As a wise, yellow man once said: Another day, another nickle.

At least that's how Lincoln Loud felt as he piloted his ancient 2020 Prius home from the office on a Friday afternoon in mid-May. Tall and lanky with a growth of stubble on his chin and his tie loosened, top button of his white shirt undone, he looked like a drunk fresh off a three day bender. In his defense, the work week had kicked his ass up one side and down the other, starting the moment he walked in on Monday morning and not letting up until he crawled out this afternoon. If you've ever seen a cartoon where a bunch of characters get into a fight and it turns into a big dust cloud with fists and feet sticking out, that's what Lincoln's week was like, and had been since he became team project manager. He was essentially in charge of a dozen people, all their projects, three accounts, communicating with clients, resolving issues, and generally everything. It felt like he was in charge of everything.

He took the position last month when his boss, Ms. Angle, offered it to him, believing that the boost in salary would make it all worthwhile. In a tangible way, it had, he supposed, but damn, he really had to bust ass for that extra income. So much so that he was beginning to think he'd rather hand it off to someone else and go back to holding down a cubicle. It made less money but he, Lucy, and Lynn made out okay.

Still, providing for a household of five - himself, Lucy, Lynn, and their daughters, Lupa and Lacy - was pretty expensive. None of his girls was a big spender like Lola, who could spend hours buying shoes and handbags, but a dollar didn't seem to stretch as far as it did when he was a kid. Hell, back then you could still get penny candy from one of those bubble machines outside the grocery store. These days that same handful of brightly colored tooth rot went for fifty cents. To be fair, the main reason he took the raise was that he wanted to take the girls on a family vacation. They had never been able to do that before and he was egar to make it happen. At first he was planning an old school road trip to the Grand Canyon, like the one his parents took him and his sisters on when he was a kid, but honestly, he wanted to go on a cruise.

Lincoln had always been fascinated by ships and the sea. He grew up on Johnny Depp in Pirates of the Carribean and played copious amounts of Asassin's Creed: Black Flag on the old PS3 Bobby, Lori's boyfriend, gave him when he was eleven. Lincoln loved the the idea of sailing the high seas, totally free, adventurous, seeing distant and exotic ports of call. Unfortunately, in the year 2040, every place was charted and known, there were very few exotic locales anymore. A cruise through the Carribran would only take you to the most exhausted tourist spots that everyone's seen and been to. You wouldn't get a good feel for the local culture unless you went out of your way to go off the beaten track.

Oh well, he still wanted to go on a cruise.

Cruises, of course, were expensive, and being the cautious and judicial person that he was, he saved a little at a time. At the rate he was going, they'd probably be able to shove off sometime next winter, either right after Christmas or in early January. Actually, January wouldn't work since the girls had school. Well, if they didn't do Christmas, they'd do spring break, which was some time in March, he thought, or at least it used to be, if he recalled correctly. He would have to double check and then put in for that time off well in advance, that way he could be almost guaranteed to get it off.

That, however, was a worry for another day. Right now, he was tired, sore, and looking forward to being away from the office - and his email - for the next two days. He might even call in sick on Monday to squeeze in an extra day of rest and relaxation. Eh, he probably shouldn't do that. He was the lynchpin that kept the project together, without him it would likely fall apart. And even if it didn't, it would look really bad on his part to take a day off. He had about ten sick days saved up but he didn't dare take them. In a high pressure environment like the one in which he worked, you gotta keep on truckin' even if you're sick or hurt. That's just the way it goes. He wasn't just some randomly employee anymore. He was almost management, and if he did good here, there was no telling how far he could go in the company. One day he could even be the CFO and live in a mansion.

#Goals.

Anyway, it was after five and the light was beginning to weaken and fade. Orange brilliance shone through the budding trees up and down the street and kids, freedom from school, rode bikes, played hopscotch, and chased each other across well maintained parcel lots fronting small ranch houses. This neighborhood had been mostly built in the sixties and seventies and well looked it, with split foyers and vintage fittings abounding. In his own house, a two level with an attached garage, the kitchen floors were linoleum and all of the colors were earthy tones of brown and orange. To be fair, the place had been updated since it was built in 1972 but Lucy wanted to go "retro" and he and Lynn let her have her way. As a kid, Lucy watched so many horror movies from the seventies and eighties that she absorbed the astetic of those decades as her own. She was more comfortable with shag carpeting and wood grain than she was with anything modern.

It was weird, but hey, we all have our excenticities. In his home office, Lincoln had a massive painting of a fleet of 18th Century warships in rough waters, waves and cannonballs in every direction. If he had his way, all of the paintings in the house would look like that, and all of the knicknacks would have a nautical theme. Life perservers on the wall, rope netting on the bathroom ceiling. He tried that one and Lucy kept getting stuck in it like a fly in a web. Finally, one day he came home and it was gone, shoved into a plastic trash barrel at the curb. Oh well. He bought it at a yard sale for five bucks and you know what they say: Easy come, easy go.

Ahead, the house appeared. It was the last one of the left, at the end of a cul-de-sac that Lincoln couldn't help thinking of as Grove Street, from one of the old Grand Theft Auto games. Lucy's ancient station wagon and Lynn's pointy, unappealing Tesla Cybertruck were both parked in the canted driveway, leaving just enough room for Lincoln to squeeze by and drive up into the garage.

Lincoln parked in the space left to him between the work bench and a mountain of cardboard boxes with various labels, all in faded black marker. HALLOWEEN. CHRISTMAS. BABY CLOTHES. COMIC BOOKS. Lucy and Lynn used to badger Lincoln about getting rid of his old comic collection (which totaled around 1,300 volumes) but Lincoln stood firm. He had not read a comic book in almost fifteen years and really had no interest in reading comics anymore, but they were an important part of his childhood identity and he didn't think he could part with them. Not yet, anyway. Every year they meant less and less to him. They were only paper and ink. The good times he had with them were not in some dusty box next to old toys that Lupa and Lacy played with as babies, they were in his heart and mind.

Killing the engine, Lincoln got out, left the garage, and hit the button ro the right of the entrance. An unseen motor coughed into life and the big roll top door began to come down, shaking and wheezing like an old man the entire time. When it finally clattered down, Lincoln went around the side of the garage, up the flagstone walk, and to the covered porch, where wind chimes tinkled in the warm spring breeze. He produced his key, then hesitated and tried the door.

It was unlocked.

Damn it, Lucy, it's not the seventies anymore, you can't just leave your door unlocked. A cocaine bear might get in or something.

As expected, Lucy and Lynn were waiting by the door for him, standing side by side, Lynn in a red top and jeans and Lucy in a black dress. As soon as he came through the door, they each gave him a hug, a kiss, and a welcome home. "How was your day?" Lucy asked.

Lincoln put his arms around both of their waists and led them into the living room. "Crap, like always." He looked around. "Where are the girls?"

Lynn grinned. "Oh, you mean your slutty little pets?"

Tilting her head slightly back, Lucy called out: "Girls, your father's home. Come give him the welcome he deserves."

For a moment, nothing happened, the house was quiet and seemingly deserted save for the three adults standing in the middle of the living room. Then, the sound of thumping came from the stairs as Lacy and Lupa made their way to daddy. They rounded the corner and appeared from the hall, both of them on their hands and knees. Lacy wore a pair of floppy dog ears, an orange shirt, and black panties that showed off her toned and rounded butt. Lupa wore cat ears, an orange shrit, and knee high orange socks. They both also had little tails affixed to their back sides. Lacy's was brown, Lupa's was orange with black stripes. Lincoln smiled at his lovely daughters as they pawed at his crotch, Lacy panting heavily and Lupa purring and meowing.

"Oh," Lincoln said with a smile, "I wasn't aware my daugthers became this lovely and slutty pets."

Lacy smiled up at him. "We have been very good girls. So we want our Master daddy, to give us our prize."

Running his fingers through his daughter's soft, silky hair, Lincoln lidded his eyes and bit his lower lip. "Oh really, have you been that good?"

Lucy crossed her arms: "Oh yes dear they have definitely gain their prize"

Lupa nodded. "Yeah and we know just what we want the first part of or reward to be." She ran her hand lightly over the bulge of his crotch and slipped her fingers beneath his belt. Lacy tried to undo it onehandedly, the way she had seen her mother do a thousand times before, but she was still young and inexperienced, and had to use both hands. In fact, it took both her and Lupa to get it off, whereupon Lupa yanked it out of the loops of his pants. Kneeling before him, they held the belt out to him like an offering to a kind and wise god.

"We wamt you to use this," Lupa said suggestively.

"Please?" Lacy added.

Record scratch, freeze frame.

This is Lincoln Loud here, cutting in as your humble narrator. I bet you, the audience, are wondering what in the frick is going on here and just what exactly it is my slutty little pets (AKA my daighters) want me to do with my belt. Well, that's kind of a long story, but it's one that I like to tell and think about, so I don't mind going back over it. You see, it all started when…


Lincoln was eleven when his torrid and long term affair with Lucy and Lynn began. The former was eight and the latter thirteen. Of all his sisters, he was closest to them, as he often helped Lucy with her poetry and played ball in the backyard with Lynn when no one else would. His sisters all agreed that he was kind, caring, and considerate - basically Jesus Christ with white hair - and Lincoln couldn't lie: He enjoyed having such a glowing reputation. He wasn't egotistical, but he did like having his ego occasionally stroked just like anyone else.

Anyway, it all started, for real, one day when he and Lynn were playing football in the backyard. He snapped the ball and Lynn snatched it out of the air. She had tackled him a thousand times that day and he wanted to return the favor. Luckily for him, she wasn't expecting him to charge her, and he managed to catch her off guard. He hit her hard and knocked her to the ground, landing on top of her and pinning her to the grass. After all the hits he had taken, he wanted to make this one count, so when she started to wiggle and try to break free, he held her in place. She moved right, and he moved right. She kicked and thrash and he slapped his hands on her chest to keep her down.

Something strange happened then. The friction of their bodies rubbing together…felt kind of good. Lincoln's hand brushed one of Lynn's breasts and she sucked a shocked gulp of air. Feeling awkward, Lincoln stopped, and they stared at each other. Lincoln moved his hips and powerful sensations radiated out from his groin. Lynn panted and moved her hips as well. Slowly, they began to lightly rub against each other, the bulge of Lincoln's erection prodding the soft spot between Lynn's thighs, and Lynn's breasts bouncing beneath his hands with the force of her heartbeat. They were both red faced and breathless, and Lincoln felt the strongest urge to mold his lips to hers, to taste her mouth and run his hands over her whole body.

Lynn must have had a similar thought, because her eyes widened with fight, and they pulled apart from each other. Lynn sat up and Lincoln made a show of looking down at the ground and rubbing the back of his neck. "I, uh, I gotta go. Clyde's, uh…calling me."

"Yeah, me too," Lynn said. "I mean…I just remembered I have, uh, thing…" she hooked her thumb over her shoulder for emphasis.

Without another word, they scurried off in opposite directions, Lincoln to his room and Lynn to only God knows where. As much as he tried to put the whole awkward situation out of his mind, he couldn't; he kept thinking of Lynn and of how it felt to be on top of her. It took him almost a week to be comfortable enough to jack off to the memory, and almost another week to decide he wanted to do it for real. Meanwhile, he and Lynn were always awkward around each other, and he would often catch Lynn looking at him. In her eyes, he could see that she was just as aroused and intriqued by the whole thing as he was.

One Saturday night, Lincoln couldn't sleep because Lynn was on his mind, so he got up and crept into her room. He sat on the edge of her bed and she rolled over to face him, startling him. "Hey," he said.

"Hey," she replied. Her face was obscured in shadows but when she moved, her brown eyes sparkled in the moonlight. "What's up?"

Lincoln shrugged one shoulder. "Not much, I just…" he hesitated, the spat it out. "I wanted to talk about…you know…what happened the other day."

Lynn was silent.

"I, uh…" he rubbed the back of his neck. "I kind of…liked it."

He flicked his eyes to Lynn's. She was gazing up at him. "Me too," she said. She took his hand and guided it to her breast. Through the fabric of her shirt, it was warm and soft and rounded. Lincoln swallowed hard and massaged her with his fingertips. She parted her lips and threw her head back, as if offering herself to him. He took that offer and climbed onto her. He kissed her throat and ran his fingers through her hair as they began to thrust their hips together. Only their underwear separated them and he could feel his tip pushing in the fabric of her panties, giving her a camel toe. Lynn spread her legs and lifted her butt, thrusting into him. Lincoln went faster and threaded his fingers through hers, pinning her arms above her head in a V. He kissed her neck, her chin, and the corner of her mouth before shoving his tongue into her mouth. She whipped her head to the side almost immediately and began to pant. "Stop, stop…something's happening, I…"

Lincoln couldn't stop, and Lynn's words broke off in a wordless and muffled cry. Her body shook and jerked and Lincoln felt himself starting to cum. He tried to hold back but his load exploded from his cock and filled his underwear in a molten deluge. They both fell limp, and Lincoln lay on top of Lynn as he caught his breath, his lips pressed to her pounding pulse and her ragged breathing filling his ear.

That night began their torrid love affair. They slowly progressed from dry humping to exploring one another's bare bodies, then, finally, to full blown penetrative sex. Little did they know that Lucy watched them every time. She soon approached Lincoln and asked if they could "do the wicked and delightfully sinful things that you do with Lynn."

Their first time, Lincoln climbed on top of Lucy and kissed her neck as he rubbed his cock against her wet and swollen pussy. Lynn knelt by the bedisde and egged him on, telling him to "fuck that little girl like a grown woman." Lost in passion, Lincoln obliged, pounding Lucy until her knees shook and she couldn't think straight.

After that, Lucy and Lynn formed a little mini harem around their brother. Social mores had changed greatly by the time they were in their early twenties. They came out to their family and even though some of them found it weird and gross, they nevertheless continued to love and support them. They set up house and had Lacy and Lupa. Lupa was a very intelligent and caring girl who had a problem with authority. She got good grades but constantly clashed with her teachers and got into fights with other kids. She also had a bad habit of smoking in the girls' room. Lucy and Lincoln had both begged her not to, and even though she promised she wouldn't, she'd get stressed out and duck in for a quick. Lucy and Lincoln were at a loss for what to do. They had tried nothing and were fresh out of ideas.

Lacy, on the other hand, was kind of the polar opposite. She never caused any problems and was generally liked by everyone who knew her, teachers and classmates alike, but she struggled with her grades. It's not that she was less intelligent than Lupa, it's that when it came to studying, she was kind of lazy. She'd rather play volleyball with her friends at the park or play GTA 5 online. Lincoln played with her once and was surprised how seriously she took her role as a server cop. She literally railroaded, killed, and wrongfully imprisoned anyone she even suspected of breaking the rules, and she did it with a smile.

LOL, that aside, they were both good kids and Lincoln and his sisters loved them to death.

Somewhere along the way, Lucy and Lynn both developed BDSM fetishes. Maybe they always had them and they were just too shy to bring them up earlier. Who knew? Either way, they both loved being beaten and dominated. At first Lincoln wasn't too comfortable with the whole thing, but he gradually got into it. Two or three times a week, Lincoln and his sisters would retreat to the special torture dungeon hidden off the basement and proceed to carry out long and steamy BDSM sessions, with Lincoln whipping their leather clad asses with whips and things. They both loved being tied up and "raped." Lucy in particular liked it when he cuffed her hands in front of her, forced her to bend over, and hiked her dress up around her hips. Lynn, more than Lucy, was into butt stuff and loved it when Lincoln fucked her ass and came in it. Chances are, if you saw her walking around with a big wet patch on the seat of her pants, it was just his spunk leaking out of her ass.

Lincoln really enjoyed these sessions and looked forward to them all week. His sisters calling him "master" was music to his ears, and the feeling of their soft, delicate throats being throttled in his hands made him so hard it hurt. He loved spanking them and putting things inside of them. He loved beating and hitting them, he loved making them beg for his milk like a couple of starving cats.

As they approached puberty, Lupa and Lacy began to have something of a crush on their father. Their mothers talked endlessly about what a great and amazing and handsome man he was, and told them again and again that they needed to find men "like daddy." Lynn was, perhaps, a little too open with her daughter, and when Lacy inevitably asked about the proverbial birds and the bees, Lynn told her everything, not just about sex itself but about sex with Lincoln. She went on and on about how amazing it felt and how much she loved him. "It feels sooooo good and brings us so much closer together."

That night, Lacy went into Lupa's room and sat on her sister's bed. She related everything Lynn had told her and Lupa, scrolling through her phone, made an interested sound. "Mom didn't tell me all that," she said. "She kind of glossed over it when we had The Talk. It was awkward and uncomfortable for both of us and I'm glad she didn't go into detail."

"Yeah, but, I mean…it sounds greally great, you know? Like the best thing ever."

Lupa paused to consider that for a moment. She normally kept an unflappable and stoic facade, but here it crumbled a little. From what Lacy had said, it did sound like the best thing ever, and the more she turned it over in her mind, the more she felt…well…strange, all warm and flustered. Like Lynn, Lucy sang the praises of Lupa's father up and down, telling her daughter that he was the most kind, intelligent, and gentle man on the face of the earth. When she first began to look at boys in "that" way, she took her mother's advice and tried to crush on boys who were like her father, but Lincoln Loud was so incredible in every single way that finding someone like him. Why even bother with a pale imitation when the real, genuine article was right there in front of her?

She realized in some sort of vague way that having a crush on your own father wasn't exactly normal, but it also wasn't the worst thing in the world anymore. Society was more accepting of incestosexuals than it used to be. The prevailing attitude was that you could and should do whatever you want so long as it doesn't hurt anyone else. Granted, you could still go to jail for, say, having sex in public or for having sex with minors (including your own daughters), but it wasn't the horrible taboo that it had once been.

For the next week, Lupa found herself thinking about her father more and more. Unconciously, she was having many of the same thoughts and feelings that her mother had had nearly twenty years ago.

Lacy, too, was having those thoughts and feelings, but kept them to herself, too embarrassed of admitting how turned on the idea of being "with" her father made her. Like Lincoln many years before her, she tried to resist the urge, but wound up touching herself to the mental image of a family member anyway. She had never been a particularly imaginative person but the thoughts of her father's rough yet gentle hands caressing her soft and supple body made her so hot that she thought she was going to explode. She found that squeezing her legs together when she felt like this felt really good. She gradually progeessed from doing that to rubbing herself through her underwear. Doing so made her hot, wet, and shaky, and she always stopped herself when she felt the pressure building in her loins because she thought she was about to pee.

With her newfound (or newly admitted) attraction to her father, she began to look at him in a new light. She also gave up most of her free time - which she spent on sports with friends and video games rather than trying to pump her grades up - sticking close to him. There were a few times when he was sitting on the couch after work that she crawled into his lap and snuggled up to him. She did this several times before she was brave enough to take it to the next level. She put on an oversized T-shirt, pulled her underwear down, and stepped out of them. She was entirely naked beneath the thin fabric of her shirt and the warmth of her father's closeness on her almost bare skin made her heady with delight. With his arms around her and her butt pressed against his crotch, she started to get really wet. Her face flushed red and her entire body smoldered from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She did her best to wiggle and grind against him without being obvious about it, but she was so inexperienced that she couldn't do it, and he asked her multiple times if she was okay. "She has a hemorrhoid," Mom told him one night.

Horror filled Lacy. "No I don't!' she spat.

Mom responded with a smug little smirk. Lacy had the feeling that Mom knew exactly what was going on and just wanted to embarrass her in front of Dad. That was pretty messed up if true, but that was Mom for you.

Every night, Lacy would think about her father in bed, and inevitably she would touch herself. She started to sneak out of bed at night and peek into her parents' bedroom in hopes of catching them having sex; she wanted to see her father in action. Was he really as good as Mom said he was? Was having sex with him as mind blowing as Mom made it out to be? Unfortunately, she only ever caught them sleeping, but every so often, she would find their bed empty. Where were they? She knew nothing about Mom, Dad, and Aunt Lucy leaving the house at night and their cars were still in the driveway, which told her that they were here. She started to investigate but found them nowhere. No the attic, not the basement, not in the yard, nowhere, it was like they had all just vanished into the ether. One night, however, she found a secret door in the basement and eased it open. What she saw shocked her: Mom and Aunt Lucy on their hands and knees, chained up and dressed in leather while Dad stood over them with a whip. He lashed the flesh of their backs and butts and they both moaned around the red rubber ball gags in their mouths. Lacy's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and her jaw fell open with a clack. The room was stone and lit by torches jutting from the walls, reminding her of a Midevil torture dungeon she had seen once in a movie. There were tons of props and things - a type of swing, a stockade, and other types of equipment that she could not name but vaguely knew to be torture devices.

What in the name of holy Jesus was going on in here?

Lacy observed this strange and alarming ritual for a long time before deciding that whatever it was, Mom and Lucy loved it. She watched the joy and rapture on their faces as Dad beat them. Then when he fucked them, they cried out his name and jerked like they were being peppered with a volley of bullets. Late on, Lacy would find out that this sort of thing was called BDSM. She was intriguqed by it and would often spy on her parents as they did weird and painful things to each other. She found herself wishing that she could be in her mother's spot, totally helpless, prostrate, and vulnerable at the feet of her father, naked and totally at his will. He could do anything that he wanted to her and she would be powerless to stop him…not that she would ever want to.

She kept her little nightly excursions to herself, but the glory and majesty of the good thing that she had found - namely BDSM and a way to spy on her father having sex - was simply too good to keep to herself, so she went to her sister Lupa and told her everything.

Lupa listened to Lacy's long and excited tale, and though she kept a cool facade, her interest was more than piqued. She, of course, had noticed the way Lacy acted around their father and she was a little jealous of the way they would snuggle together on the couch. She wanted to do the same thing, but she stopped herself because she knew that she would feel like an idiot if she tried. She wasn't exactly the snuggling sort. Lacy was because Lacy was Daddy's Little Girl and always had been. No, she wasn't pink and frilly but she was totally the type who ran to daddy for things.

Even so, despite all of that, Lupa really wanted her father's physical affections. She, took, often thought of what it would be like to have sex with him. In her fantisies, which she would spin for hours at a time in exacting and excruciating detail, always featured her in a submission role to her much more experienced father. She loved the idea of being underneath as he touched, stroked, and licked her body, teaching her slowly and passionately how sex worked. She knew the mechanics from the awkward and half hearted conversation she had had with her mother, but the best way to learn something new is by getting out there and doing it.

And boy, did she want to do it.

She had never been attracted particularly to BDSM but she did like the idea of being submissive to her father the way Lacy described Mom and Aunt Lynn being. She had a vague and ill formed idea of what BDSM even was and wanted to know more about it. She said so and Lacy nodded eagerly. "They usually do it every Monday, Friday, and Saturday. Usually. The next time they do it should be tomorrow. We can go together."

So the next night, they sneaked out of their room and looked for their parents.

Lincoln, Lucy, and Lynn were not in their beds.

"They're in the Dungeon," Lacy said in an almost mystic and reverent tone. "Come on."

Lupa followed her sister through the darkened house and down the basement stairs. There was a section of wall under which shone a very faint and feeble flickering light. Lupa looked at Lacy and Lacy grinned. "Pretty cool, huh? I would never have known this room was here."

"Neither would I," Lupa admitted.

Lacy pressed a secret panel and the door popped open just a crack. Lacy pushed it open enough for them to peer in, and Lupa pressed her face to the gap. She was shocked by the things she saw her father doing to her mother and aunt, but also aroused. She and Lacy both watched with red faces and drooling mouths. Lupa wanted him to do all of those things to her, to dominate her, to break her like a wild horse. Later on, after she and Lacy had sneaked back off to bed, she lay awake looking at the shadows spreading across the ceiling. She ran back everything she had seen through her head and rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow. "You awake?" she asked.

"Yeah," Lacy said instantly, sounding clear headed and like sleep was the farthest thing from her mind.

"I can't stop thinking about it," Lupa said. There was no need to specify what "it" was. Lacy knew full well what her sister was referring to.

Sighing, Lacy said, "Welcome to my world. I've been thinking about it for, like, weeks now."

Lupa opened her mouth to say something, but stopped herself. She wasn't sure exactly what she was going to say, but it fled away when an idea occured to her. It was delightfully simple…as most of the answers to life's problems are. Lupa was smart and could come up with intricate and convoluted plots and pull them off, but usually, she found, the easiest answers we the best answers. "Why don't we just…do it?" she asked.

Lacy was quiet. "Like…with Dad?"

"Yeah," Lupa said.

It took a few days for them to gather up the courage to approach him but finally they did, finding him on the couch watching TV while both of their mothers were conveniently away. Lupa followed Lacy's lead and put on an oversized T-shirt (hers black) with nothing underneath. They both crawled into their father's lap and each straddled a leg. Lupa could feel the rough fabric of his jeans against her delicate and sensitive vagina, and it was enough to set her heart racing.

"Hey," Dad said, pleased but oblivious, "this is a surprise."

"Hi, Daddy," Lacy said and hugged his neck. "We need to talk to you."

They both leaned in, arching their backs and pressing their tiny breasts against him. He looked from one to the other, confusion beginning to creep into his eyes. "About what?"

"We know what you and our moms do in that secret little room in the basement," Lacy said.

Now he looked afraid.

"And we want you to do the same thing with us," Lupa said.

Lincoln was shocked not only by the admission that they had discovered the dungeon but that they also wanted to have sex with him. As carefully and gently as he could, he turned both of them down and retreated to his room. Later, he told Lucy and Lynn what had happened, and they both grinned at him. "This isn't funny," he said.

They thought otherwise. They both saw themselves in their daughters and understood the feelings and desires that they were going through."You should do it, Linc," Lynn said. "Maybe getting laid will help Lacy with her grades."

At first that sounded dumb, but the more Lincoln thought about it, the more he liked the idea. He desperately wanted his daughter to get better grades and to succeed in life. If he could use this as a way to help her…

Plus, they really wanted it, and he was a total sucker for his little girls. You could even say he spoiled them.

One day, he sat Lupa and Lacy down at the kitchen table and explained that he would do it but only if Lacy brought her grades up and kept them up for at least six months. That lit a fire under her ass and under Lupa's as well. Lacy now wanted to study and Lupa wanted to help her. To Lincoln's surprise and delight, their deal had an instant impact, and Lacy's grades skyrocketed. At the end of the six months, Lacy was almost honor roll material.

Lincoln was very proud of her.

"Now," he said, "you get your treat."

Since she had improved so much, he had sex with her first. He laid her down in her bed and made love to her, with plenty of touching, stroking, and kissing. With one slow stroke, he took her virginity and made her cry out his name. Next was Lupa. Their sex was much the same. He went slow and took his time, teaching her everything she needed to know with patience, love, and understanding. After he was done, both girls snuggled up to him peacefully and happily and fell into a lazy, drowsy post coital sleep.

As fate would have it, as soon as Lacy got what she wanted, her grades started to slip again. She went from getting almost straight As back down to Cs and Ds. Lupa also kept getting into trouble for fighting. She always had some excuse for why so and so just had to get punched. One day about three months ago, they both got into major trouble on the same day. A double header, if you will. Lacy flunked a very important test and Lupa was caught smoking in the bathtoom…sigh…again.

Luckily for them - or maybe for Lincoln - his old friend Clyde was the principal of the school. He had both girls sent to his office and called Lincoln. Lincoln came down to the school for a meeting and sat in Clyde's office with his daughters. "I don't understand it, but Lacy's grades went up…and then back down," Clyde said. "She's not turning in her homework, she's not completing her assignments…if this keeps up, I'll be forced to flunk her and she'll have to repeat grades."

Lupa was worse. Clyde had been taking it easy on Lupa given his friendship with Lincoln, but the fights and smoking were getting to be too much. Most of her teachers wanted her expelled and Clyde's hands were becoming increasingly tied. He believed in giving second chances (especially to the children of his close personal friends, of course) so he only gave her a two week suspension. "If she gets into trouble one more time," Clyde warned, "I won't be able to do anything to help her. I'll have to expel her."

At home, Lincoln told Lynn and Lucy. Lynn was very disappointed in Lacy. "I've seen her playing video games and stuff," Lynn said, "but I thought her grades had straightened out."

"So did I."

"Lacy,...you need to do better," Lynn told her daughter.

Lacy hung her head in shame, sad and upset that she had let her parents down.

Unlike Lynn, Lucy wasn't disappointed…she was furious. She loomed over Lupa like a mighty oak, shaking as she screamed. "Your father and I have told you a thousand times to cut it out, but you keep doing it."

Lupa made the mistake of rolling her eyes, and Lucy hauled off and smacked her. Lupa's head snapped to one side and spittle flew from her lips. Instantly, an angry red handprint began to form on her cheek. Lucy reared back for another strike but Lincoln caught her back the wrist. "Whoa, Luce, settle down. Violence is not the answer."

"We've tried everything else," Lucy said, "maybe a good spanking will set her little ass straight."

Lucy broke away from Lincoln, snatched Lupa up by the ear, and dragged her up the stairs to Lupa's room. Lincoln tried to stop her, but Lynn cut in. "She's right, you know. Lacy could probably use a spanking too."

In Lupa's room, Lucy stripped the girl out of her shorts, leaving her only in a tank top and panties, and sat on the edge of Lupa's bed, She forcibly bent Lupa over her knees and started to spank her. Lupa jerked and let out pained sounds. Slowly, however, they began to mix with what Lucy reconized as moans of pleasure. When Lupa's ass was red, Lucy let her up. Lupa stood before her looking ashamed. Without warning, Lucy slipped her hand between her daughter's legs and felt slick dampness. Her panties were virtualy soaked. "You liked that?" Lucy asked.

Blushing and not making eye contact, Lupa nodded.

An idea came to Lucy.

Later on, she talked to Lynn and Lincoln. They agreed that Lincoln would stop any and every sexual act with his daughters until they improved…for good. The next day, they announced the punishment to the girls. Zero sex with daddy until they got in line.

That was the worst punishment either of the two could imagine. Over the past couple months they had both come to love and worship their father's cock just like their mothers, and the idea of being deprived of it, of being denied the one thing that they both truly loved, was so horrible that they were both in tears, begging and promising to do better.

"You have to prove to us that you'll change," Lynn said.

"We will," Lupa begged, "we promise."

"Yeah," Lacy added.

"Then show us," Lucy said.

They were backed to the wall, cornered, stuck between a rock and a hard place. They had to prove to their family that they would change for the better and put their past sins behind them. That night they lay awake in bed and talked. They were so committed that they would help one another in any way that they could because their future with their father depended on both of them succeeding in their goals.

From that point forward, Lupa and Lacy were constantly together, helping the other. Lupa really cracked down on Lacy's studies and they would spend entire evenings. The first time around, Lacy memorized a lot of stuff, but Lupa found that she didn't really process it. This time around, Lupa made sure that Lacy actually understood everything she was learning, not just getting by on rote memorization alone. For her part, Lacy stuck by Lupa throughout most of the school day, acting as her voice of reason and the proverbial angel on her shoulder, constantly reminding her that fighting wasn't worth it, that she couldn't smoke in school and that her cigarette cravings could wait. "It's either the cigarettes or Dad," Lacy said.

Lupa took a deep breath and let it out slowly, evenly. "Right," she said, "you're right."

Getting through the day without a shot of nicotine was hell and made Lupa extra grumpy. She managed to not fight or talk back, but she didn't know how much longer she could hold out. She was headed for an explosion and if she didn't do something to take the pressure off, she'd do something stupid and blow her chances with Dad.

Thankfully, Lacy realized this and surprised Lupa with a gift. A vape pen. She could take hits here and there throughout the day without arousing too much suspicion. It was water vapor and not smoke so it wouldn't trip any smoke alarms, and didn't have a strong smell. It would be easier, therefore, to hide. Lupa was endlessly grateful. It wasn't as good as cigarettes but it still got her through the day.

Gradually, Lupa and Lacy both began to make progress. Lacy's grades improved again and Lupa no longer got into trouble for smoking or fighting. In fact, the more that time went on, the less her desire to do either one of those things. The little things that used to really get under her skin no longer bothered her. The things that did in fact bother her didn't bother her quite as much. Lacy taught her to take adeep reath and count to ten before replying or making any other type of response. That way she would be calmer and less likely to smart off.

Lincoln, Lucy, and Lynn noticed the change in their girls and was pleased. Lincoln, however, was worried that it might not take. It didn't the last time. Then again, things had changed greatly since then. Now that they had had a taste of him - hell, far more than a little taste - they knew what they were missing out on. That led them to be good as gold because they really, really wanted to be with him again.

One day, Lupa and Lacy called a family meeting with their parents. Lincoln, Lucy, and Lynn sat together on the couch while Lupa and Lacy stood in the middle of the living room. "We realize that we've both screwed up," Lacy said. "We willingly accept our punishment and will do whatever it takes to improve ourselves."

"But," Lupa added, "when we finally get to be with Dad again, we kind of want it to be…you know…"

Lacy beamed. "Special."

Lincoln, Lucy, and Lynn all looked at each other and nodded to one another by unspoken consent. "Okay," Lynn said.

"Deal," Lucy added.

"Great," Lacy said. She and Lupa looked at each other. "Get ready, because we're gonna do it and we're gonna earn our reward."

"I hope you do," Lincoln said, and he was being honest. He was very pleased with the progress his daughters were making and wanted to see them do even better. He also, to be honest, missed "spending time" with them as much as they did. The sex brought them closer together as it had with their mothers and Lincoln enjoyed the pleasure and fullfillment that they got out of it.

"I want it to be BDSM" Lupa said.

Lacy nodded excitedly. "Me too."

"Are you sure?" Lincoln asked.

Before anyone could reply, Lucy cut in. "I know Lupa wants it. She enjoyed that spanking I gave her. A little too much."

Lupa blushed.

Lacy was also excited about the prospect of seeing her mother doing BDSM with her father.


Three months passed. Lupa managed to stay out of trouble entirely and Lacy's grades had gone up exponentially. It wasn't like last time, she was constantly studying. If she didn't understand something, she would sit down with it and grind until she did, and it always wound up sticking. Lupa, for her part, had even swallowed her pride (and probably her bile as well) and apologized to all the teachers she had tangled with over the years. From what Clyde said, the teachers went from actively hating her to just beeing leery of her, expecting her to go back to the bad ass little girl she was before, but so far, she was actually being good. "I don't know what you're doing, buddy," Clyde said, "but keep it up."

It's not what I'm doing, it's what I'm not doing, Lincoln thought.

As fate would have it, that night, Lupa and Lacy called another family meeting. "It's been months and we've really improved ourselves," Lupa said.

"Can we please off punishment?" Lacy asked. "Please?" She balled her hands as if in prayer and bent slightly at the knees like she had to pee.

Lincoln, Lucy, and Lynn all looked at each other. Lacy and Lupa had made great strides in the past few months and they were all proud of the two. Lincoln, for his part, was hesitant to take them off of punishment lest they revert to their old ways as they had the last time, but he realized that he was being unfair to the girls. They had made many great accomplishments and had more than proven themselves. He couldn't hold their hands forever. They were young ladies now and had to do for themselves. All they needed from him was a little faith, a lot of love, and neverending support;.

"Alright," Lincoln declared, "you're off punishment."

They girls high fived, pumped their fists, and gave voice to their joy.

"Tomorrow," Lincoln added with a wicked little grin.

If they wanted to do BDSM, they needed to get used to pain.

And it was clear that they were in pain. One. More. Day.


That was yesterday, and now, here Lincoln stood with his sexy little daughers kneeling before him and looking up and him with sultry eyes. They were both flushed and panting, their eyes shining with lust and their little breasts rising and falling with the tide of their anticipatory breathing. They held the belt out to him like an offering, and he couldn't help but smile at how eager and willing they were. They reminded him of their mothers all those years ago, horny little girls who couldn't wait for their "big" brother to spread their walls and scratch the itch that they could never hope to reach on their own. Lynn and Lucy both smirked, pleased at how happy their daughter and their husband were.

Taking the belt, Lincoln commanded the girls to go to his room, and they did, crawling on all fours and wiggling their little panty clad butts. Lincoln followed them, admiring the view. They were both healthy girls and Lincoln realized now just how much he had missed fucking them. Lynn and Lucy fell silently in behind him, and the incestous procession made its way up the stairs. Both women were almost as horny as their daughters, and were greatly aroused by the prospect of seeing Lincoln mete out a little BDSM action to two young, willing, and inexperienced kids. In the bedroom, they had set up a number of cameras to capture the session from every angle possible so that they would be able to relive the event over and over again, probably while masturbating. As they went, they also pulled out their phones. When they said they wanted every angle, they meant that they wanted every freaking angle.

In the bedroom, the girls crawled onto the bed and Lincoln stood over them, his hand gripping the belt. Side by side, the girls buried their faces into the bed and slowly pulled down their shorts and panties, slowly revealing their young, supple asses. They were both pink and fresh like flowers at bloom, and the wild, musky perfume of their young arousal filled the room. They wiggled their butts in unison, enticing their father and begging him to do whatever he wanted to them.

Speaking as one, with a sinful little hilt, Lupa and Lacy said, "Daddy, your good girls want their spanking~"

Lincoln smiled at them as he admired what God gave the: Two pink pussies nestled between two sets of smooth, creamy thighs, both glistening with dew and lightly pulsing with passion. Lincoln's dick twitched against the inseam of his pants and made a jutting tent that seemed to point posessively at his daughters like a meaty finger. "You know," he said, "spankings are usually for bad girls."

Lupa looked over her shoulder and bit her bottom lip. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes hazy, seeming to shimmer in the light. "Not in this family," she said.

Lacy agreed. "Yeah, we Loud girls are really horny masochist sluts, for us a good spanking is a great reward."

"That's right, Lincy," Lynn said. She and Lucy were filming on their phones, and all of the cameras they had set up were filming, leering like trailer park perverts and waiting for the show to begin. "They've been very good girls."

"They deserve their reward," Lucy said. "Hard."

"Be merciless," Lynn said.

"Treat them like grown women," Lucy said, echoing what Lynn had said about her many, many years ago. "If they want it so bad, give it to them."

Lincoln looked down at his daughters. They certainly wanted it, that was clear to see. They were bitting their bottom lips and bracing themselves for the spanking of a life time. Their pussies both glistened with their body's natural lubrication, greasing the way, and their both wiggled and squirmed, perhaps in an attempt to find a position that would relieve the pressure that had been building in their loins over the past months. Lincoln wanted to wait a bit, to withhold his belt and watch them squirm, but he was just as excited as they were and didn't want to waste any time.

Raising the belt, he brought it down with a hard jerk. It lashed across Lupa's rounded butt with a whip crack sound not unlike that of a rfle shot. The little girl jumped and sucked a sharp intake of breath through her teeth. He raised the belt again and brought it down across Lacy's butt, the leather making a crisp sound. She, too, gasped and jerked forward. Her tiny, lithe fingers gripped the blanket and her teeth bore down on her lower lip. Lincoln turned back to Lupa, reared back like a batter hitting for home, and let loose with all his might.

SNAP!

Lupa's face buried into the blanket and she bit down on it, letting out a moan, half of pain and half of pleasure. He switched back to Lacy, hitting her twice in quick succession. Both of their butts were no longer pale and creamy but red and raw. He alternated between the two, hitting one and then the other, meting out their reward with a firm hand and a hard dick. Lucy and Lynn watched from the sidelines, panting and salivating as Lincoln spanked their daughters asses.

Lacy and Lupa were both drenched now, every crack of the belt causing more and more fluid to leak from their throbbing pussies. It coated their butts and their inner thighs, sticky and shimmering. They both moaned and rubbed their thighs together, urging Lincoln on. "Harder, Daddy," Lacy panted.

"More," Lupa said unsteadily. "God, please, I need more."

Lincoln hit and whipped them even harder than he had been, shocked by how much abuse they were taking. They were brand new at this yet they absorbed his blows as though they were made of some spongy material. Their asses were bright red now and beginning to chap. He didn't know how much more they could physically stand.

As it turned out, not much, but not for the reason he thought. When their asses were glowing red, they both rolled onto their backs and spread their legs apart to reveal their pink, dripping pussies.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

They both nodded.

"Okay," Lincoln said.

Whipping the belt back over his shoulder, he brought it down across Lupa's pussy. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she let out a big moan of delight. "Me next, me next," Lacy said excitedly.

Lincoln brought the belt down and she let out a howl that might have been pleasure, or might have been pain. It was hard to tell. In BDSM - if you do it right - they are the same thing. Like Indiana Jones holding back a hoard of Arab attackers, he fluidly alternated between the girls. The tip of the belt hit Lupa's clit and she exlpoded with a cry. Her contracted and she snapped her thighs together. Seconds later, an absurdly massive gush of girl cum (which, Lincoln knew, was mostly composed of piss) surged from between her legs like a torrent of white water rapids. It soaked the bed, the floor, and everything, some of it even splattering on Lincoln's shoes. Lincoln pivoted and did the same to Lacy, aiming directly at the tiny and half hidden nub of her arousal. Her back arched off the bed and a river of silvery girl cum shot from her pussy, pumping like spurts of blood from a nasty neck wound. It splashed Lincoln's shoes and dampened the front of his pants, making his cock throb even harder against his underwear in an attempt to escape and bathe itself in it her juices. Behind their cameras, Lucy and Lynn cheered Lincoln on, both so turned on by the proceedings that they could hardly stand it. They were both leaking themselves, and their underwear was damp and tight around their love swollen pussies. Just like their daughters, they came buckets when Lincoln beat them; guess it must run in the family.

After Lincoln had beat the girls' pussies into submission with the belt, he tossed it aside and began to unbutton his shirt. Looking giddy and love drunk, both girls sat up and whipped their shirts on, leaving them clad in only their socks and animal ears. Their taut young bodies were bared to himl their flat stomachs, their tiny, budding breasts, their slick and thirsty pussies. Lincoln pulled down his pants and stepped out of them, kicking them aside. Both girls looked up at him with anticipation, their legs propped up in the shape of an M and their eyes narrowed.

Picking was hard but Lincoln started with Lupa. He got between her legs, slapped one hand to the spot beside her head, and used him hand to guide his rigid dick to her opening. When he was there, he fisted the blanket in both hands and gave a hard, sudden thrust. His dick speared into her womb, spreading her wet, silky walls far apart. Lupa let out a sharp gasp and arched her body against his, taking his cock all the way to her limit. She was so hot and tight that Lincoln had to pause a moment to adjust to the feeling of her body. She wrapped her legs greedily around his waist and raked her nails up and down his back and he began to rut her. She threw her head back and let out a wordless stream of moans and worship, jerking every time his curved head triggered her G-Spot.

"You're daddy's slutty little kitty," he said, "daddy's pet whore."

"Yes daddy."

Lincoln closed his mouth over hers and French kissed her, their tongues lashing one another and their saliva mingling. He thrust his fingers through her hair and kissed her neck, fucking her harder and harder until the dam burst and she came again. And again, it was a fucking waterfall.

Leaving Lupa limp and panting (for the moment), he moved onto Lacy. She laid back and kicked her legs dutifully into the air in a V shape. Lincoln grabbed her ankles and slammed into her, making her jump. Just like her sister, she was tight and wet, daddy's horny little oven baking with desire. Her eyes crossed and a breath exploded from her throat in a hot rush. "God, yes," she moaned. Lincoln pulled his hips back and surged forward again, battering her cervix and making her issue a strangled moan. "Daddy," she whispered, "daddy, daddy, daddy."

With every thrust, her voice wavered and her words broke off. "Dad-dy, dad-dy."

Lincoln kissed the pounding pulse in the side of her throat and nibbled her ear lobe, which drove her crazy and made her walls throb and contract around him. "You're a tight little puppy," he said. "Your pussy belongs to me and only me, is that understood, you fucking slut?"

"Yes, Daddy," Lacy moaned.

"It's my property and I'll take it whenever I want it."

"Yes, Daddy."

Lincoln slammed one more time and Lacy came, shooting buckets; there was so much that it pumped out around Lincoln's dick and dripped onto the bed. She lay next to her sister, panting and red faced, extremely pleased yet still horny for more.

Next, Lincoln had Lupa kneel away from him on her hands and knees, her feet jutting over the side of the bed. She leaned forward and her ass cheeks spread apart to reveal her pink, soaked pussy and puckered little butthole. Lincoln figured she was a bit too yougn and inexperienced for that, but he did swirl his finger around it, delighting in touching a part of her that was entirely new and unspoiled. Her body clenched and she bit down on her lower lip, perhaps in expectation of him inserting his finger. Instead, he grabbed her hips, pulled her closer, and sank himself into her pussy. She threw back her head and let out a contented sigh like a woman drinking a refreshing Coca-Cola on a hot day. Her walls rippled around him and he slowly, almost delicately stroked his dick in and out of her, pulling back until only the head remained inside, then gliding forward on the tides of her copious fluids.

Gradually, he went faster and faster until he was jackhammering her tight, slutty little pussy, his balls slapping her body with a meaty and steady thwack, thwack, thwack. He dug his nails into her back and raked them all the way to her butt, leaving long, red scratch marks in her creamy flesh.

Lacy assumed the same position, waiting patiently, and Lincoln moved onto her, drilling into her from behind. "Daddy, can you put your finger in my butt?" she asked bravely.

Lincoln grinned. "You are a nasty little whore, aren't you?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Obliging, Lincoln slipped his finger into her tight, springy butt hole. She clenched her teeth and eyes and sucked a shocked gasp of air that whistled through her teeth. Her rear walls squeezed tight around him as if in an attempt to expel the intruder and she bit down on a wad of blanket. She clearly wasn't ready for full penetration, she he pulled out and rubbed his thumb over her hole. "Soon, little one," he said to it. "Soon you'll be daddy's little cumslut too."

"That's my girl," Lynn said proudly, "you see what a trooper she is? The first time Lincoln put his finger in my butt, I almost cried."

She and Lucy both laughed. That was so, so long ago and since then, both of them had grown to love getting fucked in the ass by their brother.

Lacy came after a few deep strokes, and her girl cum shot from her like a torrent. "God, the long and hard spanking makes it hurt every time he puts it in," Lacy panting. "But it feels so good."

"I know," Lupa said. "Daddy…fuck my ass."

"You sure you're up for it?"

Lupa nodded.

She got on her hands and knees on the bed and stuck her little butt in the air, the pufrum of her scent driving him wild. He grabbed her hips, pressed his dick to her butt hole, and forced his way in, prying her virgin opening apart and cleaving so deeply into it that anyone who could remove it would be crowned the new King Arthur. Thick cords of veins stood out on Lupa's neck and her face turned beet red; her eyes bulged from their sockets and she gritted her teeth. She did not cry out, however, and gradually, her body relaxed and she began to enjoy it. Every thrust sent throbbing pains through her beaten and battered ass and pussy, and though they hurt, they felt amazing as well.

Luoa's butt was so extremely tight that Lincoln almost came, but he managed to stave off his orgasm and started to pound her. Lupa bit the blaket and clutched it in her hands, the mix of pain and pleasure so great that all she could do was lay there and take it. As her body adjusted, she was able to dip her hand between her legs and start rubbing her clit. The combination of that and her father's cock driving in and out of her ass sent her over the edge and she came, gushing all over the already soaked bed.

"If she can take it, so can I," Lacy said and presented her butt.

Lincoln rolled her onto her back and she lifted her legs high into the air. He wrapped his arms around them and leaned into her, slowly penetrating her ass from the front. Her lips peeeled back from her teeth and her face turned an even brighter shade of red. She clenched her eyes shut against a rush of tears and strained to keep from screaming. Lincoln bottomed out, balls deep, and then started to fuck her. He held her ankles together and jackhammered her asshole, making her grunt and moan. Like Lupa, she gradually got used to it, and she began to rub her thighs together to create friction.

After she had come, Lincoln went back to Lupa. He lay flat on his back and she lay on top of him, her head at his crotch and her fevered pussy against his lips. He licked her moist center, and she took him into her mouth. Lucy and Lynn both stood by, giving her instructions on how to suck a dick. Her movements were clumsy and hesitant, but her mouth felt really good as her tongue swirled around his shaft. Lincoln flicked his tongue against her clit. Her head bobbed up and down, faster and faster, then she froze when attacked her clit with his tongue, sending her into a stratosphere of pleasure and ecstasy. When she came, her juices spilled down the back of his throat, and he drank every last drop, holding her squirming body still until she had finished.

Next, Lacy climbed onto his lap, laid her hands on his stomach, and sank herself onto his cock with a sigh. Once she was in place, she began to bounce boiusterously and excitedly up and down. At one point, his dick came fully out and she came down on it, spearing her own womb with it. Lincoln laid back and enjoyed the show: Her tiny tits bouncing, her face red, eyes rolling. She was a high energy girl and it took a long time before she tired herself out. From the periodic gushes of warm, sticky fluid, he estimated that she came at least five times before falling over, exhsuted.

Lucy and Lynn had stripped naked and were opely masturbating themselves as they recorded the whole affair, still cheering him on like spectators at a live event. They both wanted to see him fuck their daughters harder.

Finally, the whole thing came to an end with Lacy and Lupa both on their knees in front of him fighting over his cock. He held Lupa's hair and fucked her mouth, then moved onto Lacy, hitting her uvula like a punching bag. He tired the girls out before he came and they flopped back onto the bed, panting and winded with red faces and hazy eyes. A massive, stupid, hentai anime bullshit level of cum leaked from their holes.

"Alright," Lincoln said, "for your final reward of the night. A shower befitting of my slut daugthers."

Standing over them, he jerked his giant dick until he came. If they came a lot, Lincoln came even more. He splattered both girls, the bed, the wall ten feet away. He threw his head back and let out a cry as his balls emptied. One volley, two volleys, three volleys, four, five, six, seven and a half dozen more. Both girls watched their father come in amazement. When it was over, they were literally drenched from head to toe. There was enough there to solve the population crisis in every country on earth and then some.

He stepped asie, and Lucy and Lynn swooped in to take pictures of their daughters covered in and leaking cum. They all took selfie's together with Lupa and Lacy doing the peace sign.

Lupa and Lacy began to lick Daddy's cum from themselves and each other, and Lacy and Lynn joined in the clean up effort, lapping like hungry cats until the two girls were mostly clean. After the activities, Lincoln and the girls were all exhausted so they laid out on the damp bed together, Lincoln in between and the girls curled up beside him. They hugged, kissed, and cuddled, then fell asleep.

Not wanting to disturb them, Lucy and Lynn went to Lupa's room and immediately began to lezz out. They were both naked and horny, so Lynn grabbed Lucy and shoved her tongue down her throat, and Lucy threw Lynn onto the bed. Propping themselves up on their hands, they entwined their legs and began to hump. "Oh, God, we're sisscoring," Lynn moaned. "That was so hot."

"Seeing my daughter drenched and overflowing with the same seed that created her is the hottest thing I have ever seen," Lucy said.

"We so need a family fuck session," Lynn said.

"I agree."

They sisscored harder until they came. Like the others, they could come an unrealistic and ungodly amount, so they were both drenched, and the bed was all but ruined.

Looked like Lupa would have to sleep on the floor tonight.

The next morning, Lacy sat naked in her father's lap. He was also naked. They were at the table in the dining room and Lincoln was feeding her breakfast like she was a little girl. "That's daddy's good girl," he said.

"I love you, Daddy," she said.

Lupa, wanting a little humiliation instead of the love doevy stuff Lacy wanted waited until they were done then walked over to Lincoln in just her panties. "Daddy, I think I have to go to the bathroom."

"Then go," Lincoln said.

"I don't think I can make it in time."

Standing there before her father, half naked, she pissed herself, a big dark spot spreading across the front of her panties. This was planned, everyone knew it was going to happen, but it was still a surprise to see it unfold in real time.

Lincoln: "Oh Lupa really? It seems my little sluty daughter doesn't know how to use the toilet."

Lucy shook her head. "Why don't you teach her?"

Nodding, Lincoln said, "I know just how."

"How?" Lupa asked.

Lincoln grinned. "By using you as a toilet."

Lupa asked, "Really? Well, if Daddy thinks it's best, I'll be the best toilet."

Lincoln took Lupa to the bathroom and Lucy followed, filming on her phone. Lacy and Lynn waited outside since the bathroom is not big enough for everyone.

Lupa, now totally nude, knelt in the shower in front of Lincoln. Lincoln whipped out his dick, pointed it at her, and showered her with piss. Lupa smiled and basked in the glorious glow of her father's strong, consistent stream. It splashed her face and dribbled down her chest, soaking his tits and forming fat beads on her stiff nipples, some even coursing between her thighs and soaking her already drenched pussy. She opened her mouth and caught as much of it as she could, gargling and swallowing it.

Done, Lincoln and Lucy left, and Lupa washed off in the shower, fingering herself to the memory and to the taste of Lincoln's piss still heavy in her mouth.

All of that was only a prelude to a weekend of constant sex and sex play. Lincoln's good little girls had earned their reward, and by God, they got it.

Over and over.

The End.