She gifted me another pretty moan from her pretty fucking mouth as I fucked her harder.
Her cunt soaked me. I returned to rubbing, and she got wetter and wetter each time my hand moved. Her pussy lips sucked my cock, thirsty for something to swallow.
And I fucking lost it.
I lost all sense of control, not that I had any to begin with.
She wiggled beneath me, creating more friction, disgusted by the fact, her body, like everyone else, had betrayed her.
I fucked her like the toy she was—a sex doll, gifted for my pleasure.
I rutted inside her, struggling to get my breaths past the swelling in my throat, trying in vain to get as deep as possible as I blew inside her tight cunt.
Her body shuddered. Her pussy clamping around me.
The silly slut didn’t have the sense to lower her ass as I disconnected. It was still in the air, much higher than her head, which dipped to the floor. Her sadness weighed her down, and she soaked the carpet with her sobbing.
“Please, go back to your room.” This plea was faint, muffled by heartache.
I was happy to. I was done with her. For now.
Until I looked down, seeing my creamy liquid leaking out of her wet slit.
My fingers moved to her cunt, pushing in as much of my cum as I could as I forcefully fucked her with two digits.
She writhed, trying again to get away. And this time, I let her, having no further use for her.
A light rustle loitered in the corner. Beans shuffled to safety beneath their cotton shield, now that they were no longer being crushed by my father’s wide load.
The floorboards shuddered as his monster-sized feet carried his monster-sized body closer. His shadow loomed over Jolie—who stopped dead, naked and terrified—and me. He examined my efforts, moving only when he deemed them pleasing.
“Well done. I’m proud of you.” He placed the phone that was no longer recording into his pocket and said, “Get that bitch cleaned up. Your mother should be home in a day or so, and you know how she doesn’t like a mess. If you want to keep your toy, get familiar with the rules.”
He hocked up phlegm, scraping his throat as he did so. His spit patted into Jolie’s hair, locking and mixing with her sweat and tears.
She kept her sobs quiet, praying for him to leave quickly, and for me to leave with him.
I felt a weird fucking feeling as he slipped from the room. I felt sick. My tiny muscles—every one of them—twitched beneath my skin, a cloud of confusion surrounding me.
I blinked once, twice, three times, each closure slower and harder than the last.
And then everything turned black.
Woody
I had no idea where I was. What had happened. Why I was naked in my sister’s room.
My hands clamped over my crotch, the stickiness lingering there puzzling me. My eyes darted from side to side as I searched the room for Nessie. “Ness?”my voice, lower and more child-like, questioned.
I spun to the bunk, and I let out a breath, relieved to hear the light snore she always did in her deeper sleeps.
Whatever my reason for being in here was, she hadn’t seen it, luckily.
My eyes fixed ahead; the door was open. A light from the hallway was switched on by someone walking away. The dense footsteps told me it was my daddy.
A snivel from someone hiding in the shadows called me back to my surroundings.
I twirled around, finding Jolie hiding behind the door, clutching a pair of satin shorts in one hand—a pair that had once caused an argument between my mother and father because he had originally bought them for her—a gift last Christmas, one that was two sizes too big for her boney frame.
