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heed warnings please. story has underage sex and incest.
morning~
She sits up in her bed, blankets pooling at her waist, but she doesn’t rise. With a yawn, she rubs her sleep-crusted eyes and blinks at the clock on her nightstand. Seven-fourteen. Her lower lip pushes out unhappily. More than enough time to get ready for school.
Maybe she can persuade him otherwise.
Footsteps pad down the hallway, heavy but quiet. They've lived in this house long enough to avoid all the creaky floorboards when they want to, and although Frigga's new husband insists it’s “no big deal,” she’s old enough now to understand, what they’re doing should be best kept secret.
She sighs and glances out the window. Clear skies and sunlit streets. A baby cries in the distance. Summer is right around the corner, and soon she’ll be spending all her free time with friends, in the mall. She hopes, anyway. All depends on him. Her stepfather prefers she stay where he can keep an eye on her, which means sometimes weeks will pass before she steps foot outside her home.
Her bedroom door slowly opens, they’re past the need for knocking- and a sharp dressed figure in his late forty's peaks in, long black hair perfectly styled for so early in the morning.
Her stepfather steps inside and leans on the door, pale long fingers braced against the frame. He’s dressed in white silk shirt and dark slacks. When he notices she’s awake, he gives a cool smile.
“Good morning, Thor.”
Thor scowls, pretending to be annoyed. “Laufey.” she greets back snidely.
He's still in the doorway, hasn’t made a move, She knows he heard her and she dares him with a smirk. They’re past this game but she keeps at it, she loves getting a reaction from him outside these rooms. It wouldn’t be the last time she baits him. And he indulges her brattiness, waiting.
“Why don’t you come in?” she says, keeping her voice indifferent so it doesn’t sound like she’s begging. She’s determined to keep up the pretense that she doesn’t like their time very much, and so far it’s worked. But Laufey’s clever, and he always watches her very closely.
Not that she really has any say in the matter. Her step father has the keys to her bedroom and window and even one for the closet. He has keys to all the rooms in the house, in fact. He knows exactly where to find her, all else is pretense.
Laufey stalks forward, finally crossing the threshold. Her eyes unconsciously drift to the open door, but she doesn’t say anything.
“Did you sleep well?”
Thor shrugs, suddenly uncertain. She remembers Mr. Coulson telling them about a surprise test later in the week. She thinks it might be today, and a frown pulls at her lips. Maybe she should go in. Be responsible and stuff.
He pauses at her bookcase and pretends to examine her collection of Harry Potter books. They’re the only things she takes care to maintain, carefully wiping the dust off. They were the last things her real daddy got her before he left her and mother.
“You’re missing one,” he points out, and her frown deepens. He means the Deathly Hollows. The movers lost it a year ago. She’s been eyeing the book for quiet some time, but it’s expensive.
She melts against her wall of pillows, tugging the covers into her lap. He notices it. Laufey keeps track of everything concerning her.
Sniffing, Thor crosses her arms. “Maybe someone should buy it for me.”
An eyebrow quirks, but he doesn’t turn away from the display. “Maybe someone should.”
She huffs and switches her attention back to the door. The fact that it’s still open unsettles her. It could just mean he’s here to wake her up, nothing more. It could mean he just hasn’t gotten around to closing it yet.
Or it could mean something new.
When she glances back, he’s staring. She flushes and wonders if there’s a smudge on her face. Dirt from yesterday. She presses the tip of her finger to her chubby cheek and mutters, “What?”
He stays silent and her heart skips a beat when he eases closer instead of replying.
“You’re jumpy this morning.” He notes, taking another step, one long finger trailing along the bedpost.
“Hmph.”
He nearly frowns and pauses beside the bed. Her heart is doing jumping jacks in her chest. The uncertainty of what comes next always floods her with thrill. What will he do? When will he do it?
Laufey sits on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. “Are you feeling unwell?”
She barely refrains from rolling her eyes. “I’m fine.”
His jaw works like he’s struggling to keep an icy retort inside . For a split second, she fears he'll simply turn around and leave. But then he lowers his voice and asks, “You’re taking the pill?”
Her eyes immediately flinch to her nightstand. The bottle is hidden under hundred pens, markers and other stationery. She has enough to last her through the summer.
Thor nods and plays with her sheets.
His shoulders deflate minutely, and he tentatively reaches for her hand. His palm is cool, long fingers wrapping around her own, so big they envelope her whole hand. She shivers, nerves alight with expectation.
“That’s good,” he murmurs, staring coolly at her again.
She shifts nervously. “What? Why do you keep looking at me like that?”
For a moment, there’s nothing but the low buzzing of the air conditioner and faint sound of the shower. Mom’s always in there for at least half an hour. She needs to scrub and exfoliate and a hundred other things.Their monthly water bill is hundreds of dollars.
Laufey’s hand drifts to her cheek, as if guided by an invisible force. That's how they begin. “I like looking at you, Thor.”
Pink rises in her face again, and she tries to duck her head. He only compliments her in this room, and she’s really never sure how to react. Say thank you? Pretend they don't mean anything? He grabs her chin and forces her to make eye contact. His emerald green eyes are unusually dark. On a regular day, his eyes are moss green, cool and a touch condescending. But now they’re heavy with something else.
Her lips part, and she stares back, breathless and waiting.
He leans close, a calculating look on his face, and kisses her. Thin lips soft and careful, moving against hers with a gentleness that belies the darkness in his eyes. Thor trembles, kissing him back, and climbs into his lap, clutching at his silk shirt. A cold hand massages her knee, then glides to her upper thigh, bunching up the hem of her nightgown. It dips between her legs, and she eagerly spreads them.
He inhales sharply against her mouth. “Thor.”
She presses a kiss to his chin.
“Have you been touching yourself?”
She nibbles on his lower lip. Isn’t the answer obvious? These days she can hardly fall asleep without bringing herself to orgasm. She still needs relief if Laufey's not around to help. Her fingers work well enough in the absence of something...bigger.
He groans and slips a long finger along her folds, exploring. “ You’re wet.”
Thor can imagine all too well what she feels like down there. Slick and warm and smooth like velvet. She lays her head on his chest, biting her lip, and confesses, “I kept thinking about that day in the park. The way you held me up against that tree. How...rough you were, Daddy."
Laufey curses, a soft growl at the word and she smothers her smile against his collarbone. How easy it is to get him riled.
Last week, two hours before the end of the school day, an office assistant knocked on the classroom door and informed her someone was there to pick her up. Terrified, Thor had gathered her things, shoving them into her backpack. She was instantly swamped with worry, was her mother hurt? Had their house burned down? Something was wrong, she just knew it.
But when she rounded the corner of the office, the sight that greeted her made her skid to a stop just outside the doors. Laufey stood by the receptionist's desk, hands in his pockets, broad shoulders blocking out the rest of the room. He gave her a cool look and was out of the office in a blink. Relieved, she flung herself into his arms which was completely uncharacteristic of her outside these rooms, but he didn't bat an eye and carried her over the building’s threshold and into the parking lot, allowing her to hide in his chest.
Once they were in the car, she could feel his need, and so as soon as they exited the school parking lot, she climbed into his lap and wrapped herself around him, too relieved to even care of anyone catching them. At a long stoplight, Laufey unzipped his slacks and lifted her skirt up so he could slip inside, and for days afterward she wondered how they hadn't gotten into an accident.
That day, the neighborhood park was deserted. Mid-afternoon meant that people were still at work or in school. Laufey led them down a path deep in the woods. She assumed they were just there to discuss something away from her mother, which was fine by her, but when they reached a thick oak, he pushed her against it and fucked her so hard she couldn’t walk a straight line.
And then he did it again on the way home.
“I couldn't wait for you to get back.” he admits, massaging the back of her neck. “I dearly missed your sweet pussy every day.” He kisses the tip of her nose.
“I miss you too,” she whispers, heart warming. “All the time.”
“Mn. Right now?” He teased, she feels his hand pulling back as if he means to leave, and that’s not want she wants, that’s not what she wants at all.
Thor grabs hold of his hand and guides it back between her legs. He doesn’t resist, and when she pushes his finger inside her folds, holding it there for a long minute, he hums and inserts it the rest of the way until he’s knuckle deep. She sighs and tilts her head up, gazing at him through lowered lashes.
“You’re tight,” he says wonderingly. “After all this time, you’re still so fucking tight. Ho...how is that possible?”
She doesn’t know. But she’s small, a child and he’s an adult, so it only makes sense that she feels tight.
With a sly smile, Thor moves her hips, just an inch or two, and Laufey takes the hint. He begins to work his finger in slow rotations, nudging ever closer to her clit. Her thighs clench expectantly, and his eyes grow darker.
“Maybe you’re not big enough,” she riles him, gripping his forearm. “Maybe I need a bigger dick to loosen me up.”
He makes a harsh, threatening sound in the back of his throat. “Mn. Maybe we can ask Odin to fuck his slutty daughter?”
Her face falls, her amusement turning to ash at mention of her father. Laufey pays her no mind, long fingers pumping her insides in short, rough strokes. She inhales shakily, her fingers clutching and digging into his chest, blinking back tears. She looks away, over his shoulder. His hair is so beautiful, silky curtain of black hair, always soft between her fingers. Her famed golden curls felt like a dirty broom in comparison. Thor stroked his silky ponytail to distract herself everytime he has her sit on her cock as he worked on his computer.
Squirming, forehead pressed to his shoulder, she quickly rolls her hips until she falls apart on his hand a minute later, letting out a high-pitched cry that Laufey quickly smothers with his mouth.
When he roughly rolls her facedown on the bed, she’s already getting into position. He snaps off her nightgown with a quick, merciless yank, completely baring her to him, and his own clothes fly off next. Her eyes flit briefly to the open door again, she suspects it’s deliberate now. The thrill of being so obvious about it, the thrill of showing just how much he doesn’t care, excites her. Part of her is convinced he wants Frigga to catch them so that Odin can find out How much his Arch rival enjoys being balls-deep inside his child every single day.
And day by day, she lets him, goes along his game and lets him lead her down this rabbit hole even further. She suspects this current supply of pills will be her last, and after they're gone, well...
At least he has experience raising a kid.
When he mounts her from behind, his hips pushing against the globes of her ass, she’s already bent in half, face pressed to the sheets, knees nearly touching her shoulders. Getting into position is like second nature to her now. Laufey enters her pussy in one swift stroke, and she moans at the familiar pleasure of having him inside her, having him home. His voice fades and blurs replaced by deeper, louder gravelly tone repeating over and over, Thor, you're are my child.
“Fuck,” her daddy hisses, and between one thrust and the next he’s suddenly hammering her pussy, his cock penetrating so deep she can damn near feel it in her belly. The heat of their joining is like fireworks streaking through her body, leaving trails of angry red sparks behind. The friction grabs hold and drags her ruthlessly to the pinnacle of a sharp sort of pleasure. She cries out wordlessly, fingers hooked into claws, twisted in the white sheets, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.
“Daddy!” she cries out as she’s jostled around on the mattress. He loves her only when they are in bed. “Daddy, daddy....”
He smacks her ass and drapes himself over her back, his weight like a heavy blanket. “Is it big, Thor? Is Daddy’s dick big enough for you?”
She sobs, stammering out a hysterical yes yes yes, and begs him to go faster. The shower is still going, and neither of them have hit their peak, so he braces his hands on either side of her head and positions himself accordingly. They’ve done this so often that it’s thoughtless, more a dance than a series of disjointed movements.
Still pumping, but leisurely now as he adjusts, Daddy rises to the balls of his feet so he’s bent over her. He withdraws until only his cock’s plushy head is still submerged, and then he enters her in one swift, vicious stroke, hard enough his balls clap her ass. She screams into the mattress, eyes screwed shut, as he repeats the motion. Again and again and again, until the only sounds in the whole world are her cries of pleasure, the loud, wet slap of his skin meeting hers, and the rhythmic banging of the headboard against her bedroom wall.
“Daddy,” she shrieks, mindless with want and need and a fast-moving heat that threatens to shatter her very mind. She forgets Frigga in the shower, Odin abandoning her, Laufey......she forgets everything but the rhythm of her daddy moving deep inside her body.
“Cum, Thor.” he grunts thickly. “Cum on Daddy. Let me see you cum.”
As commanded, she climaxes, toes curling, hands white-knuckled, legs trembling as a searing wave of pleasure scorches through her lower body. She screams herself hoarse as Daddy fucks her through it, and then just as the insanity begins to fade, as her mind realigns itself, Laufey's climax reaches its tipping point, and with a low moan he lets go too.
There’s a burst of intense heat between her legs, and it spreads outward from her pussy all the way up her arms. She’s pinned nearly upside-down, and at this angle she feels his cum gush deep, taking root. Her daddy falls to his knees, and she shudders under him as he continues to lazily thrust, cum splattering her thighs, smearing along his shaft so their joining makes thick, suctioning smacks. She rolls her hips, murmuring, “Deeper, daddy.”
Laufey folds himself over Thor again, his cock buried as far as it will go, and when she moves under him, seeking more warmth, he bites the back of her neck and growls. She whimpers, as expected, and goes limp. He holds her there, teeth sunk into her throat, until all his cum is spent and the flow completely tapers off.
Holding her for an extra few seconds, just to prove he can, Laufey finally releases her, breathing harshly through his nose, more beast than man. “Thor?”
“I-i'm..kay.” She catches her breath, dazed yet deliciously sated. This might’ve been the best one yet. Soon they won’t have to hide what they’re doing, but for now they’ll just have to do it in secret.
We don’t want to make Frigga suspicious, he’ll say, feigning guilt, and Thor will do her best to fake disgust.
Laufey nuzzles her neck and kisses the broken skin of her fresh bruise, his hips pushing so forcefully she begins to slide up the mattress. He grunts a laugh and stops when she squeaks and thrashes. His mouth moves to her shoulder blades, where he presses kiss after kiss, and her back arches as he dips lower, following the curve of her spine before pulling away.
But she doesn’t want him to leave, not yet, so she tugs on his arm until he looms above her again, allowing her to snuggle against his chest. No snow white hair, of course, but just as warm. He perches on his elbow as she guides his hand between her legs, achy and needy and hungry for his touch, and for the next few minutes she loses herself in the slow, tender strokes of his fingers as he drives her to the edge a second time.
He murmurs, kissing the side of her throat as she almost falls asleep “Don't wash up, I’m going to lick your pussy after Frigga leaves.”
“Mm.” She nods, feeling the slow slide of cum as it leaks from her folds, imagining in detail the blissful expression that's sure to unfold across new daddy's face when he starts to lick.
That was their very first time. Six month ago, right after Thor had her first period, Laufey kept her home from school. He led her by the hand into her bedroom and eased her flat on her back, kissing her cheeks and forehead tenderly. Thor was so shocked by his actions she froze before melting into his kisses. It wasn't long before he spread her legs, locked his eyes on her face, and began to swipe his tongue up and down her virgin slit. She came messily in less than two minutes and shamelessly begged him to do it again.
He's her daddy's enemy, yes, but he's became something more to her since then. Their relationship evolved from original hate to something greater. He was there when her real daddy abandoned her. He was always there and treated her like his little girl until the day she became something more, and from that point forward daddy and Laufey slowly became inextricable.
“..Thor.”
“Mm. Yes, Daddy?” She’s already exhausted, and it’s long past eight o’clock, which means no school for her after all. Maybe Daddy will let her nap for a little while before they go again. He’s in a good mood; she can tell he wants to fill her up a second and third time. Maybe a fourth, too.
As if daddy has read her mind, he slips in three fingers inside her pussy until the stretch is just shy of unbearable.
“it hurts.” she complained, eyebrows furrowing.
“Mn.” he hums, fucking her tortuously slow with his fingers. She rolls her hips. “You take me so good.”
She whimpers, body shaking, as a third orgasm ripples like a shockwave. Her body jolts, and she bumps the back of her head against his chest.
“Daddy!”
Thor squeaks, slamming her hips back, wanting him to fuck her with his cock again, even as her current climax ebbs. It's not enough.
He digs his free hand into her hair and yanks. “Beg for it.”
“Please, daddy.” she wails, squirming impatiently. “Fill my pussy, Daddy!”
“Mn.” He kisses her jaw and mutters, “Go on.”
“Please,” she begs, peeking at him over her shoulder, already working her hips. She knows this game. she needs convince him with her words and body. Daddy always gets eager seeing to her beg. “Please, Daddy, one more, I need—"
Down the hall, the shower shuts off, plunging the house into an oppressive silence.
She groans and presses her head to his back. “Fuck. Daddy,...We’re out of time.”
For all the time Frigga spends in the shower, she’s remarkably quick when it comes to putting on makeup and getting dressed. She knows from experience they have maybe five minutes.
With a disgruntled sigh, daddy drops his face into her hair.
He straightens, bracing himself on her back, and she flattens on the mattress, squirming under his weight. “ daddy?!”
Thor mumbles, staring at her nightstand. Definitely can’t forget to take her pill today. Her belly still feels full with his spend.
Daddy makes a soft sound. “Let's continue.”
She frowns, registering the words, shock making her freeze.
Daddy doesn’t pull his fingers out, not even when they hear Mom’s footsteps as she pads around the master bedroom in search of the day’s outfit. She’ll be finished soon. Finished and surely wondering where her husband’s wandered off to.
Daddy grips her hips, kneading them rough, wanting to bruise her. She moans and wiggles unhappily, gasping when she feels his cock jump.
“ But Mo...mommy” she cries out as thumbs press down on her hip bones.
They really should stop, daddy's not listening. She's only 13. Daddy will be sent away if they get caught. She loves her new Daddy more than she loves Mom and real daddy. He's committed to her in a way no one never ever did.
“Don’t worry.” He kisses the small of her back and grabs her hips before maneuvering her on her back. His pale face is faintly flushed, eyes sparkling. “Do you want us to be like this all the time, Thor? Just you and me.”
“Yes.” Thor doesn’t understand how they can be together, but he sounds confident, so she trusts he will do whatever is necessary. As long as they get to be together in the end. That’s all that matters. she’ll miss Mom, but she’s willing to make sacrifices. Things are so much better nowadays when it’s just the two of them.
“One day soon.” he says, smiling, “Maybe in a few weeks your mother can take a little trip with Odin.” He smile grows, Oh, so sad. “Then I’ll have you all to myself.”
Thor laughs uncertainly, eyebrows furrowing. “What does that mean?”
He traces her hip bone with a rough finger. “It means you get your daddy all to yourself forever.”
She frowns, thinking his words over, her eyes landing on her Harrypotter books. “Okay.”
These days they spend all their time together, it wouldn't be any differnt.
“You will see.” Laufey hums, nipping at her ear. Mine, it says. Mine.
Sometimes daddy gets confusing but Thor can't think on it for much longer. He rolls her back to her stomach as if he can't decide where he wants her and licks between her legs, growling. She shrieks and swats at his chest, and he relents with a small smile. But his eyes tell her that this isn’t over.
He lifts her hips and sways forward, his cock bumping her clit, and she moans, spreading her legs. He laughs and for a moment she sees Odin, it’s like old times. Back when daddy made blanket forts and played board games and went on lunch dates. Back when she sat in her daddy's lap for a different reason. Back when kisses were on cheeks and heads, not mouths and between her legs.
Before she started looking at daddy with dazed eyes. Before she found any excuse to get him for herself. Before she intentionally started fights with Mom so she would leave them alone in the house for a few hours.
A door creaks open down the hall. Footsteps wander from one side of the master bedroom to the other, and Mom calls, “Laufey?”
He sighs and, with slow, careful movements, withdraws from Thor’s sore pussy. A fresh gush of cum follows, coating the head of his cock and drooling from her folds. It collects on the mattress, staining the freshly washed sheets. She starts to turn around, but Daddy suddenly grips her hips and bites her backside, and she’s so surprised that she shrieks.
And daddy’s laughing, as he slaps her other cheek, even as he stumbles from the bed. He runs a hand up and down his erect shaft, looking thoughtful and absently plucks a tissue from the box on her nightstand.
Thor sits naked, legs crossed and hands in her lap, and watches as daddy dresses himself. The sight is erotic, and her fingers drift up her thighs, itching to stroke and rub.
There’s a bottle of men’s body spray from Dior on her dressing table; Moss & sandalwood,which he bought when Mom asked after a long weekend away why Laufey smelled like Thor's shampoo. He spritzes it on now, masking any lingering scent of hers that might follow him from the room.
Laufey stills, a hand on his narrow hip, and stares back at Thor, who flushes instinctively but doesn’t look away. He likes her both obedient and stubborn—a fine line, she’s discovered. But one she is slowly mastering.
He looks pensively and tilts his head, examining her naked body. “ Getting dressed?”
She smirks, “ How long before mom leaves?”
A smile tugs at his lips, “Frigga leaves in twenty minutes.”
“Then no.” she says immediately.
“Mnn.” He casts a quick glance at the open door, then back at Thor.
She pouts and peeks at him from under her lashes. “I want a kiss, Daddy?”
He sighs, she knew he would and leans one knee on the bed, pulling her close. She goes, heart skipping in her chest, the spot between her legs already throbbing. When he kisses her, her world stops, and all she sees and tastes and hears and feels is him. Just him.
“Good girl.” he praises, biting at her bottom lip.
“Mmnh” she moans, trying to dive back into his mouth. Sometimes she just wants him hold her close. He hums and lowers his head to nip at her breast. She arches her back, thrusting her chest closer to daddy's face, and he sucks her nipple into his mouth without a second thought. He rolls his tongue over the peak, alternately licking and sucking until her skin turns a deep red. Then he bites down, hard and she whimpers and pulls at his shirt.
“ Laufey.”
He growls and kisses her again, tongue flashing through her mouth. She greedily sucks him in, hands winding around his neck, fingers tangling in still straight hair. Thor cups him between the legs, kissing him feverishly, they both jump when Mom calls his name again getting closer.
"Damn." Daddy bites her bottom lip and withdraws, obviously unwilling to be separated from her. “Sleep, Thor. I’ll wake you up when she leaves.”
So she can spread her legs for him once again. Daddy can take his time and pummel her until she can’t see straight.
Thor shivers with anticipation. “Yes, Daddy.”
He smiles and heads for the door. Thor slides a hand between her legs and falls back on the mattress with a wide smile.
the end------