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One of the series, “The Family Practice”. I’ll add new episodes as they come to me and I’m able to write them. There will be a loose through-plot, and eventually an ending. Sometimes I might reach back and slip in new episodes earlier in the timeline. Read in order if you can.
All characters are over 18.
Aly has a special relationship with her dad, and has started working for him at college. Now Aly gets a new sister and I get a new daughter.
“Hello Aly. How’s it going? I wasn’t expecting you to call. I miss you.”
“i’m well, Daddy. The reason I’m calling is I’m recruiting another Freshman. I think you’ll like her. And she’ll be good for business. I’d like to bring her home for the holidays.”
“Sure. You’ve developed a good head for the business. What’s her name?”
“Great. Send her particulars. The usual. Social security, address, birthday, social media accounts, etc. I’ll do the research.”
“They’re on the way.”
I set to work on the research. You can learn an awful lot about a person with the right contacts, enough money and a dark web. What I’m always after is a history of what they’re up to in the shadows and a psychological profile. I have researchers online who can figure out all a person’s darkest secrets from their internet search histories, browsing habits, downloads, and also posts, particularly what they do when they think they’re anonymous. We do this for the target female and all significant people in her life–father, mother, uncles, siblings, baby-sitters, and so on.
What I learned about Bella was most reassuring. She would turn eighteen just before the holidays. She was from a broken and dysfunctional family. Her dad, Johny, has a long standing incest letch. He is interested in Bella and keeps a number of special photos of her but has never tried anything. Too weak. Her mum, Jennifer, is alcoholic with a life-long lover on the side. Her father. Since early childhood Bella has never felt protected, safe or loved. Parents who can’t face themselves, and therefore can’t face her. She herself has a barely suppressed incest and submissive letch. Always drawn to protective possessive father figures. Aly was right. She is ripe for the plucking.
I start to execute my moves.
I share with Aly what I’ve found and tell her to prime the pump. Show Bella pictures of me, tell her how powerful and protective I am, that I can be a rigid disciplinarian, but I’ll protect her like my own, and so on. I also buy Bella a plane ticket. I want her conflicted even before she meets me–awkward but protected, independent but owned, special but bought, loved but under my control.
I prepare the bedroom next to mine. Feminine sheets and pillow cases. Family photos around the room. Photos of me and Aly. Of me and other young women. Cousins, nieces, and so on. In all of them I have my arms around them or theirs around me, and they are all looking up at me. Beside Bella’s bed is an empty frame.
“Hi again. Have you two got your tickets? Great! You read Bella’s file? Good. What’s she like in person? Pretty, shy, fun when she gets going, eh? I can’t wait to show her our family ways. I’ll have her in the bedroom next to mine. I expect your support. See you Saturday.”
I arrange a limo to pick them up at the airport on Saturday. More psychological priming.
“Hello girls. Drop your bags. Come and hug me Aly.” She goes to put her bags in the corner.
“Now!”, I snap, “Everything else can wait.”
She drops the bags where she stands. She reaches up. Hands around my neck. My hands around her, one behind her head, the other to her ass. I pull her in.
“Mmm. Thats what I call a real kiss! I might not able to keep my hands off you till tonight. You too, eh? Don’t hold back!”
I settle into a long deep kiss with my favorite daughter.
“Thats better! It’s been too long since I held you. You’ve filled out, but not too much. Still barely a B cup. Is that a new perfume? Very sexy. It’s turning me on already. Good tongue, sweety.”
I’ve been watching Bella to see how she reacts. As predicted, but good to see my research confirmed. Aly and I have put Bella off balance, and she’s obviously drawn to the warmth between me and my daughter, and the way I wrap Aly in my arms. Anyone who cares to look can see Bella needs male power and protection.
“Bella is this making you uncomfortable? I’m sorry. Perhaps you’re not used to a family like this. But no worry, you’re one of us now and I’ll treat you just the same as Aly. I promise.”
Her face is reddening. It’s all such a shock. I’ve found her buttons and I’m tickling them. It’s what I do in so many ways, but more of that later.
“Oh dear. What’s the matter? Are you crying? No one’s ever said that to you before? Well, here’s a big hug just for you. So snug! Your parents were always gone? You were lonely? Only child? They never hugged? Well we do! Right Ally?”
I fold Bella into my arms.
“You’ve always ankara escort bayan missed that closeness? That protection? You’ve never had it? Always wanted it? In that case you’ve certainly come to the right family. You two can be like sisters. I’ll treat you like my daughter. I mean it. In every way. Aly don’t giggle.”
My right hand has dropped to Bella’s buttock. A nice squeeze. She starts to pull away but I hold her tight and squeeze harder. Always set expectations from the start.
“What’s good for my Aly will be good for my Bell.”
She settles back and yields to my bulk.
“That’s actually a nice name. I’ll call you Mybell. You’ll like that.”
“Um… yes… I think so…”
“And you’ll follow all the same rules as Aly.” Again setting expectations, and I squeeze her ass to underscore the point. “Aly its not funny! Do stop giggling. Oh don’t worry Mybell, I’ll teach you. We both will.”
I swat Aly’s ass with my other hand.
“But for now I’m just going to hug you. Mmm. You feel nice too. Barely B cups just like Aly. Mmm. My favorite, with nice nipples. Two handfuls for two hands I always say. Lovely little nips. And I bet they’ll stand obediently to attention. I’ll see to them later. And a nice tight bum. Do you work out? Here let me feel, flex your glutes. Yeah they’re strong. I’ll make sure you’re exercised well. Aly you’re giggling again!”
This is all happening very fast for Bella, as planned. She has no time to understand what’s happening. Understanding will come later tonight, and over the years. For now she is swept along by unfamiliar feelings, physically held tightly by a powerful male, cared for by a protective father, lost in his masculine scent and hardness.
“Mr Worth, how big are you? You hug like a bear.” is all she can think to ask.
“Oh, don’t be shy. And Mr Worth is way too formal. I’ll find a better name for you to call me later. Anyway, I guess I am. Hug like a bear? I guess I do. Hairy too. Two eighty pounds, six foot four, mostly muscle, I work out. Protective, provider, possessive, penis. The big four parental Ps.”
I feel her tremble.
“You like that do you? I’m here to hold you and enfold you whenever you want. Or I want.”
Another tremble, as I step back and fall silent to leave the statement hanging between us. She must note that I don’t withdraw it. Her mind, heart and pulse are racing, and she likes it.
I hold her away from me, my large firm hands gripping her shoulders. I turn her slowly, looking closely at her, scanning down her body and then back up again, taking in her ass, hips, belly, breasts and her lovely face looking up at me.
“You and Aly could be twins. Same height, build, ass, breasts, hair.”
I draw her back in and kiss her.
“Same kiss, same hands around my neck. Has Aly been teaching you how to kiss, Mybell? Mmm i thought so. Your perfume will be the only way I can tell you apart. This is definitely getting interesting. And we’ve got a whole month! A lot more if I play my cards right. Oops, I mean if we play our cards right.”
I let her go. I’ve prepared the ground and planted the seeds as I intend to go on.
“Ok enough of the formalities. Aly you get settled and into your home clothes. The black short skirt tonight with lace panties and low top.”
Bella’s eyes flickered at my tone and instruction to my daughter. But she accepted it. It must be normal for her new sister to be told what to wear and she somehow liked that. Good girl.
“Bella come with me. This is your room. It connects to my room through this door. Thats right, there is no lock. This way there’s no misunderstanding that you’re in my house and it’s also more convenient. Oh that’s to do with certain rules we have. For everyone. Yes including you, Mybell. You’ll see soon enough. I’ll fill you in tonight before you go to sleep. Your bed is very comfortable. For me too.”
She looks around the room, examining each photo closely. She sees in each I am with a girl, or sometimes two or more. And I usually have my arm around them, or they have theirs through mine, or around my waist or neck. The are all professional portraits, obviously marking some important event. The girls are mostly in school uniforms.. She wants to ask about the empty frame but doesn’t know how. Obviously it has some special meaning. Her female instincts are aroused. I imagine a sense of tingly foreboding spreading through her body. I smell the faint scent of arousal.
“The picture frame on the bedside table? Yes it’s empty. There’s a reason. I put it there for you. It will soon hold an important photo. You’ll see.”
Her eyes flicker to me and she squirms her legs.
“Now show me your clothes. “
She opens her bag while I watch. I rummage through all her clothes.
“Mmm. We’ll get you some new outfit’s tomorrow. For now I think these jeans. Tight to show off your lovely ass. My you’ve got nice broad hips. Baby breeding ready. No need to blush. It’s true. And this tank top. What undies do you have? Show me. Yes the pink satin with the bow will do. Nicely. eryaman escort I imagine they’ll show above your jeans a bit.”
She pulls out the clothes, then stops and looks at me.
“Now get changed. Yes now. What’s the matter? Oh don’t be silly, I like to watch. It’s as simple as that. You will accept it in this house. One of the rules. Now hop to it before I do it myself.”
She uncomfortably sits on the floor and starts to pull off her clothes. Like a little girl.
“Mmm. Twenty years old and still so innocent. Still not trained. Well, now will be your first lesson. Stand up! When you bend over always face away from a man. It’s an important discipline to learn. Unless he wants to see your boobs, in which case bend towards him. Sometimes you can combine the two by bending away and then half turning to look back at him. Yes that’s it. Present both your ass and tits. Very good! Now off with your panties. Bend forward dear. All the way down. Mmm you’ve got a nice fur coming in. I’ll decide later if that stays. And I think a little moist. Mmm yes indeed. Slippery as a fresh clam I do believe. Yep. Yes you are. You’re already coming on! Perfect! You’ll fit right in. As will I tonight. Just a figure of speech, darling.”
I smack her ass. One firm smack, one surprised yelp, one mark spreading slowly. Otherwise neither of us moves for a minute, as the scene burns into her memory.
“Now put on your outfit, put your clothes away, and come downstairs.” And I turn on my heel and leave.
Both girls have come skipping downstairs. Quickly. Famished. Excited.
“Girls I’ve got pizza for dinner. Nice and simple. And some wine. Oh don’t be silly, you’re big girls now and ready for big girl drinks. Bella you lay the table and Aly heat the pizza. I’ll get the wine.”
We eat hungrily through the first few slices, then slow down and start to talk. I quiz Mybell about her life. Of course I know all about it already, but I want her to open up. She talks about her lonely childhood, about how her father either ignored her or paid way too much attention. She talked of her absent mum. Of being an only child. She talked of her attempts to grow up and finding life at college so difficult. She talked of boys.
“Mybell, have you ever had a boyfriend.”
“I did once, but I’d rather not talk about it”.
Her eyes started to redden, and I knew she was thinking of her so-called boyfriend John Mackie. She had never let him past first base. He was a footballer who wanted more so he cheated on her. It’s all in the file. But she didn’t know I knew.
“What happened? Did someone hurt you?”
“Yes. He’s on the football team and is very popular. I thought we were in love and going steady. And then I heard him boasting about, um… er, making love to another girl.”
“So he was fucking someone and cheating on you?”
“I guess so.”
“Well, I always protect my family and you’re in my house now and like another daughter. So I protect you. That’s who I am. I protect my daughters. Aly, get my phone.”
Aly knew the phone. She had long watched me running business operations on it, as I early on exposed her to the family practice and later brought her into it. Sometimes she even participated in certain transactions. She understands the importance of utterly clear, reliable and above all confidential and authoritative communications. She knows I make sure all parties I work with expect this from me, and I insist they provide the same in return. Expectations.
The phone–integrated with a secure private network–has carefully selected apps for encrypted text, voice and email, and for sending and receiving certain digital assets. Everyone I work with knows they are dealing confidentially with me and will act according to instruction.
Aly hopped up and quietly brought the phone. I unlocked it and told her to speed dial 36, which she did. When a man’s voice answered I took the phone.
“Jack… Richard here… I’ve got a job for you… there’s a certain footballer in a certain college who has hurt someone who is important to me… I want you to hurt him… nothing major but enough to make sure he gets the message… perhaps a simple fracture of the right forearm… enough to put him off the team for the rest of the year… and when you do it, just give him the message ‘when you cheat on a girl you make their family angry’… make sure he repeats it back… I’ll text you his name and particulars.”
Both girls are looking at me. Mybell is open mouthed. I tell Mybell to go to the text app on the phone and type in the young man’s name and college, then hit send.
The scent of arousal again. We all quietly breathe it in.
While looking straight at Mybell, I say, “Now I know what you will call me.”
Looking me in the eye, she also knows.
The rest of the meal follows in silence.
“Well we made short work of the pepperoni, but some cheese is left over for tomorrow. More wine Aly? There you go. You’re used to it.”
She sips her etlik escort wine.
“Mybell? More wine. Just a little for you. I want you to have your wits about you for this evening. It’s important you are fully aware for tonight’s adventure. Oh you’ll see. Just joining a new family is an adventure. And learning our ways. We’ll start as soon as we’ve cleaned up.”
We hurry through the dishes, and I say, “Now let’s start”.
“Mybell, I think you’ll like the way we do things in this house. They’ll be new to you, I know. How do I know? Oh Aly told me a little about you, and I searched the net for more information on you and your family. It’s amazing what you can find. Oh don’t worry, your story is safe with me, and I promise to help in any way I can. If you don’t want to go home during holidays or after you graduate, which I could understand, you can stay with me as long as you want.”
She starts to say something but I cut her off.
“Oh dear, you’re still worried. Look just have faith. I know you have not had enough cuddles and protection in your life from your family. You have a lot to learn in that department. Come here. On the couch. I know you need it.”
She slides in beside me.
“There, that’s better isn’t it. In closer. Head on my shoulder. That’s right. You don’t mind my hand there do you? It feels nice does it? Yes, it does. Alysha loves it too, don’t you Aly? She learned to like it during her gap year before college. So you have a lot of catching up to do. But you’ll get there.”
She sighs as she relaxes into my bulk beside her, my arm around her, my hand gently caressing.
“You have nice breasts. Mmmm. Your nips are swelling. Getting hard. Are they tingling? Yes, they’ll do that when they’re squeezed. You’ll learn. What’s that you said? Sometimes you’ll find you just make inarticulate sounds, not words. Alysha loves it when that happens. Whether to her or me. That’s right. Me too. We all make sounds without words when we’e happy. I think she’ll like it when you make those happy sounds too. Oh dear there you go again. Did I do that? Right there? Like that? And again? Mybell is feeling good, isn’t she!”
She breaks for a moment to say, “Mmmm. I am feeling good. Daddy. I like saying that. And I like being here.”
“Use your tongue dear when I kiss you. Gross? No, it’s really nice. Here, I’m going to run my tongue right into your mouth. Just keep your mouth wide open. I’m going to feel all around and as far back as I can with my tongue. I’ll slide my tongue under and over yours. I might even reach your throat. You may not want it but I want it and that’s what’s important. And when you understand it’s important to me then you’ll like doing it for me. And then it’ll be important to you, and you’ll want it. Yes really want it.”
She opens her mouth.
“No. Open really wide.”
She obeys. I kiss her, and hold my lips to hers, and explore around the sweet sweet cavity. I am going to make such good use of this orifice. I probe and explore until I feel her sag and relax and sigh in my arms.
“Wow, that was fantastic. You liked it did you? Want more? Do you want to try it too?”
She nods dreamily.
“Ok. Here goes. Aly you can you keep time with your phone so we can see how long Mybell can take my tongue. I’m going to go as deep as I can. And Mybell, if you start to gag just breathe through your nose. Here I come ready or not.”
She does just that, and then starts to sputter. But I don’t let her go until I’m ready.
“Daddy, you sucked my tongue!”
“Yes, that’s right. I went deep and I sucked your tongue.”
“But you didn’t warn me!”
“No of course not. You’re not going to get a warning every time I try something new. Unless I want. And I’ll only want sometimes. But I did notice those funny noises you make got louder the more I sucked your tongue. So I know you really liked it. Aly how long did she moan for? Almost a minute? I’ll bet she’s getting wetter too. She was already moist before dinner. Yes, I checked. She liked me watching.”
Mybelll looked from me to Aly and then back again at me. Slowly her eyes widened. Now she understood that Aly was somehow part of me. And now she also wanted to be part of me. She reached out a hand to Aly who took it.
Mybell was now being prepared by both Aly and her Daddy. Her nipples were erect and the scent of female arousal strong.
I sat up and helped Mybell move.
“Mybell lie down on the couch now. That’s it, on your back, nice and flat. Don’t cross your arms or hands. Keep them at your sides. Now off with this tank top. Aly you kneel here and keep her mouth occupied. Lots of tongue. It’s important she not speak. No protest, no whining, no thinking, no thoughts. She must just receive and feel.
I fall silent, my voice and mind are quiet as I work Mybell. I cup her breasts. Two hands, two breasts. My fingers hold her nips, brush gently, squeeze and tweak. Then working each in turn I introduce my innocent Mybell–for that she is–to my sucking lips that pull her nipples into my warm wet mouth where suction holds them to my tongue which flicks and licks the buds. Her intermittent wordless moans increase amid the quiet suck and gentle kiss-kiss sound of Aly’s lips on hers. I sense Mybell’s mouth held open to Aly’s mastering, and held also by Mybell’s own willing or rather her un-willing.
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