Next Morning

John awoke the next day to a blowjob from Lizzie, and the smell of breakfast cooking downstairs. After he came in Lizzie's mouth, he checked on each of his daughters.

Hayley was still asleep, wrapped up tightly in her blanket, but Kylie...

The first thing he noticed was Kylie's sheets were soaked, perhaps due to her having multiple orgasms from her nonstop masturbating last night. She was wide awake, however, and he noticed her taking some selfies for her (new) Instagram.

"You know your mother won't like that," John said.

"Eep!" Kylie yelped, tossing her phone down and covering her vagina and breasts. "What the hell, Daddy?!"

"Language," John chided. "Now who exactly are those photos going to?"

"Ugh, no one," Kylie said. "It's called being an Insta model, Daddy. And please don't tell Mom."

John smiled. "I won't tell her...if you do something for me."