Part 1

The discovery

It was a warm sultry early morning in the suburbs of Los Angeles. John Makivic was preparing to enter the morgue. That's right, he was a mortician. Most of his days were spent grooming dead corpses for the funerals that awaited them. He in truth, hated his job. At first, John was fascinated at the concept of death; and thought it would be cool to work with the dead one on one. But as the years had rolled on he found it interlay too dreary. His shift began at 1 A.M., and finished at 8. On this night the rigorous hours pissed him off greatly. He was going to miss his daughters 12th birthday party. He'd have to be asleep during the festivities. True he loved his daughter, and wanted to be there for her more than he had been. But inside, he wanted to see his daughter prance around in the frilly little cheerleader outfit she'd asked him to purchase for her. His daughter was hot, just on the cusp of womanhood, and he had to miss watching her blossom. Damn work! On this night however, he would be getting into areas of his nature he never thought possible. As he sauntered into the freezing room where the bodies where kept. He was to work on one specific corps, she was in drawer number 44. He walked his weary tired self where the rows of bodies where housed and opened that drawer. He was taken aback to see who this particular dead body was. "Hell that's got to be one of those Olsen girls," he said to himself in amazement. He recognized the form, because those two starlets were an idol for his little girl.

The next thing that happened to the tired family man as he peered down at the cooling dead twin shocked him. His cock began to grow in his slacks. The Devil took over his senses. He always wanted to fuck those two annoying girls. And if he couldn't see his daughter in that skimpy mini-skirt. Why not use this kid for a model? After-all, nobody was around. He'd never be caught. He had the keys, and nobody else was due to arrive for hours yet. He walked out of the freezing room for an instant and came back in with a pink rectangular cardboard box. "I don't know if I'll go to hell for this," he said under his breath. "But hey it'll sure liven up the nightshift." He sat the box down on a table that rested near him, opened it. And there inside, was a burgundy school-sweater, a golden yellow mini-skirt, and bright yellow panties.

He compared the size of the girl here and his lovely young daughter. They were approximately the same size. "Okay Miss Olsen," he said looking at the lovely lifeless girl. "Your gonna be the first dead starlet to get fucked by her mortician." He smiled a sinister smile, than began to ready for his sadistic task.

Part 2

Giving in to sin

John lifted the naked child out of her cold housing, then placed her prone on to a flat raised table. He had to look at her chart before he could really commense. After-all, it was only right to know which of the stupid twins he was about to invade. "Ahh little Ashley huh?" he said with a smirk. He continued reading. Apparently, she had been found belly-up in a lake not too far away. It was such a fresh event that her parents weren't even aware of the tragedy. "Don't have much time kid. Your folks are gonna be here in a few hours to identify you.

With that, the mortician went to work. First, he got a wet rag soaked in hot water. Then, gently rubbed it all over her chilled corpse. He wanted her warm to the touch, not frigid.

Then, it was time for the make-up. He gave her eye-shadow; blush; and finally Ruby-red lipstick. Part of the job of a morticitian, is to make the dead look as alive as possible. John was a man ready.

It was time to dress her fast. John's growing member wasn't going to take much more waiting. "If I can't see my kid model these tonight, then you'll have to do bitch!" He was growing angry, as he was having a tough time holding her leg up while slipping the yellow panties on. "There you go honey. Perfect fit." He slid them up past her waist, and snapped the waist-band against her belly. Let's see if you still jiggle." Reaching up grabbing her lifeless hand, John violently rolled her on her tummy. Then; gripping Ashley by the ankels, pulled her towards him so her legs would hang off the ledge of the table. With his left hand he pressed against her spine to make certain her trunk was still in the table. With his free arm he quickly pulled down her panties to just above her knee. "Fuck kid!" John said in awe. "More perfect than I could have dreamed. Her ass was firm alright, prefectly purportioned. The man was a wreck he wanted to slam her so bad.

"Whack," was the audible noise as John gave the dead child a stern spanking which left slight red marked on her ass.

"I was right! You do still jiggle back here." He held the girl still and knelt down behind her. Then, like a wolf to fresh meat; he began vigorously and cruely licking and kissing her butt cheaks. He enjoyed her childish rump 4 about 45 seconds, then pulled her shorts up again. "Gotta get you dressed bitch. I always wanted to bone a baby cheerleader. For the next few minutes he was preparing her for her last fuck.

"Too bad she's not alive to enjoy this." John thought to himself as he dressed the once vibrant teen for her finest hour

Part 3

It took about ten minutes for John to have everything perfect for his depraved action. He had dressed her emaculantly in the little cheerleader outfit. He had her sat on a stool, propped up against the wall. He had no perfume handy, but in order to keep her smelling fresh, her body was mildly caked in after-shave lotion. In his desk drawer was a rubber-band, which was used to pull her blonde mane into a pony-tail. Underneath the girls feet was a tiny amount of blondeish hair. That's right, John had shaved her bare. He had always imagined them being. "Ok you're about ready for action," John said hurridly. He gripped her by her limp arm and lurched her off the stool, let her fall to the floor, then he began to strip himself.

Standing over her was intoxicating. She looked so peaceful laying there. Her lips were puffy and full; her eyelids were calmly shut. Another object in his possesion, was an instant camera. "Smile for the camera sweetie." As he snapped a photo down on her, his cock was twitching with passion. After a few clicks, he knelt over her, kissed her newly ruby red lips, then pulled up her sweater. Now exposed, was her belly and stiff b-cup breast. "Yummy." He stoked her right breast, flicking at her nipple. "If this hurts speak up girl." In a snap, he put his mouth right over her other breast, and sucked hungrily. Just before pulling back, he bit down on the tit, pulling on her nipple with his teeth. "I thought you'd like that bitch," he said chuckeling under his breath. He rose to his feet and took a few more pictures. It was time to mount the kid. John was tired of the foreplay.

"Here we go brat!" He leaped on her like a lion attacks his pray. He clutched at her hair, nearly ripping out clumps in the palm of his fisted hand. His other hand was roaming blindly under her skirt, searching for the elastic in her panties. He began kissing her lifeless mouth, as he got a firm grip of her undies and tore them off by her hip. "Fuck I want you!" He reached behind and bent her legs spreading them wide open, then slid his waist between them, so they would not close up on him. "Did you die a virgin Ashley?" He was panting wildly. He felt the opening of her clit caressing his prick-head. Then with a roar he was inside her.

"Come on bitch! Take me deep!" He gripped her hips and pistioned in her like a jack-hammer. "I..knew..it, John said panting. "You're awful loose for a 13-year-old kid. What's the matter...Did daddy rape you." With those words he drove in harder, his groin slapping against her body. "Can't say I'd blame him for that." Harder and harder went his log into her. His nuts were contracting, he could feel his juice about ready to inject her. "Not yet kid." He jerked out of her body, and took a deep breath.

He got to his feet and walked to his desk, pulled out a roll of scotch-tape. "This is something I've always wanted to do babe." He walked over to her above her head, tore of 2 pieces of tape, and applied them to her eyelids. Achoring the tape to her forehead he pried her eyes open. He picked her up, placed her back on the table, but sideways. Her head was bending backward over the ledge of the table. "Let's give you some more makeup." Her head was now upside down level with his cock, her eyes open. He began jerking his rod fast; all the while, rubbing it all over her lips. "Aghhh! Here goes nothin." With that, John exploded his desire all over her face. Some of his cum was embeded in her pretty eyes. "What a way to go out slut."

Over the next half-hour, John cleaned up the mess. By the time Ashley's parents made their way to the morgue, there was no evidence of his crime. John felt very lucky, and at the same time guilty. He vowed nothing like this could ever happen again. Little did he know, that Ashley's sister Mary-kate would be the next to feel his wrath.

Part 4

Jessica's new friend

As stated before, John had a little daughter. Her name was Jessica. She was not so little, she had just reached her 13th birthday. On the night that John nailed a very dead starlet, he came home to his baby girl. He loved her more then anyone could, especially since his wife of 16 years was no longer living with them. She had been diagnosed with a form of mental illness, and much of the time was housed in an institution. The child was pretty well-adjusted given her environment. She was slender of build; small cheasted, with lovely straight brown hair flowing down her back. She had braces on her teeth that she really hated. But most of all, the girl was a complete innocent, a father's dream. John freely admited to himself, after his wife left, of having an occasional thought of incest when it came to her, but it would never get that far. But if any harm ever came to his girl, there would be hell to pay.

John was haunted by what he had done for a month. Whenever he would be off work spending a day with his daughter, he could hardly look her in the eye. He thought this would be his own private hell, until one day the sins of the past leaked into the present. John was home on his couch looking at his newspaper, when Jessica came sauntering in from school. "Daddy daddy!" She shouted enthusiastically, as she stood in front of her dad. "I met a new friend at school today."

"That's nice babe," John answered peering up from the paper. "Don't you have better clothes than that to wear to school? You're gonna have all those snot-nosed-horn-toads pawing all over you." She was wearing cut-off jeans, with a slash mark rip over the right hip. She had a tight red nit sweater tucked in, and from John's first thought, she wasn't wearing a bra.

"That's the idea daddy," she said jokingly. John wasn't amused.

"Talk like that again and you are grounded," he said sternly.

"Gee dad, it was only a joke." With that, John resumed reading. But then, it happened. "Dad can you stop reading for a sec? I gotta ask you something."

"What is it Jessie?

"Can I stay over at my friends for the weekend?" Seemed harmless enough of a request.

"Sure I guess you can." With that approval, Jessica ran to her father and hugged him tightly.

"Thanks you're the best." John subconsciously let his hand roam to his daughter's rear as they embrased. He was starting to stiffen when she pulled back. She turned to head of to her bedroom, but John stopped her with a question.

"Who is this new friend of yours?"

"Oh daddy you'll never guess in a billion years." She was giddy with excitement. "It's Mary-kate!" She smiled a cute tin smile. But John did a double-take. Did he hear right?

"Mary-kate who?" He was starting to remember the feel of Ashley's clit wrapped on his cock. Of course Jessica couldn't see him sweat.

"Duh Dad!" she said, in a snooty teenage manner. "Mary-kate Olsen." She again turned to leave, but not before explanations. "She moved here about 2-weeks ago, and we hit it off great. "You know what dad?" she asked inquisitivly.

"What?"

"It's funny how even famous people get lonely. I guess she needs a friend after they found her sister drown like that." John wanted to puke. "Well enough talk, I have to pack. Love you!" As she made it to her room, John knew the guilt might never end.

Part 6

A Crime Against the Family

It was a hot night that evening, as Jessica nestled in Ashley Olsen's old bed. It took her quite a long time to get to sleep after the events that had taken place earlier, but eventually she went out like a light. She slept on her side, her legs in a bent position. She had her pillow next to her, underneath her arm. She was cradling it like it was a teddy-bear. She always slept with some form of a stuffed toy at home, but at Mary-Kate's home, she wasn't too comfortable in letting the "little-girl" in her show. After-all, she wanted to appear cool to her new friend. It was too hot for her covers to be on, so she was laying above them. To keep the room cool, the girls had agreed to leave the bedroom window ajar. Jessica was a sleeping angel.

So was Mary-Kate. On the bunk next to young Jessica, she slept soundly also. This was a surprise for Jessica; who was expecting to talk "girl-talk" way into the night. But, not five minutes after Mr. Olsen had left the room, the girl was out cold. Mary-Kate slept on her back, her pretty head cocked to the right, and her head nestled on her fluffy pillow. She did have covers wrapped over her, of course she was very close to the open window.

The two slept for a bit, when Jessica was awoken by a noise. It sounded like someone tripping over something. "Mary-Kate is that you?" Jessica asked groggily, as she sat up in her bed. It was too dark for her eyes to see anything so quickly. Then, was the unmistakable sound of the window being pulled shut. "Mary-Kate what's going on?" She was becoming scared. "Mr. Olsen is that you?" There was no response. She started to get up from the bed, when a pair of hands stopped her before she could fully get up.

"Don't worry Jessica it's me," Mr. Olden said, looking down at the darkened figure in his daughter's bed. "I just wanted to see if you two were okay." Jessica was relieved.

"Oh thank God! I was freaking for a second there." She sighed and pulled Mr. Olsen's hand off her shoulder. Then she got wary again as he sat at the foot of her bed, and just gazed at her for about thirty seconds. She subtly grabbed a bed sheet and slid under it, trying to give off the notion she was going back to sleep. "I'm fine sir. You can go back to bed now."

Mr. Olsen grinned down on her. "Okay sweetie I'll go back to bed." He reached out gently, and ran one of his hands through her lovely brown hair. Jessica lurched back in shock.

"Ok goodnight sir," she said, annoyed and repulsed at the same time.

"But not before you give me a kiss." He began to lean towards her more aggressively. Jessica pushed him away hard.

"What! Don't touch me you freak." Then the nightmare began for her. Mr. Olsen grabbed her by her locks and put his mouth on hers. She tried to pull away, but her was holding on to her hair so tightly, it was no use. "Help Mary-Kate! Get your Dad off me!" Then she was hit hard on the cheekbone, she felt like half her teeth may fall out from the blow. He stood up on his knees, and straddled her waist.

"Some houseguest you are. I'll have to teach you how to be a proper guest in my house young lady. He held her trunk down with one hand, undid his pants with the other. "Don't worry about my kids, they're out cold. We won't be disturbed kid. He let go of her terrified mass for a few seconds, so he could beat his meat. Then he stopped, sprang at her, and pulled the pillow from under her head over her face. "Now I'm gonna make you a deal," he said, smothering the cotton pillow over her mouth. "You shut up while I get you're fucking pj's off, and you can breath." He pulled both ends of the pillow down harder. "You understand?" She was flopping under him like a dying fish. He let the pillow up for a second, there was no resistance. Only gasping and quiet sobbing. "Good girl you learn fast." He caressed her tummy, and slowly began to remove her top. "I knew I was gonna do you as soon as your little slutty-ass walked in my house. Those fucking ass-hugging shorts, and that peek-a-boo sweater." He ripped her shirt off and threw it over to his drugged daughter. "I love baby-tits they poke up so nice." He pawed at her nipples making them stiffen.

"Please mister," she said pleading. "Stop this I'm just a kid like your daughter." He grabbed her windpipe and kissed her once more. She began choking.

"I told you to shut up!" He let go and hit her with all his force, then put her on her belly. "Anyway, you won't be a kid after tonight." He gripped the pajama bottoms and pulled them down, revealing the most perfect ass a little girl could own. It was firm, plump, and juicy in all the right spots. "Oh god! I can see why you enjoy showing this ass off." She started to squirm, so with a audible noise he whipped her ass. "Sit still, or you'll regret it." He spat on his hand, and in a rush, began to jerk himself off. "Let's see what this butt can do." Jessica felt his slippery pole feeling out her butt-crack, but she could never imagine he'd think of putting it up her ass.

"Aghhh!!!!! Stop it. You're hurting me." The head of his snake slowly dug the hole to her anus, her muscles contracted, she fought it like a trooper.

"Come on bitch! Relax and let me in. Or ill beat you unconscious and get in that way. Either way this ass is mine tonight." He panted behind her head, stuffing her face hard on the bedding. Then, with a tremendous tare he fit his whole size up her rear.

"Mfhhh!" Was all Jessica could say, as this man cruelly invaded her bowels. She was sickened by the sound of his waist slapping against her jiggling buttocks. It hurt like nothing she'd ever felt before. And it seemed like the more she bawled into the mattress, the deeper and harder he'd plow her.

"Oh shit baby," he said in mid thrust. "I can't take it much longer." He was panting and having a ball, but his nuts were contracting, he was gonna blow. "You want me to stop?" he asked thrusting. Then he let her face off the bed.

"Yes please God stop!" she cried.

"Then you have to do everything I tell you. Okay?"

"Yes I swear, just no more pleeeese!"

"Fine." He hoisted out of her ravaged bottom, but before he could lose his hard-on he grabbed her by the arm and lead her to his sleeping daughter. "God what a fine bitch I made huh?" Holding Jessica firmly in place, with his free hand he played with his meat once more. "Get up on that bed and pull her blankets off for me." She hesitated, but he shoved her there anyway. "It's either this, or seconds of your ass, your choice.

"Ok just don't hurt me anymore." She climbed up on the bed and pulled down her bedding. Mr. Olsen jumped on her other side, grabbed Jessica's hand and wrapped it on his stick.

"Stroke it. And stroke it fast!" He was boiling over with lust. "Do it fast. But stop when I say or I'll push those braces down your throat. You hear me sugar buns?"

"Yes sir." She was humiliated; her ass hurt; and she just wanted to get home safe. With that, she played with him fast. His cock was throbbing in her inexperienced palm.

"Keep it going," he said, looking at his kid. "Faster." She jerked the man off fast and hard. "Oh yeah you little slut..so nice. Fuck, get ready to stop bitch." He jerked her hand away and climbed over the face of his girl, rubbing his cock-head on her pert lips. "Come here and open up her mouth for me. Grab her chin and pry it open. In five seconds kid or I finish on you.

Jessica did as she was told, as Mr. Olsen invaded the mouth of his own flesh and blood. "Daddy's coming baby," he said in mid stroke, feeling the walls of her mouth around him. "Oh fuck!!!!!" With that ropes of cream splattered the sleeping child's face. Jessica wanted to run, but she had one last chore to do. "Clean all that shit off my baby's face."

"W-w-where's the towels?" She was still in shock from the trauma she'd been through.

"Not with any towel stupid! Lick it off." She started to whimper like a dog, when her face was pressed firmly against Mary-Kate's. That's ok baby keep up the fight. I think you're giving me a bone again." She screamed loud in objection. "Ready to go again hun?"

"No-o-o," she was mortified. She could smell his body all over her mouth.

"Then lick," he ordered. And if you don't do it like you're enjoying it, don't worry there all so drugged they'll be out for hours, I'll be the one to teach you how to behave.

Jessica spent the next twenty-minutes licking every crevice on Mary-Kate's body. The terror would end a few hours later. She wanted to throw him in jail, but he was too influential. He could hurt her Father. Or worse, her Mom trapped in a hospital. She knew it wouldn't be wise to cross such a cruel man.

But family honor would be restored soon.

Part 7

Horrible Secret

John had a long week of work, too many hours of overtime for his taste. He hadn't been able to see his daughter very much at all. When he did see her at the dinner table, she was very quiet. This was not at all like Jessica, but John just figured it was some sort of a female thing. Anyway, he figured they'd have time to catch up now, he was off for a week. As he made his way to his front door that morning, he was looking for a bit of family tranquility. He opened the front door of his home, and was angered at what he saw. Jessica was sitting on the couch watching television. Her hair was in tangles, she was still wearing her pajamas, slouching down with her feet resting on the table in front of the sofa. She was a mess, playing hooky from school. But, what shocked John the most was she was slurping on the nozzle of a liquor bottle. His little girl was drunk.

"What in the hell are you doing here!" John was infuriated. He slammed his briefcase on a table and marched into the living-room. Jessica just stared at the glowing box, trying her best to ignore her father. John looked at the program airing, it was "Billboard Dad", an Olsen Twin production. He wanted to ignore it, but the twins were prancing around in swimsuits. His cock twitched as he remembered the feeling of raping a very cold; but supple Ashley Olsen. He pulled his attention back to his inebriated kid. "No time for t.v. young lady!" He yanked the booze from her hand, and muted the television. He gripped her by the arm, and stood her up. She was so loaded, she could barely keep her legs under her. "What were you thinking? Drinking while I'm not home." He tried to shake her sober.

"Would you rather I drink when you're home Dad?" She replied flippantly.

"Shit you are trashed. I'm so glad your Mom doesn't have to see you like this." He glared sternly in her eyes, his face red with anger.

"What do I care? She's crazy anyway."

"You say that again and you're in bigger trouble then you already are." He let go of her arm, and began to walk with her to her room, when she abruptly stopped and faced her Dad.

"What are you gonna do ground me?" She snickered at him. "Big deal, I've been through a lot worse daddy." Tears started to roll out of her beautiful eyes. John's look went from anger to concern.

"What are you talking about Jessica?" She turned back to the couch and wept. Her head was buried in her hands. "Alright, obviously something is wrong." He sat next to her, and raised her head to eye level. "I come home; you're drunk; and now you're crying. I want to know what's going on now." He meant business.

"I can't tell you Daddy," she said innocently.

"Why not? You can tell me anything." His concern was boiling. "I've always told you I'd give protect you with my life, haven't I?"

"I would, but you'll get in trouble." The alcohol was making her open up.

"What do you mean Jess?"

"That creep Mr. Olsen made me promise not to say." John was confused. "He said he could make us poor and homeless if I told." She relocated the bottle, trying to take another drink, before John stopped her.

"Put that shit down!" he pulled the drink back. "You're going to tell me what's wrong. If you don't, being homeless will be the least of your worries. Do you understand me?" This was his final ultimatum.

Jessica looked into her father's strong reassuring glare, she couldn't keep it in. "Oh Daddy I'm so sorry!" She hugged him tightly bawling.

"Shhh honey it's okay. Just tell me what's wrong. I'll make it right for you always." They stopped the embrace and she prepared to tell it all

"I let Mr. Olsen do things to me last week," she said sniffling.

"What!" He was stunned. "You mean he touched you?" There was no answer, her silence said it all. "This is very important sweetie. What did Mr. Olsen do to you? I have to know."

"Oh Daddy he made me do the sickest things!" She hugged him hard once again. She was shaking like a leaf. "I didn't want to do it."

"He raped you...I'll kill that asshole."

"You can't do anything to him. H-h-he says he knows the cops. And, he said if I told he'd get you in trouble. I'd be all alone Daddy. Please don't go like Mommy did." She was really frightened for him.

"It's okay baby --Nothing is going to happen to me." He brushed her hair to the side. But I'm going to make him pay for hurting you. I have no choice. I might need you to do something for me." He stood up and began to walk his drunken daughter to her bedroom. "But, you get some rest for now. I'm going to make this right.

"How can you do that?"

"Don't worry about it," he said, nearing her room. "Just trust me. And know that I love you." She entered her room. "We'll talk later okay pumpkin?"

"Okay Dad. I love you too." She shut her door, and the rage inside John was exploding.

"Eye for an Eye you bastard!" He shouted out loud. Then, sprinted away in a huff.

Part 8

Daughters desire

Weeks had passed since John's daughter Jessica suffered at the hands of the Olsen father. But the wheels were turning is his mind. Thoughts of retribution were consuming his mind. Anger was boiling within him. He had just returned from a long walk. He had left work early that evening, but he knew his daughter would be asleep. He tiptoed quietly to her room and looked in on her, careful not to awaken her. She was under the covers, curled into a ball unconscious. In the past, John would have been turned on at this sight, but now he just had the feelings of a concerned dad. "I'm so sorry sweetheart," he said under his breath. Then he knelt down and kissed her cheek. He quietly sleeked out of the bedroom and headed downstairs. Maybe a little television would calm him down.

As he reached the couch and began to turn the stations, images of his little girl being abused flooded his mind. The anger swelled. The threw the remote towards the tv screen. "Fucking bastard!" It was cold so he put his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "What's this?" he asked as he pulled out an object that was embedded in his right pocket. "Oh my I forgot all about this." He held a photo he had taken of a dead Ashley Olsen. She was bent over a table clad in the cheerleader outfit, the yellow panties pulled down to her knees, miniskirt hoisted up, beautiful firm buns exposed on film.

John's anger was taking the form of raw desire once more. "What the hell," he said matter-of-factly. He made his way over to the tube and found the copy of "Billboard Dad". He slipped the tape in and began to play it, and retook his position on the couch. As time passed, he alternated his attention from the film and the snuff photo in his hand. Not too long after this, his pants were unzipped, he was beating off hardcore. "You want war asshole. You've got war!" His balls were contracting violently as he continued mind-raping the Olsen girls. "I wonder if that other slut daughter you have is as tight as the dead whore I reemed out!" He was damn close to exploding. "OHHHH GOD DAMMIT BITCH!'

"Daddy what are you yelling about?"

"Shit" John thought. Jessica had awoken, due to the television, and his own overexzuberence. He quickly put the photo back in his pocket, and set a worlds record in re-packing his meat, but couldn't get the video off before little Jess made her way down to her father.

"Daddy I heard you yelling," Jess said running in front of her embarrassed dad. "Who's here?

"It was nothing honey," he was still trying to catch his breath. "I was just yelling at this stupid movie." Jess sat down next to her dad, studying the movie.

"Daddy how could you watch this!" She was horrified. "Did you forget what their creep dad did to me." She started to get up in a huff, but John put his hand on her shoulder and sat her down. She began to weep. "I hate those two. Mary-kate didn't tell me her dad was such a perv!"

John kissed her tearing cheek. "Listen, I know it's hard to understand why daddy's watching this. But, believe me when I say I haven't forgotten what that asshole did to my little girl. He will pay I swear it." The two kissed warmly. As Jessica pulled away, she looked at her fathers crotch, saw the pants bulge.

"Daddy can I ask you a question?"

"Of course you can," he replied soothingly.

"Why is your thing sticking up?" She was embarrassed to ask this, but curious as hell also.

"Uhh honey that's not something you're old enough to understand," he hoped that response would be enough to satisfy her. No such luck.

"That mans penis was big like that when he attacked me. Were you touching yourself as you watched the movie." Damn the kid was perceptive.

"Honey things like that just happen for no reason." John was caught red-handed. "Go on up to bed I'll be quiet I promise."

"I'll go after you answer my question ok?"

"What now sweetie?

"Do you want to fuck them like that man did me?"

John stood up and looked down on his child. "Honey I know you've been through some bad things. But you shouldn't talk like that."

"I'm sorry, but that's what the man said when he put his thing in me." She got up to her feet and hugged him. "If you want I can trick Mary-kate so you could do her." She was expecting her dad to get mad, but for some reason she was getting turned on by the thought of her father with Mary-kate. "You think she pretty don't you?"

John's cock was aching. Before he knew it his hands were on his daughters ass. They began making out, John was swimming in desire. "I'm so sorry baby, daddy shouldn't have done that." He started off to his room, when Jessica stopped him.

"Daddy don't go." She grabbed her pajama bottoms and let them fall to the floor. This revealed white flowery panties that gripped her hips. "I want you to show me what you want to do with stupid Mary-kate. She grinned with her pearly white teeth. She just had her braces removed a few days before.

John approached his kid and traced her face with his finger. He looked into her innocent eyes, lowered his right hand and clasp the waistband of her panties in his hand. With one quick tug, her panties were ripped from her mid-section. He gently but firmly guided her to her knees. "You want daddy to fuck you?" The devil was consuming John now.

"Yes please, show me." She was really begging for it.

"And after I'm done you're gonna help me get back at Mr. Olsen." He was gently petting her like a dog.

"Oh yes I want her to be treated like the bitch she is."

"Undo my pants sweetie." She obeyed. "Go over to the vcr." She began to rise, but her dad stopped her. "Crawl for daddy. And when you get there I want you to pause it when there's a hot mouth scene."

"Why do you want me to do that?"

"Cuz I want their mouths. And you're gonna suck me hard while I look at them." He let her go. "You ask for this sweetheart, now go do it!"

As she fumbled with the recorder John began to stroke looking at his obedient daughter. "Is this good dad?"

"Come over to me and put that sweet face on my cock." She crawled like an infant to her father's hard-on. The tv was paused on the perfect spot. The two starlets were looking through the screen right at John and his hungry prick.

He slapped his meat on his daughter's face, causing a audible noise. He smeared the head all over her lips, as if he was applying lipstick. "Now baby here are the rules," John said softly. "Number 1. You're Mary-kate." He started to rub himself hard. "Number 2. I'm gonna fuck your mouth and I'm doing it hard. If I feel one tooth I'll have to whip your little ass. And finally I want you in my bed from now on. Understand?

Jess was a bit scared at how crazed her dad was getting, but she did push him to this. "Yes I pro-" Before she could finish the scentace her father's fat cock was logged in her mouth.

"I'm gonna show you Mary-kate." He gripped Jessica by her beautiful brunette hair. "Suck it harder bitch!" The cock was fully in her face, her beautiful eyes were bulging in fright and wonder. "I want to hear the sucking." His eyes were glued to the twins, remembering how great it felt to sodomize the deseased Ashley. He pulled her ears, using them to aid in his thrust.

"Mmmmph ukk" Choking sounds were coming from little Jessica's abused throat. "Why did I do this?" She thought to herself as her dad rammed in her esophegus. She thought her dad was gonna moth-fuck her to death.

"Stop blubbering Mary-kate! God your face was born for this." He swiftly pulled out, pushed his daughter on her back. Jessica gasp for air. "I don't have a rubber so your mouth will have to do." He sat on her cheast and repositioned his cock at her mouth. All Jessica could see was her father's crotch and belly. "I'm gonna fuck your mouth like a cunt. Open wide now!"

"Daddy please let me bree." John had climbed down at started choking her with his hands.

"You think this is bad sweetheart. Then you should see what I'm planning for the real Mary-kate." Jessica was in fear, but at the same time she was soaking in her own cum. "Open your slutty face now!" He released his hold and put his cock above her face once more.

He looked at the Olsen Twins as the picture started moving again. With evil vigor he pummeled hid daughters throat, his balls meeting her chin. "Oh baby I hope you're hungry. Daddy's gonna blow."

Jessica had never tasted cum before she was scared. But as the same time, she could feel the meat pulsing on her tongue. All she knew was, it was near over. His prick left her face for an instant. "Remember I want you swallowing it all."

"Yes Daddy I'll suck it all down," Jessica said. "Just hurry pleese." With that, John entered her mouth and put his full weight over her face. After about 8 thrust John couldn't hold it anymore.

Aghhhhh! Shit!" John shouted. Rivers of salty sperm made its way down Jessica's face and into her belly. John rolled off his kid, as she held her stomache and gagged on the aftertaste. John stood up, reached his hand out and lifted up his baby. "You're amazing. Let's get to bed." He walked with his shocked daughter up to his room.

"Daddy?" Jessica questioned as the neared his room. "Is that what's gonna happen to Mary-kate too.

He kissed her on the cheek. "That's only the tip of the iceberg." He ended on an ironic note. "Nobody hurts my baby and gets away with it." With that he carried her to bed as if he was married to her.

Operation Mary-kate was next.

To Be Continued