I felt his hand push mine aside and daddy began to play with my clit himself.My hands free, I put them both around his dick as I sucked it, tasting th...e cum on it, feeling the spongy mushroom-shaped head. Daddy’s fingers rubbed my clit for half a minute before he stopped to put a finger inside my cunt.This felt somewhat interesting, but nothing like his fingers on my clit, it was like comparing a peck on the cheek to French kissing. I thought about saying something, but didn’t, too embarrassed. " Obediently I went to him, knelt and removed his socks. My nose wrinkled in distaste at the smell which only brought on an evil grin from him."What's the matter, slut? Don't like the smell of the man who owns your ass?" I didn't dare look up at him. I wasn't about to correct him, tell him that he was co-owner of this slut. I shrugged as I began work on his feet. "Did you make your phone calls, slut?" I was wishing he'd stop calling me that, but I don't know why I felt that way.I nodded. It'd. It went in and hit on my hymen and broke it. I shouted in pain and tear started to roll out from my eyes. My dad stopped and kissed my tears. He said” I told u it will pain”. I told him “I can do anything for you dad to become your wife. Don’t stop fuck me and make me your woman”. He kissed me again on my eyes and then smooched me. He started fucking me again and simultaneously start pressing my big boobs.I again started moaning loudly and was begging him to fuck me hard. He was continuously. It seemed to me that shehad become too quiet, staring off into space, orat me, and not saying a word. I couldn’t imaginewhy. She had always been so talkative. I shouldhave been thankful for the silence, but it wasobvious to me that something was bothering her.And, I truly cared about my sister, even though,at times, she could be a real pain in the ass."What’s the matter," I asked one Saturday when wewere alone.She shook her head. "Nothing," she said. I cleared my throat..