The Mustang roared through the city streets, its powerful engine growling as Mikhail weaved as it sped away from the entrance of the public high school. Beside him, Alisha sat with her arms crossed, her lips still pressed into a thin line as she glared out the window. The rays of the sun cast a warm glow over her flushed cheeks, but her eyes remained stormy with indignation.
Mikhail glanced at his daughter, a small smirk playing on his lips. Even when she was angry, she was the most adorable thing as her pouty lips showed her emotional state and her chest heaved with every huff while her fingers nervously fiddled with the hem of her skirt as she also worried if her dad would not care about her because of what she was doing. He couldn't help but find her frustration lovely as she was doing such a show for him.
"You know," he said, his voice smooth and teasing, "you could just tell me what's bothering you instead of giving me the silent treatment."
Alisha shot him a glare. "I'm not giving you the silent treatment."
"Then what's with the face?" He reached over, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered, brushing against the soft skin of her cheek.
Alisha swatted his hand away, but her heart betrayed her, fluttering at his touch. "You know exactly what's wrong."
Mikhail chuckled as a smile stayed on his lips. "Ah, so you're jealous."
"I am not jealous!" she snapped, her beautiful blue eyes open wide as she looked at him and her voice rising before she caught herself. She lowered it to a hiss. "I just don't like how… how friendly you are with Eve."
"Friendly?" Mikhail raised an eyebrow. "You mean how she kissed me?"
Alisha's face burned. "Yes! She...she licked you! Right in front of me!"
Mikhail's smirk deepened. "And you didn't like that?"
"No!" Alisha crossed her arms tighter, her thighs pressing together as she shifted in her seat. The memory of Evelyn's tongue on her father's cheek made her stomach twist with something she refused to name.
Mikhail slowed the car as they approached a bustling plaza. The ice cream shop stood at the center, its cheerful sign advertising a dozen flavors. Families and couples filled the square, laughing and enjoying the afternoon sun.
Alisha blinked. "What are we doing here?"
Mikhail turned off the engine and faced her, his expression softening. "I thought we could use a little sweetness to cool down." He reached for her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "Your favorite—strawberry sundae with extra whipped cream."
Alisha's anger wavered. She loved that flavor, but she wasn't about to give in so easily. "You're just trying to bribe me."
"Is it working?" His voice was warm, his gaze locked onto hers.
Alisha's breath hitched. She could never resist her dad when he looked at her like that—with such a loving look as if she were the only thing in the world that mattered.
"...Maybe," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mikhail's smile turned triumphant. He leaned in, his hand cupping her cheek. "Good. Because you're my baby girl, and I can't stand seeing you upset."
Before she could respond, his lips were on hers—soft at first, then deeper, more demanding. Alisha melted into him, her hands flying to his chest as she let out a soft moan. The kiss was intoxicating, his tongue sliding against hers, playful and tasting her before it started to get needy as it claimed her.
When they finally pulled apart, Alisha had cloudy, love-filled eyes and breathless, her lips swollen while licking them, still trying to savor his taste, her body hot and trembling with need. She wanted more... She needed more.
Without thinking, she jumped out of her seat across the gearbox as she straddled his lap, her skirt riding up as she pressed herself against him. "Sweetie...don't do that!" Mikhail groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she ground against his already hardening cock.
"What if you hurt doing that?" he murmured against her lips, his voice distressed but also with something more in it. "It will hurt me more than you...you know?"
"I don't care, Dad...I want more...please~..." Alisha whimpered, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him again without waiting for an answer, her hips rolling in desperate little circles. The friction of his cock against her panties was maddening, the thin fabric doing little to hide how wet she was.
Mikhail's hands slid down, gripping her smooth and pliable soft ass
Alisha moaned, her back arching as his fingers teased her bottom. "Daddy~, daddy~~..."
As he was enjoying the pliable bottom of his daughter, a naughty finger passed through the crack as it found her soaked panties, and he couldn't help but get even more horny seeing how soaked his daughter was already. "So wet for me already, kitten?"
"Maybe I should eat cake instead of ice cream...It seems to be such a juicy and delicious cake."
"Daddy~~, please—don't tease me more~~. I..." Alisha trembled over his lap almost without strength as she leaned over his body, her head resting on his neck as she inhaled with perversion his scent, enjoying it.
A sharp knock on the window made them freeze.
Mikhail's head snapped toward the sound, his eyes widening as he saw a family of four standing outside the car, staring at them with a mix of shock and amusement.
'Shit.'
Alisha buried her face in his shoulder, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Mikhail cleared his throat, adjusting himself as best he could before rolling down the window.
"Uh… everything okay in there?" the father asked, trying—and failing—to hide his smirk.
Mikhail forced a laugh. "Just… uh, having a private moment."
The man chuckled. "Well, maybe take it somewhere less public next time."
"Good idea," Mikhail agreed, his voice strained.
As the family walked away, Alisha groaned, hiding her face in her hands. "Oh my god, I can't believe that just happened."
Mikhail sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, maybe we should… cool down for a bit."
Alisha pouted but nodded. She reluctantly climbed off his lap, smoothing down her skirt as Mikhail stepped out of the car. The fresh air did little to cool his arousal, but he managed to adjust himself before helping Alisha out.
She leaned against him as they walked toward the ice cream shop, her arm wrapped around his waist. Despite the near-disaster, she couldn't help but feel giddy after enjoying her father's kisses, his touch, the way he looked at her like she was the most beautiful girl in the world.
Mikhail pressed a kiss to the top of her head as they entered the shop. "Still want that ice cream, baby girl?"
Alisha grinned up at him. "Only if you share with me, daddy."
Mikhail's smile turned wicked. "Oh, I'll share anything you want, kitten."
....
An hour later, the car revved as it rolled through a nice neighborhood with beautiful, large houses and ample spaces of land between them. It was clear at first sight that to live there, one needed to be quite well-off to afford a house in the neighborhood.
The car was just slowing down to pull into one of the houses when a silver Porsche 911 convertible raced through the street, blaring loud music and honking as it passed by them. With impressive driving skills, it slowed down just enough to turn into the same house they were heading to.
Mikhail's grip tightened on the steering wheel, his jaw clenching as he watched the car pass by. "Dammit, those girls are going to get themselves killed driving like that."
"I'm sure that's Nadia, Dad. Punish her for driving like that," Alisha huffed beside him, her arms crossed. "She always drives like a maniac."
Mikhail shot her a sideways glance. "And how exactly do you know that? and that the one driving isn't Natasha?"
"When we were driv..." Alisha said without thinking before stopping.
Alisha's cheeks flushed. "I...I just know, okay? Humph." She said as they parked and quickly left the car.
Mikhail chuckled, not missing the way her eyes darted away from him. He had a pretty good idea of how she knew, but he decided to let it slide—for now.
Before he could say anything else, the doors of the Porsche flew open, and his two stunning little twin sisters tumbled out. Nadia, the taller of the two, stretched her long legs as she stepped out, arranging her long blond hair falling down her back, her short skirt riding up to reveal the curves of her ass. Beside her, Natasha, more petite than her twin but with a luscious, round ass that made Mikhail's cock twitch, giggled as she was getting out of the car while pulling a bag along.
Soon Natasha's eyes locked onto Mikhail, and she didn't hesitate. With a squeal, she launched herself at him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed her body against his. "Brother!" she cooed, her voice dripping with affection.
Mikhail barely had time to react before her lips were on his, her tongue pushing past his teeth in a hungry, wet kiss. His hands instinctively went to her waist, pulling her closer as she moaned into his mouth. One of her hands slid down, slipping past the waistband of his shorts to wrap around his already hardening cock.
"Tasha..." Mikhail groaned against her lips, his body responding to her touch. "Don't get so worked up, sister."
"It's been hours, brother...let me recharge my energy, baby.." Natasha moaned softly against his lips, enjoying feeling her brother hardening at her touch and kiss...
But the moment was short-lived. Nadia, never one to be left out, shoved her sister aside with a huff. "My turn," she declared, taking Natasha's place in Mikhail's arms.
Nadia's kiss was even more aggressive, her body pressing against his as she ground her hips into him. Mikhail growled, his hands gripping her ass as she whimpered, her own arousal evident in the way she rubbed herself against his thigh.
Alisha, watching from the side, rolled her eyes. "Unbelievable," she muttered before stomping toward the house.
Natasha, breathless from her kiss, called after her. "Wait, Lisha!" She hurried after her, linking her arm with Alisha's as they walked inside. The angry bundle of cuteness started smiling and giggling as she embraced Tasha while they went inside.
Mikhail was left in the garage with Nadia, who was already pulling at his shorts, her fingers teasing the waistband. He grabbed her wrist, stopping her. "You know I'm going to punish you for driving like that, don't you?"
Nadia's eyes were naughty with desire, her lips curling into a smirk. "Mhm," she murmured, her voice thick with need.
Mikhail sighed. She clearly wasn't taking this seriously. He turned her around, pushing her against the Mustang. "Hands on the car, ass out," he ordered.
Nadia obeyed without hesitation, bending over and presenting her round, perfect ass to him. She even wiggled it around, making Mikhail's cock throb at the sight. Not being able to resist the allure of the succubus, he pulled her skirt up, revealing her lacy thong, which was already damp with arousal.
"Raise that ass, little minx," he growled, his hand coming down hard on her flesh. The sound of the smack echoed through the garage, followed by Nadia's moan.
"HN...UUHN~~!"
Mikhail didn't hold back. He spanked her again and again, his hand leaving bright red marks on her skin. "Hnnn~~!" But Nadia only moaned louder, her body writhing in pleasure against the car as she desired more. "Th...that's all, brother~~?" she teased him as she wiggled her cute red bottoms with trembling legs.
Mikhail's cock was rock hard, pressing against his shorts as he continued to spank her. "It seems you're enjoying this a little bit too much," he growled, his fingers sliding beneath her thong to tease her wet pussy. "Quite a little slut for this, aren't you?"
"Y-yes…" Nadia gasped, her body trembling with need. "But you love me like this, don't you, brother? Admit it."
"I do. I love seeing you like such a horny bitch for me, baby."
Mikhail was about to pull his cock out and fuck her right there when the garage door creaked open.
"Dinner's ready," Sasha, their mother, announced as she stood in the door entrance from the house leading to the garage, her voice calm but her eyes sharp as she took in the scene.
Mikhail froze, his hand still on Nadia's red ass. Nadia, her face flushed and her body trembling, quickly straightened her skirt and hurried inside without a word as she passed by her Mom, who looked at her with sharp eyes but deep inside held amusement.
Sasha's gaze turned to Mikhail, her expression unreadable. She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to cup his cheek. "Couldn't resist fucking your sister?" she asked, her voice soft but teasing.
Mikhail groaned, his cock still aching. "She was asking for it."
Sasha rolled her eyes at that as her body pressed against his, and one hand surrounded his neck into a loving grip as she pulled him down a bit, her mouth crashed into his, wet and sloppy, tongue forcing its way past his lips. Her other hand was trailing down his chest to his waistband. She pulled his cock out of his shorts, her hand wrapping around it as she began to stroke him. "Mmm, you're so hard," she murmured between their kisses before dropping to her knees.
Mikhail's head fell back with a groan as her lips wrapped around his cock, her tongue swirling around the head. "Mom…My love..."
Sasha's eyes met his with an enjoyable look of satisfaction, hearing his pleasant sighs as she took him deeper, her throat working around his length. The sight of her on her knees, her lips stretched around his cock, was almost enough to make him come right then and there, as he was already quite worked up for a while. His fingers tangled in her hair as she took him deep, her throat fluttering around his cock. Sasha's feeling her son's hand in her head, caressing her so lovingly, felt like a good girl, which excited her even more as her lips stretched obscenely around his cock while hollowing her cheeks, taking him all the way down.
Her hand also cupped his balls, massaging as she bobbed her head, her tongue never stopping. Mikhail's breath came in ragged gasps, his cock throbbing against her tongue.
"Gonna come, love," he grunted, his voice rough.
Sasha just sucked even more eagerly until he started spilling down it with a groan. She swallowed every drop in delight, her tongue cleaning him off before she pulled back, licking her lips.
Mikhail's chest heaved as he leaned against the mustang with weak legs, looking at her flushed and smirking face, his cock still twitching as she stood, her body pressing against his again. "Good boy," she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction. "And, welcome home, husband."