Andie's Daddy
coffee © 2003

Jonathan wasn’t quite sure why he had chosen to go to the library that particular day, only that it was better than going home to an empty house. He was searching the stacks for a computer manual and didn’t notice Andie sitting in the isle until he had actually stumbled over her tiny foot.
“Oh! I’m sorry!” she exclaimed, her brown eyes sparkling mischievously. Jonathan smiled down at her. He estimated she was about 20 years his junior yet he was intrigued by her soulful, expressive eyes. She knelt before him briefly while gathering her books, a lock of curly hair falling across her face and Jonathan suddenly felt a strange surge of affection for her. When she stood up he noticed how petite she was, almost a full foot shorter than he was.
“I’m really sorry Sir,” she apologized again. Jonathan found her voice to be adorably childlike.
“Not a problem,” he replied, “Guess I wasn’t really paying attention.”
They smiled at each other for a moment and Andie admired his attractive suit and tie. She always felt flustered around handsome, successful men and immediately assumed Jonathan was way out of her league. She lowered her head and started walking away.
“I majored in computer science,” Jonathan said casually.
Andie stopped and turned back towards him. He pointed to the books she was holding. “I could probably help you with those… if you need any help.” He smiled at her, and for a brief moment Andie considered his offer. “I do need help,” she admitted with a sigh.
They spent the next three hours talking about everything from computers, education and career goals to their personal lives, loneliness and families. Andie admitted that she had gone to the library to study for a exam that she didn’t really have much hope of passing because the majority of her free time was spent working instead of studying. After the death of her mother she had moved away to start a new life but unfortunately it was proving to be more difficult than she expected. Jonathan confided that he too was at a difficult point in his life. He had married young and was divorced with no children. His ex-wife had subsequently been killed in an automobile accident and although they had gone through a horribly bitter divorce, she had unexpectedly willed her entire estate to him. Jonathan felt a tremendous amount of guilt over her death for reasons he had not yet come to terms with. He now had a huge house but no family to fill it. He and Andie seemed to have a lot in common, especially their intense desire to be part of a family.
Suddenly Jonathan realized how late it was.
“I have to run Andie, but I really enjoyed talking to you.”
Andie smiled and looked at her watch. She really didn’t have any place to go but didn’t want to seem too pathetic. “Yeah… I guess I better get going too.”
They exchanged numbers, agreed to keep in touch and went their separate ways.
Jonathan found himself thinking about Andie all night. He knew she was all alone in a new town and seemed to be having trouble making ends meet. The next morning he got online, did a reverse directory search on her phone number and found an address for one Andrea Ashton. He called the rental office for her apartment complex, verified that Andie still lived there and arranged to have her rent paid up for the next 3 months. He then sat down and wrote her a brief note explaining that he did not expect any type of compensation from her and that this was just a small gift in return for the wonderful conversation they shared. He included a check for 500 dollars and mailed the envelope to her address.
He wasn’t expecting to hear back from Andie so soon, but three days later she showed up on his doorstep having followed the return address on his letter. When he opened the door she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. “I just wanted to thank you personally,” she said with tears in her eyes, “Nobody has ever done anything so nice for me before. I promise to pay you back the rent money as soon as I get a better paying job, but I can not take this check from you.” She shoved Jonathan’s envelope into his hand and stepped back in case he tried to return it. Jonathan grinned fondly at her. He had no doubt she would work overtime until she could pay him back every cent of the rent he had paid for.
“I have an idea,” Jonathan said, “Can you cook?”
“I guess so...” she replied hesitantly.
“Why don’t you come here two or three nights a week and cook me dinner. I’ll pay you $300 a week, plus health benefits if you need them.”
Andie blinked her eyes at him in disbelief. “What’s the catch?”
“There is no catch,” he explained, “I’m a horrible cook and I love home-cooked meals, especially soul-food.” He grinned knowing it was an offer too good for either of them to pass up.
Andie proved to be an excellent cook and quickly worked off the rent money she owed Jonathan. She loved pleasing him with a well prepared meal and enjoyed his companionship and concern for her even more. He was always a perfect gentleman and besides the salary and benefits, she also appreciated the free food. Eventually she was cooking for Jonathan so often that he prepared a guest room for her and told her to move in. She gladly left behind her run down studio apartment on the wrong side of town for Jonathan’s beautiful six bedroom colonial in the suburbs.
Andie admittedly found herself falling in love with Jonathan but she was afraid to ruin the special relationship they shared. She day dreamt about him constantly and spent many occasions pleasuring herself while imagining him making love to her. Jonathan also had very intense feelings for Andie. Similarly, he did not want to change the dynamics of their relationship yet he wanted to let her know how special she was to him. Five months had passed when Jonathan approached Andie with a proposition after dinner.
“I don’t have any children and I know you don’t have any living relatives.”
Andie nodded “no” somberly. Jonathan took a deep breath, exhaled and looked Andie straight in her eyes. “I would like to legally adopt you as my daughter Andie. I want to make sure you will always be taken care of.” Andie was completely still for a moment, then she covered her face in both hands and began crying softly.
“Come here.” Jonathan pulled her to him and she fell into his arms.
“I never had a father,” she said, choking back tears.
He cradled her in his arms. “Now you do.”
The next day Jonathan had his lawyers draw up the appropriate paperwork to begin the process of adoption. Less than two months later, Andie was legally his daughter. They celebrated over dinner at Jonathan’s favorite West Indian restaurant. He ordered Andie a huge plate of oxtails and teased her about her healthy appetite.
“May I call you Daddy now?” Andie asked between bites of food.
Jonathan smiled. “Of course you may.”
Andie put her fork down and looked into his eyes. “I love you Daddy.
“Thank you for taking me in...” Andie lowered her eyes. “…and thank you for making me a part of your family,” she murmured quietly.
Jonathan was overwhelmed with affection for her. He had no doubt that he had done the right thing in adopting her. She had completely filled the emptiness in his life and given him new purpose.
A week later Andie was home alone when the doorbell rang. She looked out the window and saw an extremely handsome, well-built black man standing there. He bore a striking resemblance to her new father. “Who is it?” she called.
“Andie, is that you?”
She opened the door slightly and peered out.
“Yes?” she replied.
“I’m your Uncle Pete!” he exclaimed, laughing loudly, “Johnnie’s little brother!”
Andie didn’t doubt they were related. They both shared the same rugged good looks and piercing black eyes though Pete’s complexion was a shade darker and he seemed to have a slight accent. She was about to invite him inside when Jonathan pulled into the driveway. He was extremely happy to see his brother and explained that Pete had been living in the Caribbean for the last 8 years.
“Peter is the only blood relative I have left,” Jonathan said with fondness, “and we have a whole lot of common interests.” They both laughed heartily at what Andie assumed must be a private joke. The rest of the evening they spent in the library smoking cigars, drinking Scotch and catching up on each other’s lives. Andie sat quietly by the fireplace making sure their glasses stayed full and enjoying their company.
Peter glanced around the room and nodded in appreciation at his surroundings. “You’ve made quite a life for yourself Johnnie… but then you’ve always been the successful one,” he added. They smiled briefly but Andie could see a bit of tension on her father’s face. After Pete left, she asked her father what he meant when he said they had a whole lot of common interests. Jonathan chuckled dismissively. “Clean up the dishes and get your behind into bed Andie.”
Andie finished her chores and washed up, still curious about her Uncle Pete. She put on a clean t-shirt and panties and got into bed and a few minutes later Jonathan came in to tuck her in.
“Sleep tight Andie,” he whispered and gently kissed her on the forehead.
“Daddy?”
“What is it sweetheart?”
“Are you and Pete gay?”
Jonathan burst out laughing. “Andie, what on earth gave you that idea?”
“Well, you said you have “common interests” and I’ve never seen you dating any women. And… well….”
“Go on,” Jonathan said sitting down on the edge of her bed.
“Well, you’ve never tried anything with me,” Andie said softly, wringing her hands together nervously.
Jonathan looked at her intensely. “I’m your father Andie.”
“I know Daddy, but I mean, even before you adopted me you didn’t.”
Jonathan exhaled deeply, leaned back against the headboard and said, “First of all, neither Pete nor myself are gay. Secondly, just because I don’t bring women home, doesn’t mean I’m not seeing women.”
Andie felt a brief but intense pang of jealousy.
“And finally,” Jonathan continued, “I love you Andie. And I don’t want any complications in our relationship. You are a very beautiful young lady.” Jonathan cleared his throat. “But I have a responsibility to you as your father now. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, laying her head in his lap. “But what is the common interest you share with Uncle Pete?”
Jonathan sighed. “I’m going to tell you this only because I was planning on eventually telling you anyway Andie, but I will not have you dictating when I should and should not disclose information to you. Is that clear?” he asked sternly.
“Yes, Sir.”
Jonathan took a deep breath. “I am a Dominant…. Pete and I are both Dominants. Do you know what that means Andie?”
She leaned up on one elbow and shook her head yes.
Jonathan looked at her skeptically. “How do you know what a Dominant is?”
“From the internet Daddy.”
He rolled his eyes. “I should have known.”
“OK Andie, what is a Dominant?”
She thought for a moment and then replied, “It means you like to be in control… and you like to tie up women and do things to them.”
“Well, I guess that’s partially correct,” Jonathan said. “And how do you feel about that?” he asked.
Andie looked up anxiously at her father. “I think I’m a submissive.”
Jonathan shifted uncomfortably. Part of the reason he was so attracted to Andie the day they met was her obvious submissive nature. He had also noticed many submissive traits in her over the past few months but he had done his best to ignore them.
“What makes you think you’re a submissive?” he asked.
She sat up in bed next to him.
“Because I want so badly to please you Daddy. Its all I can think about sometimes. And also because sometimes I dream about you tying me up….
“and spanking me,” she said bashfully.
Jonathan felt himself becoming aroused and immediately suppressed the feeling. He stood up abruptly. “You need to get to bed.”
“Ok,” she said softly, hugging her knees into her chest.
Jonathan looked back at her and swallowed hard. He understood the frustration and confusion she was feeling. He had suffered greatly when he first became aware of his desire to dominate women and it was eventually what caused the ruin of his marriage. He decided right then that he wouldn’t allow his daughter to suffer like he had.
“Would you like me to tie you up Andie?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, trying to conceal the eagerness in her voice.
Jonathan led her into the bedroom and had her kneel on top of the bed. He went into the closet and brought out a large bundle of rope. Andie’s heart raced in anticipation. He stretched out a length of rope, gathered her small hands behind her back, and slowly began tying her wrists together. Andie closed her eyes contentedly as Jonathan wrapped more rope around her ankles, shoulders, arms and legs. Her small breasts were squeezed tightly between the ropes and Jonathan imagined how much nicer she would look without her shirt on. He continued to tie her until there was no rope left. Once he was finished he gently caressed Andie’s cheek. “How do you feel?” he asked, tugging gently on her ropes to make sure they weren’t too tight.
“Wonderful,” she whispered breathlessly. “Safe…”
Jonathan kissed her softly on her cheek and she turned toward him hungrily kissing and sucking his lips. He kissed her back, slipping his tongue inside her warm mouth before a wave of guilt rushed over him causing him to step away from her quickly. Andie struggled to control her breathing. The taste of scotch on his lips excited her.
“Do you think you would like to ever be tied up again?” Jonathan asked her.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, not wanting him to stop there. “Can you show me what it feels like to be spanked Daddy?” Jonathan felt his cock immediately stiffen. He hesitated for a moment and thought about the morality of what he was about to do. Andie was wiggling in her ropes and the sight of her made his dick throb painfully. He sat down on the bed, laid his daughter over his lap and started to lightly spank her. The ropes kept her tightly restrained and each time she moaned Jonathan got more and more aroused. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this with his daughter, however technically Andie wasn’t really his daughter. He pulled her panties tightly into the crack of her ass so that both of her cheeks were fully exposed and spanked her intensely for several minutes before stopping to admire how red her ass had become.
Andie sighed with pleasure. “Thank you Daddy…”
Jonathan tried to convince himself that what they were doing was only a scene and therefore didn’t really qualify as being incestuous. Andie’s breathing was shallow, her eyes half-closed, lips slightly parted. She looked back at him plaintively. Jonathan realized that he needed to make a decision before things went any further, but he was distracted by an obvious wet spot on her underwear. He slipped his hand underneath the edge of her panties and eased a finger inside of her. “Oh God…” he murmured, marveling at how tight and wet her little pussy was. He was obviously beyond any reasoning now. At this point, the fact that Andie was his daughter was only serving to make him even more aroused. Jonathan quickly untied her ropes, yanked her onto his lap and pulled off her t-shirt. Her small breasts fit perfectly in the palms of his hands and she had beautiful chocolate-hued nipples. He licked and sucked her breasts for a moment then had her stand and remove her panties revealing her neatly trimmed pussy. He squeezed her clit firmly, bringing a small yelp to her lips.
“I’m sorry Baby. I’ll try to be more gentle.”
“Why Daddy?” she whispered, “I promise I won’t break.”
He raised an eyebrow at her and laughed to himself. Andie had no idea how thoroughly cruel and sadistic her father had the propensity to be. He unzipped his pants and yanked her onto his lap. His cock was pressed snuggly against her stomach stretching far above her belly button. Jonathan wondered how much it would hurt her to take all of him at once and was instantly filled with the desire to rip into her. He lifted her up roughly, grabbed his cock and forced it inside her small pussy. Andie gasped from the pain and squeezed her eyes shut tightly. He pulled her down on top of him until he was all the way inside her and then lay back on the bed and let his tiny daughter ride him. Andie was so overwhelmed that she came almost immediately, flooding her pussy with wetness. Jonathan grabbed her arms and yanked her down on top of him.
"You are not to cum without asking permission first, " he growled slapping her lightly across the cheek.
Andie froze for a moment, instinctively touching her burning cheek, and then continued to ride him passionately. She wanted him desperately to slap her again, and he would in time. Jonathan couldn’t believe that he was actually fucking his daughter or how good it felt. He flipped her over onto her hands and knees and began fucking her savagely from behind. Each thrust made her cry out in pleasure and Jonathan felt as if he was about to explode. He pulled out and shot his load all over her ass and back, jerking spasmodically in ecstasy. Jonathan couldn’t ever remember coming this hard before. As he struggled to regain his composure, she reached back, wiped up her father’s cum and licked it off her fingers. Jonathan collapsed beside her and exhaled deeply. She nuzzled into his chest and he squeezed her against him tightly. Things were obviously going to be different now…
Andie and Jonathan soon settled into a comfortable routine. Andie enrolled in the local community college and Jonathan gave her a sizable allowance each week so she could enjoy her free time. She was to be in the house with dinner prepared before her father came home from work every night unless otherwise instructed and she did so happily. Andie was often allowed to sleep with her father in the master bedroom and he was pleased to find that his daughter had an extremely high sex drive and loved to please him orally. She regularly greeted him at the door on her knees in case he should immediately desire her services and often he did, sometimes coming in the door with his pants already unzipped in anticipation.
Uncle Pete came by a lot to watch sports on Jonathan’s large screen television. Andie waited on them hand and foot, on a few occasions this included giving head to her father in the kitchen during half time. Pete dropped several hints that he would enjoy the same treatment but Jonathan made it perfectly clear his daughter was not to be shared. He did however allow her to wear her skimpiest shorts and tank tops around the house as he enjoyed seeing as much of her body as possible. Andie had never been happier knowing that she was loved and appreciated. She finally felt like she was part of a real family. Unfortunately things were about to change.
Andie was waiting anxiously for her father to come home. He had gone out for dinner that particular evening which gave her extra time to prepare for him. When she heard Jonathan’s key in the lock her heart leapt. She ran to the door and kneeled down to greet him with a big smile. When the door opened her smile froze in horror. He was not alone. She stood up immediately.
“Hi Andie, I’d like you to meet Debra.” He motioned to an attractive brown-skinned woman. Andie stepped out of the way so they could enter the house.
Debra looked to be Jonathan’s age or slightly younger and was absolutely stunning. She was tall and thin, impeccably dressed, and obviously wealthy judging by her clothing, shoes and jewelry. She was everything that Andie was not. Debra’s long, straight hair shone like obsidian and Andie self-consciously tucked a frizzy lock of her own kinky hair behind her ear.
“Deb has been working overseas for the past six months,” Jonathan explained, his arm never leaving her tiny waist, “But I won’t let her get away from me for that long again.” He smiled and squeezed Debra tenderly against him.
“It certainly is a pleasure to meet you Andie. Jonathan’s told me so much about you.” Deb had a beautiful rich voice and a perfect smile. Andie instantly hated her.
“Well you must have a lot to catch up on,” she said dryly as she headed upstairs. “Good night Papa.”
“Good night Andie,” he said, his eyes never leaving Debra.
“I don’t think she cares for me much,” Debra said once Andie was out of earshot.
“She doesn’t know you yet.” Jonathan took Debra by the hand and led her up to the master bedroom. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed Debra until this evening, having spent most of the time she was away with Andie. He embraced her and kissed her fervently.
“I was sure you’d fall in love with some European type and I’d never see you again.”
Debra smiled at him. She had thought about Jonathan constantly while she was away and dreamed of the moment they would be together again.
Jonathan commanded Debra to kneel and she instantly dropped to her knees and lowered her head, her long black hair framing her face beautifully. Jonathan lit several candles around the bedroom and dimmed the lights. He asked Debra whether she’d missed him while she was away.
“I’ve missed you terribly Master,” she said softly.
“I’ve missed you as well Mina,” he replied using Debra’s slave name.
Jonathan sat down in the chaise lounge near the window and Debra crawled to him on her hands and knees. She carefully removed his shoes and socks and knelt before him kissing his feet gently.
“Undress,” Jonathan commanded.
She immediately disrobed and stood naked before him, her skin glowing a rich, golden brown in the candlelight.
“Where is your collar?” he asked.
Her heart filled with shame yet she kept her gaze steadily on the floor.
“I’m sorry Master, but all of my luggage has not arrived home yet.” Debra had slept in his collar almost every night while she was gone. She had packed it carefully between layers of soft clothing to keep it safe during the trip back home.
Jonathan glared at her. “From now on you are to keep your collar in your purse at all times. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” she replied.
Jonathan stood up and circled behind Debra unbuttoning his shirt as he admired her toned physique. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. He silently slid open the top drawer of his bureau and removed a long dagger-like blade. “You will pay for not having your collar tonight.”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered breathlessly.
He wrapped his hand around her thick hair and pulled her head back sharply.
“You can not serve me properly if you do not use foresight.” He pressed the edge of the blade against her throat and she shivered with excitement. “Do you not wish to serve me properly Mina?” he asked while running the tip of the knife along her breastbone.
“ I do, Master,” she replied.
Jonathan stood before her and placed the edge of the blade against her full lips. She moaned softly, and as her lips parted Jonathan pressed the blade farther into her mouth and ran it slowly along her lips. Debra opened her mouth and licked the blade sensuously.
“What a good slave she is,” Jonathan thought to himself. He planned to marry her once he was sure she had accomplished all of her career goals. He could tell she had been miserable without him for the past six months but he had no intention to interfere with her life unless he was sure she was ready to dedicate herself completely to becoming his full time slave.
Jonathan cupped her left breast and drew the tip of the blade slowly around the outside of her nipple. He stopped and pressed the blade into her flesh until a small drop of blood formed. He slipped a finger between the lips of her shaved pussy and was surprised to find how wet she was. “You little whore.” He laughed, pushing her down on the bed and spreading her long legs apart. Jonathan ran the tip of the blade down her stomach and over the smooth the skin of her pussy lips. He recalled fondly how Debra always kept herself meticulously groomed. By now the candles had accumulated a good bit of melted wax. Jonathan drizzled a tiny bit of wax on Debra’s smooth mound. She wiggled and moaned softly. It wasn’t the reaction Jonathan was hoping for, so he poured the wax directly onto her pussy. This time Debra stiffened in pain and cried out loudly. The wax had dripped down onto her clit and the pain was excruciating.
Andie heard Debra scream and ran to the master bedroom. She pressed her ear against the door to listen.
Jonathan picked up another candle, this time dripping the hot wax on each nipple as Debra writhed sensuously in pain. He didn’t stop until both nipples and her whole pussy were covered entirely in wax and then he picked up the blade again.
Andie’s curiosity had finally gotten the best of her. She slowly turned the doorknob and pushed the door slightly open. Her eyes widened as she saw her father standing over Debra holding a large knife. He began slowly scraping the layer of wax off Debra’s nipples and pussy. Andie was filled with jealousy but she kept watching, unable to draw herself away.
Once all the wax was off, Jonathan tied Debra’s ankles together and pulled her long legs up over her head as she lay on her back. He secured her ankles to the headboard and tied her wrists together around her thighs. Debra’s entire ass was exposed and Jonathan began roughly spanking her until he felt heat rising from her inflamed cheeks. He then retrieved a wide leather paddle from the dresser and used it on her until he felt sufficiently sated. Feeling an intense desire to release inside of her, Jonathan hurriedly removed his pants and slid into her hot, wet pussy. Debra could hardly breath due to the position she was in. She gasped for air as her Master pounded her relentlessly.
Jonathan caught a glimpse of something reflected behind him. He turned suddenly, catching Andie peeking through the bedroom door. He grabbed Debra by the hips and slowed his thrusts.
“Andie!” he shouted. Debra tensed a bit but he caressed her gently and continued fucking her. “Get in here right now.”
Andie slowly came to her father, her head lowered sheepishly.
“Is this what you wanted to see?” he asked.
Andie shook her head no. Jonathan stared at his daughter intensely, still moving slowly in and out of Debra’s wet pussy.
“Take your clothes off," he said scornfully.
Andie did as she was told and stood naked beside her father. Jonathan pulled out of Debra and untied her wrists and ankles from the headboard. He had her lay on her stomach at the edge of the bed and made Andie straddle her so that their asses were both facing him. He slid into Debra to get his dick lubricated, pulled out and slowly pressed his cock into his daughter’s tight pussy. After a few strokes he slipped back into Debra and then went back and forth between the two of them until he couldn’t hold back any more. He instructed Andie to kneel on the floor beside him and pulled Debra’s hips up so that she was on her knees again. Jonathan was eager to cum deep inside of Debra again. He thrusted himself into her and after several strokes came with such intensity that he nearly collapsed on top of her. He steadied himself, caught his breath and looked down at his daughter. He knew how much she enjoyed tasting his cum and he could see the disappointment in her eyes that he hadn’t shared any with her. He turned to her, squeezed the last few drops of cum into her open mouth and let her suck him clean, but he could tell she was still feeling left out. Jonathan laid Andie down on the bed beside Debra. He touched Debra’s back gently. “I want you to let Andie taste me.”
“Yes, Master,” she replied and carefully climbed on top of Andie positioning her pussy directly over her mouth. Andie didn’t really want to be this close to Debra but she didn’t want to disobey her father either. She tentatively licked Debra’s cunt and instantly tasted her father’s seed. She licked again eagerly, pushing her tongue in as far as possible. Debra moaned and pressed her pussy against Andie’s lips. Jonathan walked behind Debra, slipped a finger inside her sopping wet pussy and wiggled gently. More cum dripped out and Andie licked it up hastily. “Do you enjoy feeding my daughter?” he asked Debra.
“Yes, Master,” she purred. He slipped two fingers into her cunt and pulled out more cum which he smeared on Andie’s lips. He let Debra lick the rest off his fingers while Andie continued slurping greedily between her legs. Jonathan ordered them into a 69 position then stepped back and contentedly watched his daughter and future wife eating each other. He smiled to himself thinking he would soon have the perfect family he always wanted. Andie climaxed first, her small hips trembling erotically and Debra came soon afterwards. Jonathan made a mental note to get a strap-on so that Debra could fuck Andie while he had his cock deep in her throat. He tucked them both into bed beside him and got the best night’s sleep he’d had in years.
Andie had slept snuggled closely to her father, painfully aware that Debra was lying on the other side of him. Before he left for work Jonathan spoke briefly to her in private. She was told Debra would soon come to live with them and that she was to treat her like family. Andie felt betrayed by her father and she was absolutely heart broken. He had never mentioned Debra before and suddenly she was going to be intruding into their family.
Later that day, Andie’s friends from school called and asked her if she’d like to go out dancing. Since Andie had done nothing but sulk all day, she figured it might be a good idea to get out of the house. She put on her shortest mini skirt and grabbed the keys to Jonathan’s Mercedes. She knew she would get in trouble for going out without permission but she was so angry that she didn’t care about the consequences. Andie went out and tried to have fun but Debra was always in the back of her mind. Men were buying her drinks all night and as a result she got fairly intoxicated. By the time she realized how late it was she had already gone an hour past her curfew. She immediately left for home. Some time during the night she had lost a bar bet and handed over her panties to a total stranger. He was probably jerking off in them right now she thought disgustedly. Half drunk, her naked ass stuck to the leather seats, Andie somehow managed to navigate her way home.
Jonathan’s SUV was in the driveway so Andie coasted in with the lights off. She took her shoes off and attempted to sneak inside without waking anybody. As soon as she entered the house she was confronted by Jonathan. He was standing in the hallway wearing his bathrobe and boxer shorts. His arms were crossed and he was obviously extremely angry.
“Hi Daddy,” Andie said softly. “Sorry I’m late.” She started to walk upstairs to her room but he reached out and grabbed her arm firmly. “Ow!” she screamed.
“Do you know what time it is?” he growled.
“I said I’m sorry!” she replied indignantly.
In an instant Jonathan snatched Andie over to the couch and threw her over his knee.
“You are in a lot of trouble little girl,” Jonathan said angrily. He lifted up her skirt, raised his left arm and froze. “Where the hell are your panties!?”
Andie began to stutter.
“Quiet!” Jonathan said furiously, “You came home two hours after curfew, took the car without permission. You’re drunk! And you left the house without panties on? Is that correct?”
“Yes, Sir,” Andie answered, not bothering to correct the part about how she lost her panties.
Jonathan’s hand came down swiftly on her bare behind several times. “You are going to regret ever leaving the house tonight.” He continued spanking her, slapping the back of her thighs until she begged for mercy.
“Get upstairs!” he yelled.
Andie moved quickly, not wanting to anger her father any further. He made her remove her clothes and kneel on a chair in the master bedroom. Jonathan brought out a black leather bag from the closet. He removed a length of rope and began tying Andie’s ankles together. He then came around the front of the chair and tied her wrists together and finally ran a rope underneath the chair connecting her ankles to her wrists.
Andie sighed and rested her chin wearily on the back of the chair knowing she wasn’t going to enjoy being tied up this time.
Jonathan took off his bathrobe and laid it on the chaise lounge. He removed a large wooden paddle from the black bag and methodically rubbed Andie’s ass finding the fleshy spots he intended to strike. Andie held her breath and waited for the paddle to fall. Jonathan swung the paddle back and slammed it down on her bare ass. She cried out and stiffened, wobbling the chair and gasping to catch her breath. He struck her again and she began sobbing loudly. Jonathan continued beating her with the paddle. Her screams intensified and she began begging for forgiveness. “Please Daddy! I promise I won’t misbehave again!” Jonathan stopped long enough to put down the paddle and pick up a flogger with several thin yet heavy rubber strands.
“Please Daddy…” Andie sobbed pathetically.
“Be quiet or you get gagged,” he threatened. Andie clamped her mouth shut tightly as she had a great fear of being gagged. Jonathan brought the flogger down on her back and felt a rush of pleasure as she writhed in agony. As a father, Jonathan earnestly tried not to enjoy Andie's punishment, but as a sadist he was enjoying himself tremendously.
“Are you going to ever take my car or go out again without asking permission?” he asked.
“No Daddy! I promise!” she said tearfully. Jonathan swung the flogger down with even more force and then ran his hand carefully over the welts forming on her back. He realized that if he continued to hit this intensely he was going to draw blood eventually. Jonathan brought the flogger down once more.
“Are you ever going to break your curfew again?”
“No, Sir.” Andie managed to choke out between sobs that were violently shaking her whole body. He debated whether he wanted to cut her back open or not. It certainly would make a lasting impression, however he really had no desire to permanently scar her.
He put the flogger down and rubbed Andie between her legs.
“Andie if you continue to disobey me, I am going to put you out of my house. It’s that simple.”
Andie’s back straightened and she turned to her father with a look of absolute horror and desperation. Her lower lip began trembling. “Please don’t send me away Papa…” she begged pitifully, “I promise I’ll never disobey you again.” Jonathan seriously doubted she would be able to stay out of trouble for long, but her mischievous nature was a part of her personality that he did tend to enjoy at times. He gently stroked her hair and promised not to send her away. Andie relaxed and rested her head on the chair again. Jonathan pulled open his boxer shorts and gently slid his hard cock inside her little, wet pussy. She moaned with each thrust and Jonathan knew that she would climax soon. He grabbed her shoulders and slammed deep inside her.
“May I cum Daddy?” She pleaded, tossing her head back in ecstasy.
“No you may not.” Jonathan replied coldly. He pumped her pussy from behind until he was right on the edge of an orgasm and then he pulled out. Still slippery from her wet cunt, Jonathan slowly began inserting himself into her tiny asshole. Andie inhaled sharply and he felt her muscles tighten. Jonathan pushed his dick as hard as he could causing Andie to scream in pain. His excitement had reached a fevered pitch and it only took a few strokes before he exploded. Andie could feel the hot spurts of her Daddy’s cum deep inside her ass. Jonathan pulled back and exhaled slowly looking at his little girl’s used asshole dripping with cum. He untied her, helped her slowly to her feet and led her to the bathroom. “Get in the shower,” he commanded. Andie was looking forward to a long hot shower. She was extremely sore and exhausted.
He ordered her to her knees and she did as she was told, kneeling on the cold tile floor of the shower stall.
“Who makes the rules in this house?” Jonathan asked in a calm, even voice.
Andie gazing lovingly into his eyes. “You do Daddy.”
“Lower your eyes,” he ordered and she did so immediately.
“Why are there rules?” he asked impatiently.
“For my safety?” she guessed.
“That’s right. So I can protect you and keep you safe because I love you.”
Jonathan continued, “What happens when you break the rules Andie?”
“I get punished,” she replied sullenly.
“Yes, you do, but beyond that, you prevent me from being able to care for you properly.” Jonathan tilted her chin up and leaned over so that his face was close to hers.
“Don’t break the rules,” he said slowly and in one even swoop he slapped Andie openhanded across her face, knocking her off her knees. She quickly knelt again, her head lowered sheepishly. Jonathan crouched down in front of her and looked her directly in the eyes.
“Don’t break the rules,” he repeated and slapped her powerfully once more. The sting brought tears to her eyes but she remained upright this time. He stood up slowly and began opening his boxer shorts. Andie licked her lips in anticipation, hoping she would get to taste her Daddy’s cum before her shower. Suddenly she felt a warm liquid hitting her back. It took a second before she realized she was being urinated on, and her face immediately reddened with shame. She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the stream of hot piss travel over her shoulders and onto her head. To Andie’s horror, Jonathan directed the stream onto her face and ordered her to open her mouth. She sobbed hysterically in protest as she felt her father’s fingers prying her lips apart and his warm urine rushing over her teeth and the inside of her lips. She kept her teeth clenched tightly but some of it still managed to slip inside of her mouth. Jonathan made a mental note to purchase a mouth spreader for her. He squeezed out a few more drops and stepped away from the shower stall. Andie felt utterly humiliated and ashamed. She was still slightly drunk, soaked in her father’s urine and could feel the cum he had deposited earlier slowly leaking out of her bruised ass.
“You are to sit in this shower and think about why you are being punished,” Jonathan told her. He washed his hands and went downstairs to have a beer. Twenty minutes later Jonathan came back upstairs and found Andie still seated in the shower pitifully clutching her knees and shivering slightly. He had to admit that she did appear to have learned her lesson. But just in case she hadn’t, he opened his boxer shorts and relieved himself on her face again while she sobbed miserably. After Jonathan was finished he turned on the shower and told her to wash up and go to bed. She was not allowed to sleep with him that night, and to Andie that was the worst punishment of all.
The next morning Andie woke up with a huge hangover. Her head felt like it was splitting in two and her ass was throbbing with pain. She stumbled to the bathroom and realized she was still feeling tipsy from the night before. Andie looked in the mirror and groaned. She was relieved that her father had already left for work and wouldn’t have to see her like this. “There is no way I’m going to school today,” she thought to herself. She swallowed an Ibuprofen, wrapped herself up in her fathers huge, wooly bathrobe, grabbed a pillow and retreated to the den where she curled up on her favorite couch and immediately went back to sleep.
A few hours later Andie was woken by the sound of Debra’s voice. Jonathan had mentioned that Debra might be stopping by the house on her lunch breaks during the week. She probably didn’t realize that Andie was home sick today. Andie turned the volume down on her father’s intercom system, clicked on “kitchen”, and slowly engaged the monitor speaker button. Andie listened for a few minutes. Debra was talking to her friend Camille about a shopping trip. “Two snotty, rich bitches.” Andie scoffed under her breath. She was just about to click off the intercom when Debra said, “I saw Joe last night.” Andie adjusted the intercom volume so she could hear better. “We had a great time together.” There was a brief pause and then Debra said, “well….if I can get Jonathan out of the way, the two of us can spend the entire weekend together.” Debra giggled hysterically at something Camille said.
“Yes….. Joe is extremely wealthy now. I can’t wait!” she continued. Andie slapped her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide in astonishment. She couldn’t wait to tell her father what she’d heard hoping that once he found out the truth about Debra she could have him all to herself again.
As soon as Jonathan came home, Andie followed him to the master bedroom and told him everything she had heard on the phone while he changed out of his work clothes. Jonathan listened patiently and when she was done he placed his large hands on Andie’s shoulders and looked her squarely in the eyes. “I know you are feeling a bit neglected Andie, but I won’t tolerate this type of behavior from you.”
Andie’s mouth dropped open in shock. “But I’m telling you the truth Daddy!” she exclaimed, “Debra’s cheating on you! Can’t you see that?”
”What I see is a jealous little girl with an overactive imagination. Joanne is one of Debra’s closest friends. She just went through a nasty divorce and I told Deb to invite her here for the weekend when I am out of town next month.”
Andie dropped her head in shame realizing Joe was obviously short for Joanne. The worst part was that Andie had heard Debra mention Joanne before but hadn't made the connection.
Jonathan unfastened his belt buckle and began sliding it off.
“I’m sorry Daddy,” Andie said softly.
“I know you are sweetheart, but we’re going to make sure this doesn’t happen again, OK?”
Tears welled up in Andie’s eyes. She knew she deserved to be punished for eavesdropping and accusing Debra falsely. Jonathan sat down on the edge of the bed, laid the belt down and called Andie over to him. She dropped to her knees before him crying softly and rested her cheek against his thigh. He gently stroked her hair and said, “Andie, I know you are jealous of the relationship Debra and I share, but you need to remember one thing…” He lifted Andie’s chin up and wiped a tear from her cheek. “You are my daughter. My only daughter, and I will love you till the day I die. Do you understand that Andie?” She nodded yes. “You will not continue to act out this way.”
He struck out smacking his open palm brutally against Andie’s face. She winced in pain.
“Do you understand?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy,” she said.
Jonathan tilted his head and squinted at her considering whether she really understood the point he was making. He slapped her again causing her cheek to sting severely. She was weeping openly now, her tear drops splashing on Jonathan’s shoes.
“I don’t want Debra to take my place,” she sobbed grievously.
“Debra will never be able to take your place. Nobody will ever take your place. Stand up.” He commanded. Andie quickly got to her feet and he ordered her to pull down her shorts and panties and lay across his knees. Jonathan realized she was still bruised from the night before but he would have to discipline her nonetheless. He gave her a firm slap on one ass cheek and then the other and she felt the stinging sensation slowly spread across her bottom. He spanked her for several more minutes and then gently rubbed her ass. Each slap had giggled Andie’s pussy and she was very close to climaxing when he stopped. Jonathan picked up his belt and Andie’s body stiffened in anticipation. The first strike took her breath away and she squeezed her eyes shut in pain. Jonathan brought the hard leather belt down again and again and she began screaming from the pain. Jonathan continued unmercifully until her cheeks had turned bright red and were burning with heat.
“Kneel,” he ordered and Andie quickly obeyed.
“Have you learned your lesson today?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said quietly, thankful the strapping was over.
Jonathan unzipped his pants, stood and let them drop to the floor. He sat back down on the bed with a sigh. His hard dick inches from her lips. “You have been a lot of trouble this week Andie.”
“I know Daddy,” she replied.
Andie hated to disappoint her father and she was filled with shame over how badly she had been behaving. Jonathan stroked her hair back from her face.
“Show Daddy what a good girl you can be.”
She immediately began sucking him eagerly.
“Good girl…” Jonathan said while grabbing a fistful of Andie’s hair. Her heart swelled from his praise and she sucked even more enthusiastically pushing him deep into the back of her mouth until he was actually entering her throat.
He moaned and pressed even deeper into her throat. Andie gagged uncontrollably, a sensation that caused Jonathan an immense amount of pleasure. He pressed into her throat again and again making her choke. Jonathan felt himself starting to go over the edge and quickly pulled out of her mouth.
“Open your mouth wide for Daddy,” he instructed.
The first spurts splashed onto Andie’s lips. Her father tensed slightly and his cum gushed into her mouth. He watched his little girl lick it off her lips and swallow every drop before fallingl back onto the bed totally spent. He told her to go wash up and then lay her down on the bed and tied her wrists securely to the headboard.
Jonathan pulled the comforter over her sore bottom, grabbed a book off the night table and got in bed next to her. He started reading and glanced over at his daughter. She had fallen asleep already.
The next morning Andie woke up with an extremely sore bottom. Her father had untied her some time during the night and he’d already left for work. Andie rolled over slowly minding her bruised behind. She touched herself while replaying the night before. She was becoming aroused quickly and wished her Daddy were still home so she could feel him deep inside her tight pussy. She started rubbing her swollen clit. “I love my Daddy,” she murmured, imagining his hard dick sliding inside of her. Suddenly the phone rang startling her. It was her Uncle Pete calling from his cell phone. He wanted to come by and pick up the digital camera Jonathan had borrowed from him. Andie told him that would be fine and jumped up to quickly put on her shorts and a t-shirt. No sooner had she finished brushing her teeth and washing up the doorbell rang.
She ran downstairs and opened the door.
“Hey, Uncle Pete!” She gave him a huge smile, and with incredible ease he scooped her up and carried her over to the couch.
“How’s my favorite girl?” He sat down and Andie rested her head on his shoulder.
“Daddy’s mad at me again,” she sighed.
Pete laughed. “What else is new?”
“I’m serious Uncle Pete. He’s really angry.” Andie told Pete about the past few days. He listened patiently and then said, “Andie, your father loves you very much but he is used to getting his way. You haven’t figured that out yet?” He pressed her head against his shoulder and rubbed her back tenderly. Andie inhaled the fragrant cologne he was wearing and realized it was the same kind her father wears.
“I guess...” she sighed. He continued stroking her back and reassuring her as she talked about her problems with Debra. Andie suddenly realized she was enjoying sitting in her Uncle’s lap a little more than she probably should be. After a moment, Pete stood up and straightened out his pants legs.
“I better get moving,” he said, “I’ve got a ton of errands to run today.”
“Ok Uncle Pete,” she said softly, “See you later.”
Andie panicked wondering whether he knew she was aroused. She couldn’t afford to get into any more trouble with her father. She heard Pete head for Jonathan’s office for the camera. Her clit was still throbbing and she couldn’t keep from touching herself. As soon as she heard the front door shut she slipped off her shorts again, licked her fingers and gently rubbed her swollen, enlarged clit. This time she was thinking about her Uncle Pete, imagining him and Jonathan fucking her at the same time.
Pete put the camera in the car and sat down for a moment. His dog, a black and white husky mix named Oreo, bounded from the back seat to the front. Pete petted the dog absentmindedly. He was ashamed to have gotten a hard-on while his niece was sitting in his lap and worried that she might say something to his brother about it. Pete and Jonathan had always been competitive with each other. They possessed extremely dominant personalities and tended to bump heads quite often, but Jonathan, being the oldest, always seemed to come out on top. This was the first time in their lives when they were actually getting along with each other. Pete wondered if he should apologize to Andie, but he found himself getting aroused again as he thought of her sitting in his lap in those tiny shorts that showed the outline of her plump pussy lips. His dick was hard again and he would have jerked off right there in the car but there were too many people walking around the neighborhood. He decided to slip back into the house and jerk off in one of the bathrooms. Pete tip-toed back into the house and headed to the closest bathroom. He could hear the TV on in the den and figured Andie was probably watching one of her shows and wouldn’t even notice him. When he got to the den he stopped dead in his tracks. His niece was lying on the couch in just her t-shirt, one leg slung up over the back of the couch. Pete stepped back into the shadows and peered into the room. Andie was moaning, licking her fingers and touching her cunt. His hard dick strained against his jeans uncomfortably. Slowly he unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper. His cock sprang out and he immediately started stroking himself. Andie’s eyes were closed and he watched her hips undulating sensuously. “Mmmm… Uncle Pete.” She moaned.
Pete couldn’t believe it. His little niece was thinking about him and playing with her pussy. He tiptoed back to the front door, opened it quietly and then slammed it shut yelling out, “It’s me again Andie!” He made sure his pants were completely closed then headed back to the den and poked his head into the room. He was disappointed to find that she had put her shorts back on already. “Forgot my keys.” Pete smiled, held up his keys and jangled them. Andie smiled back but her face was obviously flushed with embarrassment.
“What are you watching?” he asked casually.
“Nothing really. I was just taking a nap,” Andie lied, her quavering voice betraying her.
“Ahh… you’re still worried about Jonathan aren’t you?” he said, playing along.
Pete sat down next to her and patted his lap. “Give your Uncle Pete a big hug.” Andie climbed hesitantly into his lap and he squeezed her tightly against him.
“You are such a sexy little girl,” Pete murmured as he pressed her down onto his lap grinding her pussy. Andie stiffened and immediately tried to get up but Pete held her arms tightly. “Where you going?” he laughed.
“Let me up Uncle Pete,” she said firmly, “Daddy would NOT like this.”
Pete knew she was right but at this point he was beyond reasoning with. He needed to get into her tight young pussy and nothing else mattered.
“Uncle Pete! This is not funny! Let me go!” she pleaded pulling away from him violently. She was starting to panic now.
“Andie I know you want it. I saw you playing with yourself and calling out my name,” He told her, “Now be a good girl and stop fighting.”
Andie’s heart stopped when she realized he had been watching her earlier. Pete grabbed both her wrists behind her back and kissed her roughly. Tears ran down Andie’s face and she struggled again briefly but his grip was way too tight and her tears only seemed to make him even more excited.
“Don’t you love your Uncle Pete?” he whispered in Andie’s ear.
“Yes… but not this way!” she cried.
“You love your Daddy this way don’t you?”
Suddenly Pete threw her on to the couch and started yanking down her shorts.
“Stop it Uncle Pete!” she yelled loudly hoping a passing neighbor might hear her. Pete clamped his hand over her mouth tightly. He grabbed her around the waist and dragged her upstairs to the master bedroom. Andie struggled desperately to get away but she was easily overpowered by her strong Uncle. She sobbed hysterically realizing she was no match for his strength. Pete closed the door, pushed her down onto the bed and tied her wrists to the headboard the way her father had the night before. Andie started begging again. “Please Uncle Pete. Let me up. I won’t tell Jonathan, I promise!” But it was useless. This wasn’t the same uncle she knew and trusted. She had never seen this side of him before and she was scared to death. She started screaming and kicking as he pulled off her shorts. He balled up her panties and shoved them into her mouth to shut her up. Pete spread her legs and rubbed his face against her pussy, licking her sloppily. He pushed his tongue in as far as he could and licked her again.
“Delicious little bitch.”
Andie managed to spit the panties out of her mouth and started screaming for help again. Pete searched the closet and grinned smugly when he found Jonathan’s black leather toy bag. He found a bit gag and forced it roughly into Andie’s mouth. He then put ankle restraints on her and attached a spreader bar in order to stop her kicking. Once he had her properly restrained, he took his shirt off and laid it neatly on the dresser. His biceps were huge and the muscles rippled in his well developed chest as he moved towards her. He took a moment to stare at his niece lying there helplessly on the bed, tears in her eyes. By now he had a raging erection that was dripping with anticipation. He slipped two fingers into Andie’s pussy and shuddered as she whimpered in fear. He shook his head and smiled cruelly. “The things I am going to do to you, little girl.” He ran his hands along her thighs and belly. “Do you enjoy teasing men?”
She shook her head no, groaning behind the gag.
“Are you sure Andie? Because you certainly like to tease your Uncle Pete…. Wearing those sexy clothes whenever I’m over the house. Sucking your daddy’s dick in the kitchen. You think I didn’t know about that Andie?” He fingered her again and pinched her clit harshly. Andie winced and closed her eyes in resignation realizing that she was totally powerless against him. He retrieved several clothespins from the toy bag. He placed one on each of Andie’s nipples and three on each pussy lip and he flicked them watching Andie squirm in pain. Next he picked up a bamboo cane. Andie’s eyes widened in terror and she shook her head frantically from side to side. Pete truly enjoyed listening to her muffled cries for help and would have enjoyed torturing her for hours but he wasn’t sure if Debra would be coming home for lunch today so he decided to speed things up a bit. He determined that her feet would be the best target for a caning since it wouldn’t leave any visible marks his brother might find later. He began striking the soles of her feet. The pain was excruciating and Andie tried to disembody herself from the situation but each hit brought her painfully back. She struggled again uselessly as he continued hurting her. Pete put the cane down and ripped the clothespins off Andie, watching her face contort in anguish. He stroked her cheek gently and Andie, assuming Pete’s style of punishment was similar to her father’s, prepared to be slapped. However, Pete had no intentions of slapping her. Instead, he wrapped both hands firmly around her neck and squeezed tightly. Andie’s eyes bulged and she gasped for air. He released his grip, removed her gag and watched her cry softly for a second before choking her again. This time he completely cut off her air flow and for a brief moment Andie could only hear the blood pounding in her ears and the room started to go black. Pete loosened his grip and let her breath again.
“Please…Uncle… Pete…” she begged faintly.
“I love to hear you beg Andie. But if you start screaming again I’m going to cane your feet until they bleed. Do you understand?” The thought of making Andie’s feet bleed excited Pete immensely.
He grabbed hold of her throat again and squeezed tightly, his face inches away from hers. Andie felt the room rocking back and forth. She believed Pete was about to kill her and thought how much she would miss Jonathan. Suddenly he released her, unhooked her spreader bar and rolled her onto her stomach.
“Kneel bitch,” Pete growled.
Andie struggled weakly to draw her knees up under her while Pete admired the black and blue marks on her round fleshy behind. “Looks like you’ve kept Johnnie pretty busy lately,” he remarked, “What did he use on you?”
“His belt,” Andie whispered. She prayed that Jonathan or Debra would come home early but both of them were usually in meetings until noon. Pete rummaged through the toy bag again and picked up a large clear dildo. He pressed the head into the entrance of Andie’s tiny asshole and she automatically pulled away from him.
“Don’t move you little whore,” Pete threatened, “After today you will never tease again. Will you?” Pete rammed the dildo hard into Andie’s ass. She cried out in pain and begged her uncle to stop but her protests fell on deaf ears. He continued to rape her ass with the dildo, laughing at her cries for mercy. Pete looked at his watch and decided he better wrap things up. His dick was so hard he couldn’t stand it much longer anyway. He gloated over the fact that he was finally getting a chance to fuck his little niece and cum inside of that tight little pussy of hers. “Maybe I’ll get the little slut pregnant,” he mused to himself while pulling his pants down and rolling her over roughly onto her back.
“Do your feet hurt?” Pete asked, feigning sympathy.
“Yes!” Andie said, choking back tears.
“Did you deserve it for being a little fucking tease?”
Andie wept silently and Pete slapped her brutally. “Answer me!” he yelled.
“Yes…” Andie sobbed, her face throbbing. He pushed her thighs up so that her knees were over his shoulders and rubbed his cock against her pussy lips.
“Please Uncle Pete…. Please….” Andie pleaded.
Peter hesitated for a moment and looked deeply into her eyes. He slowly leaned all his weight back and then rammed his dick deep inside of her. Andie screamed hysterically and struggled to free herself. Pete’s cock was so deep it was hitting her cervix and she cried out in agony. Each time he slammed into his niece’s pussy he had to fight the urge to cum until he couldn’t hold back any longer. “This is my pussy now!” Pete exclaimed, “Do you understand? I will take it any time I want to!” He jerked violently and spurted his hot load deep inside Andie’s pussy. Pete lay on top of her for a few seconds until he caught his breath and then he untied her wrist restraints.
“Get on your knees and lick me clean,” he ordered. Andie obeyed silently, resentfully.
Pete put his clothes on and ordered her to follow him. She limped after him, her feet pulsating painfully. He brought her into the kitchen and told her to sit on the floor and wait for him. She lay back pressing her aching feet against the cold tile. Her heart jumped when she heard the front door open. It was Pete again. He entered the kitchen carrying a camera with his dog Oreo trailing behind. Andie tried to get up and run but he grabbed her and threw her down on the floor. He went into the fridge and got out a jar of peanut butter.
“Stay still and this will be over in a few seconds,” Pete explained, “I’m going to take some pictures of you and Oreo having some fun together. This way I know you will always keep your mouth shut,” he said sweetly.
Andie was horrified. Nobody would ever believe she had been raped once they saw these pictures. She tried to run again but Pete backhanded her and she fell to the floor crying in pain. Pete smeared her bruised ass and pussy with peanut-butter and immediately the dog started licking her.
“Slow down dog!” Pete laughed. He took a shot of Oreo licking Andie’s ass then made her stand and squat in front of the dog’s face. Pete’s cum was slowly starting to drip down her leg. He scooped out a glob of peanut butter and pushed it inside her pussy. The dog began licking again, sticking his entire tongue into her swollen snatch and licking up the peanut-butter as well as Pete’s cum. He took a few more photos, then made her lie down on her back. The dog began licking her bruised pussy softly, his wet tongue caressing her abused pussy lips and clit. Andie closed her eyes and lay there ashamed that she was having her pussy licked by a dog and mortified that she was actually enjoying the sensation.
“OK, get on your knees for the last photo,” Pete promised,” and I think I’ll post this one at darkconnections.com so all your friends can see what a dirty little whore you really are.” He chuckled to himself. Andie felt completely numb by now.
“I said get on your fucking knees,” he repeated through clenched teeth.
She slowly obeyed hopeful this would be the last photo. It was then she felt the dog’s paws on her back. She panicked and tried to pull away but Pete knelt down beside her and held her steady. He guided the dog into Andie’s pussy and she screamed in horror. “What’s wrong?” Pete shouted, “You want him to fuck your ass instead? Is that what you want?”
Andie choked out a desperate “no” praying that it would all be over soon. Pete was becoming excited again. He took another photo and then undid his pants. While Andie was being fucked by the dog, Pete shoved his soft dick in her mouth. Andie wept as she felt it stiffening. Oreo was humping her rapidly and she was worried that he would get stuck in her. Pete continued to fuck her throat while murmuring to Oreo what a good dog he is. Suddenly the dog pulled out and trotted away. He sat down in the corner and began licking himself.
“What a nasty fucking whore you are,” Pete laughed, “Not even worthy of being fucked by a dog!” He raped her mouth some more and then stood up.
“Lay on your back bitch.”
Andie rolled over painfully. Pete stood over her face and began jerking his dick. When he finally climaxed his cum splashed all over her lips and face. He took one more photo and then knelt down next to her.
“Now listen Andie. You’re my niece and I love you. What just happened doesn’t change anything OK? It was just a scene.”
Andie glared at him hatefully.
“Go clean yourself up, and don’t say anything to Jonathan,” Pete continued, “He would never take your word over mine anyway, especially if I show him these pictures.” Then Pete and the dog left. Andie was worried that her father wouldn’t believe her because she had been behaving so poorly lately, but if she said nothing she would have to endure Pete brutally raping her whenever he desired. She limped to the bathroom and took a long hot shower. Then she picked up the phone and called her father.
Jonathan came home immediately and Andie told him exactly what Pete had done to her although she was too ashamed to tell him about the dog. Jonathan told her to go lay down and he retired to his office. Andie got in bed and cried softly lamenting that once Pete showed her father the pictures of her being fucked by a dog he would send her away for good.
Jonathan began booting up his home surveillance system. He often used the digital video system to monitor his daughter’s actions while he was at work and had saved several recordings of her playing with herself in the den. The cameras were activated by motion detectors and would start filming whenever there was activity in a certain location of the home. He started watching the outdoor footage first and saw his brother entering and leaving the house exactly as Andie said he had. He went to cam 2, the den. He saw his brother throw Andie on the couch. She was clearly struggling. Jonathan began watching the video from cam 7, the master bedroom. He didn’t want to believe that Pete could do such horrible things to his daughter, but it was all right there on film exactly as she said it was. Andie had been too ashamed to tell her father about the incident with Pete’s dog but Jonathan saw the footage on cam 8. He saw his own brother smearing peanut-butter on his daughter and backhanding her when she tried to get away. Jonathan sat at his desk numbly considering what to do. He had trusted his brother around his most prized possession and Pete had betrayed him in the worst possible fashion. If he had told Andie about the hidden surveillance cameras she possibly could have threatened Pete and maybe saved herself. Jonathan rubbed his hands over his face. He checked the surveillance cams practically every day from work but he had been too busy today. He felt awful for not protecting his daughter. He went to Andie and told her she would never have to worry about Pete bothering her again and she sobbed with relief.
Jonathan bathed Andie, rubbed ice-packs on her tender feet and tucked her into his bed, gently caressing her back until she was asleep. She had begged him not to go to the police since the surveillance video would have to be entered as evidence and then their entire personal lives would be out in the open. She was very concerned about Jonathan’s career, but more than that, she did not want the images of her with the dog to ever be seen. Jonathan told Debra to come over immediately. He explained what had happened and ordered her not to let anybody come into the house. He locked up his office and set out for Pete’s condo.
Pete answered the door surprised to see Jonathan standing there. Jonathan was disgusted to see Pete still wearing the same shirt and jeans he had on in the surveillance video.
“Oh hey Man, what’s up? I was just taking a nap,” he said groggily.
Jonathan looked Pete straight in the eye. “Andie said you forced yourself on her today. She said you raped her, beat her, and caned her feet.”
Pete held his hands up innocently. “Hey! Johnnie, I didn’t rape her. What we did was a totally consensual rape scene. She’s been planning this for weeks man! Seriously! I don’t know why she’s lying to you. When I called to come get the camera she begged me to do the rape scene today!”
“Where’s the camera Pete,” Jonathan asked calmly.
“The... the camera?” he stuttered, his eyes darting toward the dining room. “Damn, I can’t believe she told you about the pictures we took. She must be feeling guilty or something.”
Jonathan followed him to the next room. The camera was on the dining room table. “Johnnie, Andie asked me to take these pictures but I have to warn you, they are pretty fucking graphic. While I was taking a shower she went to the car and got the dog. Next thing I know she’s fucking him. Seriously Johnnie, she’s not the sweet innocent girl you think she is. I had to practically pry her off the dog.”
Jonathan glared at him in disgust then he picked up the camera and removed the memory card. He placed the disk in his pocket and put the camera back down.
“Did you download any of these photos Pete?” Jonathan asked.
“Is this a fucking interrogation? No Johnnie, I did not. I came in and went right to sleep. Your daughter wore me out,” Pete said huffily.
Jonathan struggled to control his anger.
Pete said, “I know you’re not taking sides with her! You’re not going to let some woman come between us are you? I’m your brother. Your flesh and blood. She’s been fucking me for weeks now man. I’ve fucked her in every room of your house John. Come on... She’s just a chick.”
Jonathan calmly explained to Pete how his home security system had recorded every thing that happened. Pete tried to speak but he couldn’t think of a way to talk himself out of the lies he had told. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and rubbed his forehead.
“My daughter needs me and that is the only reason I am not going to kill you today.” Jonathan said coldly. “But if you ever come around my house or near my daughter or Debra again? I will fucking kill you. Do we understand each other Peter?”
“John… I’m sorry,” Pete said choking back tears, “Come on! It was just a scene!”
Jonathan stared at his younger brother disgustedly then he walked to the front door and opened it. He stood facing the street and said, “You are no longer part of my family.”
Jonathan got into his car and placed his pistol in the glove compartment not quite sure whether he was glad he hadn’t used it. He started the car and pulled off into traffic just as his cell phone rang.
“Daddy?” It was Andie. Jonathan assumed she had figured out where he was.
“Yes, Baby,” he answered, happy to hear her voice.
“Is everything OK?” she asked timidly.
“Everything’s fine sweetheart, I’ll be home soon.” He glanced in his rearview mirror.
“OK,” Andie answered. Jonathan could hear the relief in her voice. “Hurry home Daddy.”
“I will Sweetheart…” He clicked the end-call button and watched his bother’s condo fade into the distance.

EPILOGUE

After making several failed attempts at reconciliation with his brother, Peter returned to Barbados and was not heard from again. Although Jonathan could never be sure he hadn’t downloaded the images of Andie, they never did surface.

Andie graduated from college with a degree in marketing and, with the help of Debra, started her own successful catering business.

Jonathan proposed to Debra and soon afterwards they were married in a lavish wedding ceremony. Andie accompanied them on their honeymoon.