Embrace

(So that no one will freak out if they saw this story before, I am Miss Lolita. I forgot my password to that account since I didn't write it down, and I have the worse memory on Earth when it comes to passwords. So this is a new account of mine, and this story isn't stolen. Enjoy.)

The Silence.
Amy sat in the bathtub with her maid rubbing her back gently with a sponge over her pale, bruised skin. The water was a crimson color, the blood still dripping from the open wounds on her back from the belt. It scared her that the belt actually managed to open the wounds. Once the cleaning of her skin was done, the maid carefully lifted the girl up, and bandage her back. Amy's head was lowered her eyes staring down at the ground until there was a knock at the door. The maid stopped what she was doing, which made Amy reach and touch the bandages on her thighs. When the door opened, the maid let out a shuddered sigh, which made Amy look up from her thigh. Her father stood.

Her dark blue eyes stared at the man quietly, as she looked away. Her father casted his gaze on the made, as he took her shoulders, and pull the maid close, whispering into her ear. The maid nodded, and simply gave him a peck on the cheek before leaving the room. He closed the door behind him, then looked at the crimson water in the tub. She saw him stiffen slightly, but looked away when he gazed fixed on her.

"Are you alright?"

She didn't answer. She only found herself staring down at the ground, as he lowered his hand next to her thigh, which made her scoot away from him.

"Amy.." He said soothingly, moving close to her and wrapping an arm around her. He rested his head on her shoulder, his eyes closed. Amy stared at him quietly, as he continued speaking, "I had to teach you not to spy on Molly and I. I told you not to, did I not?" He asked, looking at her silently.

"...You did, Daddy." She said softly, as she moved close to him, looking at him with a soft smile.

"Thought so. Why was Luke on the top stair when I told him he should be studying for that exam...?"

"He followed me."

Her father nodded simply, and stood up, looking her right in the eye, placing both of his hands on either side of her. He smiled, and lightly kissed her lips as he lifted his hand, running it through her lovely brownish-red hair. "I always knew you were honest towards me."

"I always am, Daddy." She said calmly, and lifted her hands and placing them on his shoulders, as she pressed her body up against her father's firm figure. He smiled, as he continued to kiss her pretty plump lips, feeling himself getting hard at each sweet kiss.

"Why won't you have sex with me, Daddy...?"

"..." There was a pause in the kisses. Amy blinked, and stared at her father with his expression that seemed to be loving turned dark. He grabbed a hold of her jaw, and gazed into her eyes, and whispered softly, "Because you NEVER obey me, like Molly does. No matter how honest you are."

"I can try.."

"I've tried with you, Amy. I've tried to make you obident, but you kill me deep down inside, every. single. time."

"I'll try! I'll be better than Molly!" She cried, as she wrapped her arms around him tightly, and lowering her head onto his shoulder.

"..." Her father was silently, as he pulled her away. "No matter what you do, Amy. You'll never be better than Molly."

Amy stared at her father as he opened the bathroom door, "Get to bed. You have to go to the University tomarrow. And you have a follow-up exam, young lady. I expect a perfect score." He slammed the door as Amy stared at the crimson water silently, her body aching with both pain and lust.
* * *
Molly sat in front of her mirror, brushing her hair quietly. Her eyes gazed at the mirror, her pink lips as firm as possible. The night had been just as worse as last time when Amy spied on her and her father. But Luke had to pay the price also since he was out of his room instead of studying. Molly sat on the oak chair in front of the tall, glass mirror, her pools of dark green stared at the reflection of the young girl beyond. She gripped the brush, this is what she can call, a personal abuse on herself.

It was too risky to take blade, or a shard of glass to "ease" the pain within since she is with her father every night. What's the point? It seemed like she was going to be his until he could find another woman to give birth to another child, and replace her. She shivered at the thought. Another child suffering like her for the same amount of years. It surprised Molly she was able to intereact with anyone, well, any male since of her father.

Hell, her beauty was like a mermaid that swam upon shore. And she was lusted after by many boys and men of the little private school. She lowered the brush onto the side desk next to her large window. She stood up quietly, and turned around. Right as she turned around, her father entered the room. Molly stared at her father, her hands tightening around her towel.

"I don't want to have sex again, Papa. Not tonight." She said slowly, moving towards her bed, and sitting down.

"I wasn't going to, dear." He said, walking over to her bed, and sitting close to her. He smiled, his fingers on her thigh, as he draped an arm around her. "I just wanted to sleep with you, tonight. In your bed, lovely."

"Alright." She said with a nod, as she turned, and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him lightly, and closing her eyes. Why was it that everytime he was near, she couldn't resist his touch? His love that seemed to ooze from his fingertips, and make her quiver, and long for him though this faux pas relationship wasn't as glamorous as it seemed for her father. She wanted him badly, though every little signals in her brain told her that it wasn't right.

They laid together. His arms around her tightly, and his face covered by the mass of Molly's dark red hair. She felt her father's body close to hers, which in a way, comforted her to sleep. She closed her eyes, letting him loll to her sleep. He wasn't hard, as she felt since of her ass pratically backed up into him. Her eyelids fell, as her mind was now filled with fuzzy, pictures that formed a dream...
* * *
The morning came in quickly than expected and the house was just as quiet as usual. Molly was laying in her bed, without her father. She blinked silently, listening carefully. Her sister, Amy, was leaving to the University. But she wasn't going to live the dorms. Amy hadn't went to college for a while, though she was suppose to go right as she was eighteen. But her father had refused her that freedom, and kept her room, and made her a mindless woman.

Molly sat up in the bed, holding the sheets close to her. Six in the morning seemed unusual for her to leave, but it seemed to be what her father wanted. She only heard her father's voice, rushing Amy to the door while telling the maid to take her to the school. After that, there was silence, than footsteps. She blinked slowly, then the door opened. Her father walked in, only in a silk forest green pajama bottom. His body was like sculpted art just like his face.

She watched him, as he sat down next to her, then she reached over, and lowered her hand against his arm. He looked at her silently, then moved forward, scooping her into his arms. Molly was naked beneath the sheets, which made her blush automatically when her father's gaze scanned her body. He kissed her deeply, his lips carefully, opening, hoping to gain entrance into her mouth.

Molly was at first hesitant, but decided to let him into her mouth. This kiss was long, and more passionate then she thought. He lowered her onto the bed, and hovered over her bed, and gently sucked on her neck, his fingers reaching for her breasts and rubbed her nipples in circles, which made her shiver, and squeal again, her hips lifting up and pressing against his. She felt the bulge against her own crotch, which made her breath out slowly.

Her father looked down at her, his dark blue eyes gazing into her green ones, as he smirked, sliding his middle finger against her slicked cunt, which made her twist slightly in pleasure, and her mouth opened letting out a soft sigh. He smiled, his fingers now sliding down into the crack of her ass, his finger pushing into her ass, which made her gasp out, and grab onto his arm.

"Sssh..." He hushed her, his lips close to hers, as she closed her eyes, whimpering softly. "I know, I know. I want to try something new.." He lowered his other hand, and pulled down his pajama pants slowly, then got out of them, tossing them aside. He pulled his finger out of her ass, and with a single thrust, shoved his meat into his daughter's hot cunt first. Molly's eyes widen as she let out a groan, which made her head turn, looking away from her father as he pulled slowly out, then pushed back inside her which made her hold onto him tighter.

He lowered his head against her shoulder, holding her hips and thrusting deep inside her, groaning and grunting. Molly's eyes were closed tight, as she held onto him, her lips were curling a bit as he fucked her. It felt so wonderful, oh so wonderful. His thrusts were so needly, and so fiery since at each meet of their hips, she felt the warmth in her abdomen building up. She whimpered lightly, as she closed her eyes, and howled out in pleasure, adding onto her juices as her father chuckled softly, pulling away and looking down at her.

"That was quick.."

"I couldn't hold it in.."

Her father kissed her gently, then pulled back, and patted her back, "Get on your hands and knees." He said with a soft whisper.

Molly nodded, as she got onto her hands and knees. She felt her father's hand slipped between her legs, as she let out a soft moan, and lowered her head, her fingers curling over the pillows. She then felt her father's hand on her asscheek, then he spread it away from the other one. She shivered as he slipped her juices that he collected from her cunt down her asshole, and then positioned himself. He held his cock, and started to push himself slowly into her.

Molly's eyes wide, as she let out a loud moan, which made her father want to push it all in quickly, but he eased his eagerness, remembering that this was his first time doing his daughter in the ass. She gripped onto the pillow tightly, feeling the tears well up in her eyes, as she whispered faintly, "Papa, it hurts.."

"I know, baby..." He leaned close to her, his chest against her back, with both hands on her breasts and his hip moving in slowly, pushing his cock deeper within her. Molly listened to her father's faint grunts, she could tell he was eager about being deep inside her since her ass has never been invaded by him before. And she was so tight, and warm, it drove him nuts. He lowered his other hand, his left hand working her breasts and his right lowered down to her clit, pressing his middle and index against her clit, and started to rub in slow, rough circles.

She moaned out in pleasure as he rolled her clit with his fingers. She whimpered softly, pushing her hips against his, making him push deep inside her, which caused her father to groan out loud. With their hips connected now, he carefully pushed his hips, in a nice and slow gentle pace so that she could get used to the size inside her. Her father is huge, it always overwhelmed her everytime they did this, but now, since he was doing her in the ass, it was a complete different story to try and get used to it.

She was sweating gently, her hips pushing up against her father's as she let out some moans and squeals, gripping onto the pillow with one hand, and the other on her father's wrist, as he pushed deep inside her. Thrusting deep within her, his fingers twisting against her clit, which made her lose the train of throught of how much it hurts to how good it felt. She was moaning softly, her eyes closed tightly, and the sweat dripping over her brow.

Her father leaned in close, and whispered into her ear, "Call out my name.."

"But, Papa.."

"Do it." He said, thrusting harder than before, which caused her to jolt up, and moan out louder.

"D-Devon!" She yelled out, which made her father thrust faster and deeper then before. She let out a cool, careful sigh while he thrusted inside her with such quick pace. She whimpered softly, feeling herself getting close. Her father grinned, not bothering to pull out of her since he felt himself getting close also.

"Let it all go, baby...Let it all go..." He whispered in her ear, which made her howl out loud in pleasure, feeling the juices build up within her, and the heat star to drench away while her body shook under him. Her father let out a growl that sounded animal like as he shoved himself deep inside her, releasing his own, warm juices into her. Molly's knees were shaky, which caused her to collapse under him, but before her father's weight pressed onto her, he pushed himself up with one hand, and used the other that rubbed her clit, and pushed it into her cunt. She whimpered softly in pleasure, then felt the warmth of his fingers pull away as she sighed, relaxed now.

He held his fingers close to her mouth, which made her wrap her mouth around his fingers, sucking the juices off. He smiled at her, lowering his nose against the top of her head, and nuzzling into her, breathing in the smell of her shampoo from last night.

"I love you, Molly...I love you so much..."

"I love you too, Papa..."