Keeping Up With the Joneses (Arkhaeus x Myah)

[Arkhaeus]

Edward Jones, or Ed as everyone called him, was at home watching an anime with his 17 year old son, Lathan. Both Lathan and his younger sister were hard to keep up with in regard to their interests, but Ed found these Japanese shows at least entertaining. It was a good way to connect with his kid who was getting ready to go off to college in a year or two. Plus, being 35, he'd watched his fair share of it back in the 80's. Cindy Jones was in the kitchen making dinner. She was 38 going on 20, or so it seemed because of how well she kept herself. She was the perfect military wife who loved her family. Ed's only complaint was that they didn't fuck enough. But what married man doesn't have that complaint? They were few and far between, that's for sure.

Ed was a First Sergeant in the Army. Because of this, he kept his auburn hair short and kempt, and he was fit. He might have a little bit of fat in places he didn't care for, but at least his stomach was flat thanks to doing PT every morning with his unit for the last 17 years. He'd just pinned his E8 rank, and his family was so proud of him. He was in a bigger leadership position than he'd ever been before, and he was happy knowing his family had his back. Most people only dreamed of the happiness he had achieved. Again, Ed's single problem was his libido. There was an unspoken understanding between Ed and Cindy that Ed's sex drive was higher than hers, so he had his ways of taking care of it. She would intentionally go to bed just a few minutes before he would so that he could masturbate in peace. She'd even put a comfortable chair in their walk-in closet attached to their master bathroom so he'd be comfortable. But Ed's hand had been doing the job for more than 20 years now and it was getting stale.

Ed sighed as his emerald eyes fell to his phone to look at the clock. His daughter should be home by now. Where was she?

 

[solacing]

Keelia Jones never thought of herself as a wild child. She wasn’t, really. She didn’t drink, or do drugs, at least not yet she didn’t. She was only fifteen though, she had time to throw herself into the deep end - no, she wasn’t somebody who done anything illegal, unless you count staying out past your curfew all the time, and being an absolute brat to your family as illegal. She just liked to have fun, it wasn’t her fault her father had given her a curfew that was earlier than all her friends, was it? She wasn’t about to go home, knowing her friends were out without her. So, she stayed out until they went home, and then, she finally did.

The young girl lived a happy life, she had a great family, they were all close in a sense, she didn’t care about any of that - she was at that age, where it was meaningless to her. She had good enough grades, life was great. Humming softly to herself, she strolled down the road leading to her house, her fingers crawling along the graffiti covered walls - as soon as she reached her front door, she slipped her heels off, and quietly pushed the door open. Nobody would notice her right?

She was also at that age, where, she constantly wore outfits way too small for her - outfits that were too revealing for a fifteen year old girl, but she loved it. She was confident, why wouldn’t she flaunt her body? It was the start of December, so obviously she hadn’t been stupid enough to wear a black dress in the freezing cold, instead, opting for a pair of booty shorts, and a white low cut tee. The heels? They were just a nice touch. The moment she pushed the door open, her gaze immediately fell on her father, who, was watching the door intently. She would’ve never been able to sneak past him.

Letting a small hopefully innocent smile curl onto her lips, she dropped her heels next to the basket laying by the door, slowly stepping towards where her father sat, with her brother. “Hi daddy.” She chirped, blue eyes trained on his figure.​

 

[Arkhaeus]

The anime was paused as Lathan stood up. "Umm... I'm... gonna go to bed now. Have fun." The teen looked at his sister and mouthed the words he's mad before quickly exiting the room and down to his basement bedroom.

"You're mother's already upstairs in bed." Ed glared at his daughter for a few seconds. Just long enough to communicate that he was, indeed, angry. However, it was only a matter of time before Ed realized what his daughter was wearing. He eyed her up and down, not even bothering to hide his elevator gaze. Damn she looked hot. And that was the problem. He sighed, brushing off the fact that he was horny enough to check out his daughter just now. "Keelia Mae. You're late AND you're dressed like that? In December? Come on, baby." He let his voice drip with disappointment this time, hoping to appeal to the little girl in her. The little Daddy's girl in her. The one that hated to disappoint Daddy.

The man stood up, knocking one of the beer cans over. There were 5. He'd been waiting long enough to have 5 beers, and dinner had been a couple of hours ago, so the alcohol had gone straight to his head. What he didn't know is that while the alcohol had gone to his head, blood had rushed into his other head. He was wearing his comfortable, lounge-around-the-house-before-bed sweats and a t-shirt, so his bulge showed plainly. Ed still hadn't noticed as he made his way closer to the girl, the smell of alcohol on his breath. He wasn't prone to alcoholism like so many Soldiers and other military service members were, but every once in awhile, he'd have too much to drink, or not eat enough, and the alcohol would hit. Tonight was such a night. Because of this, he stumbled a little, reaching out to catch his balance, he placed his hand on Keelia's shoulder. From this angle, he could see perfectly down her shirt. Jesus did he like what he saw. "Baby girl's all grown up now, huh?" he asked more to himself than to his daughter. This thought kept rolling around in his head as he tried to collect himself.

Keelia wanted to be grown up already. "So ya wanna be treated like an adult? Is that it?" Ed stood straight up now, still with his hand on the girl's shoulder. He looked her over one more time. "God, you've been teasing me for far too long now, ya little minx." At this, he reached with his other hand and pulled down at her shirt. "If you wanna be treated like an adult, I'm gonna treat you like an adult. We're gonna do some adult things tonight, baby girl. And yer gonna earn yer keep around here." He pulled once again at her shirt, revealing some Keelia's breasts. "Take this off."

 

[solacing]

The young blonde sent her brother an appreciative smile, not that she really needed his input, she had been doing this long enough to know that her father would in fact, be mad at her. Part of her could understand why, the other part, however, was pissed. Why did it matter to him what time she came home? If he wanted her on time, he should’ve given her a later curfew, one she would’ve no doubt listened to, rather than completely ignored. She nodded her head at his words, already knowing that her mother probably would’ve been in bed. It was late, and she was never really one to be awake past nine. “You didn’t go to sleep?” She questioned, meekly, shifting from one foot to another.

Her shoulder lifted in a shrug as she offered him a small smile. “It’s not that cold,” she murmured, breathing a soft sigh as he spoke, she hated that he knew how to sort of get through to her, from the moment she was born, she had always been a daddy’s girl, rather than a mother’s girl. She was just closer to him, which, didn’t help much now. Her gaze flickered to the ground as he stood up, one of the cans of beer knocking over. A frown etched itself onto her lips as she peered over at him. “Are you drunk?” She murmured. She hadn’t seen her father drunk that many times, he was always good at holding his alcohol. Which, led her to believe that he had been drinking from the moment dinner had finished. Was it to simply pass time, waiting up for her? She didn’t want to be the reason, he was drunk tonight. Her mother hated seeing him drunk.

A sigh escaped her lips as she moved her hand up to steady him, as well as him placing a hand on her shoulder, already. “Momma doesn’t like it when you drink, remember?” She cocked an eyebrow, though, her mother wasn’t awake, maybe that was his excuse. Her brows furrowed as he spoke, did she want to be treated like an adult? No. She wanted to be treated like she was mature. Not necessarily an adult. Keelia stared in horror as her father tugged at her shirt, her lips parting slightly at his words.

“What?” She snapped, blinking up at him. Adult things? Teasing him? She admitted, she had been teasing him, she was an idiot for doing so - he was her father, she didn’t want to do anything sexual with him, nor did she ever wish for anything like that to happen, but she had brushed herself up against him one too many times, she had teasingly stripped a small item of clothing in front of him, or even, wore little clothing in front of him. But she didn’t want to do anything with him.

“Daddy,” she muttered, wrapping her fingers around his wrist in an attempt to stop him from tugging at her shirt. “You’re drunk, stop it.”

 

[Arkhaeus]

Something had snapped in Ed. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was his insane desire. Maybe it was the ptsd he'd always thought he'd dealt with well. After all, he'd only been shot at a few times, and he had a few kills under his belt. Nothing compared to the shit some of his soldiers had seen. It could have been none of those, or it could have been all of those. But for some reason, he really, really needed to see his daughter's tits. "Take it off." His gaze met hers. "NOW," he demanded more loudly. He didn't have to worry about his volume level so much at the moment. His bedroom, where Cindy was sleeping, was upstairs and on the other side of the house from the living room. And Lathan was downstairs in the basement playing a video game loudly enough that it could very slightly be heard in the living room when all was silent.

When the girl hesitated to respond, Ed grabbed the collar of the shirt and tore it straight down the middle. Being in the military came with the perk of needing to be strong, so tearing the shirt was no trouble. His daughter stood in front of him now with her shirt open. But it still wasn't enough. Ed made eye contact with his daughter seconds before suddenly back handing her. "You WILL listen to your father. Do you understand me?" After this, he took a fistful of Keelia's hair in hand and pulled her behind him as he made his way into the kitchen and then out the back door.

They lived on a 3 acre plot, a good way away from any neighbors, and even had room for a few animals. Any animal the kids had wanted they got. Ed and Cindy both thought it was always good for them to have animals to take care of. Plus, Ed loved having a breakfast of fresh eggs and bacon cooked by his doting wife every morning. The plot of land also gave Ed enough room to build himself a den. He'd made a two story mother-in-law house, complete with bathroom, a small kitchen, and an upstairs bedroom. It wasn't very big, but it had everything someone needed to live comfortably. He figured Cindy's mother could move in there after the kids moved out. He'd change the sitting area of the bottom floor room into a bedroom for her, and then she'd have everything she needed all on one floor. Then he could add on an outside entrance to the upstairs to use for storage or any number of things. For now, though, he used it as his getaway.

Ed dragged Keelia across the yard and up to the small house. He used a code to unlock it with a single, practiced hand and dragged his daughter inside before closing the door and locking it from the inside. He threw the girl down onto the hardwood floor he'd installed himself, and smiled sadistically. "Here, baby girl, is where you become an adult."

 

[solacing]

Never once in her small fifteen years of being alive, did she ever think her father was capable of doing something so...evil. She knew, he was scarred, he was, in a way, broken. But not dramatically so, he had seen things she couldn’t ever imagine seeing, and he had done things, she couldn’t ever imagine doing. But he was home. He was safe. He was alive. She had never thought she’d be in such a position either, she couldn’t tell if he was doing this simply because he wanted to, or if it were because he was drunk. Nothing good ever came from an intoxicated person. Despite being in this situation, she wanted to believe her father wouldn’t do this to her. He wouldn’t destroy and take away her innocence like this, he wouldn’t. Would he?

“Daddy,” she murmured, her tone bordering on frightened. She flinched as his voice rose, her gaze sliding towards the door that led to her brothers room, it was wishful thinking, really. She knew, nobody would come anytime soon. Her mother, was about as heavy sleeper as they came, and her brother? Nothing could drag him away from his game, unless he had a good enough reason to come upstairs, he won’t. None of them know what was happening in the living room, because just like her, they never believed her father was capable of something like this.

A yelp escaped the young teen as he suddenly grabbed at her shirt, before tearing the material, leaving the blonde staring wide eyed at him. “Stop!” She knew her words fell on deaf ears, nothing could get past the barrier the alcohol had built inside his mind. Without hesitation, she moved her arms up, folding them across her chest to cover herself from his prying eyes. That was when it happened. That was when her father first laid his hands on her, he had never hit her before. She didn’t think he was that sort of person. She liked to think she was strong, she didn’t want to seem so weak so early on, but she had never been hit before, so, she couldn’t really help the tears that sprang to the corner of her eyes, and threatened to cascade down her cheeks as she blinked up at him.

Keelia squealed as his fingers wrapped through her hair, hard enough to have her flinching, she stumbled clumsily after him as he dragged her out the back door, and towards the small house he had spent months building for her grandma, her eyes widened as if realising what he was doing, and why he was dragging her out there, and before she knew it, she was squirming against his hold. Digging her feet into the floor in an attempt to stop him from dragging her, but, alas he was much stronger than her small frame, and without much effort, managed to push her through the door of the tiny house. The second her body hit the floor, a small cry escaped her parted lips, her wide, fearful eyes gazing up at him as he spoke.

“No.” She breathed, shaking her head. “I don’t want to become an adult, please.” She hoped, with everything in her, that those words were enough to snap him out of whatever daze he had put himself in.

 

[Arkhaeus]

Ed fell to the ground on top of his daughter, straddling her with his knees and placing his hands on either side of her head. He gazed down her body, drinking in her form, only making the bulge in his sweatpants get bigger. "You get your body from your mother..." he said aloud, almost not thinking. The man obviously was not fully in his own mind. The father sat up, grabbed Keelia's knees, and forced them apart. He immediately moved between them, pushing his formidable bulge against his daughter's own nether regions. Those sexy shorts were driving him crazy and wouldn't remain for long. For now, he reached over to an end table that was within reach, opened a drawer, and pulled out a hunting knife. He slide the dull side against Keelia's skin and between her breasts. His mouth watered as he cut the fabric, causing the bra to fall away and revealing what he'd been craving.

"Beautiful..." was all he could say. With his free hand, he reached down and took a breast into his hand. His hands were large, and her breast fit perfectly. The girl could easily pass for 19 or 20 if she really tried. He squeezed the mound hard before releasing it in order to take the nipple between his fingers and pinch it. God it felt good. This must be what he was meant to do. He was going to fuck his daughter. It was divine intervention that got him drunk that night. It was God's way of telling him what he needed to do: he needed to impregnate Keelia. And there was no better night. He looked down at the girl. "Tonight, we are with God. And soon, my baby girl, you will be having a baby of your own."

 

[solacing]

The entire time, her heart was in her stomach, fear was a disgusting thing, it ate away at the insides, until all you felt was nothing but toe curling anxiety, anxiety that made you feel nauseous and as if your world was on a constant roundabout, and she hated it. She hated it so fucking much. Her father, was not a light man. He was heavy, he was muscly, and he weighed a lot more than she did, she practically couldn’t breathe with him looming over her the way he was, his hands on either side of her, trapping her further inside this doom. She was terrified, shit scared. What had she ever done? To deserve this? God if she knew, her light and playful teasing would lead to this, she never would’ve done it. What kind of sick bitch teased their own father? What kind of sick bastard, raped their own daughter? They were both in the wrong here, for completely different, fucked up, reasons.

She whimpered as she felt the knife slide against her skin, it didn’t cut her, just the feeling of it was enough to send anyone into cardiac arrest, granted they had never been up against a knife before. It was fascinating how one small object, had the ability to take away the most precious thing a person had to offer. Their life. “Daddy,” she murmured, panic lacing her tone. “Stop it, please, you’re drunk.” She prayed, with everything inside of her, that her mother somehow found herself out here - that her brother, managed to pry himself away from his game long enough to realise his sister, and father, were missing. But, she knew none of them would. And that’s what broke her.

A cry slipped past her lips as she felt his fingers on her breasts, his next words, however, were enough to leave the girl staring up at the man who helped create her, shock so clearly evident in her eyes. “What?” She breathed, barely able to wrap her mind around it. He wanted to...impregnate her? Her own father? Wanted to give her a...baby? Was he aware how old she was? Was he that drunk? So many questions were crashing into her, all of them to be unanswered as the panic finally wore off, long enough to leave the girl squirming beneath him. “Daddy, no! I don’t want to have a baby, please.” Her breathing picked up, her chest rising and falling with every rapid breath, she struggled beneath him, bucking her hips in hopes it’d push him off. “Please,” Her voice cracked, as she blinked up at him with tearful eyes. Hoping, praying, begging for him to listen. To leave her alone.

 

[Arkhaeus]

Ed stood up, knowing this would give his daughter a chance to try to run, but he knew he could get what he needed and grab her again before she could get away. He walked toward a few boxes in the corner next to some of the cabinets in the kitchen area with this thought in mind. She might hate it now, but soon she will be thanking him, even begging him to pursue his mission. "This is God's will," he said aloud as he opened the box and pulled out some rope he'd used to hoist some shingles onto the roof. Never get rid of good rope. He thought as he turned back toward his daughter. He grabbed both of her hands, easily overpowering any resistance she might have put up, and tied them together behind her back. After making sure the bonds were nice and tight and secure, Ed grabbed the knife once more, using it to cut off her shirt. The shorts, however, he left intact, pulling them and her panties all the way off and holding onto them. The man grabbed the remainder of the rope before he picked her up by the waist, a task he expected to be more difficult, and threw her over his shoulder as he made his way up the narrow staircase to the second floor.

The father opened the door to the bedroom area and immediately threw his now naked and bound daughter onto the bed and closed and locked the door behind him. He clicked on a light, allowing him to finally gaze at what his lower head had been craving. "Oh baby girl... You're about to make your father a very happy man." With this, Ed tossed the rope and the panties and shorts onto the bed, and climbed on top of Keelia, straddling her and pressing his weight into her again so that she couldn't squirm free. "You'll thank me for this later, honey." Now that she was secure, he untied her hands only to bind her wrists to the bedposts. With her wrists properly bound, sure the ropes were extra tight, he bound her feet to the other bedposts. Keelia, his beautiful daughter, was tied spread eagle on the bed before him. Her legs were spread, and her pussy, her beautiful, immaculate, virgin pussy was begging to be pleased, to be ravished, to be fucked. It was begging for his seed. Now that she was secure, he took the time to take his clothes off, piece by piece. Ed's cock was erect and pointing at the ceiling in anticipation of what was to come. He looked longingly down at the girl before him. "Now that we're both naked, it's time to begin.

 

[solacing]

Keelia had always matched that fluttery feeling in the pit of her stomach with having butterflies, meaning she was nervous about something. Normally, she’d get it just before a big test, or if she were anxious to tell her parents something, hell, she even got it whenever a cute boy looked at her - but right now? She had it for a whole new reason, a whole new emotion. She was terrified. And that’s what that fluttery feeling was for, because of how scared she was. She didn’t want to be pregnant, she didn’t want to have her fathers baby. She didn’t want to be fucked by her own father, she didn’t want to be here. Did he realise he was fucking their whole relationship up, too? She was obviously never going to forgive him after this, the whole ordeal was going to cause a rift in their relationship, and it’d affect her relationship with her mother too. He was ruining everything. All because he was drunk, and couldn’t keep it in his pants. Why wasn’t her mother awake? Why couldn’t he fuck her?

“This isn’t God’s will, daddy.” She pleaded, eyes watching him helplessly as he tied her wrists together, easily avoiding her struggles and squirms. “This is messed up! Why can’t you see that?” She needed him to see it, she needed him to realise what he was doing, was wrong. It wasn’t normal, it wasn’t okay, it was fucked. She whimpered as the knife cut through the material of her shirt, leaving her completely exposed to him - however, he didn’t cut off her shorts, or panties, instead pulling them roughly down her legs as she squirmed, moments later, he easily picked her up, carrying her up the stairs and through a door. A room, in which her life was about to crumble in.

As if getting her second wind, the young girl glared up at her father as he spoke. “I won’t thank you for this, it’s wrong! Stop it.” She struggled against him as he untied her hands, only to tie her wrists to the bedposts, which, only caused her to struggle harder, blue eyes squinting into a narrow. She kicked her legs out, attempting to kick at him, but he easily overpowered her, and before she knew it, her ankles were tied to the bedposts too. Oh my god. Oh my god. Fuck. Fuck. This was happening, this was going to happen. The fluttery feeling was back, and it made her want to puke. Though, she didn’t think that was a bad thing at this point.

Keelia, realising her father was stripping himself, blinked rapidly before averting her gaze, her heart dropping back into her stomach. “Please,” she murmured, pathetically. “Please, daddy, don’t do this to me.” The tone of her voice rose with every begging word that fell from her lips. That, was when she made the decision. The decision to part her lips, and allow the loudest scream she had ever done, to climb from the back of her throat. Hoping to god, somebody heard her.

 

[Arkhaeus]

Ed let his daughter scream, relishing in its tone, knowing that no one could hear her from here. Once she was done, he narrowed his eyes at her. "Are you done?" he asked. Before she could respond, he was on top of her, stuffing her own panties into her mouth. "That'll teach you to resist." Now that was done, he sat above her, not yet touching her, save for the tip of his cock touching her stomach as he loomed over her. "I'm going to make you mine, baby girl," he said sweetly. "You're going to love it, I promise." He reached up and gently stroked her cheek, almost seeming to be back to his old self.

That was short lived as he made his way down to her breasts, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth. No one else had ever done this to her; daddy was going to take all of her firsts tonight. He suckled the nipple lovingly, like a child would suckle its mother's breast, the irony not lost on him. Ed used his other hand to knead Keelia's other breast, and rolled the nipple between his fingers until it was hard. He couldn't help but let out a moan at the whole situation.

 

[solacing]

She screamed. She screamed until her throat felt as if it were about to close over. She screamed until her voice cracked, and tears were falling down her cheeks. She screamed until she couldn’t scream anymore. Are you done? No, she wasn’t done. She didn’t want to be done, but before she had the chance to speak that out loud, he was stuffing her panties between her lips - causing her to scrunch her nose up, completely disgusted by the whole thing. The panties, meant she wasn’t able to talk to him again, she wasn’t able to plead, or beg with him. Every attempted word, only leaving her lips sounding nothing but muffled. He had silenced her. He had silenced his own daughter.

Her eyes briefly fluttered closed as his hand stroked her cheek, she flinched at his touch, no longer liking the way it felt. His touch, was one that at one point, brought her comfort. Made her feel safe, and relaxed. Now? It made her feel scared, and disgusted. She hated it. She hated it so much. A muffled whimper left her lips as he moved down her body, tugging her nipple between his lips as she squirmed beneath him, discomfort clearly evident on her face. This didn’t feel good, at all. Her eyes widened at the small noise that left her fathers lips, wanting to throw up at the mere sound, it disgusted her, that her body had been the thing to make him make that kind of noise. He was getting pleasure from this? From hurting his own daughter?

 

[Arkhaeus]

Ed would tell himself that he took no pleasure in hurting his daughter, but he'd be lying to himself. He DID enjoy hurting his daughter like this. He enjoyed it a lot. He would tell himself that this was divine, the God wanted him to do this, that God demanded a servant in the form of a child of incest. But Ed was more than happy to oblige. Something in his brain had snapped, some switch had been flipped, some chemical released. His baser instinct of protecting and loving his daughter had perverted into him raping her being the only way to protect and love her. His daughter wouldn't really lose her innocence if daddy was the one that took it from her. The fact that he enjoyed it so much was just the icing on top. Doing this meant they were servants of God! There was no higher calling! In reality, he was doing her a huge favor, and sooner or later, she would see things his way. Even if he had to force her. Only a parent who truly loved their child would do what he was doing. At least, that's how he justified it to himself.

When Ed was done suckling his daughter's breast, he made his way down her body, trailing soft kisses down her belly, taking a moment to erotically place his tongue in her navel, before bringing his face down to his prize. He was in between her legs and he could smell, see, and almost taste her arousal. Soon, he would be tasting it. But first, he made eye contact again at the realization that she was wet. "Oh, baby girl... You're enjoying this... You do want to serve God... I will make sure that you enjoy every moment of it." It didn't matter that vaginal lubrication was a natural bodily reaction to stimulation. Ed's mind didn't interpret it that way.

 

[solacing]

Squeezing her eyes closed, she attempted to pretend she were somewhere else - but every happy place she had already previously thought of, had her father in. It only hurt her more, knowing he was the one willingly doing this - he was the one willingly tearing their relationship apart, piece by piece. How? How could he do this? To her? It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that after this, she would never be the same again, but he would. It wasn’t fair, that she was the only one who would be affected. It wasn’t fair that he thought it was his choice to make, whether she lost her innocence or not. It wasn’t. It wasn’t his choice! It was her body. Not his, this choice, should’ve been hers. Why hadn’t anybody noticed their disappearance? Noticed the back door left slightly ajar, and followed curiously? Please, she needed someone, anyone to save her.

A noice that could only be described as disgust left her lips, though, it was completely muffled. Her gaze was trained on the ceiling ahead, refusing to meet the eyes of the man singlehandedly destroying her. She couldn’t stop the tears that continued to cascade down her cheeks, and she didn’t want to. She hoped they’d be enough to knock some sense into him. It wasn’t until he spoke, that her eyes snapped towards his, blue orbs narrowing into slits at his words. How fucking dare he say she was enjoying this? She understood the way it looked, the way it seemed but that was completely natural, she wasn’t enjoying it, her body just had a different way of reacting than her brain, his touch, absolutely fucking disgusted her. The only way she could show her discontentment was by struggling once more, which, she did. She squirmed underneath him, very much resembling a fish out of water, but she didn’t care.

 

[Arkhaeus]

The noise his beautiful baby girl made was all Ed needed to spur him on. When she writhed in anticipation of the pleasure she was about to receive, that just sealed it in Ed's mind. The fact that neither of those actions was anything like how he interpreted meant nothing. The father pressed his tongue against his daughter's nether lips; first at the entrance to her canal, then trailing the juices up to her clit, around which he traced his tongue in a circle, and all the way up. The honey sweet nectar intoxicated him as he swallowed what he'd licked up. He closed his eyes and groaned a guttural, primal moan. "Ohhhh, fuck..." was all he said before he dove straight back in, first sucking her clit into his mouth, licking it several times, and then shoving his tongue up her vaginal canal as far as it could go. All the while, Ed's hands had reached around behind her, grabbing his daughter's ass and pulling her pussy to his waiting mouth.

Ed had never tasted anything like this. He was in heaven, and that only solidified in his mind how RIGHT this was even though some alarm bells in the back of his head, the ones he hadn't really noticed until just now, were going off. He heard them, now. This was his DAUGHTER, his baby girl. His little Keelia! Whom he loved with every fiber of his being! Whom he swore to care for and protect! But it was too little, too late. The father's mind was twisted now. Now, taking care of his daughter meant giving her the biggest orgasm he could because he'd read somewhere that women were more likely to get pregnant after they orgasmed. Protecting his daughter now meant taking her innocence for himself, and not letting anyone else have it. With these thoughts in mind, Ed ravished Keelia's sex.