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Billy Gets a Treat

Written by Centaur

I woke up from my afternoon nap feeling a little disorientated, that happened sometimes when I lay down for thirty minutes when I get home from work, but I needed a short rest before my daughter Allison came from school. Allison at fifteen was a beautiful girl. About two years ago she started growing tits and getting some hair on her cunt. I knew that because I had been training her for the past two years, training her to understand her proper role as her father's slut. My wife had left us when Allison was eight and her brother Billy was four. Just left one morning with all her things telling us that she was tired of the whole scene, bored out of her mind and was going some place else, she didn't know where, but not where any of us would ever see or hear from her again. Then she got in her car and drove off. Bitch.

Allison had a bit of the same independent streak in her, which is why I had been working so hard to make her understand that her main goal in life was to keep me sexually satisfied, no matter what that took. To be my slut. About the time she turned thirteen I figured that I had better get started with training her, her body was definitely ready - I confirmed that the first day I went into her room, locked the door behind me, and stripped her nightclothes off of her. It was her attitude that needed work. She resisted me stripping her, hitting out at me and shrieking until I finally had to hold her down and tie her hands behind her and shove her panties in her mouth to muffle the screams. When I finally had her naked on the floor, screaming through her panties at me to let her up, I decided that I might as well start her training in earnest so I quickly fucked her twice - the second time up the ass, taking both her cherries and reducing her to a sobbing mass of trembling flesh. I figured she was now ready to hear the rules and expectations of what I would be demanding of her from now on. I spent the rest of the day instructing her - and fucking her or making her suck me whenever my prick got hard.

As I said it has taken the full two years to get her to the point where she doesn't resist my demands- she occasionally acts up when we explore a new level in our sexual "relationship", but the infractions have become much fewer over the last six months and she seems resigned to the role of slut into which I have forced her. The main point of my training was to get her to the place where she did what I told her to do, when I told her to do it - without question, without hesitation. A month ago, while we were shopping at the mall I suddenly took her out to our car in the parking lot and had her get in the front seat, take off her sweater, kneel on the floor and suck me off in broad daylight while I played with her tits. All the time with kids running up and down all over the parking lot and shoppers were returning to their cars. After I finally came I wiped my prick clean on her long blond hair and I made her finish our shopping that way. She had also finally accepted the way I insisted she dress for school, tight tops with no bra and short skirts with thong-type panties, stockings and heels. I wanted her to have the boys treating her like a slut as well, of course I knew that she would never do anything with them - voluntary sex was the last thing she was likely to be interested in after what I was doing to her every afternoon.

Her brother Billy was on the receiving end of a lot of her displaced anger. No matter what he did she was always critical of him - patronizing him and calling him a dweeb and other less flattering names. Usually he just ignored her, but for the last year, right after he turned eleven, he seemed to notice how sexy his big sister was and he followed her around like a dog in heat - which of course, just made Allison angrier. He took every opportunity to get a glimpse of her tits or up her skirt which just inflamed her given her opinion of men. She reacted to him with scorn and ridicule. I knew I was going to have to do something about this situation, it was inappropriate behavior for a slut towards any male, but I just hadn't had the time to attend to it.

As I headed for the stairway to go down to my den and wait for Allison to come home and service me I heard a noise coming from Billy's room. It was very unusual for him to be home, he almost always hung around with his friends until time for the evening meal. That was, of course, fine with me since the two hours right after Allison got home from school were our "special time" and I didn't want anything to interfere with her training. I walked softly up to his door and looked through narrow opening where it hadn't completely shut. I was amazed, there was my young son laying on his bed, completely naked his respectably-sized hard prick in his hand. He was jacking-off while looking at an Victoria Secret catalog propped up on a pillow next to him on the bed. I was surprised to see that he had a pair of Allison's panties in his other hand, and he would bring the lacy black panties to his face and sniff them every few seconds. I hadn't realized he was that hung up on his sister - I guess I had known that he was sexually maturing, but I had been ignoring it. I was spending so much time training Allison. I backed quietly away from the door, a faint smile on my face remembering many similar times as a young boy - although I never had anything like a Victoria Secret catalog to use and no slut sister who could be a source of panties for my sexual amusement.
Walking down the hall I heard the front door closing softly - my slut-in-training was home. I looked over the railing from the upstairs landing and saw her quietly put her books on the table by the door and move into the living room. She obviously hoped that by being quiet I would stay asleep and she might delay her afternoon sex session a little longer. Not a chance bitch, I thought as I felt my prick start to harden in my pants.......(cont)

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