cant wait

 

Chapter Twelve - Work

"Daniel," one of my colleagues called me, "the deadline is in three weeks, are you done with the prototype?"

The prototype. We had been working on prosthetic limbs for the past two years. Why? The government had given us a large portion of what we call "spending money." This was strictly for the military. I've been so consumed by my daughters lately that I had not been able to concentrate. Every commercial on the television I see that are remotely sexy, I think of them.

"Daniel!"

I snapped back into reality.

"Yes," I answered my colleague, his brown-beard looking down on me, he took a deep breath and looked behind me.

"So you're working on the prototype?"

I immediately looked at my computer screen, the CAD drafts were on the background while on the foreground was an AIM conversation. It was stupid of me to not minimize it or rather, be more safe, and not do that shit at work. I did not answer, but he walked closer.

"Walter. Yes. I got it," I finally replied in haste. "I know it's in three weeks, I knew that. I am just tired okay?" I did not want him reading what I had been typing. Typing to who? My Sarah, my sweet angelic Sarah. "What are you up to?"

He eyed my computer as I closed AIM. Walter did not reply, instead, he just walked out of my office. My little cubicle, 12 by 12, it was my office. I uninstalled AIM. I did not want him to talk behind my back and have people be suspicious. I was being too risky. I grabbed my cell phone out of my pocket, this was prohibited but I did it knowingly anyway.

I went to search for Sarah, then texted her. You just got daddy in trouble at work, you're so bad.

Her reply was comical at best. Sorry daddy, I guess I need to be punished huh? When are you coming home?

I was an engineer, time is meaningless to me. I told her I didn't know; put the phone on silent once more and put it inside my pants pocket. Work was work, it was like anything else. It was bland, boring, and the house; now, I can have some ease of mind and have fun. It was my home, my daughters, it was amazing. Even though I was at work, I missed the touch of Melanie and Sarah already. I knew none of time.

It's passed 1:23AM in the morning, the prototype was almost complete but it's never good to finish work in time or else the boss will make you work on another project. I like to procrastinate and delay, it doesn't mean at all that I am lazy; but I get paid what I do. And what I do; I do it the best. No one thus far complained about my work, my work ethics, or my responsibilities. I was a very responsible man. And a very, very perverted dad. I went to the bathroom to urinate, with that I checked my cell phone. I received 13 unread text messages. They read as follows:

Sarah (11:58PM): I'm wet daddy.
Sarah (11:59PM): I can't control myself daddy.
Sarah (12:19AM): It feels so good, fuck me, fuck me.

The rest were picture messages. I opened them all, it was of Sarah fucking herself on top of the dining table. Fuck, what a bitch. She really wanted to get punished now. I felt horny but I was at work, how is a man going to stroke his cock at work? I let the thought escape me and went back to work.


I drove home, the car sat on the driveway; the light still on. I looked at the time: it was 3:48AM. I seriously do not know what time means while working. I turned off the light, the ignition, opened the door; stepped out, got my stuff from work, and walked into the house. It was quiet, surely both my daughters have been asleep by now. I checked their room, I was right, they were sleeping. I went in to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and peeked inside. A lot of food, sure, but it required cooking. Ever since my wife passed, it was either Melanie or Sarah that did the cooking.

Saddened, I got myself a cup of Ramen noodles.

Slurping away the remains of the noodles and its contents, I noticed Sarah walked to my room. I suppose she didn’t realize I was home, or did not see me come in. I threw away the emptied cup and walked in my room. This puzzled me, why was she going to my room? She laid there, laced panties and a tight tanktop. She was sleeping on my bed, wrapping her legs around my covers.

“Sarah?” I said.

No response, she was in a trance-like sleep. I said her names a couple of times and still, no response.

I got close to her, took off my work clothes and laid next to my daughter in boxers only. I kissed her shoulder and brushed her hair aside, “Sarah… honey…” I said. I slid my hand under her lacey panties and rubbed it not once, but twice. I snuck my hand back out, only to taste her sweetness. She wasn’t wet, but she was very warm. I slid my boxers down slowly, letting my already-throbbing cock rub against her lips. I stroke my cock closer to her clit, the head rubbing alongside her. I slid my hands up her shirt, massaging and caressing her beautiful young tits.

Sarah let out a quick “mhmm…” before collapsing back into sleep once more. I continued to rub her tits, and then took off her shirt and then her laced panties. I lowered my head, kissing on her tits first, and then briefly sucking on them. I continued to go further lower, caressing her bellybutton with my tongue, only to let my saliva trail down to her perfectly pink lips. I let out a quick slurp, sucking on her yummy lips, and then finally placing my warm wet tongue inside of her hole. She let out another quick moan, only to stretch; spreading her legs more for me.

With another stretch, my daughter woke up.

“Da…daddy? What—what are you—“

I muffled her mouth and said, “shut the fuck up, you need to be punished. Don’t even think of waking your sister up, get on your knees. Daddy needs a nice suck.”

I got up, standing in front of her; she looked at me, and with an innocent face she complied. Sarah got on her knee, both hands grabbing onto my thighs while my cock stuffed her mouth. I used her mouth as if it was another pussy, I stuffed her hard once in awhile. Sarah started salivating from her mouth while I rammed my cock down her throat. She couldn’t even respond to the dirty words I’ve been calling her.

Perverted, I am.

“Are you having fun? Hmm?”

I mocked her, all she did was suck on my cock with her beautiful mouth. Her lips caressed the tip of my member so wonderfully. She was becoming a pro at it. I moaned and groaned a bit, then grabbed her hair and pulled her head in further.

“I’m cuming.. cummingggg…”

Her mouth, dripping with my cum. Her lips, no longer soft but battered with my excessive force. Her face, no longer innocent.

“We’re not done, how about to make you cum?”

I told her to get on top of my throbbing thick cock. She obeyed, and the perverseness continued.

 

Very good after so long a time and picking up the story where you left off. That couldn't have been easy. I really enjoyed reading it.

 

God help me I love this story.

I'm so fucking wet just reading it. This lil girl is begging you to not stop.

 

Thanks. :]

 

hell yeah.. continue the story pllllsssssss..
it's fucking hot and makes me wet..
fuck me!!

 

Great Series, please keep going.

 

loved it

 

amazing stories man. You're truly an epic.

 

very interesting stories. my only suggestion is that when there is a "filler chapter" to put something like that in the title.

the work was all very good, even though it shows slightly that english isn't your first language. still, better than some people for whom english is a first language. lol

I feel a little inspired, maybe I'll write a few short stories of my own now.

 

more please

great, more please

 

mm

 

Sorry for the long updates guys and girls - been very busy, and hectic around here lately.

 

Great story, keep up the good work!

 

Part 1, 2, & 3, FUCKING EPIC!! love it, BRAVO!!!

 

haha i bet your daughters are keeping you very busy haha

 

Great Story

Well written, made me horny reading it. Love the incest. My gig is 21. I would feel more comfortable if anyone i had sex was was 21 and over. Although legal age is different in different states 17 in some 18 in others. The way you described your actions. Must have a great memory. The best part, how each of the characters acted as they were high on alcohol and they were horny. Sounds like a true story.
I am going to read every tread you posted.

 

I think it's funny how many people thinks this real and great story

 

Nice story so far but I thought your daughter's name was Melanie....lol

 

great