Cleaning Daddy's Messes

Note: This story starts out fairly gentle and "loving" in the first two sections, then really ramps up the cruelty HARD in the last section. Pay attention to the story codes! Also all characters in this story are of age in your jurisdiction.

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My sister and I live in a house under the ground. Daddy lives upstairs. He does a lot of work for us, providing food and shelter. We only have two jobs--to be pretty, and to clean daddy’s messes. This makes sense because whenever he makes a mess, it’s our fault. And it's our fault because he makes his messes only when he starts thinking about how pretty we are.

Sometimes that happens just because. He starts looking at one of us, and we can tell he’s thinking about how pretty we are. He pulls out his penis and we know our job is now sit and smile, show him our legs pulling up our skirt, or our tummies and chests pulling up our shirt, and if it takes long enough, then showing him our pussies and completely naked bottoms, until he makes his mess. Then we clean it up.

Sometimes we make him mad and he punishes us, usually by spanking us or, lately, putting clamps on our nipples and twisting and tugging on them. But that means he looks at our bottoms or our chests for a while to punish us, and that reminds him how pretty we are. (Obviously we are usually completely naked for punishments.) Rinse repeat!

You might be thinking well, if we would just stop being so pretty, he wouldn’t make messes and we wouldn’t have to clean them. Maybe so, but Daddy has rules for what we can wear and how we can act, and the rules are there to make sure we’re pretty all the time. So our makeup has to be right, our clothes have to show our bodies the right way, we have to walk a certain way, and sit a certain way and lay a certain way and so on. We he hugs us we have to hug him back in just the right way, making sure to push against his penis. When he sits down next to us we have to snuggle in and put our hands on his chest or his legs. And so on.

You can see the rules aren’t just about looking pretty, but about acting pretty. And if we follow the rules, we’re pretty enough to make him make a mess. And if we don’t, then he punishes us—which makes us pretty again because he has to look at our bodies to punish us, and there we go.

It used to be we’d clean the mess up from the floor. He didn’t let us use anything but our own mouth so we’d have to lick it up with our tongues and lips. One day he was about to make a mess on the carpet though and I asked him if I could please catch it in my hand instead, because licking the carpet is really really gross. He let me, so I caught it then cleaned it up off my hands with my tongue. Starting from that day on, he decided he’d make the mess on our bodies instead of the floor. Whoever he had noticed, he would make a mess on that girl’s body. So like if he had just finished spanking me and made a mess on my back, then my sister would lick it up off my back. But then, since it was me who had been punished and who really should have to clean up, my sister wasn’t allowed to swallow his mess—I had to. So she and I would kiss so his mess would go into my mouth. And I would swallow it up. Job done!

Which brings me to what happened today. I had been laying on the floor, on my back, reading a book when I realized Daddy was staring at me in that way. I put my book down and smiled at him, putting my hand up and waving him over. He came over and took his penis out of his shorts and started working on making his mess.

He was standing over me while I lifted my shirt up and eventually pulled it off, so he could look at my chest. And when he made his mess, it went all over my chest—my neck, my nipples, my sternum, all that area.

While he still stood there catching his breath my sister came over and got to work. She licked his mess up off my neck. I had always enjoyed the warm feeling as she kissed and licked at me there, it gave me chills. Really I always found the whole experience pleasant. Today a new thing happened though. She had never had to clean his mess directly off my nipples. When she put her tongue on my left nipple, I felt almost a shock, but it was a nice feeling. I remember my mouth was closed but I breathed in hard through my nose and closed my eyes for a moment.

My sister looked up and we made eye contact. She was checking to see if she’d hurt me or made me uncomfortable in some way but I think she could tell she had not. She lowered her face back down again, kept looking at my face as she put her tongue on my nipple again and continued cleaning.

I couldn’t help myself, I made a little noise and without daddy seeing, gently held her foot which was by my hand, squeezing a little. When something she did felt good, I squeezed a little more.

Once she had all his mess in her mouth she smiled at me and we kissed, as per usual. I took Daddy’s mess into my mouth at the same time I took her tongue. I had never really minded this part, I had always enjoyed the feeling of her lips and tongue against mine even if it did have Daddy’s mess all over it. This time was a little different though, because even though she wasn’t licking my nipples anymore, I could still feel them, and they were somehow making the kiss feel that much better.

I don’t know if it was because this made me kiss back differently or something, but she kissed differently this time too. She felt heavier against me, and put her tongue more firmly into my mouth than she ever had before.

The TV come on. Dad had caught his breath, and was sitting on the couch looking for something to watch. My sister and I got up from the floor, I put my shirt back on and she went and sat next to Daddy. I sat on his other side and we both snuggled into him like the rules said.

Tonight we were in bed laying under the blanket together with our PJ’s on. I was on my back and I couldn’t stop thinking about earlier—couldn’t stop feeling what she had done to my nipples. I would even reach up and touch my nipples just to get a little of that feeling back, and I really couldn’t sleep. I felt like I needed something, but there didn’t seem to be anything that would give me whatever I needed. I finally whispered, “Hey sis.”

She answered “Yeah?”

“Do you remember today after dad made a mess on me and you were cleaning it?”

She seemed to think it was weird I’d ask about this. “…Yeah?”

“It felt…”

I realized I didn’t know what to say. I suddenly couldn’t admit what it had felt like. Eventually I just said “weird.”

There was a long pause. “Weird?” she asked. “Did it hurt?”

“No, no, no it didn’t hurt.” I was at a loss. I was blushing, realizing I should not have started this conversation. “I just, I wanted to…”

She turned on her side and looked at me. “I was just doing my job.”

“I know I know I…” I still couldn’t say it but I thought of a way to let her know. “I was wondering, can I… show you?”

“Show me what?”

“Well I mean, show you how it felt?”

Now she blushed and I knew she knew exactly what I meant. But she didn’t admit it right away. “What do you mean, you want me to look at your nipples?”

I laughed. “No! Let me, let me lick your nipples. I want to show you what it felt like.”

Her eyes went wide. Obviously she already knew that was what I was going to suggest but for some reason we both knew she couldn’t admit that.

“Are you serious? I don’t want to wake Daddy up and make him make a mess on me he’ll probably get mad and—”

I laughed again. “No silly! I want to just show you right now. Like, just take off your shirt and let me lick you a little bit. I just want you to know how it felt is all.”

She stared, both of us knowing what the answer would be but she gave it a good few seconds. Then she rolled her eyes and sighed. “Oh… kay?”

And she laid back on her back and took her shirt off.

I made it as much like that afternoon as I could. I climbed up on top of her, straddling her legs, and started by licking and kissing her neck and moving down to her chest using my tongue to pretend to clean a mess the whole way down. When I finally put my lips on one of her nipples and started moving my tongue on it a little, she made a little noise just like I did!

I grinned at her. “See?”

She smiled, but kind like she was thinking of something else, and she put her hand on the back of my head and pushed me back down to her chest. I wasn’t expecting that but I went with it. She wanted to keep learning about how it felt.

I used my mouth to play with each of her nipples in turn. I actually tried to stop several times and each time she would say something like “No, I haven’t figured out what it feels like yet” and push me back down. I would laugh and continue. Somehow even though nobody was touching my own nipples I could feel what was happening to her nipples, in my own! So I didn’t mind much. But after a while it got a little ridiculous. She was starting to breathe really hard and I felt like things were going a bit far.

I lifted my head up again. “Sis I think you get it.”

She hissed breathing inward, then said “I don’t know are you sure?” grinning.

“Uh yeah. I think you got it better than I did. I think we need to take turns now.” As I said this I went ahead and climbed off of her and started pulling her towards me. It didn’t take much persuasion. “As long as I get another turn,” she said, and I said back “As long as I get another turn too!” and gently pulled her face to my chest after lifting my shirt up.

And we must have gone back and forth for an hour or more. Eventually we figured out if we were in the right position, kind of upside down from each other, we could both lick each others’ nipples at the same time, and even use our hands to touch the other nipple at the same time. So we were both getting both of our nipples licked and rubbed and squeezed for quite some time, laughing and sighing and breathing a lot. We did finally stop but only because we were exhausted. As things were coming to a close I knew it would be okay to kiss her even though we had only ever kissed before in order to swallow Daddy’s mess. We lay there kissing for a while, deeper than we ever had before, hugging each other hard. I could feel my nipples occasionally rubbing up against hers! But like I said, we were really tired. She said finally “I think I need to sleep,” and I said “Yeah me too.”

And we both turned around, and I did get to sleep eventually but I felt the whole time like something was missing. I can’t explain it. And I’m sure she felt it too. We usually avoided touching each other in bed but tonight, for some reason, I kept feeling her bottom touching mine. We were wearing shorts but they were very short, letting us feel a little skin at the bottom. I didn’t move. And neither did she.

I think we’re going to be doing all this for many nights to come. Maybe forever. I can’t imagine ever stopping.

***

Something new happened today. Sister had been punished. She was laying on the floor crying, her legs spread open and the stripes from Dad’s belt on her thighs were really red. She was going to bruise badly, I knew. I was kneeling next to her, by her knee, and Daddy was looking at sister’s bruised legs and open pussy while working on making his mess. I had my mouth open, my face under his penis, because he was going to make his mess on my face. Some of it would go on my tongue, some of it on my chin and cheeks and nose and so on. Then Sister would finish her punishment by cleaning his mess off my face.

He finally did make his mess. It hit my face like warm icing and I sat there being good. Once he was done, I looked down to get into position over my sister’s face. She was still crying, her legs were still spread and my face was right over her pussy at first.

Some of Dad’s mess dripped off my face and onto her pussy. I didn’t think much about it. When Dad’s mess drips somewhere you just lick it up and keep going. So though I hesitated for just a second because, well, that’s her pussy, I did very quickly go ahead and dip down and lick her labia to get the cum into my mouth. And since my face touched her in several places down there because I wasn’t being careful, Dad’s mess got onto more places around her pussy so I had to keep licking for a few seconds.

Do you remember how I said I made a little noise, maybe tensed up a little, when Sister licked Daddy’s mess off my nipple the first time?

The way Sister reacted when I licked her pussy was a lot like that. And right up near the very top of her pussy, there was a little bump, almost like another nipple, and when my tongue touched it her but jumped off the floor.

“Sorry!” she said but Dad didn’t seem to notice or care. I just kept going about my business, cleaning up the mess I had dropped on her pussy, then moving up to her face and letting her kiss and lick his mess off mine and out of my mouth. After the brief incident at her pussy it was a normal cleanup.

But then when we went to bed, you can guess, she came back to the subject.

We were kissing and playing with each other’s nipples in that upside down way just like most nights, when she stopped for a second. “Remember how you said this felt weird?”

That was weeks or months ago, so I had to think for a second. Then I laughed and while still licking on her said “Yeth?”

“So like. When you licked my pussy today…”

“I know” I mumbled smiling from her chest.

“It felt, you know. REALLY weird.”

I laughed again. “I could tell.”

She didn’t say anything, she just started crawling down a little bit. I couldn’t reach her nipples with my tongue any more. “Hey” I said still laughing, “Where are you going we’re not done yet!”

Just like last time obviously I knew what she was up to but felt like I couldn’t admit it. I watched her chest pass upwards across my face, then her pretty little tummy, her cute belly button, her pelvis… Then I felt her kissing my legs. Inside. Right next to my pussy.

You know how I said it felt nice when she kissed and licked my neck? This was like that times a thousand.

I actually said out loud “Oh my god,” which I think is what led to her kissing me down there even harder.

Her pussy was in front of my face yet again, and I knew where this was heading but I just let her kiss my inner thighs and my crotch right next to my pussy for a while. And then she finally said “Okay I’m going to show you how weird it felt” and I said “okay.”

She started kissing and licking my pussy directly, and I know you’ll think I’m exaggerating because it’s such a little thing but at first I feel like I almost blacked out. I had to clamp my mouth closed to keep from yelling, not because it hurt but because it felt good, like I was tensing up and relaxing all at the same time and just wanted to do more of both.

I think I knew she was wanting me to do the same to her but I just let her keep going for a while. She cooperated for several minutes, licking me a bunch, and even starting to stick her tongue inside just like when we kiss on the mouth. I grabbed her the only place I could, her ass right around where it joins the legs, and grasped her skin really hard.

I didn’t pull her down to my face but at this point she started pushing it down. I realized I really wasn’t being fair, and I went ahead and stuck my tongue out to meet her pussy.

I lost track of time after that. I can’t explain it. We were doing the same thing to each other’s pussies, licking, even biting a tiny bit, and putting our tongues on the bump at the top, Nipple Three like I had started thinking of it in my head. Everything I did to her made her do things harder to me, which felt better to me, which made me do things harder to her, which felt better to her. It just kept going and going. I have no idea how long we kept going.

And then, I don’t know what to tell you. We exploded. That’s the best way I can describe it. Even though it wasn’t like I fell apart, it was more like I melted. But my body, I knew, didn’t look melty. It looked really tense actually. And Sister’s body felt tense too. Like we had both turned into shaking statues. And inside I felt like I was actually melting.

I have no idea how long that went on either. Eventually Sister just… fell down. And we had to stop. I actually felt pain from how tense I had been but I didn’t care. I had never liked doing anything as much as I had liked doing this, ever in my life.

We just laid there, her on top of me upside down, me not caring her pussy was jammed into the side of my face as I caught my breath.

When se eventually got up and we laid next to each other, we just stared at each other. I was the first to move forward and we kissed for a while. And we didn’t even say anything at all. We just kissed and held each other, and eventually fell asleep, this time with no pjs on, not even our shorts. We were just naked with each other, hugging with our arms and hugging with our legs, falling asleep almost like we were one person.

It was amazing. I hope she wants to do this again. Hell to be honest, if she doesn’t, I might try to make her because holy shit.

***

Making each other explode every night obviously got pretty noisy and we weren’t good at hiding it. Daddy walked in on us tonight.

As soon as we heard the door squeak we both panicked and I got off of sister and clumsily laid down next to her trying to pretend nothing had been happening. But of course he had heard and seen everything. He turned the light on and we squinted as he pulled the blanket off the bed, showing our naked bodies to him.

“Well don’t stop!” he said. “Show me what you were doing!”

We both started sobbing because we knew we were going to get punished really bad for this. It’s strange because it’s not like there was a rule he had told us that said we can’t make each other explode, or even that we can’t lick each other however we want when we’re not cleaning up his messes. But it just felt completely certain. Of course we’d be in trouble if he ever caught us. Of course we’d probably be punished worse than we ever have before.

We spent a little too much time sobbing. He reached down and grabbed my hair and got close to my face with his face—and with his hand. He slapped me, not enough to jerk my neck or anything but hard enough to sting. “I said show me what you were doing!”

“Yes sir!” I yelled and climbed back on top of my sister and got right to work. I heard him slap her down there and yell “Show me I said!” and her mouth made the direct contact with my pussy that he was commanding.

He watched the whole time but for however many minutes (ten? Twenty? Thirty? I don’t know!) it took, I kind of forgot he was there. I just licked my sister’s pussy and Nipple Three and she did the same for me as I rubbed my own pussy across her face and eventually, we did both explode, even though we were both crying at the same time.

Daddy clapped. “Girls that was actually delightful.”

Was he happy with us??

“Get the rope.”

No, he was not happy with us.

Rope meant he was going to spank us really REALLY hard, hard enough that he knew we wouldn’t be able to keep from trying to escape. Usually he was fine with us trying to escape because then he could just punish us harder and so make us prettier that way. But when he knew we’d never in a million years be able to keep ourselves from trying to escape, he would go ahead and tie us down so we could try as hard as we like and never ever escape. He would hit us so hard on days like that that we’d be black and blue for maybe over a week. Sometimes a little blood would come out.

We cried and begged him not to hurt us the whole time he tied us up. And he tied us in a different way than he ever had before. In the past, he had tied us to a chair to whip our chests, or across a bench to whip our asses and our legs and backs, or if he tied us to our bed, he would tie us like we would normally lay down, our head on one end and our feet on the other, with our arms and legs spread out a little.

Tonight he did tie us to the bed, but at ninety degrees from the normal way. What I mean is, I was tied with one ankle at a head post, and the other ankle at a foot post. And my arm was tied to the same headpost as my ankle, and my other arm was tied to the same footpost as my other ankle. I was on my back, with my legs spread completely open, like I was doing the splits really hard. He had never tied me up in a way where it hurt just to lay there because I was stretched so tight and in such an awkward way. But now this was happening.

Sister was tied the same way on the other side of the bed, so our heads were next to each other. Then he did something he’d also never done before—he blindfolded us and gagged us!

I didn’t understand why he’d blindfolded us until later. But at the time what I experienced was just, I was really really uncomofortable all spread out on my back, and could hear my sister crying right next to me because she was in the same predicament. Then I heard Daddy start hitting her, I could hear he was hitting her with his belt on her chest. From the way she yelped I knew he was hitting her directly on the nipples. She cried and cried and begged him to stop through her gag, but he just kept going and then something changed about the sound. From a whack, it became more of a thud. And Sister started crying even harder, trying to say something through her gag. He just kept going, then moved his target. Now I could hear he was hitting her legs, all over the place, while she tried to hold in her screams but couldn’t.

And again, first it was a whacking sound, and Sister seemed desperate to escape, and then after several whacks, it was more of a thunking sound. And Sister screamed.

I did not understand what was happening.

Then it went back to whacking--and Sister went strangely quiet for a second. After that second, though, all hell broke loose. She was absolutely struggling to escape in a way I had never seen her do or tried to do myself before. Her head slammed into mine several times which hurt and let me know just how much pain she was in if she wasn’t even noticing she was doing this.

And the loud crack again and she somehow struggled even harder.

I lost count how many times I heard him hit her. Fifteen, maybe twenty, maybe more. Enough so that eventually she had struggled so hard her body just kind of gave up. She kept crying and crying and shaking a little bit but couldn’t really struggle nearly as much any more. She just had to take… whatever he was doing to her. And it was only at this point that the cracking and whacking turned back into that thudding sound. She got loud again for a couple of hits, then went back to her quiet, hopeless give-up mode.

I still didn’t understand what was happening, but I found out pretty quickly after he was finished because then he did it to me.

When he stopped hitting her and I could hear him walking around to bed to my side, and my Sister’s head was next to mine still whimper-scream-sobbing even though nothing was technically happening to her any more, I realized why he had blindfolded and gagged us. She couldn’t tell me what had happened, and I couldn’t see. He wanted me to be terrified. Not just nervous or scared like always when waiting for punishments—actually terrified. And I was.

He started, just like with her, on my chest, hitting me in the nipples several times with his belt, and then then with something else. I heard the thud and felt a pain almost like a hammer was slamming into my leg, but there was still the swishing sound of the belt just before.

Now I understood. He was using the buckle on us. He had never done this. I knew he had to be making my chest bleed at least a little, maybe more than a little.

I cried and yelled of course but it was almost like I was just doing it because I knew I was supposed to. It did hurt, and I was crying because it hurt, but I was also thinking the whole time about what was about to happen. I had no idea and I felt like I might pee in the bed I was so scared.

Just like with Sister he then started hitting my legs—harder than he ever had before. Again, first with the belt, then with the something else I now knew was his belt buckle. All the way up and down both my legs, and I was horrified to think of how cut up they must be after being hit directly by harsh metal so many times.

Finally it happened. He hit me right in the middle. I am talking about directly on my pussy. The place where I had just exploded with my sister, the place that had been making us feel more good feelings than we ever had or ever would, I was sure, in our entire lives. Now he was making it hurt exponentially more than I had ever been hurt. I don’t know if any worse pain is possible short of breaking or dislocating a bone.

Just like my sister, I absolutely lost control. While she cried in agonized empathy beside me I struggled and pulled and yanked and despearately and hopelessly tried to avoid it as he slammed his belt into my labia over and over again, sometimes hitting Nipple Three and thereby sending me into an almost unconscious state of pain.

I thought I had completely lost it, and then he turned the buckle on my clit. I can’t tell you what it felt like. I am terrified that I’ll feel it again someday. I’m absolutely terrified he might use this as a punishment commonly from now on now that, apparently, the gates are open.

After he had hit my pussy and Nipple Three dozens of times I’m sure, with the belt and buckle, there was finally a pause. I felt him lean over, and he removed our blindfolds and gags.

At once we both screamed for him to stop and he slapped us several times telling us to be quiet.

Barely holding it together, I closed my mouth and did my best not to engage my vocal chords. He was smiling. He was smiling!

“What are you supposed to say?”

We both moaned what he probably couldn’t technically understand but surely knew was “Thank you sir!”

“And?”

“I love you sir!”

He leaned down and kissed me. The way I kissed Sister. He had never done this before. I did not like it. I didn’t want his tongue in my mouth but there it was. Somehow when my sister did it it was lovely, and when he did it I wanted to throw up. Maybe because of how he had just ripped up my pussy—I was sure it was in shreds by now.

He then held my head up to look at his penis. It was ready to make a mess. I felt like this would be a relief. It would finally be over.

“I’m going to make a mess now,” he said and I replied rapidly “Yes sir thank you sir I love you sir”.

“I wasn’t finished.”

“I’m sorry sir I love you sir.”

“I’m going to make a mess now. Inside you.”

I did not understand what he meant. I should have. I didn’t.

“And then your sister is going to clean it up.”

Confused she and I both said “Yes sir, thank you sir, I love you sir.”

It was only when he got close to me, his penis near my beaten pussy, that I understood. And when his penis touched my pussy and it hurt so much, I shrieked. My sister beside me cried out “What is happening!?” but I couldn’t tell her because Dad leaned down once again and put his mouth on, then in, mine. I cried into his mouth and felt his penis down there, pushing at my bleeding, bruised pussy. He started shoving.

It did not feel anything like when Sister licks it. It felt the opposite.

And then I felt things I didn’t understand, like Like when he’d hit my pussy with his belt buckle—but INSIDE. and I understood where Daddy was now. As he continued kissing me he shoved and shoved and shoved. It hurt so much and then inside, it hurt more. He lifted his face up and grinned and pushed even harder. “Since this is your first fuck, you’re still small enough I think I can probably get to your cervix, especially with you tied up like that.”

What’s a cervix? I have no idea. I just know when he touches it, it’s like I am on fire inside, and not in a good way.

He was… using the inside of my pussy… my vagina… to make his mess, like he usually did with his hands or sometimes with my skin. And from his face I realized, and this freaked me out really bad, that this felt better to him. Better than all the ways he’d made messes on or in front of me before, this was, I was realizing and crying more and more as I realized it—this was what he really wanted. To make his mess inside us. Using our bodies instead of his hands. The inside of our bodies, not just the outside. To hurt us, and at the same time, make his mess.

And he finally did. It was like he exploded and I know you’ll think I’m stupid but it was literally only right then, when Daddy was exploding inside me and I was screaming incoherently because it hurt so much, that I realized that when my sister and I exploded with each other, that feeling, was a lot like what Dadddy felt when he made his mess. He was exploding. But when he exploded, it was over and done. He was finished for a while. Sister and I—we could explode forever if we wanted to and maybe it kind of hurt after a while but we could go on forever and it would be okay. Really good.

Daddy could only explode for a split second. No wonder he wanted to do it so much. He could only feel a fraction of what my sister and I felt. He needed to do everything he did to us to explode as much as he could so he could get even a tiny bit of the pleasure my sister and I did from our explosions.

I felt like he was tearing a new hole inside my pussy, and I hated it and I wanted it to stop, but I understood now what was happening to him and I craned my neck up. I kissed him on purpose, somewhat to his surprise I could see, and I stopped crying for a second to say, in a whisper, “I do love you Daddy.”

He collapsed onto me, his head on my chest, his penis now violently pulled out of my pussy which somehow still made it hurt. He kissed my chest then my nipples one at a time. “I love you daddy” I whispered again, “You can explode inside me any time, I promise.”

“Holy shit,” he said. He never cursed in front of us ever. He lifted himself up. “I know, you’re my daughter, I can do whatever I want to you whenever I want.”

“I know sir,” I said starting to panic. I’m sorry sir I love you sir.”

He just laughed.

He got up walked to my sisters side, and untied her while she cried. “Are you going to… go inside me too sir?”

He said “Not right now. I’m not ready. But I just made a mess inside your sister and you need to clean it up.”

When he brought her over to my side of the bed, grasping her hair and shoving her face into my pussy, she took one look at it and started crying anew. “Oh my god what did you do to it!?”

Now I panicked again. What did it look like?!

But there was no time. He shoved her face directly into my pussy and she stuck her tongue out and began looking for his mess inside me.

And it hurt. It really hurt. Everything hurt down there. But it was her. It was my sister. She was pushing her tongue deep into me, deeper than before, looking for my Daddy’s mess, and it felt—just a little—like other times when she had helped me explode. I lay there and tried to focus on that.

And when she eventually stopped and came up to my face and began to kiss me so I could take Daddy’s mess into my mouth, it really was kind of like old times.

And when Daddy laughed and said “I think I’m ready again already” and approached her from behind while she kept kissing me and licking my nipples and kissing me again, she scrunched up her face, ready for him to put his penis in her pussy just like he had done with mine.

I did not understand what was happening when she looked surprised. She stopped everything she was doing and opened her mouth like she had forgotten completely how to speak or make sound, and Daddy started shoving at her just like he had shoved into me.

She stayed like that the whole time until I could see that he had exploded inside her as well. She didn’t cry, she just kind of grunted, and when he was finished she fell over and grabbed her bottom.

Daddy untied me, grinning the whole time, and pushed me down to the floor to join her. “Get on your hands and knees,” he told her and she said breathlessly “Yes sir I love you sir” and did what he said.

That’s when I saw where a little bit of his mess was. It wasn’t near her pussy. It was between her bottom cheeks. Near her butthole. He had exploded inside her bottom. And he was pushing my face towards it. “Stick out your tongue!” he said, and I yelled reflexively “Yeth sir I’m thorry thir I love you thir!” and my tongue touched her butthole.

She moaned, EXACTLY the way she moaned when I helped her explode in her pussy, and I starte kissing her butt hole exactly the way I would kiss her and her pussy, tongue sticking in, lips and tongue swirling all around. I starte to find bits of Daddy’s mess in there and did what I could to collect it into my mouth. From the way Sister was reacting I knew. I had to get her to do this to me tonight. We had to become butthole buddies, that’s the phrase that came into my head! “Butthole buddies”! I laughed into her ass, believe it or not.

After I got what I could of Daddy’s mess out of there she turned around and we kissed to make the standard exchange and Dad let us just go at it, kissing each other on the mouth and on the chest and on the neck for as long as we wanted. After a few minutes he said “Girls I’m going to go, you girls can stay in here and do whatever you want, but you are not to touch your own or each other’s pussies without me being present, and only when I say you can, do you understand?”

“Yes sir, thank you sir I love you sir.”

“Alright. Have fun in here doing ANYTHING BUT TOUCHING PUSSIES you got it?”

“Yes sir, thank you sir I love you sir.”

And he left and closed the door. I looked over at sister. We were a mess. We were both still sobbing. I was still mightily in pain. I could see her pussy and mine were both cut up and bruised. Nothing looked as bad as I imagined, but we did both have not just bruising but little spots of blood all over our chests, legs and pussy. I cared. It’s not like I didn’t care. I was alarmed. But I mainly also only had one thing on my mind. I actually grinned at her. Between sniffles I said “It’s your turn.”

She looked up at me, in some shock. I knew she knew what I meant. “My turn for what?”

I got on my hands and knees. “Kiss my butthole.”

“What?!”

I got up on my knees and slapped her, just lightly but enough to shock her. Kiss? No. Butthole? Haha no.

“Eat my ass I said!”

And she did.