Analee's Delusion

Analee suddenly wakes. It's dark and she stares into the night.

She can't breathe, move or think, but knows his smell, his callous demanding violent hand clamping her mouth, blocking her nostrils, thick fingers between her lips, across her teeth, entering to claim her tongue. She tastes him. Sweat, tobacco, whisky.

"No...Papa." Struggling, pleading.

"Quiet...don't wake Lily."

She feels him glance at the sleeping figure beside her. It is the only bed she and Lily have ever known. Lily is five years younger and Analee has always protected her from him and sin, all the more since Lily turned eighteen.

Fingers push in, forcing open Analee's jaw, jam between her teeth, hook her cheek, yank back savagely. He pulls the pillow from under her head and tucks it below her hips and pubes. It's his favourite position, doggy, his weight on her, his paunch on the small of her back. She's finally helpless, his cock pressed against her arse.

"I'm on the rag." Her claimed tongue slurs wetly.

"I'll use the back door."

She groans, anticipating pain and pleasure.

"Or I can use Lily. Time she earned her keep. Want to watch?" A chuckle, hard and dry.

"No...don't," she pleads, horror belying jealousy. He's used her for five years, ever since her eighteenth birthday, and she's addicted to the privilege, her treasury of pain and joy. She now belongs to him, and fears Lily's fucking.

Lily, silently awake, wishing and dreading, hears and extends a single small finger beneath the covers to her protector's clenched fist. Surreptitiously they hook fingers as Papa's finger hooks deeper inside Analee's cheek, pulling her to him for use. He demands the girls sleep naked, and every night Lily lies beside their fucking, feeling her cunt's warm honeyed itch. She wants him too, but her sister guards.

His belly shifts, he pushes down his shorts, frees his cock, and settles the shaft between Analee's rump cheeks. They're lifted in welcome, warm and moist. Her fear and loathing is friend to her lust. Hatred is her rutting spice.

He reaches across Lily's quiet listening naked form and retrieves the tube of lubricant she hides in her bedside table. Lily's heart sinks--or does it lift?--knowing he knows her secrets, her innermost thoughts.

"He's in my mind. Why must I wait for him to be in me?"

Beneath the covers her finger twitches in Analee's hand, telegraphing her rutting need.

"Sister's should share. No fair hogging him to yourself!"

His practiced hand pops the cap, triggering Analee's arse pucker. Her anal ring contracts, then pinches tightly closed as the cold hard squish of a calloused finger inserts a dollop of lube, probes, coats, cools and oils her arse-hole. Under his attention it finally loosens and gapes as two then three fingers intrude and work vigorously in and out.

She is being prepared. Full of knuckles, fingers, fear, loathing, lust. Readied to receive the privilege and treasury due the first to come of age for service and for servicing.

He rises, descends, one hand pulling her fish-hooked cheek, the other positioning his cock in her arse entrance. His hips hump down. He embeds himself to the root in a single practiced swoop.

Lily's finger feels Analee buck, then rear to take the massive shaft, ever new, ever intrusive, ever the first time. It's Analee's secret treasury and Lily's secret envy.

He is into her, fucking her, mindless, lost, rutting, mating his daughter, she fucking back, the bed squeaking, rocking and banging the wall. Lily pretends to sleep and through the wall their mother stirs, rocking to guard her first-born, then turning to her own pleasure and pain.

Soon his panting gasps come faster, louder, then falter, pause and stop, his cock perfectly positioned in her colon. She feels it swell and pulse, and her arse, presented for it's nightly semen filling, receives its due.

She always needs persuading, but only until he's up her, has her measure, and she's in mindless rut. Then her clamping muscles milk his cock for her daily semen injection, and belie her fear and loathing.

Papa knows she's not protecting Lily, Mama or herself. She's just deluding herself. Pretending. Merely keeping the pleasure he visits on her each night all to herself. He withdraws and her fingers quickly replace his cock, gratefully exploring her sticky gaping arse-hole.

"I hate you," she whines.

Then she and Papa kiss wetly and beside her Lily reaches for the lube, spreads her legs, and quietly begins to jill.