Dad straightens me up 2

After Dad helped me appreciate men, life takes a wild turn.

The days settled into a rhythm I never could have predicted. Jenni and I kept up our usual routine—rubbing pussies in her basement after school, trading whispered kisses, grinding against each other until we both came. She never suspected anything. Why would she? I played my part perfectly, moaning for her fingers, gasping when she licked my clit. But my orgasms felt different now—shallower, almost rehearsed. Because at night, Dad was teaching me what real pleasure meant.

Jenni got a new boyfriend within two weeks. Some senior named Kyle with broad shoulders and a lazy smile. She was thrilled, texting me about his car, his tongue piercing, the way he made her feel. I smiled and nodded and congratulated her, while my pussy throbbed from the memory of Dad's cock filling me the night before. I felt no jealousy. How could I? I had something she didn't even know she was missing.

Every night, my door stayed open. Dad would slip in around midnight, silent as a shadow, and close the door behind him. He'd crawl into my bed, peel off my thin nightie, and spend hours fucking me in ways that made me forget my own name—slow and deep, fast and hard, on my stomach, on my back, with my legs over his shoulders. He never once asked permission. He just took what he wanted, and I gave it eagerly. I came so many times I lost count. He’d pull out and paint my belly with his cum, then kiss my forehead and whisper, "Goodnight, baby girl."

Life went on. School. Homework. Rubbing with Jenni. Dad at night.

Until my brother found out.

It was a Thursday. I'd left my door cracked because Dad had texted he'd be late, and I'd fallen asleep waiting. My brother, eighteen, home from a late shift at the grocery store, must have seen the light in my room. He pushed the door open to check on me, I guess. Instead, he saw me sprawled naked on my bed, legs spread, cum drying on my thighs from Dad's visit two hours earlier.

He froze. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. Then he almost screamed—a choked, guttural shout that tore through the silent house.

"What the fuck, Nikki?!"

I jolted awake, heart hammering. He was standing there, eyes wide, pointing at my body. I scrambled for the blanket, but he grabbed it first, yanking it away.

"Who's cum is that?! Is that Dad's?! Are you—"

Dad burst into the room, still in his boxers. He must have been in the hallway, checking on the noise. He clamped his hand over my brother's mouth so fast my brother stumbled backward against the wall.

His voice was low, dangerous. "Calm down. You'll wake the whole neighborhood."

My brother's eyes were wild. Dad held him there, breathing hard, his face inches away. Then he spoke softly, slowly, like he was explaining something simple.

"Don't make a scene, son. You can have a taste. In exchange for your silence."

My brother's struggles stopped. His eyes shifted from Dad to me, still naked on the bed, cum-stained, cunt wet again just from watching them argue. He swallowed.

Dad released his mouth. "You understand?"

My brother nodded, his gaze heavy, fixed on my pussy. Dad stepped back and gestured to the bed.

My brother's hands were shaking as he unzipped his jeans. He was hard already, his cock springing out—a little shorter than Dad's, but thick. He climbed onto the bed, his knees pressing into the mattress, and I spread my legs for him because what else could I do? I wanted it. I wanted him.

He pushed inside me without a word. It was different—his rhythm was faster, less controlled, more like a boy than a man. But it felt good. His pubic bone ground against my clit with every thrust, and I moaned, my hands gripping his shoulders. Dad watched from the chair, stroking himself slowly.

But Dad never could just watch.

After a couple minutes, he stood and walked over. "Make room," he said, and my brother shifted to the edge of the bed. Dad climbed on behind him and positioned himself at my ass.

I gasped. "Daddy, what—"

"Trust me, baby. It'll feel better than anything."

He pushed his cock against my other hole, and I tensed. But I was so wet, so slick from my brother's fucking, that the head slid in with a pop. Pain flared, then melted into a full, stretched pressure. Both of them were inside me now—two cocks splitting me open, one in my pussy, one in my ass. Dad started thrusting in rhythm with my brother, and the feeling was overwhelming. Every inch of me was filled. Every nerve on fire.

I came almost immediately, a gushing, convulsing orgasm that surprised even me. Warm liquid sprayed out of me, soaking the bedsheets beneath us. My whole body bucked. I felt a wet patch spread under my hips.

"Fuck, she's squirting," my brother gasped, slowing down.

"Don't stop," Dad ordered, and they both kept going, slamming into me from both sides. I squirted again, a second wave, my pussy clenching around my brother's cock while Dad's shaft rubbed against the thin wall between us.

"Thought you were a lesbian," my brother panted, his voice strained.

"Just fuck me," I groaned, "and stop asking."

They fucked me harder, faster. I lost track of time. I came again, maybe a fourth or fifth time, my entire body shuddering. Then my brother went rigid, his hips stuttering. "I'm gonna—"

"Do it inside her," Dad commanded.

My brother groaned and buried himself deep. Warm spurts flooded my pussy, thick and pulsing. A few seconds later, Dad grunted and emptied himself into my ass, his cock twitching with each release. Both of them filled me completely, their cum mixing inside my body.

When they pulled out, I felt empty. Hollow. Dripping. Dad grabbed tissues and cleaned me roughly, while my brother pulled his jeans back up without meeting my eyes. But Dad kissed my forehead and whispered, "You did so good, baby."

He turned to my brother. "Same deal. Not a word. And you can come back."

My brother nodded once he left, I curled up on the wet sheets, my pussy sore and satisfied, my ass still aching from the stretch. I fell asleep almost instantly, dreaming of nothing but space and bliss, drifting on a current of warmth that held me tight until morning.

The next morning, I didn't go to school. My body ached in ways that felt like a secret I wanted to keep forever. The sheets still smelled like three people's cum, and I lay there tangled in them, not caring about anything. Dad called in sick to work. My brother texted his boss and said he had food poisoning. Mum left at seven, kissing my forehead and telling me to rest.

We all knew why we were staying home.

Jenni texted around ten: Hey, you weren't in first period. You okay? I replied: Sick, stay home. She didn't buy it. Jenni never bought anything. Twenty minutes later, I heard the front door open—she had a key, always had, since we were kids. Her footsteps padded up the stairs.

"Nikki?" She pushed open my door without knocking.

I was lying in bed, still naked under a thin sheet. My pussy was sore, my ass still tender, but the sight of her made me wet. She was wearing a loose t-shirt and shorts, her hair in a messy ponytail. She looked worried.

"You look terrible," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Thanks."

She leaned in, and before I could say anything, she pulled the sheet down to my waist. Her eyes flicked to my nipples, then lower. She didn't ask. She just slid her hand under the sheet and found my pussy already slick.

"God, you're wet," she whispered, and then she dipped her head under the sheet.

I felt her mouth on me immediately. She went straight for my clit, sucking and licking like she always did, like she owned it. I gasped and arched my back, letting her work. But she stopped after a minute, pulling back with a confused look.

"What's that?" She touched the corner of my thigh. There was a smear of dried cum I'd missed when cleaning up last night.

I froze.

"Nikki." Her voice was flat. "That's cum. And it's not yours."

I sat up, pulling the sheet around me. My heart hammered. "Jenni, I need to tell you something."

She stared at me, waiting. I took a breath and spilled everything—Dad, my brother, the deal, the two cocks inside me, the squirting, the whole filthy story. Her eyes went wide, then narrow, then wide again. She didn't interrupt. When I finished, she was silent for a long moment.

Then she pushed the sheet off me completely.

"That's so fucking hot," she said, and she dove back between my legs.

This time she licked deeper, harder, like she was trying to taste every trace of them inside me. I moaned and let her, my hands fisting in her hair. She sucked up into, and I just let her drown in me. She was so into it

Dad must have heard. The door creaked open. He stood there in his boxers, already half-hard. Jenni didn't notice at first, but when she came up for air, she saw him.

"Um," she said.

Dad stepped forward, his cock fully hard now. "You must be Jenni." His voice was calm, commanding. "Nikki's told me about you."

Jenni's cheeks flushed, but she didn't pull away. Dad walked to the bed, and I watched as he knelt behind her. He put a hand on her chin, tilting her face up. "Open your mouth."

She did. He leaned in and kissed her, tongue sliding in. She moaned against him and Dad's hand slid down her chest, unbutton her shirt. He wrapped his lips around her nipple, sucking hard. She arched and moaned as he pushed her shirt off and tossed it aside.

He knelt down and buried his face between her legs. Jenni gasped, her hips bucking. She had never had an older man before, never someone who knew exactly how to eat a pussy. He licked her clit, explored her folds, sucked her lips, made her squirm and cry out in two minutes. She came with a shout, her body shaking.

But Dad wasn't done. He stood, positioned himself, and pushed inside her without warning. Jenni's eyes flew open. "Fuck!"

He fucked her standing, her back against the wall, lifting her legs around his waist. It was rougher than he'd ever been with me. He was fucking her against the wall, then he bent her over my dresser, fucking her from behind, and tilted her up, straightened her body, and drove into her again and again. He was straightening her up, and I felt a twist of jealousy watching him plow into her so effortlessly.

"Dad," I said. He didn't stop.

My brother was standing in the doorway now, watching. He came over and sat beside me on the bed. I let the feeling of jealousy last a few seconds, but then his hand found my thigh. I looked at him, and he kissed me—a real kiss, lips, tongue. I forgot the jealousy. He pushed me back onto the bed and crawled on top of me.

We fucked while Dad fucked Jenni. The room filled with sounds—wet skin, moans, my brother's grunts, Jenni's high-pitched cries. I watched them between gasps. Dad had her on her knees on the floor now, her face pressed into the carpet. He was pounding her hard, his balls slapping against her.

"Fuck yes, Daddy," she gasped, and the word Daddy coming from her mouth made my pussy clench.

My brother saw my expression. "Jealous?" he whispered.

"No, just..."

He smirked and thrust deeper. I forgot about them for a moment.

We changed partners. After my brother came inside me, Dad pulled Jenni up and gestured for my brother to take his place. My brother slid into her from behind while Dad came to me, his cock still wet with Jenni's juices. He fucked me slow and deep, looking into my eyes.

"You're still my favorite," he whispered, and that eased the jealousy.

The day blurred. We switched and switched. Sometimes Dad with me while my brother fucked Jenni. Sometimes my brother with me while Dad did Jenni. We fucked on the bed, on the floor, against the wall, over the desk. The sheets got drenched, and we moved to the guest room, then to my brother's room.

By evening, Jenni was a mess. Her hair was tangled, her legs trembling, cum dripping down her thighs—from both of them. I'd lost count of how many loads they'd emptied into her. She was smiling, though, a dazed, satisfied smile.

"I need to go home," she said, pulling on her shirt. "My mom will wonder."

Dad handed her his shirt to wipe off. "Come back soon," he said. "We'll have a sleepover."

She grinned. "Can't wait."

She left, full of cum, walking a little bow-legged. I watched her go, then turned to Dad and my brother, both naked, both still half-hard.

"Sleepover?" I said.

Dad pulled me into his arms. "We need to plan. Your mom works late. Jenni's parents would think she's staying here. We'll have all night."

My brother grinned. "I'll buy snacks."

I laughed, and we collapsed onto the bed, three bodies tangled together, already planning what we'd do to Jenni when she came back.