Robert Jenkins - Sisters in bondage

The best remedy he could think of for his state of mind was a quick fuck with May. But when he came storming into the house, no one was there except Sue.

"What the fuck you doin' home from school?" he snapped.

"It's a holiday, Daddy," Sue said anxiously. She was horribly afraid of her father.

"Where the hell's May?"

"She went out."

"What?" Anders roared. "Why… that fuckin' bitch!" Instant jealousy flooded through Anders. To him, "out" meant she was out fucking some punk kid. Fucking some punk kid when her own father needed her! Slow rage began to boil inside Anders' warped soul. By God, he'd get even with the bitch for this! He thought.

"Daddy… can I get you anything?" Sue asked timidly. Suddenly Anders knew how he was going to get even with May. His faded blue eyes fastened on his youngest daughter. For the first time he realized she was pretty. In a way, as pretty as May. But instead of May's lush build and sexy brunette coloring, Sue was smaller, blonde, and graceful. She was a real foxy little chick.

"Yeah, you can get your old man a drink," Anders said. His voice was cool, controlled. He knew just what he was going to do.

"Sure, Daddy," Sue gulped, and went to mix him one.

"Just bring the bottle," Anders yelled after the girl. "And some mix."

Sue brought a full bottle of vodka and a pitcher of orange juice. "It's the only thing I could find, Daddy," she said nervously.

"It's fine, just fine, Sue," Anders said, trying to smile. But as usual his smile came out as a leer. Sue didn't notice it, though. Unlike her sister, who had always been strong, who had always fought to hold onto her dignity no matter what Anders might do, Sue was timid. Her aim was to avoid the lightning bolt by pleasing. Sue wasn't really very bright. But she was sweet. Sweet and gentle, which was why May was so protective of the younger girl. She was unequipped to take care of herself in the unhappy world she'd been born into.

"You have some, too," Anders suddenly said, pouring a hefty shot of vodka into a second glass.

"Oh, no, I couldn't, Daddy," Sue protested.

"Dammit! I said to have a drink!" Anders snarled. But when he saw the sudden fear in the girl's eyes, he softened his voice.

"Come on… you'll like it. Just put some orange juice in with it. You won't taste the vodka at all."

He slopped orange juice into the glass. Sue timidly sipped.

"Come on… drink up," Anders ordered. Sue drank the rest of the screwdriver. It took her a few minutes to get it down, but soon the glass was empty.

"Have another," Anders said, refilling the girl's glass. He could see she was already half drunk. This is gonna be so easy, he chortled to himself.

Within a half-hour he had the girl so drunk she could hardly stand. "Hey, whatta you think of your old man now?" Anders asked.

"Jus'… Jus' fine, Da'y," Sue slurred, hardly able to articulate the words. She stared stupidly at her father.

Anders put his arm around the girl's shoulder.

She automatically started to flinch, thinking he was going to hit her. "You an' me's gonna get to be good friends," Anders leered into the girl's face. "I ain't been payin' enough attention to you, Sue," he said. His arm squeezed tightly around Sue's shoulder, clasping her to him.

Sue was stupefied. Too drunk to be cautious, it seemed to the love-starved girl that her father was really trying to be warm to her. A great surge of hope flared up inside her.

"You… you really mean it, Daddy?" she murmured.

"Sure, baby! How would you like me to start bein' really nice to you?"

"Oh, Daddy, I'd like that better than anything in the world," Sue cried.

"Well, then, let's have another drink," Anders grunted. The girl still seemed a little too much aware. He hated to let go of her to make the drinks. Her hard little tits were poking against his chest. Further down, he could feel her slender legs pressing against his.

The next drink nearly knocked Sue off her feet. She began swaying dizzily. "Don'… Don' feel she good," she muttered. Anders took her by the shoulders and guided her toward the bedroom. His bedroom, but Sue was too far none to notice.

"Come on… I'll take your clothes off and get you into bed," he said. Sitting the girl on the edge of the bed, Anders began undressing her. Sue's clouded mind drifted back to the last time someone had undressed her. It had been her mother, when she was a little girl. A warm feeling of affection flooded through her. She'd have done anything to prolong the feeling of being loved.

Anders pulled of the girl's blouse, then fumbled behind her to unclasp her bra. When he finally peeled it from her, his breath drew in with a whistle.

What a sweet little pair of tits! Maybe not as big as her sister's, but solid and beautifully shaped. The white little mounds thrust straight out, capped with tiny pink virginal nipples.

Anders was tempted to reach out and caress the perfect little tits he'd just bared, but thought he'd better get the rest of the clothes off the girl before she became alarmed.

As Anders began unzipping Sue's tight blue jeans, she fell limply back onto the bed, her legs trailing over the edge. Anders had to hoist her ass up off the mattress to work the jeans down over her sexy hips. He pulled her panties off with her jeans, all in one sweaty struggle. Finally the girl was naked, lying drunkenly on her back.

"Jesus Christ!" Anders hissed. The girl was a real blonde! Silky blonde pussy hair fluffed out over the tightest-looking little cunt he'd ever seen!

Sue began to writhe around on the bed.

"Daddy! I don't have any clothes on!" she whimpered.

"It's okay… it's okay," Anders reassured her.

"But… But I'm naked!"

"That's okay. We're gonna play a little game."

"But I shouldn't be naked!"

"Look! Don't you want me to keep liking you?" Anders snarled irritably.

Sue's eyes flew open. She had been working her way to the middle of the bed. Hearing the old hate-filled tone in her father's voice, she became afraid. What had she done wrong?

"Now you just lie there and we'll play the game," Anders grunted. He made sure the girl was positioned right in the middle of the bed. Then he got some soft cotton cord out of a drawer and began tying her down. There were little stubby posts at each corner of the bed frame. He tied her ankles and wrists to them so that the girl was stretched out, spread-eagled.

Enough of the liquor had worn off so that Sue was beginning to realize what her father was doing. She suddenly became afraid and began jerking and tugging at her bonds, but they were tight and held her down firmly.

Anders watched the girl struggle. He could feel his cock lurching in his pants as the naked teen-ager flailed around on the bed. Her firm little tits bounced and jiggled. And with her legs spread open the way they were, he found himself staring straight up her crotch. Underneath that silky cunt hair, he could see the scarlet gash of her pussy slit.

Hot waves of excitement washed over Anders. He had never tied a woman down before. God, it was exciting! Particularly when it was his own daughter! He began pulling off his clothes.

Sobbing and panting, Sue eventually gave up fighting against her bonds. She was sober enough now to see that her father was naked. Her fear-filled eyes swept up and down his overweight but still powerful body. Her eyes were drawn to his huge cock, still semi-soft, dangling massively between his thick hairy thighs. A shuddering thrill of horror rippled over the girl's naked flesh.

"It's gonna be all right," Anders said, crawling up on the bed. He began to stroke the girl, running his hands hotly up over her silky flanks, caressing the flat planes of her taut, teen-age belly.

And then he was touching her tits, marveling at how firm they were. The tiny nipples puffed up, two small pink flowers. But God, it was her cunt he wanted! Her sixteen-year-old cunt!