Daisy heard voices, the woman's and her fathers, but she couldn't make out what they were saying. She realized the woman must've been telling about seeing her when she heard the door being pushed open.
The overhead light went on and Daisy sat upright in bed, temporarily blinded. When she was able to see, she didn't know whether to scream or run. Actually, she fleetingly thought, she wasn't capable of doing either one. She felt numb, mentally and physically, and at the same time there was a warmth spreading from her crotch that filled her with disgust for herself.
Her father stood there, a silly grin on his good-looking features, naked, his cock hard and thrusting, stir wet with what had to be cunt juices. The naked woman stood beside him, smiling drunkenly, her big tits hanging, her hands on her wide hips. The bush growing between her legs was dark and fluffy.
"Where the hey have you been, Daisy? Out fucking some young jerk in the back of a car? Hey, Troy! Bring a bottle in here! This is my lovely young daughter, Agnes. Ain't she a living doll? Wait 'til you see her naked!"
Daisy's father and Agnes had moved close to the bed, one on each side. Troy came in with a bottle of whiskey in one hand, a silly grin on his young face. His other hand was still holding onto his poking prick, slowly stroking the hard organ.
"Why don't you take care of the kid, Agnes? See if you can make his pecker wilt for a few minutes!"
Daisy's father took the bottle from Troy's hand, sat down on the side of the bed, and told Daisy to take a drink. She told him she didn't want to. He slapped her face hard, and told her he didn't want any back talk. She rubbed her cheek, fighting back the tears, and let some of the whiskey trickle down her throat as he tilted the bottle to her lips. He ordered her to drink, and she obeyed, gulping the liquor down until he lowered the bottle.