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   Father in Control   
      
   Bill locked the front door, wondering how he and his family had ever   
   reached this point.   
      
   He had truly loved his wife and children once, years ago, back  when   
   the girls were young and innocent, back when his wife respected him.   
      
   When had that respect disappeared?   The  girls  were  more  out  of   
   control than ever now, and Bill didn't know of a way to  stop  them.   
   His daughters seemed to rule the house now, and he  seemed  to  have   
   very little input.   
      
   Bill came back over to the couch, quickly turning off the television   
   set.  He sat down on the couch, feeling a small lump as he did.   
      
   Bill dug his  hands  under  the  cushion  of  the  couch.   He  felt   
   something soft and silky.  He now tugged hard on the item.   
      
   It was blue, silky and very thin.   Bill's  daughter,  Brooke,  must   
   have left it here.   
      
   Brooke was the wildest of  his  four  daughters.   She  was  blonde,   
   pretty and known to do just about anything when it came to a man  or   
   a party.   
      
   As Bill held the garment, he started to sweat.  He quietly  wondered   
   how the garment had been left here.  Then he remembered about a week   
   previously, when he had come down early for breakfast.   Brooke  had   
   been in just a blanket, standing by the door, looking out.   He  had   
   surprised her.   
      
   Bill stared down at the small nightgown, and he started  to  get  an   
   idea.   
      
   His daughters were wild, out of control, and didn't believe or think   
   they could be stopped.  Maybe Bill could control them,  not  through   
   the usual threats, grounding and punishment.   Maybe  he  could  use   
   their own wildness, their own sexuality, against them.   
      
   Bill now stood.  He had planned to go straight to bed,  but  he  now   
   decided to take a detour.  He started up the steps, to the  communal   
   bedroom of his daughters.   
      
   He moved quietly, though he knew the four up  here  were  all  heavy   
   sleepers.  The other daughter was downstairs.  Bill now slowly  made   
   his way in the room.   
      
   His daughter Heather kept a small night light by her bed.  It was no   
   surprise to Bill that her sheets were pulled up to her neck, and she   
   looked every bit the angel she was.  Heather had lustrous brown hair   
   that spread out on her pillow.   
      
   Joanne was in the bed next to her.  Joanne  had  black  hair,  which   
   framed a pretty, if average, face.  Bill stared down, seeing  Joanne   
   in a white tee shirt.  Though her sheets were  pulled  down  only  a   
   bit, he could just make  out  the  rounded,  fleshy  mounds  of  his   
   daughter's breasts.   
      
   Jamie was in the next bed.  Jamie was just as wild  as  her  sister,   
   just as pretty, just as  fleshy.   Unfortunately,  Jamie  was  dumb.   
   Bill couldn't explain it, but Jamie was always getting into  trouble   
   because of what others lead her into.  Jamie was a lot better formed   
   than Joanne, and her body showed.  Jamie's sheets were  almost  off,   
   and he could see the outline of her large breasts, and  the  outline   
   of her panties against her tee shirt.   
      
   Then, finally, there was  Brooke.   His  daughter  had  very  little   
   modesty, or maybe she had  just  decided  that  she  would  be  safe   
   sleeping with her sisters.  Brooke's sheets were almost off, and she   
   was naked!   
      
   Bill stared down at the small, firm breasts of  his  teen  daughter,   
   her blonde hair almost covering one.  He watched as she rolled  over   
   slowly, and he suddenly could see her ass, shining in the  moonlight   
   streaming through the window.   
      
   Bill stopped thinking then.   He  felt  himself  getting  even  more   
   excited.  He dropped the blue silk to the floor,  then  his  shorts.   
   He quickly got into bed with Brooke.   
      
   One minute, the pretty blonde teen was asleep, dreaming  about  guys   
   and clothes and guys, the next there was  a  hand  over  her  mouth.   
   Brooke struggled as she felt a hardness enter  her.   She  tried  to   
   straighten, only to see her father's face over her's.   
      
   "Just stay quiet," he whispered.  "I'm just  going  to  fuck  you  a   
   little bit."   
      
   Brooke tried to scream, but her father's hand was  over  her  mouth.   
   She arched her back in pain as she felt him start  to  work  in  and   
   out.   
      
   Bill had never felt so much pleasure, felt so much  control,  as  he   
   started to fuck his daughter.  The screams behind his hand, the wild   
   shaking, the dryness of her, all made him work quicker and quicker.   
      
   Brooke was in shock.  Not only was she being forced to fuck, but  it   
   was her own father!  Brooke again tried to shake, tried to get  away   
   from her father, but he gave her a small slap,  keeping  her  pinned   
   where she was.   
      
   "Just lie there and take it," he whispered.  "It's what you like."   
      
   Bill went faster and  faster,  the  tight  grip  of  Brooke's  pussy   
   thrilling him again and again.   Just  the  violation  of  her,  the   
   violation of the rules of what keeps a  family  together,  made  him   
   work frenziedly.   
      
   Brooke felt her father quicken his stroke.  She  stopped  trying  to   
   fight then, because she knew it was a lost cause.   Her  father  was   
   deep in her, and there was little she could do.   
      
   Bill saw the tears gleaming in his daughter's eyes,  but  they  only   
   pleased him as he thrust faster and faster.   
      
   Bill came then, sending his seed deep in his daughter.   He  watched   
   the blonde cry under him as he continued to work in and out of her.   
      
   Brooke had thought her father would quit, once he had  peaked.   But   
   she was surprised and frustrated when he continued to go in and  out   
   of her.   
      
   Bill knew he had gone too far now to look back.   He  was  going  to   
   have to live with what he had done.  Yet he felt  good.   He  hadn't   
   fucked a woman like that in a long time.   
      
   Bill squeezed Brooke's breasts as he slowed his thrusting in and out   
   of her.  The blonde's tightly curled pubic hair still excited him.   
      
   Brooke didn't know what to do.  She had never  been  forced  to  bed   
   with a man.  Yet her father, her own father, had just raped her!   
      
   Bill knew he would have to do  more  than  just  this  for  Brooke's   
   demoralization to be complete.  He now  moved  up,  slapping  Brooke   
   softly as he waved his manhood in her face.   
      
   "No," whispered Brooke, not wanting her sisters to wake and have  to   
   do this.  "No, daddy, please, I-mmmf!"   
      
   Bill held Brooke's head as he thrust in  her  mouth.   His  daughter   
   quickly started to choke and gag, and he pulled on her hair as  hard   
   as he could.   
      
   "Stop that!"  he quietly ordered.  "If the others hear  you,  you'll   
   be sorry.  Now suck daddy!"   
      
   Bill worked his manhood in and out of Brooke's  mouth,  hearing  the   
   choking and gagging diminish.  He smiled as his  manhood  went  down   
   the throat of his daughter.   
      
   Brooke tried to cry, but she was silence by her  father  working  in   
   and out of her mouth.  She just couldn't believe what was happening.   
   Her father was forcing her down on him, and he didn't seem  to  feel   
   the slightest bit of guilt.   
      
   Bill worked faster and  faster,  now  fucking  Brooke's  mouth.   He   
      
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