Good girl

Tom left the white and pastel world of Samantha's bedroom only to hear a voice from the end of the hallway.

"Oh Daaaaaaddy," Wanda cried out. She ran up to him and wrapped her arms around him, squishing her tight stomach and plush boobs against him. "You're home early! Want to see how I did on cleaning my room last night?" she asked with a smile that could warm the heart of a polar bear. In just two short days, she had changed drastically from the cold, aloof party girl she was.

"Sure Pumpkin, let's go see," he said, ready for what was often a disaster area. She bounded into the room, and Tom followed expecting to see something akin to a war zone. The inside of her room was uncharacteristically orderly. It still had the purples and blues she always had but the bed was made, the bar on the four poster bed frame was fixed, and the windows were spotless. There weren't clothes all over the floor, the desk was tidy, and everything was clearly dusted. The rug was vacuumed, the odd skeletal and edgy plushes were sat together, and her posters were all framed. Tom was slack-jawed.

"Wanda, I don't think I've seen the room this clean since we all moved in!" He exclaimed. Wanda beamed at Tom's praise.

"So I did good, Daddy?" She asked. Tom nodded.

"Very good," he said looking around.

"Yay! I'm going to try to keep the whole house this clean, if I can," she said beaming. "I won't do anyone else's bedrooms unless they say I can though."

"If your mother agrees to it, I say you're more than welcome to clean our room," Tom said, contemplating everything that had happened. "You're doing a good enough job, I almost think you deserve payment."

Wanda smiled and bounced a little, her breasts and curly brown hair moving with her excitement. "Oh, you're going to pay me back, Daddy? But what if I don't want money?" She said with a small giggle to her voice.

"What do you think would be fair, Pumpkin?" He asked, recognizing where this was going with how much his life was quickly emulating a trashy movie.

"Well, this took me a long time, so I think I could use something long too," she said. "And it was really hard, so I want something hard too," she walked to him slowly as she spoke before rubbing his cock through his pants. "Can I get something like that?"

"I can do that. And what would you like specifically, Pumpkin?" he asked.

"Want to fuck me over the edge of the bed while no one can hear?"

Tom looked at her. "Samantha's home. Next room over."

"Oh, then Sammy gets to hear you fuck me like a cheap whore. Sound fun?"

Tom would have been shocked if he hadn't fucked Wanda on the couch just yesterday.

"I think that can be arranged," Tom said, undoing his belt. "On your knees on the bed," he said, which Wanda squealed at. She pulled down her short shorts and panties and pranced over to the bed. She immediately got on it on her knees, her head on the comforter and her ass wiggling in the air.

"Daaaaadddy, I'm reaaaady," she teased, pulling her cheeks apart to show off her two waiting, wanting holes.

When someone hasn't been able to eat in a long time, they over indulge to make up for it. Tom was about to prove this is the same for sex. He pulled out his steel-like weapon of choice and rubbed it against the twenty-two year old co-ed's dripping pussy. He didn't care for her pleasure right now - though this was her payment, his goal was purely to get off and fill his slut of a step-daughter with his seed. He saw what that did for Carrie, and now he wanted to use this to improve his life. There was no better test subject than the daughter who used to call him such colorful names as "farthuffer" and "king dillweed" and now called him "Daddy" and "Harder." And he began fucking Wanda with that singular goal in mind.

In the next room, surrounded by pinks, whites and pastel colors and an assortment of cuter, softer plushes, Samantha laid on her side, her red cheeks unaccustomed to any contact like that. She would slowly roll onto her back to feel a tingle of the pain and roll back to her side when it was too much. She hated to admit she liked the feeling and wanted more. She wanted Tom to hurt her, pull her hair, spank her, maybe more. Then she heard Wanda scream and the rhythmic thumping of what had to be her getting fucked. She never took her boys home, unlike Logan who basically had gotten Charly to move in with them. So who was Wanda fucking?

Samantha's question didn't remain unanswered for long.

"Yes Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck your slutty daughter! Yes Tom, harder!" She screamed between the thuds, the slaps and the grunts.

Samantha was shocked. Tom spanked her then immediately went to fuck Wanda? Why? Why wouldn't he fuck her!? She deserved a turn with Daddy Tom too! She was his Princess!

Samantha rolled onto her back and slid off her pants, listening to the lewd noises in the next room and let her fingers explore her own folds. With each thud, she slid a finger into her virgin hole, pulling it out on the down beat, imagining that Tom was fucking her while everyone else watched. She would win. She deserved Daddy's love and cum more than the rest of them! Unless Daddy said no. He got the say - but she could make it a harder choice.

In the room of the older daughter, Tom grabbed Wanda's hair and yanked up on her, fucking up into her dripping wet pussy. He took his other hand and began aggressively kneading her breast. He wished she was bigger - the man loved a good handful of tit, and even a D cup wasn't enough for him. Maybe an F or G would be better. Curlier hair. Maybe make her get some blonde highlights. He liked the cleaning though - especially if her payment was a good dicking and a thick load pumped into or onto her regularly. Maybe she'd show off her glazed tits and pull in more for the harem he was building.

"Fuck me like a whore Daddy! I'm your whore!" She yelled.

"You're my fucking whore, Pumpkin and don't forget it!" He growled back at her before pushing her face back down onto the bed and holding her down as he slammed into her hard enough that she felt him crushing against her cervix. Wanda knew he might bruise her, and she honestly looked forward to the feeling.

Tom slammed his hips into her harder and harder, while Samantha aggressively fingered herself as she listened to her step-father fuck her big sister. She began to hit her first orgasm around the same time that Wanda did. Wanda's screams did not do enough to hide Samantha's moans though.

Tom's refractionary period had improved, but after giving Samantha her lesson, he had already been hot and bothered. Hearing Samantha's moans of orgasm through the wall mixed with Wanda's screams brought him closer to the edge.

"About to come," he groaned.

"Fill me up, Daddy," Wanda moaned. "Give me your cummies," she begged, and that was enough to push him over the edge as his filled her needy cunt with his mysteriously manipulative sperm. Jet after jet of it entered her until he pulled out his cock, sloppy with their mixed juices.

"Ooh, let me clean you Daddy," Wanda moaned, and Tom nodded even though she couldn't see him from behind. He climbed onto the bed and put his wet member next to her waiting mouth. Wanda took him into her mouth instantly, moaning at the combined flavor of his semen and her wetness.

"Oh, that's so good," she moaned once he was all cleaned off. She smacked her lips. "I'm gonna rest like this before I lick up the mess you left in me. Is that okay, Daddy?" She asked. Tom nodded.

"You rest Pumpkin. You did good today," he said, petting her slightly lighter hair.

"Yay, I did good," she said softly. She sounded like she was slowly falling asleep with her exposed rear to the world. Tom redid his pants and excused himself. As he left the hallway, he ran into a very cross looking Samantha.

"I want a turn too," she demanding, looking up at him.

"No," Tom said.

"I'll tell Mom!" She threatened.

"Your mother already knows I'm fucking your sister. And she can fuck other men too. Try again." Tom stared her down. Samantha pouted.

"But... but I want to have that kind of fun too!" Tom was amazed at how childish Samantha sounded, especially for a girl who was well on her way to 19.

"Sammy, Princess, you show me you can be a good girl, and Daddy will fuck you as long as it's safe. Okay?" He offered to her. Samantha considered.

"So if I'm good, you'll fuck me... but... what if I want more smacks?" She asked.

"Then be the right kind of naughty," Tom offered. "If you're good, you'll get a turn too." He was enjoying the new, bratty Samantha. Sammy. She was Sammy now.

"... okay Daddy. I'll try," she said.

After that, the sound of the back door opening caught Tom's attention.

"Back in your room. I'm going to check up on the door."