0 comments/ 120835 views/ 10 favorites Rhyley's Summer Ends By: BgMma The summer went by so quickly. Dean fell so deeply in love with Rhyley that he was afraid to take her home knowing that his feelings were too obvious. Rhyley, on the other hand, learned so many things, but she realised that is was dangerous to bring her newfound sexuality home. If she and Dean were to continue to a physical relationship, the very real possibility of being caught was highly arousing. Still, she didn't want to lose Dean that way. It would be easier if he just left and no one ever knew the diference. Dean was depressed as he took down the tent. Rhyley didn't help him. She knew that he needed some time to work out his frustration. He wanted to take her one last time before heading home. The very idea of never touching her again was maddening. She sat on a log watching him. He looked back at her, his body betraying his mind. She looked so good sitting there, her hair blowing in the warm August breeze. They tried to be jovial but it was useless. It was coming to an end. Rhyley silently wept. Although she missed being home, she missed the freedom and the wildness that Dean had to offer. As the long trip wound down and Dean pulled into the drive, he sat quietly, his eyes blank. He wanted her so badly, but he knew the consequences of his actions. He got out and took Rhyley's bag into the house while she grabbed her father's tackle box and rod and put them where they belonged. She let out a melancholy sigh, plastered on a goofy grin and walked into the kitchen. She frowned as her mother's bloodshot eyes glared at her. How long was to going to take for the argument to begin this time? Yet, surprisingly, her mother said nothing as Rhyley took her bag upstairs. Dean followed her out of the corner of his eye. He felt resigned to stay put, fiddling with his fingernails as Jack, his brother, asked him about the trip. He grimaced at his nails, having bitten them to the quick. He had to sit on his hands and nothing when all he really wanted to do was take her and run. She didn't deserve what she had there. Run anywhere, any place, he thought. He was jerked out of his trance by Sherry's hateful tone. "So, Dean, did you enjoy my daughter?" "Sherry, what are you talking about?" Dean could smell her gin soaked breath across the table. Rhyley's father looked at Dean then at his wife. His eyes were staring hotly at Sherry. "Yes, Sherry, what do you mean?" Her short silence was cut by her drunken snort. "If you can't see it, then I guess I'll have to explain. You see," she walked over to Dean's side, "I think that dear old Uncle Dean has been having naughty thoughts about your little girl." Dean winced at the uncle comment and continued to stare straight ahead out the glass sliding doors. He was afraid to move a muscle. "Sherry, what are you trying to do? Rhyley and Dean wouldn't, couldn't, even think about it. He's my brother, for Christ's sake." "That is where you are wrong, Jack. The way he looked at that little whore running up the stairs, I could see it." "Have another one, you fucking lush. Take your bottle to bed." No one had seen Rhyley at the bottom of the stairs. She heard it all. She knew her mother was hateful, but she didn't know how hateful until now. Rhyley watched as her mother went to the cupboard, retrieved her bottle of Beefeater and headed to the upstairs. She started when she saw Rhyley there, then her fright turned to poison. "Well, here she is, our little whore!" "Sherry," Jack warned her. He grabbed Dean's arm to keep him seated. "So, how was it? Hmmmm?" Rhyley stood quietly, listening to her mother's rantings. She could hardly believe it was happening. "Was he as good as your father? I bet you know. You and your Daddy are pretty close. I bet you're the reason he doesn't fuck me anymore!" Jack walked to Sherry and slapped her, hard. She stumbled to the steps, regained her footing and stood her ground. "You have some balls, Jack Parker." "That is the first time I have ever raised my hand to you. And so help me, God, if you say another word about your child, it will not be the last!" Sherry turned around, mounted the stairs and hummed her way to the bedroom. Jack looked at his baby and held out his arms. She stepped close to him and felt his hard arms wrap tightly around her shoulders. "I am terribly sorry, Rhyley. I was hoping you never had to see that." "It's okay, Dad. I have seen it all before." He squeezed her tighter like only a father can and then stepped back, looking into her face. "Forgive me. In my ignorance, I thought it was only me." He smiled weakly and puthis hands in his hair. "It's okay, Dad, really. It's not your fault. I think I am going to veg out for a bit. I'll be in the den watching a movie." With that, she disappered though a door in the hall. Jack sighed and thinking of his daughter, he climbed the stairs. "Jack, don't do it," Dean's calm voice lilted up to him. "She's a woman." "Don't worry, Dean. Right now I am just going to take care of a little business." Now Dean was left alone. He wondered about what Jack was up to, but then again, he didn't really care. He got into the fridge and got a bottle of iced tea. He stood outside the den for several minutes until he heard a soft, "Come in, Dean." She was on the couch, her feet facing him. Her loose shorts had fallen away from her legs and she just didn't know how good her sparsely furred pussy looked to him. He closed the door behind him and tried to ignore the temptation. He realised she didn't know she was showing, but he had no intention of telling her. His cock sprang to life as he thought of the woods. The image of her thrashing against his thick chest. her moans, her face when she climaxed, it all tore him up. He frowned as his cock got harder. He wanted to comfort her, not fuck her. He got a flash of her groaning in time with his thrusts and he moaned inwardly. He was having some difficulty holding onto his sanity watching her breathe, her smooth silken legs, ticcing with a slight muscle spasm. Even if he jeopardised his relationship with his family, he was going to take her where she lay. "Jesus, Rhyley, you don't know what you do to me." "Yes, I do." She opened her legs a tiny bit more. "I can't help it. Open up for me." Dean came to her and pressed his body over hers. He kissed her tenderly, with the touch of a true lover. He was going to make love to her, that's what she needed. Love. He had plenty to give. She opned her legs wide to let him in. He pulled his throbbing memeber from his jeans and teased her fat clit. "Rhyley, I your mouth on me." He sat on the couch next to her and held his breath. She stretched her body to him and waited for him to help her. She had never done it before and he thought it would have been too soon for her due to his size, but he just had to feel her. She was in awe of the power of him. She licked the underside of his shaft with long laps of her peach tongue. She giggled as her actions made him start to pump his narrow hips, wanting her whole mouth. m She replaced her warm mouth with her hand, squeezing firmly on his enormous shaft. She stroked him gingerly, letting her hand glide over him, darting her tongue on his head. She then laid flat on her belly, Dean still pumping his hips to her. He closed his eyes and gasped as she sucked on his hairless balls. "Oh, fuck! AAhh, yeah." Dean's body twitched as she switched to his other ball and sucked again. "Oh, God, Rhyley! Put your mouth on me. Suck me, please!" She smiled at the control she had and gave in. She tucked her lips over her teeth and eased her virgin mouth over his fat shaft. She rubbed her tongue on the underside of his shaft, sending his legs into a twitching frenzy. She moved on him swiftly, then slowing, letting him savor the effort. He didn't say a word about her technique, his excited utterings were enough. She sucked him deeper, letting her fingers wander and caress his bunched, aching balls. She trailed her hands farther and pushed her finger into his tight hole. He jumped and sighed as she exerted more pressure to sink in. She loved the way he reacted as she delved into his hot recess. He thrust his hips to fuck her mouth and her probing finger, his moans becoming louder and louder until he had to shout. Rhyley was shocked by him as he grabbed her tank top, ripping it from her body. He knew she wasn't ready to take all of him at once and he spasmed as he called out his lust. "Fuck...coming....move!" He pushed Rhyley from his cock and shoved it into her tattered shirt. His first spurt shot from his body, making his back arch painfully. She took it as a sign and shoved her finger deep into his ass, fucking him with short, hard strokes. Her actions were sending him over the edge. As his climax subsided, she withdrew her finger and let him catch his breath. "Oh, fuck, Rhyley. That was too good." She watched him squirm and smiled sweetly. "How was it?" "Perfect." His brow was covered in sweat and she brushed her hand over it. She looked to beautiful sitting there. Her face was slightly flushed, her bare chest glistening with perspiration making her hard nipples dance to her heartbeat. Her hands were gripping her crotch and when she saw him staring, her lips parted with passion. She leaned into him softly, loving how her lush body fit into his. She kissed him gently, barely brushing her mouth to his until he couldn't stand her teasing any longer, crushing her lips to his, their tongues dancing in harmony. Rhyley could feel how damp she was. Just the idea of being that close to Dean made her wet. Her thoughts were also pulled to the images of her riding Dean's swollen cock, taking him slowly because he was too big for new newly aroused cunt. She had screamed her orgasm time after ttime as Dean played with her pussy, his finely tuned tongue sending an orchestra of pleasure to her lust drunk mind. Her memories brought fresh vibrations to her well lubricated pussy. Dean watched as she slipped her hand into the waist of her shorts, her fingers anxious to get to her clit. He saw her stroke herself, her breathing becoming erratic until he thought she would faint. He could no longer keep his hands of her. He massaged her pendulous breasts tweaking the nipples to maximum stiffness. She rode her fingers forcing Dean's hand to skim over the tender flesh, her sighs and gasps enflamed him once again and he turned Rhyley so that her head was toward the door. She went with it, letting him guide her. He prepared her with his fingers, trying to loosen her miniscule opening. She stared at his red, engorged cock, amazed at its beauty and power. When he felt she had opened enough, he eased into her snug hole, his eyes catching her movement as she guided him past her lips and into her depths. She moaned in pain as he pushed into her. He always hurt her but the pain eventually stopped as she became accustomed to his girth. She had grown used to the packed fullness of his body in hers. He was so gentle with her. After the first time, he was careful when he entered her, knowing any strong thrusts would rip her apart. She never complained; she loved how he loved her. As they moved with each other in the sensual ballet, they didn't notice the footsteps headed their way. Jack was still damp from his shower. He had fucked Sherry until she passed out, then going to shower her scent off. He no longer loved her, her stench of hate and booze making him ill. He felt a little better and decided to check on Rhyley. He saw that Dean's Jeep was still in the drive and he figured he was talking to Rhyley. At times he felt jealous of how close they had gotten over the years, but he knew that a surrogate father was better than no father. He had made a personal vow that day to work less, so he could actually be there. The guilt was eating him alive. He knew she understood, but it shouldn't have been that way. He sighed and stopped just outside the den. Jack was worried about her. She acted liek she didn't care, but he knew better. It was that moment when Jack heard it. It sounded like Rhyley was in pain! His instinct came full force as he bounded into the room, stopping cold. What he saw made him numb with rage. His brother, his twin, was fucking his daughter!! Her face was contorted and her voice seemed to be in tune with her pain. "You fucking prick," Jack raged, his fist catching Dean on the jaw, knocking him off Rhyley and onto the floor. Dean tried to stand and Jack knocked him back to the floor. "Mother fucker! You dirty cocksucker! How could you? She's just a child! She's your niece!" Jack stepped to Dean, temporarily forgetting about Rhyley. She scrambled to the corner behind the door, her eyes shut tight and her hands over her ears to drown out the visions. "Jack, please!" "Son of a bitch!" "Jack, no.." his words cut off by Jack's left fist. "I trusted you. Rhyley trusted you." "PLEASE!" Dean finally cut into Jack's anger and he stopped his fist mid-air. Jack's ruddy face was lit and he waited for Dean to speak. "let me explain! Jesus, Jack. Ae you trying to kill me?" The morbid respose was: "Yes." "Jack, it's not how it looks." "It doesn't look like you were raping my daughter?" "That is not what was happening. She wasn't even screaming!" Dean, I TRUSTED YOU! You son of a bitch!" Jack grabbed Dean by the shirt and threw him into the door. The impact was so hard that all he could do was sink to the floor. Rhyley turned to him, not knowing what bumped her. When she saw it was Dean crumpled on the floor, she panicked. His nose and mouth were bleeding and she used the collar of his shirt to dab at it. "Oh, Man. Dean, shit," she paid no attention to her father as he came closer to her. She put her arms around Dean's neck and started to cry. She just couldn't believe her dad couuld hurt his brother that way, he wasn't a violent man. Dean pulled her arms down and tried to comfort her. "I'm fine, really. You father wants to kill your uncle, the rapist." He glared at Jack, as Jack returned his own icy stare. "What? Dad, what are you talking about?" "I saw you. I saw your face. Dean was smiling at your pain!" She had to jump to her feet and block him from Dean. "Dean always hurts me, Dad, dammit! He didn't rape me, he never has. That is not what you saw." She glanced at Dean, embarrassed as she saw his now limp penis hanging from his shorts. Dean started to stand, keeping his weight on the door. Rhyley put her arms around his waist, but he didn't respond. He carefull judged Jack's emotions as it seeped into his mind what really occurred. He paled at the thought of his little girl willing giving herself to his brother. "He tricked you." "No, he didn't." Jack didn't want to believe it. He turned to Dean. "Is that true, rapist?" "No." "WHAT? Are you saying that she would lie to me?" "Jesus, Jack," Dean looked away. Jack responded with a firm jab to Dean's belly, doubling him over. Rhyley ran inbetween them, her back to her father. Dean slid to the floor, Jack's strikes too difficult to stomach, taking Rhyley with him. "Dad, you have to stop. I am a grown woman, you have to see that! I made this choice, no one did it for me." This time Dean put his arms around her shoulders. "Rhyley," he said, "I am so sorry. I knew this would happen, I just couldn't leave you alone." He looked up to Jack. "I tricked her. It was all my fault, just don't take it out on her. Please, Jack." "Dean stop it," Rhyley whispered. "don't do it like this." "Jack, I wanted you to catch us. I never wanted to hurt anyone, but I did." Jack looked past Dean to see his girl, this young woman, crying over her uncle, and became angry again. He grabbed her by the hair and stood her up. "You wanted this! Look at him! You wanted to fuck him? I don't believe for a second that Dean was at fault for this. As you said, you are a grown woman now and you have made your decision. "You want this," he questioned her again as he forced her to look at Dean. "Yes." "You gave yourself to him, willingly?" "Yes," her reply just a whisper. "So how many men did it take you to work your way to my BROTHER," his eyes never leaving Dean's. "I won't tell you." "Tell me, Rhyley!" "It's none of your concern, Dad." "Tell me, whore!" Dean got nose to nose with Jack before it got out of hand. "She was a virgin, Jack." "You're lying, too, rapist." "I WAS THE ONLY ONE, GOD DAMMIT!" "Liar," he seethed. "It was me, Jack, it was all me. I told her how badly I wanted her. I wouldn't keep my feelings to myself any longer. She told me she was a virgin and I didn't care! "Fuck me, Jack! I am telling you the truth!" Jack didn't move as he contemplated what Dean told him. He didn't hear Rhyley's faint whisper, "No, Dean. Don't do this." "I planned it. The trip, the location, what I was going to do. All my idea." He looked to Rhyley and apologised with his eyes. "She had no idea what was happening." Jack's hand clenched in her hair and she winced. "If you really want to hurt me, let's take this outside. I don't want her to see us this way any longer." Jack let Rhyley go and gave Dean a keen look. Jack's grin made Dean frown. He recognised that smile. "You both need punished. And I think I have figured out a way to do it so no one gets hurt again. Agreed?" Stay tuned for Chapter 2, coming soon! Rhyley's Summer Ends Ch. 2 Dean was regretting his decision to go along with Jack and he became angry as he sat in the over stuffed lounger. He had agreed to do what Jack asked because he knew Jack was right in being so irate, but he began to have serious doubts. Jack had tied him to the chair with a white nylon rope and left Dean's cock still hanging from his shorts. Humiliation, Dean figured. When Jack was satisfied Dean wasn't going anywhere, he turned to Rhyley sitting on the couch. "Take your clothes off." She did as she was told. "Now get on the floor." She sat at Dean's feet looking nervously at her father. He didn't waste any more words on her and dragged to the middle of the carpet. HE grabbed her hair and pulled her so that her open legs were facing Dean. She was scared but her pride kept her from crying out. Jack locked the door and disrobed. His own cock was impressive, though not quite as large as Dean's. It was standing out almost diagonal, its purple head throbbing with his heartbeat, the shaft eager to teach a lesson. Jack leaned down to Dean's face, putting his hands on Dean's knees. He looked coldly into his eyes and smiled as Dean began to fidget. "Your punishment, dear brother, is to do nothing. No matter what I do you are forced to helplessly be an audience. And if you close your eyes I will keep them open with duct tape. Am I clear?" A single tear slid over Dean's cheek as the reality hit him. "Don't hurt her, Jack." "She'll be fine as long as you behave. But for now, I need you quiet." Dean tried to protest as Jack placed duct tape over his mouth and behind his neck to be secure. It was painful, but to whom would he complain? He was sad that it had come to this. He felt worse for Rhyley. No matter what happened between Jack and him, it would be Rhyley who would suffer. Jack will never forget even if he does forgive. And it would be her who pays the biggest price. Jack would never trust her again. He watched Jack put his face to Rhyley's. What he said made her look to Dean. but she relaxed almost immediately. "Since you like to fuck so much I am going to help you learn all there is. And my lovely daughter, I am going to show you while your lover watches. Would you like that?" To all involved her nod was startling. She raised her hands to her father and beckoned to him. "I want you to teach me, daddy. I know you want me." Jack licked his lips as he settled between his little girl's legs, anticipating her warmth. Her breathing was coming in pants, her breasts wavering with every hearbeat. Jack wa excited with nervous tension, his hands cold to the touch. "Are you ready for your punishment?" "Yes, Daddy." She moaned as he pushed her to her back and readied himself. As he entered, he cherished the heat she eminated through her cave. Her walls sucked him, clutched him. He looked to her face and noticed she was smiling, her eyes close with passion. He Pressed himself to her letting her breasts bounce against his chest with every thrust. He adjusted his hips higher so Dean could have a better view of him pounding Rhyley. He fucked her harder, wanting her to feel the pain he felt as his brother watched. He was angry at her deceit. He had kept his lust for her deep inside him and now was his chance. It occurred to him that it hurt. It hurt that she didn't come to him. Why wasn't he as good as Dean? She shouted at each stab of his strong hips, instinctively wrapping her legs about his waist. "OOhh, Daddy, fuck mmmeeee," her voice squealed as he pounded harder with his arousal at her rantings. "You like it when I fuck you, baby?' "Yesssss!" "Is my dick better than Dean's?" "No, Daddy." "What would be better than Uncle Dean's cock?' "Nothing! He's so good. Uncle Dean fucked me so well and I want more!" Jack's jealously and rage led him to extremes. He turned her on her belly and pushed her face into the rough carpet. He lifted her hips until she was on her knees. He took a quick glance at Dean and saw how large His cock had grown. He smirked at the blush that over over Dean's face as he put his finger into Rhyley's pussy. He coated it with her grease and slid it up to her ass. Jack teased her sphincter, giving it an inch at a time. He watched Dean's reaction as he finger fucked his daughter's ass. Rhyley twitched and moaned as he pumped her ass. It felt so good her pussy began dripping juices to the carpet. She was turned on by the fact that Dean was watching her. Turned on by the fact that it was her father fucking her. She had never thought of him as a sexual being, but the taboo of it al made her want him like the man he was. As her fatherfingered her she was close to coming. She felt the tell tale trembles in her thighs and she gasped her release. Jack didn't give her time to enjoy herself, slapping her ass repeatedly. Her skin burned under his fleshy hand and she wept silently. He laughed at her bottom bouncing under his palm. His smile grew wider as he prepared for the next pocket of punishment. He knelt to Rhyley's ass and lapped at her tiny pink hole, her pucker salting his tongue. Again and again he licked at her his tongue becoming a red serpent. He growled as he got to his feet, her ass still upraised. He gripped her with one hand and squeezed. "Stay still, baby," he whispered. She nodded and closed her eyes. She had never been frightened of her father before but she was then and she found it pleasurable. The fear had increased her lust and she was eager to quench it, though she's never admit it. Jack placed his prick at her ass and pushed slowly. Her groan of discomfort fell to deaf ears as he inserted his blunt head. Her instinctive grasping made his desire increase, the urge to slam into her almost too great. He worked his staff into her wanting her to adjust to his size. He was slightly pleased knowing the disomfort he caused her. Dean was struggling against his bindings. He was afraid that Jack was hurting her realising what her father was doing to her. He strained and tried to shout as a tear went gliding down his cheek. He was aroused and ashamed. It was a worse punishment to come to terms with the eroticism and the horror of the situation. She was excited and frightened and she didn't quite understand, Dean thought. I am sorry I can't help you. "Oh, honey, you are so sweet. I know you love this." Jack's steady pumping of his girl's ass was wind blowing. The sight of his thick cock buried in her was too much to take. He slammed her harder trying to get her to scream. "Aaahhh, Daddyyy! It hurts so bad! Don't stop!" "Fuck, Rhyley, you're going to make me come!" The severe swelling in his shaft stretched her wider, his balls signalling his release. Rhyley sqeezed her eyes shut as he pummelled her ass. The pain and pleasure were unbearable as she reached to rub her clit. She was consumed by her humiliation. Her father hurting her, punishing her, fucking her. Dean forced to watch. Her conflicted emotions led her to her imminent climax, the shame of it making her a slave to submission by her father. Her guilt to be assuaged by her punishment. Dean saw her toes clench and her breathing became deeper, heavier, her groans turning to gutteral animal grunts. She came under him, his brother, and the sight of her raging come flowing over her fingers was powerful. He reared back involuntarily thrusting as he emptied his balls into his lap. The rush and sadness in his mind were strong stimulants, his body betraying him once again. Jack heard his brother's release. It was perfect. He turned to Dean and laughed while plunging increasingly faster into his daughter's bum. In his excitement he climaxed quickly, his cream flushing deep into her rectum. "Ah,ah, mother fucker! Your ass....sweet Jesus, fuck me more, girl!" His rantings incomprehensible with dizzy desire. "I'm coming in you!" Jack's ass clenched as he filled her. He shuddered with his final spurt, his come oozing from her as he withdrew. It was difficult to stand so he took his time and then sat on the couch. He giggled at Dean's hurtful stare, the come on his shorts giving him away. Rhyley sank to the floor with an exhausted sigh. Her mind reeled with the confusion in her body. She thanked the earth that it was over and rested her tender hole. What the hell did I get into, she thought. She had lost a part of herself once her father laid his hand to her body, but inside, her mind was struggling with the lingering doubt that any of it had happened. Her body had loved it and she discovered she wanted more. No matter how insane it was to continue, she would. She wanted to stretch her aching muscles but did not because she was told to be still. She wanted to share herself with Dean now, but she didn't want to ruin what would come next. Her father would let her know if it ws going to be. So she was content to lay still and listen to the humming of the central air vibrating the floor. So soothing..... She awoke to a fire on her ass. In order to wake her, Jack started spanking her again. He was aroused and bobbing with each strike. "I'm awake, I am sorry!" Her tone became sheepish as she got to her feet. "Why is Dean still tied up?" "Yu haven't been out that long. I also have more to dish out. It is time for Dean's punishment now that you have had yours." "I thought that Dean's was to be able to do nothing." "It's time for physical punishment, dearest. Be patient." She looked to Dean and saw that he was sweating. He had been trying to escape his binding for some time, and to Jack's delight, all he had managed was chafed wrists. Jack was more than amused at this. It served Dean right in his mind. He was going to enjoy toying with his brother. Jack came up behind Rhyley and moved her so she was standing between Dean's legs. Dean stared at her. He believed that he would never see her again after that night was over, his brother to ban him from the family. Dean decided he would leave quietly to avoid a scene. It was better if no one knew what had happened. So he sat. He felt guilt at what he had done, but only after being found out. His love for Rhyley was real but wrong. He knew that all along. He noticed Jack hand roamng over Rhyley's nude glimmering skin. She was holding her wrists over her head as she succumbed to Jack's grasping fingers. He made her suck his finger into her mouth and fellate it. He was showing Dean how nice it was. His grin becoming devious. His hands skimmed her body, becoming an interim masseuse. He sucked at her neck while his fingers searched for her nipples. He teased them with quick squeezes and flicks then abandoning them for her clit. Her lips parted as he pinched her button making her knees falter. As she wilted with weakness, Jack slapped her ass. "You better show more restraint, baby girl. Dean may not like what happens to him if you do that again." Her father's words clung to her ears like poisoned monkeys. Each one more menacing than the last. She straightened immediately not wanting to know what would happened if she didn't. "Look at her, Dean. She loves it. She feels so good. Tell me, did she whimper like this for you?" He flicked her nipples with his thumbs, the tiny beads standing tall. "She was so wet when I fucked her. Did she soak herself with you? Mmmmm, her ass, too. It was great, brother. She held me tight when I shoved it in." Dean wanted to hurt him. Even though he was Jack's brother, Dean's ire was raised. Jack had fucked his own daughter like she was some whore. She was his niece and he wanted her for himself. Jack let his feelings toward him get in the way, he thought. Rhyley didn't have to be in this. "Tell him how it feels, baby. Be honest." "Dean...it's good. I have you both now and that is all I could ever want." "You wanted me, Rhyley," Jack stammered in disbelief. " Yes Dad. I never wanted it like this, but I would dream of you coming to me. You were always working and that is all I had. I m issed you so much. I love you, dad." Jack kept squeezing her clit. As it grew so did his desire to enter her tunnel again. "And Dean?" "I wanted him longer than I wanted you. Since I was twelve I had dreamt of him." "Why?" "I was so confused. I loved you so much and I thought the only way to show you was to take you into my bed. That's all I wanted. I just wanted to with you, it didn't matter how!" "Dean?" "I saw the way Dean looked at me. He became what you were too busy to be, but he also wanted me. I gave such subtle hints that he never knew that I wanted him, too." "Have you thought of us with you?" "I wanted the best of both worlds. My lover, my uncle. My love, my father. That's all I wanted." Jack's mind ticked away. He looked to Dean who was looking at the floor. All she had wanted was for him to be there for her. She wanted them apart and together. She loved Dean and she loved her father. She would have them both. "This is your lucky day." He grabbed her hair and pulled her to the floor. "I want you to suck him, girl." "Dad.." "Suck him!" She did as she was told. She got to her knees and took his half hard cock in her hand. She looked at his face and his eyes were riveted to her lips. She leaned into hi, slowly lapping at the head. He grew under her hand, standing full and tall. She couldn't get her hand around him, but she held tight. She wrapped her lips over him and stretched her mouth to cavernous proportions. She could feel his thighs quiver as she slid her mouth over his flesh. She savoured the taste of his precome as it dripped onto her tongue. She was grateful to have Dean again. She cherished every millimeter of him knowing that she may never see him again. Dean received her with relish. He kept half an eye on Jack. It seemed that daddy was enjoying the show. Jack stroked himself as he watch his daughter suck off her uncle. Jack was too amused to keep it to himself and he went to Dean and took the tape from his face. It was a good thing to see the pained look on his face as the tape pulled at his skin. He stepped back as Dean spit at him. "No need to be so hateful. Isn't this what you wanted?" Dean couldn't speak with Rhyley's mouth moving on him. Her hums and moans were sending him to heaven as she bobbed on his engorged prick. "This is too hot. I think I have to help." Jack knelt behind his daughter and rubbed her slick cunt. "Mmmm, just the way I like it." He positioned himself at her hole and eased in. She bucked back on him and sucked Dean with renewed vigor. Jack thought about how nice it would be to see her covered in come and decided he was going to make it happen. "Oh, yessssssss, ungh, daddy, harder, harder," She jacked Dean furiously as her father pounded at her pussy. It was almost impossible to suck with the force of her dad's thrusts, but she managed as well as she could. Dean was close to exploding and he was forced to strain against his ties as he groaned his frustration. "Oh, baby, I am going to fucking come!" She lapped at his balls while jacking him, hoping his load would be large. Jack saw what was happening and he pulled out to loom over her face. "Come on her face. I want to see her covered in sperm!" Dean could only nod as he rode his climax, the first spurt hitting her nose. The sight of her made his projection more powerful and he hit her dead centre of her face, coating her mouth and eyes with his cream. Jacks own cock began overheating and he made her sit quietly as he jerked on her also. She had her eyes closed and her mouth open in wait for him. Her gorgeous face covered in man slime turned him on and he felt his balls creep into his belly as he let loose a full blast, catching her mouth. She swallowed quickly as his kept shooting his batter at her. It dripped off her cheeks and on her breasts, slipping between her mounds and dripping to the floor. Jack sighed as he came down. He took one look at her and Dean and grinned. This was what he had wanted for a long time. This was too hot for him to ignore his feelings. They were both his now and he planned to keep it that way. He leaned over Dean and ripped his shorts off. He handed them to Rhyley and let her clean her face. The ideas were swimming through his mind to occupy the next few hours til dawn. To be continued in Part 3!