Dangers of Divorce (Casket & TMT)

Emily couldn't help but stare at the huge tent that his hard cock was causing in his boxers. It only made her feel more and more aroused and she whimpered softly, blushing even more. She had never been so turned on before and her mind was screaming at her that it was crazy and wrong and that she should run.

But her heart and her body were talking a whole different language. One that Emily liked more.

When Billy laid down next to her and she felt his hot, hard cock against her thigh, he'd breathing hitched and she had to bite her lip. When he cupped her bare mound and she felt his finger slip inside her, there was no holding back anymore. She tried to think of an answer, something romantic to say, but her mind was blurry with need and arousal and she decided to not say anything.

Instead, Emily leaned forward and pressed her soft, full lips to her brothers. One arm propped her up while the other hand reached down to very carefully touch his erection through his wet boxers. She kissed him passionately, hoping that he would like it and kiss her back, while a soft moan erupted from her throat, his finger inside her drove her crazy.

Billy couldn't believe it, he'd half expected her to be horrified by his advances but instead she swooned and began to kiss him as he worked his big fingers in and out of her sweet spot. Billy didn't hesitate, immediately his mouth opened and his tongue shot into her mouth, swirling against hers. It him feel like he'd never felt before, and as her hand reached down and gently stroked his engorged member through his boxer shorts, he felt a tingling sensation run up his spine. He knew this was wrong but at the same time it just felt too right to stop.

Billy could hardly control himself and with his free hand he reached down and pulled at her bra, at first struggling looking to free her perky breasts, but having never worked a bra before, he got frustrated and eventually just ripped the fabric away. As soon as those perfect tits were exposed he wrenched his mouth free of hers and dropped his head down and began sucking on her chest. He was so excited and his dick was so hard it was practically shivering.

Deeper and faster his fingers worked in and out of her dripping wet pussy, he could feel a small bump at the top of her sex organ, and if more experienced he would have known it was her clit, but even without that knowledge he began to use his thumb to swirl circles on it, pushing his sister closer to climax.

"OOOh God forgive me, Emily I love you.....I love you" He called out as he slammed away at her vagina. He knew the urge to breed her was growing almost too strong to control, and with his sister's hand wrapped around his rock hard cock it was only make the sensation stronger. Billy reached down and yanked his underwear down, exposing his very large cock. "Ooooh sweet jesus, it's never been this hard before, it almost hurts." He said as he stared down at himself in disbelief and wondered what his sister was going to do to help him out.

Emily shivered when he began to circle her clit with his thumb. Her body moved without her even having control. Her hips raided and she let his fingers sink in deeper, feeling how he pushed against her hymen a few times. But when he kissed down her body and sucked on her ripe tits, she almost lost it.

"Don't stop Billy... Never stop" she begged and kissed him even deeper. She loved her brother and she loved what they did, that it was wrong, didn't matter anymore.

When he yanked away his boxers and she saw his big, fully erect cock, she gasped and looked up at her brother. "Oh my God you're so big" she cooed and then reached her hand out and curled her fingers around the base of his shaft. Slowly she rubbed the palm of her hand up and down his length, feeling him up gently until she reached the tip.

"Billy... I love you" she whispered and kissed his lips, then gently pushed him on his back. "I have never done this but I want to... I want to please you." she softly kissed his chest and kissed a way down to his stomach, she sat on his legs and kissed the tip of his cock. She shivered a little at the touch against her lips, already loving how the velvet skin felt against her. "I want to be your first Billy. The first woman you sleep with. And who touches and kisses you. And I want you to be my first too." She cooed softly and then licked over the tip before she suckled on it softly and gently. [/align]

Billy couldn't believe how aggressive his sister go all of a sudden, pushing him onto his back and kissing the head of his cock. He was so sheltered that he hadn't even considered a blowjob an option, he'd assumed that mouths were for kissing, but as his sister started to suck on the head of his member his body tensed and his back arched as the ecstasy racked his entire body.

"Oh my Good God!" Billy called out as his sisters lips parted and she began to slide his throbbing cock down her throat. The feeling was so intense that his balls began to clench and a bit of precum shot out. Billy didn't want to embarrass himself and blow his load before they consummated their new relationship, so he focused his mind and tried not to look down at his sister's sexy form as she worked his penis with her mouth. It was hard because she looked so good doing it and every time she came up for air he got a glimpse of those perfect perky tits with their big pink puffy nipples.

"Jesus Em, I don't know how much more I can take....I want you vagina on me, please I want to be inside you. I can feel something whelming up and I don't know how long I can hold it." Billy pleaded as she expertly slurped up and down on his quivering shaft.

It made Emily feel proud that Billy was so turned on by her. She wasn't even thinking about him as her brother anymore, he was the man who made her feel so turned on, the man that she wanted to feel the same way about her.

When he begged her to stop and let him feel her pussy, she sucked one last time on his cock, then pulled back. She kissed up his stomach and stopped at his neck, kissing him softly as her wet folds rubbed over the tip of his dick. "No one says vagina Billy...." she whispered to his ear. "If you want my pussy, you can have it. I'm all yours." She then added and smiled at him.

Emily hadn't had sex yet, but she had seen some porn and she assumed that she knew what she had to do. She knelt over him, took his hands and gently placed them on her hips. Her hands went to his chest and she bit her lower lip when she began to sink down on his length. "You...you have to help me...oh god you're so big" she moaned, feeling the thick head of his cock part her virgin walls slowly. "Push me down Billy.....oh fuck your cock feels so good inside my pussy." She had sunk down even more and now she felt how the head of his cock pushed against the little resistance inside her. He would need to push her down to help her get through the little pain.

At first Billy felt embarrassed, He didn't know you didn't call a vagina by it's proper name, it was what he'd been taught in health class in high school and as far as his sheltered brain knew it was the only name for the female organ but when his sister said the word 'pussy' aloud it almost made him gasp. Of course she would call her sex 'pussy' , she was from the city and city girls knew all the fancy and lewd terms for such things.

His mind was practically erased when she climbed up on top of him and slowly started to lower the silky wet cleft of her snatch down on to his cock. He forgot everything, including the fact that he was about to breed with his own sister, all he wanted was for her to slide down and envelope him holey. He could barely make out the fact that she was begging for him to help her, he was running a pure carnal instincts alone. His big strong hands gripped Emily's hips tight and forced her down with all his strength like and the tight sensation gripping his shaft and pulsing was amazing. His head shot backwards and his hips thurst up deep inside her until he felt a strong muscular wall stop his inward progress.

"OOOh yes.....YES YES YES! God your PUSSY is so GOOOOD!" Billy started to call out as he started slamming her hips down on his dick. He was using her body like a fuck doll and it felt great, almost as if she weighed nothing at all. Deeper and harder he slammed her up and down on the swollen shaft. The sensation was indescribable and being so close to orgasm before it only took several minutes of jackhammering her before he felt that growing feeling in his groin again.

"EMILY I GONNA CUM IN YOU!" He called out as he pulled her tight against his pelvis and exploded with years of pent up jizz filled her pussy. The amount was so substantial that it started erupting out of her quivering snatch and gushing back out onto himself. BIlly's head folded back and his eyes clamped shut as the waves of pleasure washed over him, no thought at all that he may have just impregnated his 16 year old sister.

Billy's hand reached up and clasp Emily by the back of the neck, pulling her from her sitting position down onto his chest and he hugged her tightly, kissing her head and taking in the sweaty scent from the top of her red head. "God forgive us both....I love you Emily and I'm not gonna let anything bad happen to you...We'll find some way to be together, I swear to you!" He said in a panting out of breath voice.

When he slammed her down on his cock and broke her hymen, Emily cried out softly. It felt good, but it also hurt a little bit. The pain was quickly forgotten though when Billy began to slam her down on his cock again and again. She loved the feeling his big cock deep inside her and because he had fingered her before, she was just as close to her climax.

She whimpered and moaned, moved with him as best as she could while he raised her up and slammed her back down again. Her velvet walls gripped his shaft hard, milked him with every up and down move he let her do. Her nails dug into his chest lightly when she body began to shiver and buck.

She cried out "Billy! I'm gonna cum!" just seconds before she found her release. Shivering and moaning she was on top of him, still riding him like he made her do. The feeling of his hot seed shooting up into her tight little snatch took her breath away and she gasped and moaned, closing her eyes when her head fell back. Her orgasm washed through her petite body and made her feel as amazing as she had never felt before.

Laying on top of Billy's chest, she relaxed slowly and snuggled up to him. Her warm breath spilled over his neck as she inhaled his scent and smiled softly. "I love you too Billy" she whispered, feeling almost a little sleepy now. "I want to be with you." She kissed his neck and then lifted her head to gently kiss his lips. "But how do we do that? The Reverend hates me. He hates everything about me, my looks, my clothes, the way I talk .... He will never leave me alone. And...to be honest...I don't want to stay here. I want to stay with you, yes. But I don't want to stay with him." She told him honestly, looking down at her brother with a sad look in her eyes. The situation seemed so doomed.

"Don't worry, I'll find a way..." He started to say but the crack of a branch in the woods behind them broke his train of thought and he instantly shielded Emily out of instinct. Someone was coming and he didn't know who. "Hide quickly!" He whispered and pointed off into the tall weeds that rimmed the pond.

Billy reached over and grabbed his boxer shorts, taking notice of the stain his precum had left on the white fabric. He slipped them on and tried his best to tuck his still hard dick up into the waistband. Could it be his father? Jesus help them if it was, he would most likely kill them both for the horrendous sin he and his sister had just committed. But the woods were the wrong direction, his father would've been coming from the house not the backwoods, the only one in that direction was....

"Billy Eastman what in God's gracious name were you just doing?" Prudence Sweet said as she emerged from the wooded treeline holding her tiny dog on a leash. Prudence was dressed in a yellow sundress with white stockings that ran all the way up. Red babydoll shoes on her feet and her blonde hair done up in two high pigtails. Her face was pursed in her usual disapproving look, with tight lips that showed years of frowning already starting to leave wrinkles even though she was barely 17.

"I was.... swimming Pru, what are you doing on our side of the hill?" Billy asked, looking around on the ground for his clothes but not seeing them. He realizes that he's left them over on the dock, but there is an item of clothing that is still there, Emily's ripped red bra. Sitting right there in the knocked down grass where they'd just made love and Prudence was starting to walk toward him. Billy uses his foot to sweep the destroyed garment aside, doing his best to get it off into the weeds before she got too close.

"I see you're all wet, but I heard some disturbing sounds as I approached....sounds that made me think you weren't alone, and not just that but up to the Devil's work. Do you have a girl up here? Kimberly Pressler? Angie Strong? Maybe that little whore Kerri Anne Tibber?" Prudence asked with her eyebrow turned up suspiciously as she approached Billy and leaned into take a sniff of him. "Swimming huh? Strangely you smell of sweat and something....else.....Not so much of pond water. What is that stained on your drawers anyway?" Prudence asked as she invaded his personal space and reached right down toward his crotch.

Billy instantly jumped back, not wanting her to grab his crotch and expose the boner he was hiding in his waistband. "NO Prudence....I was just.....I was just hanging out with my sister. She's in town from the city and we were both just wrestling around.....you know after we got done swimming." Billy scrambled for a better excuse but his mind was still running on low blood from the amazing sex he'd just had.

"Sister? I didn't know you had a sister.....Where is she?" Prudence asked as her tiny terrier dog began to snarl and bark at the weeds near the pond.

"She's just stepped off to pee in the weeds. EM! Emily, come on out here and introduce yourself to our neighbor!" Billy cupped his hand to his mouth and called out.

"A city girl who knows how to pee in the weeds? I thought it was only us country girls who knew how to do that?" Prudence said disapprovingly and folded her arms over his modest perky breasts waiting to meet this mysterious sister she'd never heard anything about.

Emily gasped and hid in the high weeds, crouching down as she watched Prudence approach Billy. She didn't like the girl and Emily felt how jealousy washed over her when Prudence looked at Billy and even tried to touch him. It made her want to step out and tell that bitch to back off of her man, but luckily she remembered that she could never do that. And that thought made her sad.

She grabbed her bra, managed to put it on so that it looked like she was really wearing it, while the truth was that she had put the endings in the back together with a knot. In her bra and panties she then stepped out of the grass, making sure her hair was looking not as disheveled as before and no cum was leaking down her leg from the forbidden action before.

"Hey. I'm Emily. Nice to meet a friend of Billy's." She said to the other girl and stood close to Billy. It was hard to resist the urge to scratch Prudence eyes out or take Billy's hand, show any sign that he was taken and that the other girl should back off. Instead, Emily forced herself to hold her hand out for Prudence to shake and smile at her lightly.

Billy turned nervously when he heard Emily's voice approaching from behind him, he'd hoped she'd managed to put her dress back on, but when he saw her dressed only in her wet panties and a the bra he'd shredded, he winced. He turned back around to see Pru's disapproving face staring at his half naked sister suspiciously.

"Swimming huh? What would your father, THE REVEREND, say about you too cavorting in nothing more than your underwear, Billy?" Pru asked, but as she pushed past Billy with her hand extended to greet Emily he could see that it was a question she didn't expect an answer to. Just another nasty remark in the book of them that was Pru vocabulary.

"Hello Emily, my name is Prudence Sweet, I'm your neighbor across the hill. My family has been here since the 1800's and we are very prevalent in this town. Geez your bra looks askew did you put it on wrong?" Pru said and reached out quickly, snagging the strap and giving a tug which dislodged the sloppy knot that Emily had hastily tied in the back. "OOOH my it appears you must have weakened the straps.....wrestling." Pru said with a cruel laugh when the garment fell down.

"PRU! Stop it.....That wasn't very nice!" Billy shouted and walked toward the girls but stopped short remembering that he was still covering his hard on so that Prudence wouldn't see.

"OOOHHH I was just having a bit of fun....geez. So you're Billy's long lost sister huh? Well you should come over to my house tomorrow, I'd like to get to know my future sister-in-law better before Billy and I move our relationship further. Maybe I can lend you some clothes as it seems yours aren't in good condition." Pru said with her wolf's smile.

"What are you talking about PRU?" Billy asked, his face showing surprise and confusion.

"It seems your father talked with mine this very morning and he's arranged for us to start courting. You'll be taking me out on a date this Sunday after church." Prudence answered, but didn't take her eyes off Emily's half naked body.

"I don't know anything about that, he didn't say anything to me about it." Billy retorted and started to reach out to grab Prudence by the shoulder so she would turn and face him again instead of staring at Emily like she was a porkchop ready to be eaten but Pru's little terrier snapped at his ankle and again he had to jump back.

"Well talk it over with him, I'm not one to LIE about things." She said emphasizing the word 'lie' and eyeing Emily and Billy up and down when she said it. "Anyway I really should be going, Emily, I'll expect you to honor my invitation and I'll see you tomorrow for lunch, I'm sure Billy can show you the way." Prudence stated flatly and tugged her tiny dog as she walked back off into the woods.

Emily's eyes filled with tears when Pru managed to make her feel very small in a very short time. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest, covering her big breasts that were now without any cover.

As soon as Pru left and was out of sight, Emily wiped over her eyes and then stormed past Billy to find her dress, that stupid dress that she hated, just like everything else here. Well...except for her brother. Her Billy.

She sobbed quietly and pulled the dress over her head, hating how it felt on her skin. Everything felt wrong in this place, everyone hated her. And again, Billy came to her mind. He didn't hate her. He had told her he loved her. But could she endure all the other hate for him? Was his love enough?

"I'm leaving Billy. I can't do that. I can't stay here where everyone but you hates me. No one wants me here." She blurted out, now crying even more. "I don't want to leave you but I can't do this. I can't watch you go out with that....that bitch. I hated how she looked at you how she touched you how she spoke to you. How can you let her do this to you? How can you let your father decide who to date and who to marry?" She had turned around to face Billy, looking at him while she was crying, her entire body shaking with her sobs, tears streaming down her face.

"I will not go there tomorrow and I will leave tonight. From the way it looks, you are already engaged, there is no room for me." She sobbed and felt how her knees got weak. She wanted to fall down and cry but she held herself up with the last bit of strength she had inside her.

"What do you mean you're going to leave? How the heck are you planning on doing that Em? Pa took your suit case, you don't have any money. What are you gonna do hitchhike? I doubt anyone in this town would even pick up an underage girl walking by herself on the road. You can't leave Emily, we just met and I think I love you. You need to be strong, and stop crying so much. Things here aren't as bad as you are making them out to be. If you'd just calm down and try to go with the flow I think things would start going better for you. You've been bucking they system since you arrived. I think if you just tried a little harder to get along with everyone you'd have a much better time, Emily. Maybe a little less of Mom's sulking and a little bit more of Dad's stiff upper lip would suit you." Billy said as the frustration of how whiny his sister had been since she'd gotten here. This whole time he'd idealized her, thinking she was some street wise city girl and as it had turned out she was just a spoiled rotten little brat.

He was honestly madder that they'd both just expressed their true feelings for each other in a physical way and was already ready to walk off and leave him. Maybe he'd been wrong to express his feelings to her after all.

"I'm going back home, somebody's got to make dinner for Pa. I hope you get over yourself and see that things aren't that bad around here if you try, but if not, then I guess this is goodbye." BIlly said as he stormed off and grabbed his clothes before setting off down the hill back toward the house.

She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe that her brother, who claimed to love her, called her whiney and insulted her mother. And now he sent her away like that.

But if he thought Emily was a whiney, spoiled girl, he had made a wrong bet. Emily's face hardened, her resolve was made. She would prove him that she was not whiney. And he would regret saying that to her.

She wiped over her eyes, straightened her hair and then ran after Billy. When she reached him, she ran past him without a word and then ran to the house. She walked the last few steps, then walked inside. "Hello Reverend. I will get started on dinner now if it pleases you." Oh yes, she could play this game. If Billy wanted to see an obedient little girl who never spoke up and didn't have a brain on her own or feelings on her own, he would get just that.

Emily went into the kitchen and began to work on dinner. Her grandmother had taught her to cook and she did it for a few years now. She set up a pot with potatoes, cut onions and carrots like a professional and prepared two steaks she had found in the fridge. No meat for the woman of course, she almost laughed about all of that. It was ridiculous to her.

When everything was about to be done, she set the table. Not once did she ask for help or advice, she opened the cabinets until she found what she needed. She set the table with one plate at the head of it and one plate right next to it. The other plate, her plate, went to the far corner of the table. She was not expecting the Reverend to want to eat with his slut of a daughter at one table.

Reverend Eastman was sitting in the same rocking chair with the same bottle of whiskey he'd been sipping on when the children had left, though most of the bottle was now gone. He watched in silence as Emily entered the house and started right away working on dinner. At first he thought to ask where Billy was, but then assumed that she'd simply opened her smart little city mouth and pissed him off the same way she'd done with himself.

He sat and watched her work instead, watched as her young body moved and how much she looked like her mother, back when they were young and still in love. Sarah hadn't always been a liberal bitch, back when they were young, before Emily had been born, She'd happily work around the house just like a good wife should. Cook dinner, clean house, serve her husband once the day's work was through and of course make love to him when he desired her. But as they'd grown more mature she seemed to lose interest in the simple way of life and start lusting after things more secular. That's really when the problems in their marriage had started. He could still remember the first time she'd tried climbing on top of him and having sex after he'd told her he was tired from work. The thought of having sex other than in a missionary position was absolutely lewd but she'd kept insisting and eventually he'd smacked her and called her a whore for the first time. It was all downhill from there.

Now though, it appeared that the Lord had offered him a second chance. Emily had been obstinate when she'd first arrived, but with a little bit of discipline here she was now making dinner, with her mouth shut just like a good woman should. With the whiskey swimming inside him, he was starting to stop thinking of Emily as his daughter and more of a second chance with a new version of Sarah that he could raise up to be a good wife, if not for him, than for some man.

It was just then that Billy walked in the house, his eyes were down on the floor instead of greeting his father, he simply walked to the table and sat down, staring at his plate.

"Where you been boy?" Hank asked, slurring his words a little.

"I had a few more chores to finish up before dusk." Billy lied. The truth was that he'd stopped any forward progress when Emily had run past him toward the house. It was just then that he'd realized how cruel he'd been to the girl he loved earlier. Sure she was a bit whiny by he and his father's standards but what could you expect. She'd been ripped out of her life and forced into something that was completely foreign to her. The shame set in and he took his time getting back to the house and when he'd finally arrived dinner was almost ready.

"Bill....you wanna take that spot your sister sat at the end of the table, I'd like for her to sit by me for supper." Hank said and pointed down to the far seat. Billy agreed in silence and moved down to the seat his father had indicated, still unable to raise his eyes up and meet either his father's gaze or dare look at his sister.

They all gathered at the table and Hank remarked at how good it all smelled. He saw Emily had prepared no steak for herself and drunkenly cut into his own cut of meat. He sliced off a hunk and slapped it down onto her plate, showing a big drunk smile to her as he did so. After a short prayer they were allowed to eat.

Hank hungrily chewed his dinner down, but Billy seemed only to pick and poke at the meal instead of eating. "What the hell is wrong with you boy?" Hank suddenly spat out, tiny piece of meat flying from his mouth and using curse words only showed that he was indeed inebriated.

"Nothing Pa, It's delicious really, thank you Emily. It's just I ain't that hungry tonight. Guess I got a lot on my mind is all." Billy said.

"Well don't let it go to waste, pass it down here!" Hank said and Billy obeyed.

"Pa, can I ask you something? Did you tell Mr. Sweet that I'd take Pru out on Sunday after church?" Billy asked hesitantly.

"Yes as a matter a fact I did. I saw Deek down at the shop when I was shopping for your sister and mentioned that you two kids were old enough to start courting properly. You are welcome by the way." Hank said, and both children could hear the anger swelling in his voice.

"Why Pa? I told you I don't like Prudence. If I find a girl I like, I'll take her on a date, but I don't need you fixing me up, I'm practically a grown man." Billy said, showing a bit of defiance which he'd never shown his father.

"Why you insolent little prick! You should feel lucky there is a good christian woman like Prudence Sweet for you to marry and here you are criticizing your own father's choices. I've raised you better than that Bill, and if you aren't hungry then maybe you should go to bed. You've got a big day ahead of you tomorrow, I am lending you out to the Sweets as a farmhand and they need an entire pasture re-fenced." Hank said, staring at Billy.

"Alright, I'll help Emily clean up dinner and then we'll head off to bed." Billy replied but his father cut him off.

"NO.....I'd like to speak with your sister for a while after dinner. I feel as though I acted harshly earlier and would like to make amends for my temper. She's my daughter after all and I'd like to get to know her better.

Emily was surprised when she saw Billy at the far side of the table. She sat down next to the Reverend and started eating after she was allowed to. Politely yet with the lack of any warmth, not that he would notice, she thanked him for the part of his steak.

She felt a little sorry for Billy when he only poked at his steak and her resolve to not talk to him until he apologized was starting to fade. She couldn't be mad at him, not when he looked so miserable after their fight. And after all, she didn't want to make the same mistake as he did and not try to see his side of things.

The exchange between the Reverend and Billy made Emily feel uncomfortable and at the same time proud. Her brother was not the weakling she thought he was, he actually stood up for himself against his father. She wanted to tell him that she was proud of him, that she wanted to talk about everything and sort things out, but of course it was impossible with that Reverend around.

"Uhm... Reverend Eastman? Sir? Could Bill maybe take me with him over to the Sweets? We met Prudence earlier when Bill showed me around and she invited me over tomorrow to get to know each other better." She asked in her best and most polite tone as she finished her meal.

"And, if I may ask another thing Reverend Eastman, maybe could I have my suitcase back? I appreciate the dresses you brought me but with the warm weather, I will need something more to change. Maybe we could unpack together and I show you every piece so you can tell me what is appropriate and what isn't? That way I can learn better" she suggested sweetly.

Inwardly she was cursing and hating that she had to act this way. But if they wanted her like that, they could get it. After this summer, she would be home again. Or maybe sooner, if she could arrange an escape.

Hank was about to upturn the table and go right after his son for talking back, whiskey always made him mean but just as he was about to loose his temper and go off into a drunken tirade Emily spoke up. Her politeness and good etiquette stopped him in his tracks almost like a pipe player charming a deadly snake. The first was her question about accompanying her brother to the Sweets, it was asked with the proper obedient inflection and not for a second did the Reverend question it's authenticity.

"What?....You've already met Prudence?"

"Yes, she stopped by the pond, I was showing it to Emily." Billy answered, not really lying to his father but certainly omitting a couple of important details.

"Well....so that's how you found out. Ok that makes sense. I was going to talk with you tomorrow morning before you left but you had to spoil the surprise. So yes, I think that would be wonderful. A young man's sister should develop a strong kinship with the woman her brother is going to marry. But you must promise not to interfere with him while he's mending fence. I told Deek that he could complete the field in a day, if you distract him and cause him to not make the quota then you'll make a liar of me and I can't have that. You stay with Prudence and stay out of the reach of her four brothers. The Sweets are good people and Prudence is a saint but those boys of theirs are absolute hellraisers." Hank said, his temper calmed and his mood almost pleasant when she brighten it further with her loaded suggestion.

Hank turned and stared at his daughter when she suggested modeling her clothes for him. The idea of watching her slip in and out of clothes in front of him made his whiskey bent mind swirl with unchecked lust. He'd often said to his church that nothing made a backslider out of a man quicker than liquor. "Yes, yes I suppose you're right Emily. I may have overreacted on that issue as well. After all it is the 2016 and fashion sense has changed. We can go through your clothes and as long as I've ok'd them after I've seen you actually wearing it of course....then we'll talk about returning some of your belongings....That is as long as you remain....a good girl." The reverend again slurred as he spoke. "Off to bed with you William. Good night and God bless."

"Night Pa," Billy said and rose, for the first time since he'd gotten back home he looked up at Emily. His expression was warning, and he looked confused but walked off toward his bedroom.

"Oh of course. I would never distract my brother when he is working. I promise, Reverend Eastman, sir." Emily said politely and gave a soft nod. So Prudence had brothers, how fitting. If they were anything like their sister, Emily would have an easy game. Maybe staying over at Prudence would be her new favorite activity for the time she had to be.

She looked at Billy when he got up and she didn't quite understand why he looked at her like that. In the end, she was behaving like he wanted her to, she was going with the flow, being a good girl, wasn't that what he had wanted of her?

Emily waited until the Reverend was finished with his food, then got up and cleared the table. Without asking or waiting, she began to clean the dishes and the pans and pots she had used to make their dinner. When everything was clean again, she wiped her hands and then went back to meet Hank.

"Reverend Eastman, if you could give me my suitcase, I will show you the clothes I packed."

Hank had finished the bottle by the time Emily had finished cleaning up after dinner. With Billy tucked away in bed leaving only his daughter and himself, Hank's inhibitions about lusting after his daughter were gone. He had a large hard on, which had slowly grown to full mass watching her clean up, and now he made no effort to hide it when Emily asked for her suitcase.

Hank stood up, staggering a little and walked to his room, fetching her suitcase and bringing it back into the living room and setting it on the ground in front of the couch. He staggered over to the couch and sat down. "Alright Sarah.....I mean Emily, lets see what sort of outfits you've got." Hank said drunkenly, his hand falling to his crotch and he rubber his hard dick through his pants as he waited for you to strip in front of him.

Emily could see the tent in his pants and she didn't know if she should be disgusted or just run away. She looked at Hank for a few moments, watched how he rubbed his hard on trough his pants and she searched for a way out. This would not end good, she thought.

"O-okay" she mumbled and knelt down next to her suitcase, opening it. She quickly hid her underwear in a corner of the suitcase so Hank wouldn't even see them, and then pulled out a long sleeved sweater. She held it up for him to see. "Is it okay if I wear this when I get cold?" She asked, glancing at him before she placed it down to get the next piece.

It wasn't that she hadn't understood that he wanted her to put on every outfit for him. But she was not going to strip for the man who was her father. She was Billy's after all, even if Billy didn't want her anymore after their fight at the lake.

"It looks too tight, Put it on and let me see if your breasts are too prominent." Hank said, seeing that she was trying to shirk the part of the bargain. "I said I need you see you in each and every piece. Strip off that dress and let me see how you've grown." Hank commanded, his right hand still stroking his big shaft through his pants.

He kept thinking of how incredibly hot his ex wife had been, she had easily the sexiest body in town and he remembered it fondly and wondered if Emily had inherited those perky tits and great round ass that her mother had sported.

Emily flinched at the request. That was what she had feared. But... Hank was drunk. Maybe she could use this to her advantage.

With a sigh she got up and pulled the dress over her head. She stood in front of him with her red panties that accentuated her firm, round ass. And of course, her chest was bare since Pru had pulled down her destroyed bra. Her large, firm breasts were on display for her father now and Emily hated that. She watched his face nevertheless, watched his reaction.

"I don't think you should be looking at your daughter like that, sir" she said, reaching for the sweater. She pulled it over her head and put it on, then rose an eyebrow and watched him, letting him judge her. "Or maybe you'd like to forget that this hot piece of ass is your daughter, hm?" she added, standing a good few steps away from him. "Is it the first time you are able to get a hard on since your wife left you? Seeing your young daughter turned you on, hm?" she kept teasing, her tone soft, almost a whisper.

Hank's drunken grin only widened when she did what he commanded of her. When she stripped off the dress and showed off those puffy pink nipples, not even holding an arm up to cover them. She indeed had her mother's looks and it made him hard as an old oak tree. Then she began to speak and just like her mother she had an obstinate tongue. Daring to try and reprimand him for staring at her, when she was his daughter.

But because he was drunk, the talk only made him hornier instead of angry, when she put on the sweater and started with the real dirty talk. Calling herself a 'hot piece of ass' and pointing out the fact that he was engorged from staring at his own daughter in that sexy little whispered tone.

"I'm your father and I have all the right in the world to look at you in what ever way I desire. You've committed the sin of enticing me, and for that you'll need to be punished Sarah." Hank slurred, again mistakenly calling his daughter by her mother's name. "The sweater meets my standards and is a fine garment for you to wear when it's cold, but tomorrow is supposed to be quite hot, let me see what you think is appropriate to wear in the heat." Hank said, his smile hanging on his drunk face. "And this time I want you to come over here, close to me so I can get a better look."

Emily frowned at his request and when he called her Sarah again. He had done that before, but Emily had thought he was just drunk. But now he seemed to truly mix them up, her and her mother.

But the mix up only made her resolve harden, she would use him. Get her way so he would leave her alone for the rest of the time that she had to stay here.

She took off her sweater again, then went through her clothes, searching for something particularly tight and short. With a light smirk, she pulled out a dress. She slipped the piece of black cloth over head, the dress had no straps and it barely covered her lush breasts, but it also barely reached over her ass.

"I was thinking I could wear this. You know? To get close to those boys over at the Sweet's. Get me some fresh meat." She looked him up and down as she stepped closer to him. "Not like you, you old pervert. Staring at your own daughter while jerking off."

"You hot little filthy slut!" Hank slurred out, his hand reaching up and grabbing Emily's arm with an iron like grip. "You tease me, you think it's alright to tease you Daddy with that tight little ass and those delicious tits?" Hank snarled, but not out of anger, it was pure animal lust. The thought of his daughter wearing this dress out of the house and teasing those Sweet boys made him horny as hell and he wanted her pussy on his cock. Sarah had done the same thing to him, her words both driving him crazy first with anger and then with lust.

Hank reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling his massive dick out of his pants and gripping it hard in his fist, squeezing it hard enough to make the head pulse with each beat of his hammering heart. "You've done this to me and now you'll take care of what you started. Get down her and fuck your father!" Hank said pulling her down onto his stiff lap. One hand holding her arm tight enough it would leave bruises while the other reached up and pulled down the top of her sexy black little dress, grabbing her tits and squeezing them hard. "Your gonna be Daddy's little girl forever Sarah! I'm gonna make you my perfect girl. I'm gonna train you to act right and you're gonna take it deep and hard, you filthy little whore!"

She squirmed when he grabbed her and pulled her down. The sight of his hard, big cock made her feel both disgusted and turned on. "Let me go" she told him firmly, pulling on her arm, feeling the pain from his hard grip.

"Hank! I'm not Sarah! You're hurting me!" she called out and tried to get away from him. "I'm not Sarah. I'm your daughter, Emily, remember? Let go of me!" she kept telling him and when she still couldn't get away, she used her free hand to slap him with all her strength.

"I'm not your fuck toy you pervert! You can't teach me anything!" she kept insisting, now getting louder. She worked hard to get off of his lap and away from her drunk, insane father. "Let go or I will scream!" she warned him, hate glinting in her eyes when she looked at him.