Holly Grant woke up to the smell of coconut oil wafting through the house. Her eyes fluttered open, the sun's early rays kissing her cheeks through the open blinds. She was still dressed in her favorite oversized t-shirt and panties from the night before, her blonde ponytail a mess from tossing and turning. Stretching out her arms, she felt the coolness of the hardwood floor under her bare feet as she padded into the kitchen. The house was eerily quiet, which was odd for a Sunday morning. Normally, her older sister Luna would be blasting music and making breakfast, but today it was just her and the faint sounds of their dad, Marcus, moving around outside.
The sliding glass door to the backyard was open, a soft breeze playing with the curtains. Holly peered through the screen, her eyes widening at the sight of her father laying out towels by the pool. He was already shirtless, his muscular frame glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. The sun reflected off his sunglasses, making it impossible to see his eyes, but she knew they were watching her. "Morning, Daddy," she called out, her voice cracking with the awkwardness that always accompanied their morning ritual.
Marcus looked up and flashed her a dazzling smile, the kind that could charm the birds out of the trees. "Holly," he said, his deep voice carrying the same authority it always did, even in the casual setting of their backyard. "Come over here and let me oil you up. You don't want to burn on the first nice day of the summer, do you?"
Her heart skipped a beat. The thought of her dad's strong, firm hands gliding over her bare skin made her stomach flutter with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She knew it was weird, but she couldn't help the way her body reacted to his touch. It was something she had grown used to over the years, something that felt both wrong and oh-so-right at the same time. "Okay," she replied, trying to sound nonchalant as she approached him.
Marcus patted the towel next to him, gesturing for her to sit down. "Take your shirt off," he said, his eyes flicking over her chest. Holly's cheeks burned as she tugged her t-shirt over her head, revealing her ample breasts spilling out of her lacy bra. She felt his gaze linger for a moment before he turned away to grab the bottle of coconut oil from the patio table.
"Panties too," he added, not looking at her this time. The command was casual, as if he were asking her to pass the salt at dinner. Holly's breath hitched in her throat, but she knew better than to argue. She slipped her panties down her legs, feeling the cool air kiss her now bare skin. She sat down, crossing her legs awkwardly, trying to hide her modesty.
With a gentle nudge, Marcus pried her legs apart and told her to lay down on her stomach. She did as she was told, feeling the warmth of the towel under her cheek as she looked out at the crystal-clear water of the pool. The smell of the oil was stronger now, mingling with the scent of freshly cut grass and chlorine. She felt his hand on her back, the warmth of his palm sending shivers down her spine. He squeezed a generous amount of oil onto her skin and began to rub it in, his movements firm and confident. His touch was surprisingly gentle, his fingers tracing the curves of her body with a practiced ease that spoke of years of experience.
As he worked his way up to her shoulders, she felt the tension in her muscles melt away. His hands were magic, working out every knot and kink with a masterful stroke. But when he reached her breasts, the gentle massage took on a new intensity. He cupped each one, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips. Holly's cheeks grew hotter, the line between innocent pampering and something more intimate blurring with every passing second. She couldn't believe this was happening, that her own father was touching her in such a way. It was wrong, she knew it was wrong, but it felt so incredibly good.
Marcus's hands slid down to her waist, pausing briefly before moving to the small of her back. He squeezed a dollop of oil onto her lower back, his fingers spreading it in wide, firm circles. Holly bit her lip, her body quivering with anticipation as she felt his touch move lower, his hands skimming over the top of her ass cheeks. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to ignore the heat that was building between her legs. This was just a back rub, she told herself, but deep down she knew it was more than that. It was a dance they had done many times before, a dance that always ended in the same forbidden place.
With a firm grip, Marcus began to knead her buttocks, his thumbs digging into the supple flesh as he spread her cheeks apart. The sensation was strange and thrilling, the cool oil mixing with the warmth of her skin. Holly felt exposed, vulnerable, but she couldn't deny the excitement that was pooling in her core. His fingers traced the line between her cheeks, pausing at the top before sliding down, down, down. He massaged the sensitive area, his touch lingering dangerously close to the entrance that was now slick with desire.
Her breathing grew shallow as his thumbs continued to explore, teasing the edges of her sex without quite touching. She bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning, her thoughts racing. Was this really happening? Was her dad about to...? No, she couldn't think about that. But the pressure was building, her body responding to his touch in a way that was undeniable. She felt a slickness between her legs that had nothing to do with the oil.
Marcus's hands moved away from her most intimate spot, instead tracing the curve of her hips. His fingers danced along her thighs, leaving trails of warmth in their wake. "You're so tense," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "Let me help you relax." His words sent a thrill through her, and she felt herself lean into his touch. He spread her legs wider, his palms sliding up the inside of her thighs.
His thumbs hovered over her tight, pink anus, and for a moment, she tensed, unsure of what to expect. But then, with a gentle pressure, he began to rub in small circles, the oil making it easy for his skin to glide over hers. Holly's eyes shot open in surprise, the sensation unlike anything she had ever felt before. It was strange, but not unpleasant. In fact, it was... nice. A warmth spread through her, a tingling that was both foreign and somehow familiar.
Marcus's touch grew bolder, his thumbs pressing more firmly against her backdoor. Holly's breath caught in her throat as she felt a sudden urge to push back into his touch. She tried to hold still, not wanting to give him the wrong idea, but her body had a mind of its own. Her cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm building deep within her.
"Does that feel good, baby?" Marcus asked, his voice thick with lust. "Do you like it when Daddy takes care of you?" Holly couldn't bring herself to answer. She was too lost in the sensation, too overwhelmed by the wrongness of it all. But she couldn't deny that his touch was sending waves of pleasure through her body. She nodded slightly, the only acknowledgment she could manage.
He took that as his cue, pressing his thumbs harder into her hips as he leaned closer. His breath was hot on her skin as he whispered, "I'm going to make you feel so good." And with that, he pressed the tip of his thumb into her anus, the sudden pressure making her gasp. It was a strange, full feeling, but not painful. Marcus was careful, taking his time as he pushed in deeper, his other hand moving to her pussy to rub her clit in time with the slow, steady prodding of his thumb.
Holly's body began to move of its own accord, rocking back and forth in rhythm with his touch. She couldn't believe what was happening, but she didn't want it to stop. The pleasure was too intense, too all-consuming. Her cheeks burned with a mix of shame and desire as she felt her orgasm build. It was wrong, so wrong, but she couldn't help it.
Marcus noticed her body's response and took it as an invitation. He moved his hands to her waist, his thumbs still playing with her clit as his other fingers gripped her hips firmly. Then, with a movement that was both gentle and commanding, he rested his 16-inch cock on her ass. It was hot and heavy, a stark contrast to the coolness of the oil. Holly could feel every inch of him, the veins pulsing against her skin. The weight of his arousal was a potent reminder of what was happening, and she felt a strange mix of fear and excitement.
"Do you want Daddy to make you feel good, babygirl?" Marcus asked, his voice a low rumble in her ear. Holly's breath hitched, and she nodded again, unable to form words. Her heart was racing, and she could feel her pussy growing wetter by the second. The tip of his cock nudged against her entrance, and she couldn't help but push back slightly, eager for more. He took the hint, pressing forward slowly, letting her body adjust to the new sensation.
"Good girl," he murmured, his breath hot on her neck. "Daddy's going to show you where babies come from." Holly's eyes widened in shock at his words, but the pleasure was too intense to protest. She felt the head of his cock breach her, stretching her in a way she had never experienced before. It was a strange, full feeling, but she was too far gone to care about the implications. All she knew was that she needed more.
Marcus pushed in deeper, his grip on her hips tightening as he began to move. His strokes were slow and deliberate, his cock sliding in and out of her with a smooth, easy rhythm that seemed to echo the gentle lapping of the pool water. "This is where babies come from, Holly," he whispered, his voice filled with a strange mix of tenderness and authority. "This is what mommies and daddies do."
Holly's eyes squeezed shut as she tried to process his words. She had always been a daddy's girl, but this was a revelation she never saw coming. Yet, as his cock filled her, she found it hard to argue with the pleasure that washed over her. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, a deep, primal satisfaction that seemed to resonate in every cell of her body. She could feel her pussy clench around him, her body begging for more, and she knew that she was lost to this forbidden dance.
Marcus leaned over her, his hand reaching around to cup her breast. His thumb flicked her nipple, sending another bolt of electricity through her. "Do you like Daddy's cock, baby?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly with lust. The question was a challenge, a demand for her to acknowledge what was happening between them. Holly swallowed hard, the words sticking in her throat. But she nodded, unable to lie. It did feel good. So good that she was scared of how much she liked it.
He pushed all the way inside of her, filling her completely. Holly felt a strange mix of fullness and pleasure, her body stretching to accommodate his massive size. Marcus's hand slid down to her pussy, his thumb finding her clit again. He began to rub in earnest, his cock moving in and out of her ass in a steady, almost hypnotic rhythm. "Yes," she finally managed to gasp out, her voice barely above a whisper. "I like it, Daddy."
Marcus chuckled, his grip on her hips tightening as he picked up the pace. "That's my girl," he murmured, his voice filled with pride. "You're doing so good for Daddy." Holly's breath came in ragged gasps as she felt the pressure building inside her. She had never felt so full, so alive. Every stroke brought her closer to the edge, her body trembling with the effort to hold on just a little longer.
"But do you know how to get pregnant, baby?" he asked, his voice a low growl. Holly's eyes flew open, her mind racing. Of course she knew the mechanics of it all, but to hear her father say it in such a... intimate context was jarring. She nodded, unsure of what he was trying to get at.
Marcus leaned closer, his breath tickling her ear. "Good," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Because I want you to understand that this is a special thing between us." He paused, his cock still moving inside her, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her body. "But it's also a way to make babies."
He withdrew almost completely before pushing back in, making her gasp. "Do you want Daddy's milk inside of you?" The question hung in the air, thick with meaning. Holly's mind raced, her thoughts tangled in a web of confusion and desire. She had never thought about it like that before, but the idea of carrying his child, of being filled with his seed, was oddly appealing. She nodded, her voice a breathy whisper. "Yes, Daddy."
Marcus took that as his cue, his hips moving faster now. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the quiet backyard, punctuated by Holly's soft whimpers. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming. She felt his thumb press harder against her clit, the friction sending her spiraling towards climax. "That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice tight with his own growing release. "Take Daddy's cock."
"Who's going to take it all?" he asked, his voice strained. Holly didn't have to think. She pushed back against him, her body begging for more. "I am," she moaned, the words barely coherent. "I'll take it all, Daddy."
With that, Marcus let go of all restraint. He began to thrust into her with a relentless, furious passion that took Holly's breath away. Each plunge sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, her orgasm building like a storm on the horizon. She could feel him swelling inside her, his cock pulsing with the promise of release. It was like nothing she had ever experienced, a dark, delicious secret that bound them together in a way she never thought possible.
The sound of their bodies colliding filled the quiet morning air, the only soundtrack to their illicit encounter. Holly's moans grew louder, her hips moving in sync with her father's, her body begging for more of the forbidden fruit he offered. His grip on her hips was bruising, but she didn't care. All she could focus on was the feeling of him inside her, the way he filled her so completely. It was as if she had been made for this, made to take her daddy's huge cock.
Marcus's breath grew ragged, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he approached his climax. He leaned over her, his chest pressing into her back, his hands reaching around to squeeze her breasts. The feeling of his hot, slick skin against hers was intoxicating, a potent mix of love and lust that she had never felt before. "Here it comes, baby," he groaned, his voice thick with need.
And then it happened. With a roar, he began to fill her with his seed, his hot, sticky sperm spurting into her in thick, powerful jets. Holly felt her pussy clench around his cock, her own orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She screamed into the towel, her body shaking with the intensity of it all. It was as if she could feel every drop of him filling her up, claiming her in the most primal way possible.
Marcus's hips bucked wildly as he emptied himself into her, his grip on her hips turning into a desperate clutch. He was grunting, his breath coming in ragged pants that matched the frantic pace of his thrusts. His cock pulsed inside her, releasing a warm flood that seemed to go on forever. It was a feeling that was both terrifying and exhilarating, a sensation that she knew would be burned into her memory for the rest of her life.
As the last of his orgasm subsided, Marcus leaned down and kissed the back of her neck, his breath hot and heavy against her skin. "You're so beautiful, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "So perfect." Holly lay there, panting, trying to process what had just happened. It was wrong, she knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of... belonging.
"Holly," he said, his voice a gentle caress against her ear. "Your sister Luna is waiting for her turn." He paused, his hand still resting on her hip. "Do you want to let her have Daddy's cock?" The question hung in the air, thick with the scent of sex and the promise of more to come.
Her heart racing, Holly pushed herself up onto her elbows and looked over her shoulder at him. His cock was still hard, glistening with their combined juices. She knew she should feel disgusted, but all she felt was a strange mix of excitement and longing. "Okay," she whispered, her voice shaky. "But just for a little bit."
Marcus nodded, a wolfish smile playing on his lips. He took the bottle of coconut oil and led her through the house, his footsteps silent on the cool tiles. They reached Luna's room, the door slightly ajar. The room was dim, the curtains drawn to keep out the early morning light. Holly's heart hammered in her chest as she stepped inside, her eyes adjusting to the gloom. There, sprawled out on her back, lay her sister, her legs open and her breathing deep and even. She was naked, her youthful curves on full display.
"Wake up, Luna," Marcus said, his voice a gentle rumble. "Your turn to get oiled up." Luna's eyes fluttered open, and she blinked sleepily up at them. Holly felt a strange sense of déjà vu as she watched her sister's expression shift from confusion to realization. "Holly," she murmured, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. "What are you doing here?"
Marcus chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down Holly's spine. "It's okay, baby," he said, patting Luna's thigh. "Your sister just had a taste of what Daddy's been dying to give you." He sat on the edge of the bed, his cock still standing tall and proud. Holly watched as Luna's eyes widened, taking in the sight of her father's erection. "You're not too tired for a little massage, are you?"
Luna looked at Holly, her expression a mix of confusion and trepidation. Holly offered her a small, reassuring smile, hoping it didn't look as forced as it felt. "It's okay," she whispered. "It feels really good." Marcus didn't wait for a response, instead leaning over to kiss Luna's forehead. "Let's get you nice and oiled up," he said, his voice a gentle coax.
With surprising tenderness, he began to massage Luna's shoulders, his strong hands working the tension from her muscles. Luna sighed, her eyes closing again. "Mm, that does feel nice," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. Marcus's movements grew bolder, his hands sliding down her arms and over her breasts. Holly watched as her sister's chest rose and fell with each shallow breath, the soft flesh of her breasts jiggling slightly with each touch.
Marcus's cock was still hard, bobbing slightly as he moved his hands down to Luna's waist. "You're so tense," he said, his voice a low purr. "Let Daddy help you relax." His fingers danced over her stomach, tracing the line of her navel before sliding down to the apex of her thighs. Luna's eyes snapped open, and she looked at him with a mix of confusion and alarm.
With a firm but gentle touch, Marcus pushed her legs apart, his gaze never leaving hers. Holly felt a twinge of something, a mix of jealousy and excitement, as she watched her sister's pussy glisten in the soft light. "Daddy?" Luna's voice was small, unsure. But Marcus just smiled, his eyes dark with desire.
He began to rub her thighs with the coconut oil, his palms gliding over her smooth, sun-kissed skin. His touch was firm but tender, as if he were handling the most delicate of treasures. Holly felt a strange kinship with her sister in that moment, a shared secret that only the two of them understood. She watched as the muscles in Luna's legs tensed and then relaxed under her father's skilled hands.
Marcus's eyes never left Luna's face as he moved closer to her center, his thumbs tracing the delicate line where her thighs met her pelvis. Holly could see the question in her sister's eyes, the unspoken plea for reassurance. Marcus leaned in, his breath hot against Luna's cheek as he whispered, "Trust me, baby. It's going to feel so good." His words were a gentle command, a promise that was both thrilling and terrifying.
Luna's eyes searched hers, looking for a hint of doubt, a sign that this wasn't what it seemed. But all she saw was a reflection of her own confusion and the faintest glimmer of excitement. Holly knew that look, had seen it in the mirror countless times during their secret sessions. It was the look of someone who didn't quite believe what was happening, but was too caught up in the sensation to care.
Marcus's oiled thumbs continued their descent, now playing with the soft, tender skin just above Luna's pussy. Holly watched as her sister's breath hitched, her body responding despite her mind's protests. "Daddy," Luna whispered, her voice thick with sleep. "What are you doing?" Marcus leaned in closer, his smile a mix of love and lust. "I'm just giving you what you need, baby girl."
The first touch of his thumb on her clit made Luna's body arch off the bed, her eyes flying open. "Oh!" she gasped, the shock of pleasure piercing through her haze of disbelief. Marcus chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Is that a good 'oh' or a bad 'oh'?" Luna's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she bit her bottom lip and nodded. "It's... it's good."
Her words seemed to inflame him further, his strokes becoming more deliberate as he coated her pussy in the slick oil. Luna's eyes drifted shut again, her mind a whirlwind of sensations. This couldn't be real, could it? Her dad, the man who had taught her to ride a bike, who had comforted her after her first heartbreak, who had tucked her in every night as a child, was now touching her in the most intimate way possible.
But the feeling of his thumb circling her clit was too real to ignore, too intense to dismiss as a figment of her imagination. She felt her body begin to respond, the tension in her muscles easing as she gave in to the sensations. It was wrong, she knew it was wrong, but she couldn't stop the moan that slipped from her lips.
Marcus took that as his cue, sliding his fingers lower to spread her pussy lips apart. Holly watched in awe as he slipped one, then two fingers inside her sister, his movements slow and measured. Luna's eyes fluttered open again, her gaze locking with Holly's. The look of shock and confusion had been replaced with something else, something darker and more primal.
"Luna," Holly whispered, her voice thick with lust. "It's okay. Just let it happen." Luna's only response was a soft whimper, her body already responding to their father's skilled touch. Marcus leaned in closer, his cock brushing against Luna's thigh as he whispered into Luna's ear. "You're going to take Daddy's cock now, baby. Just like your sister."
He helped Luna into a position she had never been in before, her legs spread wide, her ass in the air. The captain's chair, as they called it in their secret nudist games. It was a position that made her feel so open, so exposed, and yet, so deliciously vulnerable. Marcus coated his cock in the remaining oil, the sound of it slipping through his fingers making Holly's stomach clench with anticipation.
Luna's eyes were wide with a mix of fear and excitement as she watched him approach, his massive member swaying with each step. Holly couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride, knowing that she had been the one to show Luna the ropes. Marcus positioned himself behind Luna, his cock nudging against her wetness. "Ready, baby?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.
Luna nodded, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Marcus took a moment to line himself up, the tip of his cock pressing against her slick entrance. Holly felt her own arousal spike as she watched, her hand moving to her clit, unable to resist the urge to touch herself. She had never felt so alive, so in tune with her own desires and those of her family.
With one slow, steady push, Marcus entered Luna. She let out a guttural moan, her body tightening around him. The sight of her sister's face contorted with pleasure was almost too much for Holly to handle. She watched as Marcus's cock slid in and out of Luna, his movements sure and confident. It was like watching a dance, a dance that she had performed countless times before. But this time, she was the audience, and the performance was just for her.
Luna's eyes grew wide, her body unaccustomed to the sensation of being filled so completely. The disbelief in her gaze slowly morphed into something else, something darker and more alluring. It was the look of someone who had stumbled upon a secret that was both terrifying and irresistible. Holly felt her own pussy clench with envy, her hand moving faster over her clit as she watched her sister's initiation.
Marcus's hips began to rock back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of Luna with an ease that spoke of experience. Each thrust was met with a soft gasp from Luna, her body stretching to accommodate his size. Holly's eyes were glued to the sight of their union, the way his cock disappeared into her sister's tight little hole, only to reappear slick with Luna's juices. It was mesmerizing, a visual symphony of lust and love that she couldn't look away from.
"Oh my god," Luna murmured, her voice filled with a mix of shock and pleasure. "It's... it's..." She couldn't find the words, her thoughts scattered by the overwhelming sensations. "It's Daddy," Holly supplied, her own voice thick with arousal. "It's our daddy, fucking you."
Marcus's eyes met hers, a silent question in their depths. Holly nodded, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "It's okay, Daddy," she said, her voice a breathy whisper. "I want to watch." And with that, she moved aside, giving him full access to Luna's body.
Luna's eyes grew even wider as she felt him push deeper inside her, filling her completely. "Oh my god," she breathed, her voice filled with a mix of wonder and fear. "You're bare backing me, Daddy." It was a statement, not a question, but it held a hint of disbelief that was impossible to miss. Marcus's smile grew wider, his eyes dark with desire. "That's right, baby," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "This is what we do now."
Her body was a tapestry of sensations, each stroke of his cock against her inner walls sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She looked over her shoulder at him, her expression a mix of shock and arousal. "What if..." she began, but her words trailed off as he leaned down to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing her skin.
"Don't worry about it," he murmured against her ear, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "We're family. This is natural." His words were like a drug, a seductive whisper that coaxed her body into submission. Luna felt her muscles relax, her mind letting go of the last shreds of doubt. It was wrong, she knew it was wrong, but in that moment, she didn't care. All she could focus on was the feeling of him inside her, the way he filled her so completely.
Marcus's strokes grew longer, his cock sliding in and out of her with a rhythm that was as old as time itself. Luna's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth forming silent 'oh's as the pleasure grew. She had never felt so... owned. So claimed. It was a heady sensation, one that made her feel both powerful and powerless. "Daddy," she moaned, the word slipping from her lips with surprising ease. "It feels... it feels so good."
Her body was a maelstrom of sensation, each movement sending ripples of pleasure that seemed to echo through her very soul. She could feel herself getting wetter, her pussy clenching around him as if trying to hold him in place. And all the while, the words played on repeat in her mind: my daddy is fucking me raw. The taboo nature of it all only served to heighten the experience, making each touch feel more electric, each sensation more intense.
Marcus's grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more insistent. The bed rocked beneath them, a silent testament to their shared passion. Holly could see the tension in her sister's body, the way her muscles rippled with each movement. It was like watching a dance, a dance of love and lust that she had been a part of for months now. And yet, seeing it from the outside made it feel brand new, made her ache to be the one under him again.
He began to move faster, his cock plunging into Luna's pussy with a fervor that left no room for doubt. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a symphony of passion that seemed to resonate within the very walls. Holly's hand stilled on her own clit, her eyes locked on the sight of their father's cock disappearing into her sister. It was mesmerizing, a visual feast that made her mouth water and her pussy clench with need.
Luna's breasts bounced with each powerful thrust, the heavy globes jiggling in a way that made Holly's own nipples ache. She watched as the light played over the soft, pink tips, her mouth going dry as she imagined how they would feel in her own mouth. The sight was so erotic, so raw and primal, that she couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal. Her own hand slipped between her legs, her fingers finding her wetness as she began to masturbate in time with their father's movements.
Without thinking, she leaned in, her mouth closing over one of Luna's stiff nipples. The taste of salt and sweat mingled with the sweetness of her sister's skin, and she couldn't help but moan around the tender flesh. Luna's eyes snapped open, meeting hers in a moment of shared shock and excitement.
Marcus pushed further, his cock hitting Luna's cervix with each powerful thrust. Luna's moans grew louder, the intensity of the pleasure bordering on pain. Her nails dug into the bed, her body trembling with the effort to hold still. But with each hit, she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pressure building inside her like a volcano ready to erupt.
It was then that reality began to seep into her pleasure-hazed mind. Daddy wasn't wearing a condom. He was barebacking her, filling her with his cum, just like he had done with Holly. The realization was like a slap in the face, jolting her out of her sensual reverie. She tried to push the thought away, to focus on the incredible sensations, but it was like a persistent buzz in the back of her head.
"Daddy," she panted, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and fear. "Are you... are you going to pull out?" Marcus's thrusts grew even more intense, his teeth buried in her shoulder as he groaned in response. But he didn't pull out. Instead, he slammed into her even deeper, his balls slapping against her clit with each stroke. "No, baby," he murmured, his voice muffled against her skin. "I'm going to fill you up. Just like I do with your sister."
The revelation hit Luna like a ton of bricks, the reality of the situation crashing down on her. Her eyes widened, and she looked at Holly for help, but all she saw was the lust and desire reflected in her sister's gaze. Holly was biting her bottom lip, her hand moving rhythmically between her legs as she watched them. "It's okay," she whispered, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. "You'll love it."
Luna's mind raced as she felt Marcus's cock hit that special spot inside her again and again. She knew it was wrong, but her body didn't care. Her pussy clenched around him, eager for more. She tried to resist, to push him away, but her body betrayed her. Her legs were trembling, her hips bucking back to meet his thrusts, her moans growing louder with each passing moment.
Marcus watched her with a predatory gaze, his own pleasure building as he felt her tighten around him. He knew she was close, could feel it in the way her body was responding to him. With one final, powerful thrust, he pushed himself all the way in, his balls slapping against her ass. And then he was coming, pumping gallons of his fertile sperm into her unprotected womb. The sensation was like nothing Luna had ever felt before, a mix of pain and pleasure that had her seeing stars.
Her hand shot out, gripping the bedspread with a white-knuckled grip as her orgasm crashed over her. Marcus's cock was still pulsing inside her, the warmth of his seed filling her up in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. It was a moment of pure, unbridled ecstasy, a moment that she knew would change her forever.
Her eyes searched for Holly, finding her sister's gaze. In that instant, she saw the same mix of shock and pleasure mirrored there. And without thinking, she reached out, her hand finding its way to Holly's chubby ass. The touch was electric, a silent communication that spoke of shared secrets and mutual desire. Holly's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into it, her body moving with the same rhythm as their father's.
Luna's orgasm washed over her in waves, her pussy spasming around Marcus's cock. She could feel every pulse of his cum, every hot spurt filling her up. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before, a mix of pleasure and pain that seemed to consume her whole. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a scream that was half pleasure, half terror.
As the intensity of her climax began to wane, Marcus leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Good girl," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Now, I want you to get pregnant. You're going to be a good little breeding slut for your daddy, aren't you?" The words sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, despite the horror of what he was saying.
Without warning, he pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He reached for the oil, stroking himself as he watched her pussy contract and release. "I need to make sure you're nice and ready," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He began to rub the slick substance into her asshole, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles.
Luna's eyes widened with shock as she felt the intrusion, the cold oil a stark contrast to the heat of her body. But as he worked his fingers in and out, she found herself growing wetter, her body responding despite her mind's protests. The sensation was strange, uncomfortable at first, but as he added a second finger, she felt a flicker of pleasure.
"Daddy," she whispered, her voice trembling. "What are you doing?" Marcus just chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Just making sure you're nice and open for me," he said, his voice low and hungry. "You're going to take it all, baby girl. Every inch."
With that, he leaned down and took one of her plump nipples into his mouth, suckling on it with a fierce hunger that left her gasping for breath. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that seemed to light her entire body on fire. Luna had never felt anything like it before, the way his teeth grazed her sensitive flesh, sending shivers down her spine.
But it was when she felt Holly's mouth on the other nipple that she truly lost control. The two of them, her sister and her father, worshipping her body in a way that seemed so wrong, yet felt so incredibly right. She could feel her pussy clench around his cock, her body begging for more even as her mind screamed for her to stop.
With a final, gentle push, Marcus slid his cock out of her pussy and pressed the tip against her asshole. Luna tensed, her eyes squeezed shut as she braced for the pain she knew would come. But all she felt was a strange, full sensation as he began to push inside her. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, a mix of pressure and pleasure that had her panting with need.
Marcus's thrusts grew more urgent, his hips snapping against her ass as he claimed her most intimate space. Luna's eyes rolled back in her head, her body writhing beneath him as she tried to process the sensations. It was wrong, so wrong, but she couldn't deny the way it made her feel. Her pussy was slick with his cum, and she could feel it trickling down her thighs.