Sylvia's affection for dad develops through unfortunate events—mother dies when she’s two; father, a war correspondent, is off to foreign lands, and she is raised by grandparents. Saving daddy's clippings throughout her childhood, Sylvia’s adoration heightens when he returns home for good. Her lust ever growing, her attraction for daddy ever increasing, Sylvia progresses down an incestuous path. More
Sylvia's affection for dad develops through unfortunate events—mother dies when she’s two; father, a war correspondent, is off to foreign lands, and she is raised by grandparents. Saving daddy's clippings throughout her childhood, Sylvia’s adoration heightens when he returns home for good. Her lust ever growing, her attraction for daddy ever increasing, Sylvia progresses down an incestuous path.
The chance came. Sylvia was in the kitchen making coffee, and Rita Sue and Tom were alone in the living room watching a rerun. “I've missed you,” Rita Sue said. “I've missed all of you.”
He smiled, patting his knee. She went to him, sat down, her arms around his neck. He smelled very nice this evening—a virile cologne mixed with the lingering aroma of Captain Black tobacco from his pipe—and Rita Sue enjoyed nuzzling his skin. About the time his hand closed upon her breast, unfettered beneath the clingy halter shirt she wore, she whispered in his ear, “I want to fuck you again. And I think you owe me one, since I did fix up Sylvia yesterday. She had a good time, she met some new people, and that's what you wanted. Soooo...”
Rita Sue didn't feel it necessary to mention the details of Sylvia's date, and certainly that would spoil the effect she was constructing. Tom's hand squeezed on her breast making her nipple pop up big and hot. She touched the front of his trousers to trace the outline of his recumbent cock. It was soft now, but when her mouth started working, when she teased his knob with the stiff points of her nipples and let him taste the honey dripping from her pussy, she knew it would get hard.
“Tell you what,” she said. “As soon as Sylvia goes off to dreamland, I'll just hop and skip down the hall and, before you know which end of you is up, this end of you will be up, bigger than life and twice as tasty. Say about one o clock?”
He nibbled on her lower lip while she purred with delight.
“All right,” he said. “I owe you for being nice to Sylvia.”
If anything, Sylvia's attitude was even worse after the two girls went up to bed. The young redhead seemed incredibly surly, uncommunicative, and Rita Sue asked if she were angered by anything. Sylvia only shook her head, not even deigning a verbal reply. Rita Sue shrugged, stripped, and went in to take a bath. She wanted to be fresh and bright and clean for Tom.
Alone in her bedroom, Sylvia smote her knee with a fist. That rotten tramp! She'd heard them, making plans when they thought she couldn't hear. That was the only reason Rita Sue had come to spend the night, so she could get into Daddy's arms again. Oh, she could see it now, the two of them, rolling on the bed, sweating, moaning, their bodies joined in sex. Sex! What was the big deal about it, anyway? Sylvia had drowned herself in it yesterday but it meant nothing to her. Nothing at all. She could scarcely remember what either of those boys looked like, now. They were just bodies, and she'd used them to please herself the way Rita Sue had showed her. She should be satiated by that afternoon of fucking, but she wasn't. A canker gnawed her from the inside out. And to think that in another two hours Rita Sue and-and... She didn't even want to think about it, but she found herself unable to think of anything else.
Sylvia eyed the small vial she had taken from Daddy's nightstand while he was still downstairs. His sleeping pills. Sometimes, when he worked late and his system was supercharged from writing, he needed a pill to get to sleep. If they worked on a tense man...
“Here,” she told Rita Sue when the blonde girl returned all scrubbed and glowing from the bath. “A glass of milk, I always have one before I go to bed, and I thought you might want one, too.”
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