Leia rose promptly at 6:30 and stepped into her fuzzy pink slippers. Lizy was still asleep because she was a stupid four year old who didn't have to go to school, so Leia made as much noise as possible as she went into the hall, a satisfied grin carving across her face when she heard the little girl stir and mutter.

Because she had nine siblings, one mother, one father, and a bunch of dumb aunts, there was always a line for the bathroom. Some days it was only a few people long, and other days it was sixteen deep and reached all the way to the head of the stairs. Today, it was, in order: Lemy, Lynn, Lyra, Liena, Luan, Luna, Lacy (Leia's eyes narrowed to slits and hatred filled her), Dad, Lana, Mom, Liby. Mom was bent over her cell phone texting and Liby stared down at her bare feet, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind. Leia rolled her eyes and made a sound of disgust in the back of her throat as she fell in behind her older sister. She hated being close to Liby; she smelled funny. Crossing her arms, Leia impatiently tapped her foot.

The bathroom door opened and Lupa hobbled out, already dressed for the day in the same yellow and green striped skirt and ratty hoodie she wore yesterday. Yucky bitch; she rarely ever changed her clothes. Who does that?

Lemy scurried in and shut the door behind him; the line inched forward. Lupa ambled past, her crutches making a muffled thud thud thud on the carpeted floor. That was the most annoying sound ever, and Leia shot her older sister a dirty look. Lupa was staring straight ahead, but sensed Leia's gaze and turned her head; her brows angled down and her nose crinkled as though she'd glimpsed a particularly loathsome bug scuttling across the kitchen floor. Leia's blood boiled; she couldn't have stopped the comment even now leaving her mouth if she wanted to. "I see you're awake early," she said, "way to get a leg up."

Lupa's face darkened and Leia smirked smugly. The older girl opened her mouth, but closed it and continued on. Leia turned and watched her go, her eyes blazing with abhorrence.

The door opened again and Lemy came out. He passed Leia and spared her a glance that made her feel dirty. Just being in the same house with him made her feel dirty. She'd worked out her plan and she was definitely going to use him, otherwise she'd wish him dead.

One step forward as Lynn entered the bathroom and shut the door. Come on, I have to pee!

She shook her head, but froze when she saw her father lean forward and drape his arms over Lacy's shoulders from behind. She looked up at him with a loving smile, and he gently kissed the tip of her nose, then the corner of her mouth, then full on the lips; Leia's rage grew when she caught a flash of his tongue flicking into her mouth.

That stupid, skuzzy, buck-tooth bitch beat her up yesterday, and Daddy was kissing her. Leia's fingers curled against her hands and her nails dug into the soft flesh of her palms. He should be kissing me.

Presently, he pulled away from Lacy's lips and drew her body against his; she threw her head back and grinned up at look of glowing happiness on her face made Leia dizzy with fury. In that moment, she decided that she was going to fuck her father too...and she was going to do it where Lacy could see. Look at me, I'm Daddy's favorite now…

She smiled wickedly at the thought of Lacy bursting into tears when she saw them.

One by one, each of her relatives used the bathroom and then went downstairs. Finally, it was her turn; by that point Lizy was standing behind her and shuffling restlessly from one foot to the other, her bladder obviously bursting with pee. Leia would take extra long, but she was running low on time and wanted breakfast, so she peed, hurriedly showered (being careful not to get her hair wet, it was already done), then dressed in a pink shirt, purple leggings, and a black half sweater vest over a white shirt. She opened the door, and Lizy was shaking violently, her head thrown back and her hands cupping her crotch. "Do you have to pee?" Leia asked in her fakest, sgariest voice.

Lizy gave a jerky nod.

"What's the magic word?"

"Please," Lizy said and started past, but Leia shot her arms out, her palms coming to rest against the frame in a Christ-like posture.

"Nope."

Lizy looked at her; her eyes were pooled with pleading. "Leia, I really have to go," she moaned.

"Say the magic words."

"I don't know them!"

Leia giggled. "Say 'I'm a blind, dumb, scummy bitch' and I'll let you pass."

"I don't want to say that."

"Then piss yourself."

Lizy bowed her head and sighed, her body still moving from side to side.

"Say it," Leia snarled.

"I-I'm a d-dumb, blind, scummy bitch."

Leia smiled smugly. "'I should have been aborted.''

"I-I should have been a-aborted."

Leia hummed. She still wasn't quite satisfied. An idea occurred to her, and she tilted forward, her eyes filling with madness and her lips turning up in a shark-like grimace. "Slap yourself."

Lizy blinked. "Wh-What?"

"Slap. Your. Self."

Lizy's throat bobbed and tears filled her eyes. "Leia, please…"

"Do it," Leia said tightly.

Seeing no other option, Lizy drew her hand back and slapped herself hard across the face, her open palm connecting with a sharp, meaty sound.

Leia laughed richly. "Alright," she said and pushed past her little sister, "go on."

Downstairs, all of her siblings (sans Lizy and Loan) were sitting at the dining room table with bowls of cereal in front of them. Her Mom and aunts sat around the living room like bags of trash, their dull, vacant eyes pointed at the TV. Sneering at them, Leia went into the kitchen, where three boxes of cereal stood in a line on the counter. She tried the first (Lucky Charms), but it was nearly empty; as was the second; the third, Raisin Bran, was half full. Leia sighed. She hated Raisin Bran, but she poured herself a bowl and topped it with milk anyway; you can't be perfect on an empty stomach.

She carried her bowl into the dining room and sat next to Lyra. She ate silently and slowly as her siblings bantered around her; vapid, inane chatter that made Leia wonder if any of them had a brain. When she was done, she took her dishes into the kitchen and sat them in the sink. She stepped into the dining room just as her father entered. Leia smiled and went to him. "Morning, Daddy!"

"Morning, honey," he said and patted her on the top of the head like a common lapdog. She bore down on her teeth and hugged him around his waist, making sure to press her face against his crotch in a seemingly innocent gesture.

He tensed, then patted her back. "You're affectionate this morning."

"I love you, Daddy," she said and turned. Lacy and Lupa were both looking at her; she stuck out her tongue. Lacy's brows furrowed angrily and one corner of Lupa's mouth twitched up in a sneer.

"I love you too, honey," he said, "now can you let me go? I'm already running late."

Leia released him and stepped aside so he could pass. She was aware of Lacy glaring at her, but she ignored the jock. I'm going to fuck Daddy so good he'll never touch you again, Trench Face. Enjoy your fingers.

In the living room, she grabbed her backpack and went outside; the sun was shining and birds chirped from trees blazing with autumn colors. Crows darted across the cobalt blue sky like specks, and a chilly harvest breeze blew from the west. She hefted her bag over one shoulder and hurried down the walkway, turning left. As she went, she plotted.

Lupa and Lacy walked side-by-side along the sidewalk, Lupa barely keeping up with her sister's angry stride; Lacy's eyes were like flecks of ice and her jaw was clenched so tightly that a vein throbbing visibly in her neck. With every forceful step she took, her Nike bag slapped against her back. Lupa's eyes trailed down to her hands, and yep, they were balled into fists.

She had been like this ever since Leia hugged their father in the dining room. Her face was no longer red and steam no longer (metaphorically) shot from her ears, but she was obviously pissed, and Lipa knew why.

Jealousy.

All of the girls who slept with Dad (Lacy, Lyra, and Liena) got a little jealous of the others from time to time; Lupa figured that was normal in a polyamorous relationship. Add to that Lacy's preexisting hatred for Leia, and you have a recipe for disaster. Leia wasn't having sex with Dad, of course (that wouldn't start until she was at least ten, and only if she 'wanted to'), but when your archenemy hugs the guy you like and sticks her tongue out at you, you're libel to get upset.

Yes, Lupa was aware that the guy was their father; she knew what a fucked up situation it was. She'd never been with him and never would be; so far, she felt no sexual desire whatsoever, but if she ever did, it would not be for a member of her family.

They paused at a side street so a school bus could amble past. Someone shouted "Freaks!' from one of the windows, and Lupa flipped them off. Lacy was too lost in her anger over Dad and Leia to notice.

"So what happened yesterday?" Lupa asked as they got back underway.

"That little bitch got what she had coming," Lacy said tightly.

Well, no shit. "What did she do?"

"Nothing," Lacy replied, "I don't want to talk about her."

Lupa made no further attempt to speak; she knew it would be useless. When Lacy was calm, she planned to sit her down and see if they couldn't come up with an idea for dealing with Leia. Not murder, of course, but something, anything; the little blonde was a total fucking psycho, and she was only getting worse. Maybe they could video tape her and show it to Dad? That might inspire him to get her help. Or maybe they could provoke her to do her thing in front of him, live and in the flesh.

Again, something.

When they reached the school fifteen minutes later, Lacy stormed into a crowd of kids, and Lupa lost her. Oh well. She'd see her in class, and maybe by the time lunch rolled around she would be in a better frame of mind.

At her locker, Lupa put in the combination and took out her history book. She was supposed to bring it home last night and read chapter eight, but she didn't. Oops. She'd pass the upcoming test anyway; history doesn't change from year to year...it's the same now as it was in sixth grade, and fifth grade, and fourth grade: People being cruel and heartless to each other. Violence, bigotry, and just plain meanness is woven through human nature like a damming red thread; it started when the first fish sprouted legs and walked upright and continued all through the ages. It would never cease and never fade until the last living human was exterminated like a weed. That, my friends, is the sum of history.

An image of Leia flashed across her mind. Her little sister, she realized then, embodied all the worst traits of humanity: She was greedy, selfish, vain, egotistical, sadistic, and lacked a fully formed conscious. Sigh. That's sad, isn't it?

How long before she hurt someone?

Lupa blinked. She wouldn't go that far, would she? Bitch or not, she was still only a little girl.

Yeah, well, for now, but little girls grow up - some become doctors, some become nurses, and others become Aileen Wuornos. If Leia's sociopathy was allowed to continue growing unabated, who knew where she would end up. Most serial killers start small, targeting animals before slowly working their way up to humans. If Lupa was right and Leia was a little Ted Bundy in the making (she was), she'd probably be killing people by the time she was in her early twenties.

Actually, by then Lupa would be a thousand miles away, so it wouldn't be her problem. For now, though, it was, and though kids rarely kill, sometimes they do, and Leia was the perfect candidate for doing some Bad Seed shit.

Sigh.

Kind of fucked up that she had to sit here and worry about her six-year-old sister going full Gacy.

If you kill her first you won't have to worry.

Lupa blew a raspberry. Right. Great idea, then after that I can kill my math teacher so I won't fail.

Oh well. If the little bitch wanted to come, let her come. She probably thought Lupa was stupid and didn't suspect a thing, but she wasn't and she did...oh boy, did she ever.

Slamming the door, Lupa turned from the locker and hobbled to class, getting there just before the bell rang. She scanned the faces of her classmates, and found Lacy fuming in her usual spot, her teeth grinding and her hate-filled eyes pointed absently out the window. She didn't acknowledge Lupa as she passed, she didn't even seem to be on planet earth.

When she reached her desk, Lupa dropped into it and sat her crutches aside. The teacher hurried in, a cup of coffee in his hand and a harried expression on his face. Lupa drew a deep breath. Thus begins another funtastic day of learning…

Hooray.

One thing Lincoln liked about Thursdays was he got to leave work early: He hated his job with a burning intensity, and any moment he wasn't there was a good one, even if it meant going home and putting up with shit.

He punched out at three and went to his car, which was parked next to the Dumpster out back. That struck him as an analogy or something for his life, and he frowned as he slipped behind the wheel. Because his life stank? It wasn't so bad. The kids were a handful sometimes, but aren't all kids?

He flashed back to yesterday, him standing over his daughter and lashing her with a belt. A shiver went down his spine and he swallowed hard. Dark guilt clutched his chest. Jesus, really? A fucking belt? What was he thinking?

The answer was simple: He wasn't. He let his temper get the best of him and he crossed a line that should never, ever be crossed. Oh, she deserved to be punished for what she did - physically - but not like that.

He sighed. He was a shit fucking parent and a shit fucking person. He should take this fucking clunker up to one hundred and veer into oncoming traffic. The kids - and his sisters - would be a whole lot better off without him.

Now he was in a dark mood, and as he backed out of the parking space, he started to think about all of his children and their disabilities. He got frustrated with them, he felt overwhelmed by them...but what fucking right did he have? It was his fault they were that way; they didn't ask for this, he thrust it upon them. Sure, his sisters weren't blameless - it takes two to tango unless you're a rapist, and he was most certainly not a fucking rapist - but they were a pack of dumb bitches, he, on the other hand, had a little common sense. He knew, especially after Loan was born, that brother's sperm and sisters' eggs don't mix well, yet he kept on slinging his dick around the house and indulging his perverse appetite.

The way he did now with his daughters.

He sighed again, more deeply this time. One of them was going to catch pregnant one day, and then what? What would that kid look like? How many fucking arms and mental disorders would it have? Probably zero of the former and a dozen of the latter.

And as he held it in his arms, his eyes gazing into it's, he would realize something: He was a monster. Every single thing wrong with that baby, every challenge it faced and every terrible thing that happened to it would be on him...just like Loan's retardation,and Liby's, like Lyra's schizophrenia and Lizy's eye and hand. He did that to them.

Unconsciously, his hands tightened on the wheel and his foot pressed harder on the accelerator. Ahead, the traffic light turned red. Cross traffic was heavy...all he had to do was speed up just a little bit.

Instead, he came to a stop behind a minivan with one of those stick figure family stickers in the rear window. He saw a mama stick, a daddy stick, two kid sticks, and a dog stick. I bet they're not all fucked up like my family. I bet the mama and the daddy aren't brother and sister - they're normal and wholesome and happy, and their kids aren't suffering under the weight of being retarded, deformed, and having shit parents.

A mixture of jealousy, rage, and shame filled him. His kids deserved better...it should be them with a normal life. It should be them with happy, loving, not-fucking-related parents.

Who'd he have to blame for that?

You guessed it: Himself.

The light changed and he drove through the intersection, his heart aching and his eyes pooling with tears he didn't realize were coming. When he got home five minutes later, he pulled into the driveway and sat slumped behind the wheel, too depressed to move. If it were possible to curl up into a ball and wink out of existence, he would have done it. Instead, he got out and went inside, his shoulders bowed and his feet dragging. Luan, Luna, and Lana sat on the couch in front of The Days of Our Lives. Lola was probably out getting fucked by another man, Lynn was still at work, and Lori...who cared?

None of his sister-wives acknowledged him as he went through the living room and into the kitchen. At the fridge, he grabbed a beer, cracked it open, and took a long, grateful swallow. He went back into the living room and dropped into his armchair: On TV, a handsome man swept a big-breasted blonde into a lustful embrace while cheesy soap opera music played. "Dirk is hot," Luan said. Her two cohorts nodded and voiced their agreement. Lincoln took a sip and stole a furtive glance at them.

"I'd do him hard," Luna said.

Lana hummed. "I'd suck his soul out through his dick."

Lincoln's grip tightened on the can. They were doing this on purpose because they knew it pissed him off. Not necessarily that they were talking that way, but the fact that they did it intentionally just to get on his nerves. Little did they know, he saw Ronnie Anne every now and then, and when he said 'saw' he meant 'fucked.' Yeah, how you like that, Lola? Ronnie Anne let's me put it in her ass.

Luan giggled. "If only he were here right now." She gave Lincoln a sinister sidelong glance and ran her hands over her breasts.

"I'd let him bend me over the couch," Luna added with a sly grin. She thrusted her hips.

"I'd let him do things to me that I wouldn't let any other man do," Lana said.

Fire filled Lincoln's chest and he took another drink in a futile attempt to douse it. The girls shared an evil smile and a low whisper. Luan cleared her throat. "I bet he'd actually get me off."

Lincoln snapped; before he knew what he was doing, he twisted around and threw the half-full can directly at Luan's dumb face. It struck her in the chest, white, frothy brew splattering her and the others. They all screamed girlishly. "What the fuck, dude?" Luna demanded.

"Fuck you bitches," Lincoln said, "you want Dirk so bad, get the fuck out of my house and go get him."

"Fuck you," Luan cried, her face flushed with anger.

"This is our house too, Linc," Lana said tightly.

"It's in my name," Lincoln said, "so if you aren't happy here, pack your shit and leave." He got angrilly to his feet and stormed into the kitchen; his entire body was hot and he shook from head to toe. God, he hoped none of them followed, because if they did, he'd knock their head off.

Thankfully, they didn't. "Come on girls," he heard Luan say, "let's go to the spa."

"After I change my clothes," Luna replied, "I smell like Lincoln."

They all laughed cruelly, and Lincoln splayed his hands on the counter. God, I hate those fucking bitches. I hate them, I hate them, I hate them.

"I say we really spoil ourselves," Lana added. "Who has the credit card?"

Oh, great, as if we weren't in enough debt. "I hope you fucking crash!" Lincoln called.

"Then we'll go out for drinks," Luna said, ignoring him. "And find hot dudes to fuck."

"Don't come home, then," Lincoln said.

The only reply was the sound of three cunts going up the took a deep breath and gripped the edge of the countertop so hard his hands ached. Hell..he was in hell. Every incestuous thrust, every load shooting deep into one of his sisters, came back to him, forming a montage of sin. This is why you're where you are, Lincoln, he could hear God or Jesus or Saint fucking Peter saying, you sinned, now you're paying the price. Bitch.

Rage overcame him, and he swept the drying rack onto the floor; plates and glasses exploded, shards dancing away under the fridge and the kitchen table. He wished he never fucked any of those skanks. He wished he'd married Ronnie Anne or Cristina or even fucking Clyde, anyone but the whores he wound up with.

You know what, though? He deserved it.

Suddenly depressed again, he grabbed another beer from the fridge and went back into the living room just as Luna, Luan, and Lana disappeared through the front door. Lana threw a glance over her shoulder and batted her eyelashes. "Don't wait up for us, Lincy."

Lincoln flipped her off.

She laughed mockingly and closed the door behind her, leaving him alone with his demons. Scratch that, all of his demons weren't here right now, unless Lori or Leni's lazy asses were asleep upstairs. Was Loan here? He'd better check.

He got up and climbed the stairs. At the end of the hall he opened Loan's door and poked his head in; both beds were empty. Did Loan have a doctor's appointment today? He racked his brain as he went back downstairs but couldn't remember. Oh well, she wasn't here either way which meant he was totally and utterly alone...which didn't happen often. He intended to enjoy it.

In the living room, he dropped into his chair, took a sip of his beer, and pulled his phone out. He plugged Fhanfhictiondotcom into the search bar and set off to find a good Ace Savvy story to read. He found one, and just started to read when the front door opened. Oh, well, there goes that. He glanced over as Lemy and Leia came through the door, Lola behind them and chattering into her phone. She brushed rudely past the kids and hurried up the stairs. Lemy followed, no doubt itching to look at pictures of fire. Leia closed the door and smirked. "Hi, Daddy," she said; was it his imagination or was there a seductive hilt to her voice?

"Hi, sweetie," he said.

She hesitated, seeming to want to say something else, but instead she went up the stairs. He picked up his phone and went back to his story.

In her room, Leia closed the door and crossed to her closest. She pulled her vest off, unbuttoned her shirt, then slipped out of her skirt. In only her leggings, she rummaged through her clothes, humming as she considered and rejected a dozen different dresses. Finally, she settled on a silky pink nightgown that stopped just above her knees. Would Daddy find it sexy?

Eh, only one way to find out. She peeled her leggings off then slipped the gown over her head, being very careful not to mess up her hair. Next, she looked at herself in the mirror and practiced her bedroom eyes the way she once practiced her smile. In class today, she read a lot of stuff on her phone about sex and how to seduce a man, and she was confident she could do it.

Hm. Should she wear makeup? Probably. She sat at her vanity and carefully applied a touch of eyeliner and a kiss of pink lipgloss. She turned left, then right, then pronounced herself absolutely and stunningly beautiful.

What time was it? She checked her phone. Lacy didn't have practice today, so she would be home in fifteen or twenty minutes.

Perfect.

She was ready to fuck her father.

Getting up, she went to the door, opened it, and slipped into the hall, looking both ways; it stood empty. She crept down the stairs and paused halfway; she leaned over the banister, her pink painted toes digging into the soft carpet. Daddy sat in his chair scrolling through his phone. She smiled maliciously. Here I come, Daddy.

She descended the rest of the way and went to him. He was lost in what he was doing, and didn't notice her. She clasped her hands behind her back and ducked her shoulders left and right, left then right. He still wasn't paying attention, and she inwardly sighed. What was it with her parents and their damn cell phones? Mom was always on hers, Daddy was always on his...they're great but not so great that she could waste her life on one.

Idiots.

Ooooh, shiny object, let me look at it for twenty hours straight.

"Daddy?" she asked. When he looked up, she batted her eyelashes.

"Yeah?" he asked.

She twisted back and forth. "Can I sit with you?"

He blinked, and his eyes darted down to her legs, which made her grin. "Uh...sure," he said guardedly and sat his phone aside. Leia smiled broadly and crawled into his lap. His big, strong hands fluttered to her hips and pulled her close. She threw her arms around his neck and gazed into his eyes. She saw uncertainty there...and shame.

This was going to be easier than she thought.

Hahahahaha!

"Hi," she said, half-lidding her eyes.

"H-Hi," he responded, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "How was your day?"

She shrugged. "It was alright." She leaned close; his breathing was ragged, hot against her face. "But it's wonderful now."

The corners of his mouth twitched up in a nervous smile. "Yes it is."

For a moment they looked at each other, Leia unsure how to proceed. She didn't have the patience to spend all day seducing him, but you have to grease the way, don't you?

Something poked her in the butt, and she frowned slightly. What-? She grinned when she realized what it was: He was hard, which meant he wanted her. Perfect.

"Daddy?" she asked and wiggled against him. His face turned bright red and he licked his lips. "What's that?"

He swallowed, his throat making a clicking sound. "What's what?"

She grinned and swiveled her hips; her butt ground against his rapidly inflating bulge. "That," she asked lowly.

"Nothing," he said.

She hummed. "I like it." She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. His body tensed and his fingers dug into her hips. She grinned and flicked her tongue out, the tip dancing across his lower lip, caressing him, tasting him.

He shuddered and held her away at arm's length; his eyes were pooled with something like fear. "Leia," he said.

"But Daddy," she pouted.

"You're far too young for this," he said. "Plus I-I don't think I should do this with my daughters anymore. It's wrong."

Leia smirked. That's what his lips said, but his dick said something else.

You're weak, she thought disgustedly. He thought he could resist, ha! He could try, but he wouldn't last.

She reached out and touched his face. "But, Daddy," she repeated, "I really want it." She shifted again, and she could feel him growing harder.

"No," he said. He wasn't telling her, he was begging her.

She pushed his hands away and pulled the gown over her head, the soft fabric scraping against her creamy flesh. Her father's breath caught as she tossed it aside and flashed a provocative smile. She was entirely naked now, her flat chest and tiny nipples bared for her father's hungry eyes; his bulge rubbed between her folds, and she felt a slight stirring in the pit of her stomach. Hm, that was new.

Daddy closed his eyes and took a deep, shivery breath through trembling lips. She shifted once more and tilted her head forward. "I love you, Daddy," she said. "With my heart...and my mind...and my body." She welded her lips to his, and he opened them to allow her tongue ingress. For a moment he didn't move, then he kissed her back, his fingers threading through her hair and his hips unconcouslly rocking up, his bulge sliding between her lower lips. His tongue wrapped around hers, and his hands slowly trailed down the side of her face, the sides of her neck, her chest, the warmth of his touch making her flesh tingle. This was actually kind of nice.

His thumbs massaged her nipples, and they began to stiffen as though she were cold...but she wasn't; she was hot, her flesh burning with passion and her core blazing like the center of the sun. She kissed him more deeply and shifted against his erection, her eyes rolling back in her head and her heart slamming so hard it echoed through the chambers of her skull. Daddy's tongue pushed far into her mouth and his fingers moved over her skin, stoking the fire in her loins.

She pulled away from him and gazed into his hazy eyes; his lips were slightly parted and sheened with a mixture of her lip gloss and their mingled saliva. "D-Daddy," she said, surprised at the hitch in her voice. "I want it."

His chest rose and fell as he reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. Leia watched intently as he pulled his zipper down, reached in, and brought it out: Her eyes widened. It was pink, thick, and beautiful. She reached for it, but hesitated.

"Go on," he said breathlessly, "touch it."

She tentatively wrapped her fingers around it; the flesh was soft and silky smooth. It was also hot...so, so hot.

A grin spread across her face and she stroked up, then down, slowly. Daddy threw his head back and groaned. She moved her fingers along his length; a bead of clear fluid formed at his tip and dribbled down. It, too, was hot, and sticky. She smeared it around and giggled at the way he twitched; he reminded her of a dying bug skewered on the blade of a knife, its body trembling as death stole over it. Spearing bugs on sharp things had long been one of her favorite hobbies, so she knew what she was talking about.

She glanced over her shoulder at the clock on the mantle. Lacy should be here any time. She turned back to her father and lifted up; understanding, he pulled his pants and underwear down. She shifted positions, and his tip pressed against her. "Here," he panted and took himself in his hand. He guided himself to her opening and her breath hitched. She started to push herself down, but winced at the sensation of his head spreading her apart.

"Easy," he said, "don't hurt yourself."

She tossed her head back and put her hands on his shoulders. He held her hips and slowly, gently, pulled her down. His member pried her lips apart and slipped past her entrance; it strained painfully against her walls and she moaned. Her hips jerked down and she bit her bottom lip as tears of pain welled in her eyes. "Slow," Daddy panted, "go slow."

A very big part of her wanted to stop, go upstairs, and curl up in bed until the agony subsided, but a much, much bigger part of her wanted to continue, wanted Lacy to see. Decided, she lifted her body up, his length feeling as though it were gutting her and dragging her walls out, then sank down with a long moan.

"Like that," Daddy trembled.

She rose up, then came down again, her hips flush against his and his tip painfully spearing her cervix. He shook and wrapped his arms around her, shoving his lips to hers and kissing her greedily. She kissed him back as she forced herself into a slow but steady rhythm. His fingers crawled up and down her back, from her flexing shoulder blades to the cleft of her butt. Her body shivered as she increased her speed. The pain had faded and each downward stroke, each brush of his penis along her walls, sent embers of pleasure into the center of her stomach.

The kiss broke and she rested her forehead against his, their hot breaths mingling as she went faster still. "You f-feel so g-good, Daddy," she said.

"So do you," he moaned.

Leia bore down on her bottom lip as a strange sensation flooded her stomach. "It feels like something's coming," she gasped.

"Let it come," Daddy whispered, "let it come, sweetie."

Crackling heat exploded in her stomach and she cried out. Daddy held her tightly, and his penis expanded in her, making her wince. She turned her head toward the front door, and Lacy was there, her mouth stupidly agape and her eyes as big as dinner plates. Lupa stood next to her, her feeatures twisted in disgust.

Leia locked eyes with Lacy and smirked as her father's seed blasted into her. Her eyelids fluttered and she let out a long, shaky "Oooooooh…"

Daddy's hips rocked forward and he sputtered. "I-I love you, Leia."

Looking her sister dead in the eyes, Leia smiled. "I love you too, Daddy."

Lacy's face turned scarlet and her jaw set. She shook slightly, and Leia snuggled her head into the crook of her father's neck.

Tears filled the older girl's eyes; she pushed rudely past Lupa and stormed up the stairs, her feet pounding on the treads. Leia craned her neck to watch her go, then looked at Lupa. Lupa sneered and shook her head slowly.

"I'm all sticky now," Leia giggled.

"Me too," Daddy laughed.

She touched his face and looked into his eyes. "Can we take a bubble bath together?"

Daddy smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. "You got it."

Lupa rolled her eyes and started up the stairs.

I hope you fall, bitch, Leia thought as she watched her, and I hope you die.