caught. (hucklerabbot x reader) DDNE NSFW
your dads are sooo busy, its unfair to you and dennis! the pair of you have been waiting on the couch all day... it was only a matter of time before things got heated! they had a rule - no fooling around behind their backs. so when your dads come home to see the both of you looking rather guilty...
tw: afab! reader, use of she/her. heavy fauxcest. hucklerabbot + reader family unit, you know what this is, use of 'kids, kiddos, big brother, dad, daddy, little sis, etc' uniform kink, slight boot kink for jack, spanking, punishment, humiliation. tinge of petplay. dennis is robby's son, you're jack's daughter - its all the same, y'all swing and use each other sooooo anyWAYHSDJKASD-
dividers by @/ cursed carmine
"Denny.." You paw at your big brother's cheeks, peppering his face in kisses. You're straddling his lap, knees on either side of his hips - his hands a welcome weight on your hips.
It's been sooo long, waiting all day for your dads to come home. Jack had his 'hobby' with SWAT, and Robby's on his usual schedule. You and Dennis had the day to yourselves, eagerly waiting their return. Sure, it started innocently with a game of Mario Kart - until you started teasing him between tracks. A knee bump, a lean over, an accidental brush of his crotch by your foot. Innocent, really!
It wasn't until you raised your arms to streeeetch, (not) accidentally showing your bare chest - that he flipped you over. You feigned ignorance, "Big brother..." You cooed as he pressed his grey sweats to your less-than-appropriate house shorts. "You like playing with me thaaat much?"
You could feel his pulsing erection against your clothed pussy.
"You.. you know.." Dennis pants out. "You know what you're doing.." The touches, the use of 'playing with me,' it's all a game. That's how you found yourself up and grinding onto your older brother's lap.
He whimpers your name, switching from bratty to something a tad more submissive as you dryhump.
"..and if that's true?" You lick a stripe up his neck, drawing a whine from his core.
It's a tad past 8pm, your respective dads would be home any minute now.
"We'll get caught.." Dennis' words taste like apprehension, but his hips don't stop rolling onto you. You two know the rules, no fooling around behind their backs. It's a rule you've broken a few times, but never got caught doing so. A sneaky blowjob after bedtime, a few gropes in the backseat as Jack drove you around, the veeery seldom threesome without Robby - your little secrets.
"Fuck the rules - need you bad." You moan out, your tight hole clenching around nothing. (That needs to be fixed ASAP.)
You were full on horny, desperate to ride your brother into oblivion when -
Click! The telltale sound of your condo's lock.
"Fuck, fuck...!" Dennis gently placed you beside him on the couch. He yanked the closest object to cover his hard-on - your poor squishmallow.
You flattened your hair and adjusted your top just in time to see your father walk in. "Daddy!" You rise to your feet, the blush on your face failing to go away.
Jack steps into the condo, his head held high... suspicion. Robby comes in a beat later, kicking off his shoes.
Dennis hums, acknowledging Robby with a 'hey.' He knew immediately that Robby was pissed. He was quick to anger. Was it a bad shift again? Or.. no...nononono..
"Nanny cam." Jack pointed to the bookshelf directly facing the couch.
Oh, y'all are so fucked.
Apologies flow out like water, falling on deaf ears - Robby was already finding his belt buckle.
"Dad, wait." Dennis gulped, about to run his mouth when his father glared.
"Got anything to say, sweets?" Jack clicks his tongue, your signal to come sit by his feet.
You all but run to his tactical boots, dropping to your knees. Jack was a hell of a lot more forgiving than Robby, you'd try your best to lessen the incoming punishment. There wasn't much to do for your brother now, but you're sure you can sweet-talk his dad.
"I was so lonely, Daddy.. I missed you and... it's all my fault, sir." You take turns looking at an amused Jack and a pissed Robby. They look down at you like you're a piece of meat; they're the predators itching to take a bite. You embolden yourself, seating your clothed pussy on your father's boot. Your knees on either side of the leather shoe, much like how you were straddling Dennis earlier. Your pussy is soft, plush against the hardness of his shoe - accommodating.
Your hump his boot, humiliating yourself in hopes of a lighter punishment. Please work, please... You didn't need to spend the next week sore from a spanking.
"Uh huh.." The older man raises his foot, pushing you back with a soft 'thump.' He eyes Robby, like they're sharing an inside joke.
"Because, fuck the rules?" Jack echoes you from earlier. Shit. That nanny cam had a microphone. How long have they been watching?
You close your lips, nothing to say now that you've been caught. You gaze back at Dennis, who looks equally as terrified, holding the stuffed animal.
"Strip, both of you." Robby doesn't ask, and you know better than to challenge Dad.
You stand, hands finding the hem of your shirt when he raises his voice.
"Go." Robby pushes you in the direction of the couch. "Stand by Dennis, strip each other, since you wanted to so bad."
Silence as you go to stand by your brother.
"What? Got cold feet now that you have an audience?"
Jack doesn't speak up, he lets his best friend scold his daughter. You weren't used to the harshness. Jack had always been soft on you - much to Robby's dismay. You earned this punishment, though. Your father thought you needed a little discipline.
Dennis is the first to obey, lifting your shirt up and over. He exposes your breasts to the cold air of the living room, leaving you in your skimpy shorts. You take your turn to yank off his tee, then tug off his grey sweatpants.
You're even now, down to your bottoms. Dennis hooks his slender fingers behind the band of your panties, letting them trail to your ankles. He eyes your pussy, the glint between your thighs - proof of your arousal.
You tug down your big brother's boxers, his erect cock springing up at attention.
Robby and Jack eye your forms one at a time, taking in the sight of their kiddos.
"You'll wait there, brats." Robby instructs you to stand by as they change into something more comfortable, clean. The pair disappears into their shared bedroom, leaving you and Dennis alone.
You know better than to move an inch.
"Denny.." You look at your older brother. "Do you think..."
You ask if he thinks you're going to get spanked. The answer is undeniably, yes.
"Y-Yeah, sis." Sis. He calls your title and his cock twitches, snapping against his taut stomach.
It's a few minutes and your fathers are back, house clothes and all. Though, Robby's still holding his belt. Dennis bites his lip, seeing that Jack has a belt of his own.
Fuuuuck.
The two men walk by you, sitting by each other on the couch. Robby helps set your dad's crutches by the ottoman, out of the way.
"Lay over our laps, facing each other." Robby was taking charge of the punishments, as usual. He always got creative, Jack just happy to be here for the ride.
You lay nude over your father's lap as Dennis does the same to his. The position is vulgar, forced to gaze into each other's eyes. The older men sat almost touching, so you were all but inches apart from your brother's lips - you could hear his nervous breathing.
Your big brother had a gorgeous view of your hanging breasts, now resting on the couch cushion, the fat spilling over into lovely mounds.
"You know what's about to happen, right?" Jack speaks up, smoothing a hand over the swell of your ass. His touch is featherlight, the opposite of the tension in the air.
"Daddy.." You whine, arching your back onto his hand- his fingers dripping onto your sex for a fleeting moment. "You're holding a belt.." You understood what was going to happen, they were going to spank you raw for your transgressions.
Did it have to be in such a humiliating position? You're face-to-face with your brother, a perfect line of sight to see his reactions - you'd be able to see his father swing down on him as well.
It's embarrassing. Humiliating, so hot.
Robby swings first, taking his belt to Dennis' ass without as much as a warning. The boy cries out, you see the shock and pain on his face, the sight sending electricity to your cunt. You could have made a face, flinched, whispered - done anything to warn your brother of his swing.
"Dad..!" Your big brother cries out. He's holding your hands against the cushion, desperate for any comfort at all. Another hard swing of the belt, and his forehead is resting on yours, his screams meeting your panting mouth.
Jack begins his spankings, opting to use his hand at first. He wasn't as sadistic as his best friend, but that didn't mean you weren't getting punished. "Oh, Daddy, daddydaddyd.."
He slapped your ass in tandem with Robby's belt, watching the fat jiggle and redden.
"We have rules for a reason, little girl." Your father coos, smoothing your cheek before smacking it again and again. "You didn't think we were watching."
Impact, impact, impact.
The cries of your big brother, his hands squeezing yours.
"Fuck. The. Rules." Your father mocked you again, using your words to accent his hits.
Jack hauled you up by your hair, demanding you switch places with Dennis - that you both owed each other's fathers an apology. You slide off his lap, meeting your brother's gaze for a moment.
He was relieved to be getting Jack next, while you were fucking terrified of Robby. Jack knew you weren't as masochistic as Dennis, but he threw you to the wolves anyway. You crossed him, now it's your turn to get fucked over.
"Dada.." You called out to Robby, laying over his lap. "I-I'm so sorry.. I.." You try the doe eyes, the soft voice, the shit that works with Jack.
"I don't want to fucking hear it. You weren't sorry when you were humping my son." The older man snaps back at you, shoving you forward into a position that was more comfortable for him - you, not so much.
"Kiss your brother, he's shaking." Robby has a good view of Dennis' body now, his lithe form arching over Jack's lap. His best friend's hand rubbing soothing circles on the to-be welts and bruises.
You press a tenative kiss on Dennis' lips, whimpering as he leans forward, plunging his tongue into your mouth. Your hands find each other's again, the same position as earlier, now with your father's swapped.
Jack begins to jerk off Dennis from behind, pulling his cock, now straining against his pert balls. Dammit, he was pleasing your brother? What about you? A whine fell from your lips, he was doing that shit to piss you off. You arch your back, pleading for Robby to please you the same.
Robby wasn't as receptive as your father. He shoves three fingers into your dripping cunt, rough and fast.
A muffled 'Dada!' could be heard as you moaned right into your older brother's mouth.
Robby's fingers went deep, twisting against your sweet spot with a bitter pressure, never letting up for a second. He scissored you open, thumb pressing against your clit.
This continued until you were squirming in his lap, your body begging for a release, relief - anything.
You broke the makeout with Dennis, panting. "Please, Dada.. I'm so sorry.. I wanna.."
"Did you hear something, brother?" Robby speaks over you, looking to Jack - whose lovingly stroking your older sibling. Dammit, that should be you!
"Must be the AC." Your father replies, not looking down at you for a moment.
Robby keeps fingering you, borderline fisting you with the fourth finger he's jammed into your aching sex. The knot building in your core is threatening to snap, to come undone at any moment. You knew cumming without permission would damn you, but Dada wasn't giving in.
"Please, pleasepleasepleas.." You rolled your hips onto his hand, this thumb pressing even harder onto your clit.
"You want to cum, little princess?" Robby spoke to you, a condescending tone mixed with something you can't quite place.
He makes a deal with you, as much of a deal as you can make in this position. If you could take ten hits from his belt, he'd let you cum. You'd be rubbing your clit the whole time, counting the lashes. You knew from watching Dennis and Robby's sessions - he had a fucking lethal swing. The man was a glutton for pain - pain of others, that is. Makes him feel all high and mighty, some power-trip shit. Dennis was his perfect punching bag, his painslut, his son. You? You were Jack's little angel, a lamb he could spoil rotten and fuck silly when the moment struck - you were never meant for abuse... though - the thought wasn't unwelcome.
Dada Robby's anger taken out on you? Well, you'd be lying if the thought never crossed your mind. Jack couldn't ever get on the same level as his best friend, so he hands your leash over to him, hoping the pain will set you straight. If not, well then what's a few lashes more?
"Yes, sir. You have a deal." You whimper, kicking your feet in anticipation.
An almost approving hum comes from Robby, "Good girl. Obedient daughters get rewarded." The thumb on your clit goes soft, steady for a few strokes - making love to the tender bud.
Oh shit, praise. You think you get it, why Dennis is so eager to please his father. That's addicting - you shiver in anticipation as you hear the belt's buckle, he was raising it.
He tells you to start rubbing your pussy, and you do. Frantic, desperate.
The sting on your ass comes a moment later, sending a startling scream out of you. "One! Oh my god… oh my g.."
Impact. "Two!"
"Watch this, son." Jack picks up the pace on Dennis' cock, squeezing harder as he jerks to the tip and back to his base.
Dennis is panting, moaning - his tongue hangs out of his mouth, occasionally making contact with your cheek as you lean forward, flinching at the pain Robby was giving you.
"T-Three..?" You're already losing your mind to the abuse.
"You're not cumming until we get to ten. Fuck up and we start over." Robby threatens.
"Four, fourfourfour.." Your whole body twitches at the belt's leather. Your clit is aching, the pleasure you're chasing only growing ever stronger.
"Five. Six…" The world fades away, your eyes screwed shut and breaths labored.
Your father looks at you with a sense of pride, love, lust, adoration - his girl can take it like a fucking champ. "Sevennnn.."
Robby never lets up, using his full power with each whip. He's sweaty and tired, but the lust, the primal urge to hurt you was winning out. The older man would feel this in the morning, probably be grumpy as fuck.
"Eight.. nine.."
The assault stops. Your eyes shoot open to see Dennis on the brink of orgasm, Jack pumping two fingers into your big brother's ass as he makes quick work of his cock.
"What the fuck, Ro-" You don't mean to yell, you meant to say it in your mind.
"Ten." He states, hitting you with the most force he's used all night - sending your orgasm right out of your clit.
You scream, face finding the couch cushion to scream in. Fuck, that hurt like hell. Your ass carried blooming bruises, welts, and fuck if that last hit didn't draw blood.
You shake, convulse at the full-body orgasm Robby forced upon you. Dennis cums in tandem, crying out for your father as he's climaxing.
You both come down from your highs, the occasional twitch and whimper.
"We hope you learned your lesson, kids." Jack speaks as nothing out of the ordinary happened. If he didn't have he and his best friend's "kids" lying naked across their laps, trading sexual humiliation for forgiveness.
Nobody in that room would have it any other way. You both speak at the same time. "We won't do it again, Dad." You address them both, smiles on your spent faces.
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"My ass hurts…" You whine out, sitting in Robby's lap as a late-night television show makes for background noise. Aftercare came naturally, especially after such an intense session like that.
You're being swaddled by Robby, Dennis by Jack. Your dad had your big brother sound asleep against his side, nuzzling into the younger man's hair.
Robby was a fucking asshole, but damn if he didn't give good aftercare. He swayed you back and forth, hummed you a tune. Called you sweet names that made the abuse he put you through worth it - you may even ask for it next time if this is how he gets after a scene.
"Oh, and why is that?" Robby jests, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Fuck this guy.
"Careful, that one's mine." Jack sees your adoring expression, a hint of jealousy on his lips. "Raised her myself, keeping her. Lots of work.." He spoke through sleepy breaths.
You bite your lip, trying not to acknowledge the heat building up at the mention of raising you to be his plaything.
"Mmhm, like that's not my son you're cradling." The two's friendly bickering sent you to sleep, safe and loved.
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