He had always held back and was now rekindling my need. I fixated on how deep his tongue was probing. Regardless of the hole, I would prove I was ready and wanting.
The water splashed as he stood and grabbed my hip. His left hand slid to my thigh as the right grasped my neck. He lifted my leg and pulled me against him, so his manhood stood rigid against the curve of my butt.
“Daddy’s hand is covered in your nectar Renne… You’re thick and ripened; I’ve reached my limit. I won’t hold back anymore.”
He used my real name and our real relation! It was all I have ever dreamed! My body was inflamed at the concession, “You’ve been craving my dick for so long Renne, let me fill your need.”