She had explained it was her way of asking forgiveness for our father’s tardiness in paying the rent and the landlord seemed quite satisfied with th...e secret arrangement.I never entered my sister’s feminine folds in that special way, but she would often encourage me to take her deeply seated brown eye with all its inherent tightness telling me it was not the same thing as real sex and not really sinful at all. I firmly believe that my addiction to anal sex sprung from her instigation because I. ..Daddy's cock.Oh god I've waited almost a month since the hotel, dreaming of it,needing it, I remember everything Daddy everything.....I wrapped my soft hand around it's thickness and pulled it out, staringat it, stroking it slowly now."Get on your knees facing me. And talk like the stupid fucking whore youare," he said sternly, knowing exactly how to command and make me almostexplode with lust.I whirred my passenger seat as far back as I could and undid the seatbelt, sliding into the. Much, much smaller than Ann's fist, that's for sure, even if her hands were slender, delicate ones. How on earth it would fit inside my vagina was beyond me. But whether her fist fitted inside my vagina or not wasn't really the point, or was it? How it would feel until and once it was inside, that was what rather freaked me out.At first I had thought she was joking, but one look into her eyes when she had said "you my sweet are going to be my puppet, my glove puppet," had been enough to tell me. But when it was late, and that meant thatwhatever mortician fixed it up for school had not had a good night. And today it was the latest yet, so late they started to think it wasn'tcoming at all when they heard the by now familiar clumping sound it madewhen it walked. Everyone shuddered as it made its way to the desk theyhad provided for it. On good days, all but the most sensitive kids coulddeal with it now. They had figured out the dead kid wasn't interested in eating theirbrains or anything.