Yes

Honestly, I have no clue why I said anything at all. Maybe they are right, and I am truly a slut and like being watched, or maybe it because his finger dug deeper into my ass while his thumbs pressed between asshole and pussy, but in the end, I moaned “NO!” into the pillow.

He laughs as he swats my ass. “You heard her. You are going to have to stay and watch for implying that she is a slut.” I continued to moan “no” into the pink silk wet pillow, but this time he ignores it and continues to speak, “Just sit by the door and watch. After we are finished, I want you to tell me if you think she is a slut.”

There my father fucks me (his oldest daughter) into the pink slit sheets of his marital bed while his younger daughter watches from the door, thinking that the woman that he is fucking is her mother. He continued to fuck me until we both groan in orgasm together. He puts one rope in my pussy before pulling out and coating my ass and back with the rest. He then turned to my sister and asked, “so is she a slut?”

“I … I don’t know…” she quickly turned and runs, allowing me to finally collapse into the silk bed without the risk of being exposed.

My father falls her with his naked body “until you answer, you are going to have to come and watch every time.”

The next morning I was stunned to find her sitting down at the table when I came down for breakfast “hey sister, what are you doing? I thought you would be gone by now.”

“I want to talk. What up with mom and dad?”

“What do you mean?” I asked

She answers, “dad is making me watch them have sex until I tell him if mom is a slut. Isn’t that just gross?”

I simply asked, “well, is she.”

“I don’t know… even if I did, I couldn’t say it to her face. You can never tell a woman that to her face.”

I wanted to scream, “you just told me that to my face last night when dad was fucking me,” but I kept silent to keep my identity a secret.

Our conversation trailed off with her not making up her mind on whether she would answer dad’s question.

That night my father set up this elaborate sense in the dining room with my sister sitting by the entrance.

I know The sounds of my high heels on the hardwood floor could be heard throughout the house as I walk with dad towards the dining room. I was wearing a full latex outfit that covered my eyes, with holes cut out for my mouth, tits pussy, and ass.

Even though my body is almost completely covered in latex, I was mortified as I walked past my sister. How could she not notice my sight baby bump, which our mother clearly didn’t have?

Even though it is small and the lights were dimmed, I think it would still be hard to miss. However, as I passed her to my relief, she remained silent. Despite her silence, In the back of my mind, I kept thinking: ‘how could she miss my baby bump.’ I did my best to hide my pregnant belly, but in order to do that, I had to stick my ass further out the back of the latex suit.

My father laid me, stomach up, on the table before turning to his other daughter. “Honey, pay close attention because she wants me to do this all to her in front of you so you can tell us if she is a slut.”

I honestly have no clue what he is going to do to me. I nervously wait on the table, my nerves make me breathe deeply, and I can feel my sister’s eye staring at my bare tits, and they heave up and down.

SKIP for now. She admits that the woman that she Thinks is her mom is a slut and runs off.

I didn’t see much of my sister after that. I was told that she was too focused on making something out of herself and not being like her mother or older sister.

I gave birth to my second child a few months later. A month after that, I woke up alone in bed. This wasn’t a rare occurrence because dad always liked his morning fuck with some random contract; however, what was odd was he left me a note on the bedside dresser.

Our ceremony is at 12. There is a company downstairs that will help you get ready.

As a young girl, I dreamed of my wedding date, but I never dreamed that the man waiting for me at the end of the walk would be my own father. However, that wasn’t what bothered me now. What bothered me was the unemotional none salant way he told me that it was our wedding day.

When I walk down to the kitchen, I find A group of four women all sitting around the table. But what was on the table horrified me. What was on the table could best be described as a reserve dressed. What was meant to be covered is uncovered, and what should be uncovered is covered.