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Editing Reailty Book 1, Chapter 7: Edited Lives

Editing Reality

Book One: Naughty Fantasies Created

Part Seven: Edited Lives

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this.

Becky Davis

I lay on my bed trying not to hear the moans bleeding through the walls. She did it. That little trollop did it. My younger sister was such a whore. I couldn't believe she would seduce Dad while Mom was out of town visiting her friend. It was sick. And Dad...

He let the little trollop do it.

Such a fury ran through me. I knew that nasty tramp wanted to screw our father. I knew it. She was such a whore, always pressing against him, pretending to like fixing cars so she could drape herself over him. She soiled the pure love I had for our father. I wouldn't try to seduce him. I wouldn't do something so disgusting.

My hands balled up into a fist. I smashed my hand down on my bed as Sam's voice moaned louder like she was cumming. Having a filthy orgasm on Dad's cock. I rubbed my thighs together, imagining myself beneath Dad, loving him. It would be so beautiful. Not so whorish like Sam.

That little eighteen-year-old trollop was the worst.

Why did I have to have a sister as wanton as her? How could we come from the same womb?

The sounds died. She had her orgasm. Her nasty pussy must have milked Daddy's cock dry. I shuddered, my poor panties so wet from the wanton sounds. They echoed through my bedroom. Even with the sounds gone, they still resounded through my room. I wanted to screech in horror. This was so terrible.

I hated her.

I stared at my door. I should march in there and yell at her. Shame her. I should show Daddy how a true daughter loved him. Not like a whore, but something pure and beautiful. My thighs rubbed together beneath my nightgown, my poor panties soaked. A frustrating ache filled me.

When I burst in, I would see to Sam getting spanked so hard. She would be punished, and Daddy would love me. I hated Sam so much for stealing—

—having the guts to lose her virginity. I was happy for Sam, but so envious all at the same time. It was so exciting listening to her and Daddy making love. I smiled, my pussy aching. I pulled my fingers from my virgin snatch, buzzing from my orgasm.

It was so hot masturbating to Sam losing her virginity. I had such delicious orgasms listening to their passion. I was so envious of her. If that eighteen-year-old cutie could have the courage to lose her virginity to Daddy, why not me? I was twenty. Older.

I licked my spicy juices off my fingers, savoring it. My entire body buzzed from that wonderful orgasm. Sam was such a bold girl. I really, really wished I had her courage. I swallowed, shivering as I cleaned my fingers.

Why couldn't I have the courage? Daddy loved us both. He was so patient with me, to wait for me to be ready to make love to him. Maybe... Maybe it was tonight. My heart thundered in my chest. I licked my lips, struggling to gain the courage to get up.

I had to do it. ...