Embrace

The reflection.
Molly stared at the mirror silently. Her dark red hair over flowed her skinny, pale shoulders. Her dark green eyes stared back at the reflections of pools of a mossy swamp that held no emotion. Who was she? But she felt that she was the young woman that is in a top priority private high school. She stared at her reflection. Standing up slowly, she placed her fingertips against her breasts. The pretty high and bouncy C-36 breasts. She had a narrowed hips, and nice gorgeous waist. She was the reflection of her mother. Her eye twitched. Why must she torture herself with such memories of a harlot that only birthed her eldest brother and sister, and her?

She closed the mirror silently, and went over and started to get dressed. Before she managed to snake the short blue skirt over her hips, a door closed behind her. She looked behind silently, holding the fabric within her hands.

"Molly."

"Papa." She said without a single emotion.

Her father stood silently. His face was gorgeous. Like a beautiful roman bust that stands on a beautiful golden base, and is a prized possession of the Museum of Modern Arts. He stood in a business suit silently, lowering his briefcase. He was a tall man. At a tall six foot five. His hair was a nice salt and pepper look, more of the pepper, with cool, calculated blue eyes. Every woman oogled at her father, and wanted him badly. But he denied every woman the pleasure of his time. And turned his wants and his desires on his young, seventeen year old daughter, Molly.

"Going to school?"

"Like I do everyday, Papa." She said, once again without a single emotion as she pulled up her skirt, and zipped it up at the side.

"I always like the school's uniform."

"What do you want?" She said firmly, turning to the mirror and opening it once again, taking the white button down shirt, and slipping it over her cool, pale shoulders and started to button it up gently, watching her father with smooth, and calm eyes.

"What I want is you to respect me when I am speaking to you." He snapped back, which made her jump. She hated having a verbal spar with her father. Who ends up winning? He does. He either manages to make her shut up by the raise of his voice or he shush her himself which wasn't that hard. She finished with her shirt, modeling in front of the mirror before looking at her father.

"..."

"Good. I want you to be home from school by the usual time and meet me in the den."

"What about Amy?"

"...Am I asking about Amy?" He asked with an eyebrow raised. He scowled towards her. She could tell her father didn't like her older sister for reasons unknown. She was confused. He always wanted her. And only her. As for Amy, it was a one time thing when her brother, Luke, had took her out of the house. And Amy told her in disgusting details of what he did to her. It almost seemed like Amy...enjoyed the attention. And it made Molly angry.

"No, you didn't." She said.

"Good." He moved close to his daughter, and without a hesitation, wrapped his arms around the girl. Molly stiffened in his arms, as he lightly kissed her neck, his lips gently pressing against her neck while he whispered in a soft voice against her neck, "I smell the Chanel Number five I bought you.."

"I rubbed it in instead of just spraying it." Molly said lightly, lowering her hands against her father's. He was warm. Very warm. At times, it would go against her judgement, and she would just give into his lusts and desires. Before she could make herself turn, the door opened behind him, which made both Molly and her father's eyes snapped open, and looked behind them.

Her brother, Luke, stood silently. He had light brown hair that seemed to be peppered in with the light red that bathed in the cool sunlight from Molly's window. His cool, dark blue eyes stared upon the scene quietly, equally surprised as they were. He bowed his head as he said softly, "Um, I was going to take Molly to school now, father."

Her father simply let her go without a hesitation. Molly quickly grabbed a navy blue bow that matched her skirt, and slipped on a pair of black loafers that her father had bought her early that week. After doing so, she grabbed her brown backpack, and gazed at her father who stared at her from the mirror. She moved back as Luke took her arm, and dragged her out of the room so that they wouldn't be late.
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School went as normally. Molly found it to be better than home. Luke acted weirder than usual, especially when he was picking her up from school. He would usually talk to her, but as of what happened this morning, he became as quiet as a mouse. Was it because father frightened him into silence? Was father so demonic towards Amy and Luke that if they managed to even speak of the sex he had with Molly, they would both end up...dead..? No one knew. Their mother left them when Molly was seven. Amy and Luke, both being twins, where thirteen at the time. Their mother was just as cold as their father. Or maybe worse...

When she left, she managed to make their father beg for her to stay. He was on his hands and knees, the tears welling down his cheeks as she took her leather black suitcase in her hand, and commanded the other maids to take the other suitcases. Her father begged, but her mother never cast a gaze on him. Before she left, she kissed both Amy and Luke, but was hesitant to kiss Molly. Why? Because the night before, she had caught her husband with their seven year old angel. How he caressed her in a way he never did she..She didn't know if she was leaving out of jealousy, or hatred for her own flesh. But she had to leave; though refusing to take her darling children with.

Molly stared at the wall after remembering the day her mother left. After she left, father became more cold. Though it was towards his eldest children then Molly. Luke and Amy suffered the mental abuse more than Molly did. Her father manipulated Molly into thinking that sex with him was the best in the world. That no other man can know her needs like he could. And it honestly made her sick. As she grew up, she realized more and more what her father was. A sick, sick bastard.

He couldn't get any love from her mother, and so got some from Molly since she was so sweet, and innocent, and looked just like her. Luke tried to protect Molly, he did. But his father, also abused him. He would toss him aside like a rag doll, and lock him into the closet while he had his way with Molly. As for Amy, she would watch sometime what he did to Molly. It was some twisted jealousy she had for Molly. That she wanted her father to pay attention to her, and not to Molly. Molly got all the attention, the kisses, the presents, the...sex from her father. Molly was spoiled rotten. And Amy was clearly pissed about it.

Therefore, Amy would keep to herself, and leave the house occasionally after studying to be with friends or with her older boyfriend, Ryan, so that she would be away from them. Molly stood up from her desk, as she turned, opening her door and walking down the dark staircase. The whole house was dark, and her personal maid was out of the house getting them food. She walked silently, the spiral steps seemed to be endless, until she finally felt the warm floor, and gazed out into the living room.

She knew her father was there. He was always there. Though he said to meet him in the den, he had seem to relocate himself.

"Papa."

"Molly. Come sit with me."

She nodded, as she walked over to the large, leather, Victorian sofa. It was a nice brown sofa that was extended that looked like it could fit about four to five people on it. There, her father sat relaxed. His eyes started at the fire that crackled in the also Victorian fireplace that held the logs protectively. She stood at the side, watching her father who finally sat up, then looked at her silently.

"Well, my darling. I decided you would be more comfortable here." He said softly.

Molly moved, sitting next to her father silently, as he faced her, lowering his hand against her thigh. She stiffened, staring at his hand as she said softly, "How was your day, Papa...?"

"Stressful." He said with a snort. "You remember the bastards at my work."

She nodded slowly. She watched her father, then moved close to him, as she wrapped her arms around him. Molly felt tempted to do this. But he wasn't making her do this. She delicately kissed his cheek, then kissed his lips lightly. She felt her father's smirk, and she died a little inside once more. She felt his hand rest against her back, as he kissed his daughter back, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She closed her eyes as her tongue lightly stroked against his as he eased her into his lap, his hands against her hips, pulling back and looking at his lovely dove.

"I like it when you where your uniform. Such a beauty." He whispered, his face lowering into her well-developed chest, as he smelled the Chanel Number Five, and kissed her soft mounds which made her closed her eyes tighter, and place her fingers against the back of his head, lightly running her fingers through his hair. He wants comfort. Nothing more. Molly lowered her head, and sighed, as she felt her father's fingers mindlessly grope at her back bra strap.

Molly pulled back, and undid her shirt, letting it fall. Before she could do it, her father undid her bra, and let it drop to the side. His lips slipped over her pink nipples, and sucked gently on them. Molly looked away silently, her cheeks red, as she panted lightly, her fingers running against his shoulders. Her father continued to suck and lick at her nipples, his hands massaging her breasts. He pulled back a bit, and placed his hand against her bare back, and lowered her onto the leather seat of the Victorian couch.

He slipped his hand up her skirt, and pulled down her underwear to her ankles, and slipped them off her feet. She felt the sudden cold around her nether lips. Her father's lips curled into smirk as he started to play with her, his cool fingers lightly touching her nub, his fingers lightly stroking it gently, as Molly shifted. He lowered his head, kissing her lightly, as he slipped his index and middle fingers inside her and his thumb gently rubbing into her clit quickly.

Molly squealed automatically at that, as her hips lifted and her hand went up to cover her mouth.

Her father's eyes narrowed, as she heard his breathing against her ear, "Do not cover your mouth, Molly. I want to hear you."

"But what if.."

"Amy and Luke will have to deal with the noises like always." He said with a growl, pushing his fingers deeper inside of her warm canal as Molly let out a soft moan, her fingers trying to grab at something to hold. He continued his assault, fingering her deep. He lowered his hand down to her bare ass, squeezing gently as he continued to finger her deeply, his fingers now damp with her juices. Molly's eyes were closed tightly, her moans were loud, and echoing through out the living room.

Amy started down the stairs silently, hearing the moans of her sister from downstairs. Luke stood at the top, gazing at his twin, "Amy, please, father will hurt us if we interrupt him.."

"Stop it, Luke. We are old enough to come out of our rooms. He cannot punish us for that."

"Amy.." Luke whined, sitting on the top step as he watched Amy bravely move downstairs. Amy stopped at the end of the stairs, holding the banister in her hand as she stared at the almost dark living room with the figures within. She narrowed her eyes, her dark blue eyes shadowed with hatred as she paused, staring at the figures. She saw Molly laying on the ground with their father hovering over her. She watched silently, staring at how her father would unbuckle is own belt with Molly's long legs around his waist.

Amy's fingers grip the banister while she watched her father with such smooth movements pull his pants down, then his briefs. Her body ached for the same touch that her father would do for Molly. Amy felt deprived of her touch. It was only once that he had ever touched her. And it was amazing. He touched her everywhere and made sure every part of her body was kissed, sucked and loved. Amy felt the fresh tears run down her cheeks, as she frowned.

Molly looked up at her father quietly, as he carefully took off his jacket, and tossed it aside. He unbuttoned his shirt, and tossed that aside also, lowering his hands finally after removing his clothing and taking a hold of his daughter's hips. Molly breathed at the smooth hands her father had, which always surprised her. Such hands her father had, though he used them on her with such a delicate touch, he used them on her brother like a belt, smacking him and hurting him harshly to the point her brother would bleed on the plush blue carpets of the hall way.

With a swift motion, her father entered her deeply. She heard her father's grunt, but she couldn't get over the feel of his hot cock within her. She gasped out in pleasure, as she took a hold of his arms while he thrust inside her. She was laying on their plush wine red carpet, her hair spread on the carpet, as she licked her lips, whimpering softly. Why can't she admit that she liked it...? She feared liking it. She feared loving the feel of his slicked cock within her. It was a shameful thing. Very shameful. Her father continued to trust deep inside her, his hand lifting up and rubbing her clit which made it even more difficult to hide behind her squeals and moans.

Amy stared, watching silently as more tears ran down her cheeks, her beautifully manicured nails scratching the banister. Luke stared at Amy, with his knees against his chest like a child. He wondered why Amy was so jealous of this. It was wrong! It was disgusting, but Amy told him it was the only way she felt that she was loved by their father. Luke stared silently, his own blue eyes welling up with tears, as he bit his bottom lip, enough for him to draw blood.

Molly's squeals became louder which threw him over the edge. He slammed deeper inside her, his hands gripping onto her ass, with the sounds in the house now being filled with slapping of skin. Molly's eyes were closed tightly, as she twisted slightly, her hands curled tightly as she felt her abdomen being so warm and her spine filled with such chills that her lips opened slowly, and let out moans that overwhelmed her.

Her father smirked, though he wasn't ready to blow his load, his daughter was. He pulled out quickly, teasing the girl which irritated her obviously. He grinned, lowering his daughter's lower body as he whispered softly, "Finish me, and I'll finish you."

Before any hesitation, Molly got onto her knees and got in front of her father, taking a hold of his cock, and stroking him quickly, then lowering her mouth and started to suck him off. Her father's hand lowered onto her back, rubbing slowly, with a wide, toothy grin planted on his face. She started to bob her head, breathing softly through her nose and taking him all into her mouth. He knew that his daughter hated to be fucked in the mouth, therefore he had kept himself from doing so.

Molly kept sucking on him, her eyes closed while feeling the heat of her body centered in her abdomen. She wanted to be finished off so badly, it was driving her mad. She pulled her mouth off his cock and started to stroke him quickly, placing the head of his cock against her tongue as he grunted and started to squirt his warm, white liquid onto her tongue. She still had her eyes closed, making sure his salty liquids hit her tongue so that it wouldn't smear anywhere on her face. She felt her father's hips jerk slightly, and his heavy pants above her. She smiled slowly, as she lightly finished stroking him, swallowing the liquid down.

Her father, like he promised, picked her up, and sat her on the couch, spreading her legs wide. He dove down, and started to lick and suck at her clit which made Molly squeal out in pleasure. He continued his assault on her clit, his warm tongue lightly stroking her little nub as she chewed her bottom lip to keep herself quiet. Her father stopped, which made her whimper, "Do not cover your mouth."

Molly nodded, as he continued, sticking his tongue into her hot cunt, and moving it inside her. Molly panted softly, her head rolling back as she let out a howl of pleasure, "PAPAaaa~!!"

Amy's hand snapped the wooden end of the banister, which made a crack noise that made Luke jump.

"AMY!" Luke screamed, which made Amy froze in place. Their father paused, and Molly, since of her head being rolled back, stared at Amy who stared back at her. Their father rose silently, his expression was dark, and his eyes were locked on Amy.

Luke stared at Amy who was frozen in place, as he started to sob loudly, and ran to his room quickly, not wanting to be on the focus of the abuse that Amy was going to get. Their father walked over to the pile of clothes, and slipped on his briefs calmly, and then his pants. Amy shook her head slowly as she stepped away, then she screamed, "No, Daddy! No!"

"I told you to NEVER watch me!" He roared, his voice booming through the living room. Molly curled up automatically, staring at the fire in the fireplace as with a swift motion, her father went running after Amy. Amy ran from their father quickly, slipping on her socks, as she went falling into the kitchen. Amy looked at her father who held his belt in his hand, his eyes narrowed darkly and his figure towering her.

The maid stared quietly, as she whispered calmly in French until he snapped, "SHUT UP!"

She paused, also in fear of this man as she backed up into the corner, and sat down slowly. She nodded slowly. This was her only job, and she was lucky enough that he even considered her for this job. If she ever told anyone of the activities of this house, he would kill her without mercy. He was a man of power. He had all the money in the country. And she had no power against him. She was a poor French maid. Who was once a stripper. He could simply say she is lying and no one would believe her since of her past. Her dark brown hair that was in a bun, started to unravel, with her wide brown eyes stared at him.

Amy stared at the maid until her attention snapped to her father, who glared at her. "Daddy, please.."

"I told you to never..." The belt came down on her thigh as Amy screeched out in pain. "watch me."

"Daddy!" She screeched.

"NEVER WATCH ME!" He screamed, his belt now coming down repeatedly on her thighs and her back. He grabbed her ankle, and flipped her over onto her stomach, hitting her repeatedly with the belt. Amy's wails echoed throughout the house as Molly covered her ears, staring at the fireplace and humming. Luke was locked in his room, sitting on his bed, and sobbing loudly. The sounds of Amy's wails and the belt snapping against hot flesh echoed the house.

Finally, for what it seemed for hours, it ended. Amy was laying there on the ground, staring quietly at the floor, as her father knelt down next to her, and lifted her up. "Repeat after me, Amy."

Amy stared at him with wide eyes, "..."

"I will never watch my father."

"..."

"Repeat me, Amy!" He growled, shaking her body as Amy whimpered, and nodded quickly.

"I will never watch my father..."

"Good girl." He dropped her, and glared at the maid. "Clean her up, and take her to bed."

The maid nodded slowly, as she moved towards Amy, calming the girl by singing softly in French, her chocolate skin bathing in the kitchen's lights, as she made the young, bleeding girl stand up and moved her to the bathroom.

Molly lifted herself up a bit, watching her father as he turned, glaring at her. "Go take a bath."

Molly nodded quickly, as she took her clothes, and ran up the steps quickly. The male stood with the belt in his hand, his eyes narrowed. He started up the steps, which made Molly almost trip into the bathroom, she closed the door quickly and slam the door, as she slid against the door. She heard his heavy footsteps coming down on the plush carpet, moving towards Luke's room. She closed her eyes tightly, as she heard the door knocked down and Luke's screams echoed the room.

"And you!" He snapped, as his belt came down on Luke's hand, as Luke fell back onto his ass. "You should have stopped her from watching me, Luke!" He snapped, smacking him with his belt. "But you didn't like a fucking coward! Letting a woman tell you what to do!"

"She didn't tell me anything!" Luke yelled, but was quickly overturned with a cry as Molly heard the belt come down again. Molly closed her eyes, as she cradled herself, trying to make herself go into a far away place.

When will this ever end...?