Cindy Rella/Cindy Rella

You sit up, yawn so much that you’re in danger of dislocating your jaw, and rub the sleep out of your eyes with the backs of your hands. Daylight is already streaming through the window so you reach across to prod the sleeping figure beside you. “Come on sleepyhead,” you say. “Daddy will be here in a minute and you know he doesn’t like you staying the night.”

Dick groans, sits up and tries to kiss you, but you push him off telling him to hurry. Reluctantly he swings his legs over the side of the bed and picks his clothes up off the floor. As he turns, you see the skinny twelve-year-old with a mop of black hair over a mischievous face with a broad grin and his half-hard cock hanging down. Everyone calls him Little Dick, because his father is called Big Dick, but the reality is completely the other way round. You pull the covers up under your chin and stick your tongue out at him.

He only has to put on his shirt and shorts, and once he’s slipped his feet into his boots, he is ready to go. He leans down and kisses you on the lips and then vanishes through the window, climbing easily down the overgrown trellis outside.

You reach for a tissue to wipe between your legs so that your father won’t notice the spunk dribbling from your pussy, and then, as you hear the door open, you pretend to be asleep.

Baron Cockup looks down at his pretty ten-year-old daughter, spread out on the big bed like a starfish, with her straw-blonde hair spread out like a halo. He smiles and looks out of the window, just in time to see Little Dick running across the grass outside. He opens the front of his dressing gown, revealing a bit of a paunch and his semi-hard cock, as you roll over and open your eyes. “’ Morning daddy,” you say, with a grin.

“Good morning Cindy. I haven’t got much time this morning; I’m going into town.” He moves forward holding his cock in his hand and you open your mouth to suck it until it gets hard. Realising that you’re not going to get a fuck, you work the shaft with her hand and use your tongue on the sensitive underside; in a few minutes, you're rewarded with a modest helping of incestuous spunk.

The Baron leans over and kisses you, slipping his tongue between your lips to taste his own spunk. “Now you be a good girl and I might have a big surprise for you when I get back tomorrow,” he says. As he gets to the door he turns back. “Don’t forget it’s your day for the old soldiers,” he says.

• Getting Up