Brandy’s Bedroom

Brandy’s Bedroom

My daughter dove into my arms. I stumbled back and nearly tripped over the porch steps. It felt good to have her in my arms again after so long. “I’ve missed you, baby.”

“Brandy!” her mother hissed. “Don’t hug him like that!”

My daughter let go and stepped back, rolling her eyes for only me to see. I was taking her in. I don’t know when she got so tall. She must’ve been 5’6″. I was sure she was under 5′ the last time I saw her. She really sprouted these last three years. She had filled out a little too, with a tiny waist and wide hips. Her breasts had grown as well, and her butt was a broken heart waiting to happen.

“Hello, Sam,” I said to her mother.

“It’s Samantha to you, Charles.”

“Charles, a word?” Her scumbag brother stepped toward me. I don’t know why this guy felt the need to escort my ex-wife and daughter here, let alone while wearing his police uniform. Probably trying to intimidate me.

“Gonna arrest me again, Henry?”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“I wouldn’t dare,” I said. “I know you don’t bother with things like evidence or probable cause.”

Henry beckoned me over until we were out of earshot of Samantha and Brandy. Brandy looked annoyed as her mother whispered things in her ear.

“I’m here to make something clear to you,” Henry said.

“Henry, don’t start.”

“Shut up and listen,” he snapped. “Brandy doesn’t believe you’re a sick fuck. But you and I know better, don’t we?”

“You don’t know shit, Henry. You lied in court to get your sister that restraining order, and you kept me away from my daughter for three years.”

“And if she wasn’t 18, I’d still be keeping you away from her, but if she wants to spend her last summer before college with you, I can’t stop her.”

“Look, just say what you’re going to say.”

“I’m going to be checking up on her all summer long,” he said, his chin stiff. “And if I find out you’ve touched her, even looked at her the wrong way, I’m going to beat the hell out of you with my nightstick before I bring you in. You get me?”

“Jesus, Henry. Sam has really twisted your mind with all her lies, hasn’t she?”

“Don’t fuck with me, Charles. That’s my niece.”

“I get it. Are you done threatening me?”

He didn’t answer, just clicked his tongue and rested his hand on his nightstick before walking back to Samantha. “I think we’re done here.”

Samantha gave Brandy a hug and then glared at me. “You behave.”

“Jesus Christ, Sam. Give me some credit.”

They drove off and Brandy waved goodbye. I had to keep from giving them the finger. Brandy smiled at me once they were out of sight. “I’ve missed you, Daddy. I mean, Dad. Mom says I shouldn’t call you ‘Daddy’.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Cause it turns you on.”

I palmed my face. “That’s just… call me whatever you want. Your mother is out of her mind, Brandy. I know she told you some things about me, but they’re not true.”

She smirked at me. “Okay, Daddy. Come on, I want to see the house. It’s been forever.”

“You know the way,” I said.

She hurried inside. I picked up her suitcases and followed her heart-shaped ass into the living room.

“Oh my god,” she said, “even the furniture is the same!”

“It’s been three years, Brandy, not 30,” I said, setting the luggage down.

“It’s just like a blast from the past, you know?”

I followed her as she walked around, trying not to look at that ass she had, the way her blue skirt seemed to fall off it and ripple with every step she took. She had a matching blue halter top and blue sandals. I noticed she had painted her fingers and toes baby blue as well. It contrasted sharply against her long red hair, fanning around her shoulders and chest.

In the dining room, she pulled out one of the chairs and sat at it. I chuckled as I stared at her. “Now that’s something I’ve missed.”

“Me too. You were always so fanatical about eating dinner as a family.”

“Still am.”

“And no cell phones at the table?”

“The rule stands.”

“I can follow it,” she said, standing up. “Don’t want to get a spanking.” She winked at me.

I rubbed my face again. I was going to let that one go.

The kitchen was next. She tugged open the refrigerator. “Whoa, I think I left this Chinese food in here three years ago.”


She giggled. “Seriously, you need to go shopping.” She pulled out a bottle of wine. “Wine? No brandy?”

“You don’t refrigerate brandy.”

“Oh. Do you have any brandy?”

“Yes. Why?”

She shrugged. “Just curious.” She put the wine back and closed the refrigerator.

I followed her down the hall, but she didn’t go into her room; she went into mine.

“Wow, you still have this giant bed.” She ran and jumped on it, lying on her back with her arms spread apart. My eyes were on her blue skirt, the way it was riding up her thighs. I could’ve seen her panties if I had done something perverted like bend over… but I didn’t.

“You remember my bed?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said. “I used to jump on it all the time.”

I smirked. “Be my guest.”

“Really?” she said, sitting up.


She kicked off her sandals and climbed to her feet. “I’m gonna do it.”

“Do it,” I said, my eyes darting to her skirt.

“Don’t blame me if I break your box spring. I’m not 60 pounds anymore.”

“I’m not worried about it.”

“Okay, here I go!” She jumped, and as she came down, her skirt came up. I saw a flash of panties: simple white cotton, hugging tight to her crotch, and then they were gone. But up she went again and the skirt with it. My eyes feasted. She was giggling, and then she fell down on the bed. “Mom would kill me if she ever caught me jumping on the bed.”

“I’m not as strict as your mother. Ready to see your room?”

“Yup.” She jumped off the bed and passed me. Her room was right across the hall. “Wow, you left it just like I had it,” she said. It was still painted purple with a purple blanket on the bed, and a desk off to one side that held a small TV. She laughed as she looked at a poster on the wall. “God, I can’t believe I ever liked that band. So embarrassing.” She ripped it right off the wall, crumpled it up, and dropped it into the paper basket. “It’s so purple in here. Did you paint?”

“Not since you made me paint it the first time.”

“So crazy. I was so immature.” She opened the closet. It was empty. I had shipped all her clothes back to her a long time ago. “It’s really weird being back in this room.”

“This room has missed you, and so have I.”

She stepped forward and gave me a hug. Her mother wasn’t there to interrupt us this time, and I held her tight. So she was so warm and soft. It hit me then, I had my baby girl back, at least for the summer.

“I’ve really missed you, Daddy.”

“Me too, k**do.”

“I’m sorry mom kept me away from you for so long.”

“Not your fault. It’s just how things happened.”

She let go of me and sat down on the bed. “Still, it shouldn’t have happened like that. I told the judge you never touched me or anything.”

“After everything your mother and Henry said, the truth didn’t matter. The judge had already made up his mind.”

She bit her lip and looked down at her bare feet. She was bending her toes against the carpet. “But, like, is some of it true? Like, what Mom said, how you have a fetish for me? And she said you asked her to act like she was your daughter during sex?”

“Okay, look,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck, “I really didn’t want to talk about this, but if you want to get it out of the way, here it is. Your mother found out I had looked at some… things online, and so I admitted that, yes, I liked…” I paused, sighing. “I’m trying to phrase this so it’s not weird or gross, because it was blown way out of proportion once. It cost me the last three years with you, and I don’t want it to cost me anything else.”

“Daddy, I’m not worried you’re going to touch me or something. And I get it, I’m not a little k**. I know people are into different sex stuff. There’s lots of porn out there where people pretend to be father and daughter.”

“Okay, I’m going to act like I didn’t hear the porn part, but yes, it’s pretend. That’s it exactly. It’s all pretend, role playing. But your mother got it into her head that it meant I wanted to do something to you, which I didn’t, and don’t, and she used Henry to manipulate that family-court judge into giving her sole custody and refusing me visitation.”

She nodded like she understood. “Okay, but is it true you were spanking me because you liked it? That’s what mom said.”

“No, that’s not true. I was punishing you because you were misbehaving. You remember the rules I had about curfew and how you always broke them.”

“Yeah, but is it true you told her you wish I’d been born a boy because I was a temptation as a girl?”

“Jesus, she said that?” I covered my face.

“Well, is it true?”

“That was out of context. What I meant was that she wouldn’t be worried about me doing anything to you if you were a boy, and that if I wouldn’t touch my son, I wouldn’t touch my daughter either. That’s what I meant.”

“She also said you said you wanted to have sex with me on my 18th birthday.”

“What the fuck. I never said that.”

“Okay, I’m just telling you what she said.”

“Well, your mother is exaggerating or lying or whatever, because she’s trying to scare you away from seeing me, but I am and always will be your father, and I would never do anything to break your trust. Okay?”


“All right,” I said with a heavy sigh. “I’ll get your luggage so you can settle in.”

I returned to the living room to grab her suitcases. I was glad that was over with. That talk was one I was hoping wouldn’t come up, but just the same, I was glad it wasn’t hanging over me. I wanted to strangle Sam for all the shit she told Brandy. What a fucking bitch.

When I brought the luggage back, Brandy was sitting on the bed with her back against the headboard, going through an old year book. She turned it around and held it up for me. “Daddy, look at my hair! It’s like I’d never heard of a straightener before.”

I kissed the top of her head. “Your hair is beautiful, now and then.”

“Well, of course you’d say that. You’ve got the hots for me, now and then.”

“Oh, come on, Brandy.”

“Just teasing, Daddy,” she said. “Hey, let’s celebrate my summer vacation.”

“Sure. What did you have in mind?”

“With a toast, of course, a toast of brandy for Brandy.”

“Baby, you’re 18.”

“Yeah, and I’m not ordering at a bar. I can drink. You know I’ve been drinking with my friends since I was like 14, right?”

“Believe me, I know.”

“Come on, be the cool parent. Let me drink.”

I sighed. “Have you ever even had Brandy?”

“Nope, just beer. You haven’t really had Brandy yet either.” She winked at me.

“Brandy, that’s enough, that’s not funny.”

“Come on, I’ll stop teasing you if you give me alcohol.”

“You’re going to hate it, but why not?”

I went back out to the kitchen and took a bottle of Brandy down from the cabinet. I had plenty of shot glasses. I poured two. I also grabbed a couple beers. She was going to need one. I brought the shot back and handed it to her. I put one of the beers down on her bedside table.

“You’re going to need that.”

She grinned. “Thanks! Here, sit down, we’ll toast.” I sat down at the foot of the bed. She raised the shotglass. “To an awesome summer!”

“To summer.” We clinked glasses and I took my shot and then watched her take hers. She nearly spit up. She started coughing and turned on her side.

“Oh, god! It’s terrible! I can feel my toes tingling!” She coughed again. “God, gross. Why did you name me after that stuff? Yuck. I’m going to name my daughter Appletini or something.”

“Your mother named you, and the alcohol had nothing to do with it.” I popped the lid off her beer. “Try this.”

She took it and swallowed a mouthful. “Ah, that’s more my pace.”

“You’re too young to have a pace.”

She settled back into the bed and lifted up her feet. She put her heel on my thigh and crossed her other foot over. My eyes followed her toes to her calves to her thighs to that blue skirt that hinted at so much underneath.

“Rub my feet?” she said. “That brandy made my toes all tingly.”

“Sure,” I said, placing my hands on top of her foot. My thumb came underneath and ran along her instep.

“Mmm, thanks. Can I ask some more questions about… you know?”

“Baby, can’t we just leave the past in the past?”

“I guess I don’t understand. I won’t get upset even if you’re like ‘Yes, Brandy, I am all hot and bothered by you and I wanna fuck you.’ Like, yeah, that would be weird, but I wouldn’t cut you out of my life or anything.” She paused to take a gulp of beer. “So I wanna know, how can you separate the pretend stuff from the real stuff? If you like to pretend to have sex with a girl who’s your daughter, wouldn’t that mean you think of me like that since I’m your legit daughter? And I’m not judging. I’m just curious.”

I focused a little more on rubbing her foot, as that task was infinitely easier than explaining my fetish. My thumb ground into the ball of her foot and she inhaled.

“Brandy, it’s like this. Let’s say you saw a really attractive guy, like maybe one of these guys in one of the posters on your wall. Let’s say you met that girly looking boy up there.”

“God, Daddy, that’s the next poster to go in the trash.”

“Just let me do my analogy thing here. So you meet him, and you think he’s great and hot or whatever, but at the same time, you know he’s not attainable, so you don’t think of him like that, since he’s out of your league.”

“So that’s what you think about me, that I’m out of your league?”

I switched feet, rubbing her other one instead. Her eyes seemed to flutter as my thumbs rode into her heel. “Maybe it’s more like, I choose to play in another league.”

“Hm,” she mumbled. “So that means you are attracted to me then?”

I rolled my eyes. I was not going to answer that question point blank. “Don’t you have any fetishes?”

She raised her eyes. “You’re asking me what my fetishes are?”

“No, no, it was rhetorical. What I’m saying is you said you’re not a k**, so I’m sure you have your own things you’re into, and they’re probably hard to explain to your father.”

She shrugged. “Not really. I can explain my fetishes.”

“Really?” I said, pausing the foot massage. Now I was curious. “Like what?”

“Do you really want to know?” she said, taking another sip of beer. “Because I might surprise you.”

I chuckled. “I’m already surprised. I guess you aren’t a virgin anymore.” I said it casually, but I wanted a direct answer.

“You wanna know if I’m a virgin?” she asked. “Keep rubbing.”

I started rubbing her feet again, running my thumbs up and down her instep. “I’m curious if you are. I think any father would be. And if you aren’t, I’d like to hear more about your boyfriend.”

“If I answer your question, will you answer my next one, no matter what it is, truthfully?”

“I don’t know about that.”

“Come on,” she said encouragingly. “We’ll do it like a game. We’ll play truth or dare. But you always have to tell the truth when you pick truth, or if you’re too scared, you have to take a dare. The dare can be anything, and you have to do it, but if you don’t do it, you lose the game.”


“Anything,” she repeated. “But you have to live with yourself if you dare me to do something really mean or wrong, like daring me to have sex with you… so keep that in mind.”

I shook my head. “Brandy, come on, I would never dare you to do something that.”

“So then let’s play. Or are you scared?”

I thought about it for a second as I held her toes in my hand. I wonder what secrets I could hear, and what dares I could make her do. “Okay, deal. But we already started, and it’s my turn, and you have to tell the truth. Are you a virgin?”

She smiled. “Okay, truth is… Yes and no.”

“Yes and no?”

“Technically, I haven’t had a cock in my pussy, but I’m not exactly a virgin.”

I cleared my throat. “Well, grown up words…”

“You’re the one who asked. Do you want to play or not?”

I did. “What does ‘not exactly’ mean?”

“I’ve had lots of things in my pussy, so my pussy doesn’t think I’m a virgin.”

“Like what?” I asked.

She smirked at me. “Carrots, bananas, I tried celery, corn on the cob, and a cucumber once, but it hurt, so I left it off the grocery list next time.”

“Wow, so my daughter was gangbanged by the produce section.”

“Clean up in aisle one,” she said, taking a sip of beer. “Okay, my turn. Truth or dare?”

“Geez, okay. Truth.”

“Did you, or did you not, call mom by my name while you guys were fucking?”

“What the… Who said that, your mom?”

“Yeah. She said that was the very last time you guys did it, and it scared her so much she went to Uncle Henry.”

“Look, I, I don’t remember. She says it happened, but when it happened, if it happened, I was drunk that night, and I don’t remember it.”

“You honestly don’t remember?”

“I honestly don’t.”

“So that means it probably happened.”

“I can’t defend myself against something I can’t remember.”

She grumbled. “Fine. Your turn.”

“Okay. Truth or dare?”


“You said you could explain your fetishes. Explain one.”

“Okay, let’s see.” She took a sip of beer. “I’m into… daddy-daughter porn.”

I nearly fell backward off the bed. “What?”

She bit her lip. “You stopped rubbing my feet.”

“Oh, I get it. You’re just saying that to fuck with me, aren’t you?”

She shook her head. “You can’t lie in a game of truth or dare. It’s sacred. After mom told me everything about you, I did a lot of research and I looked at some of it online. It turned me on.”

“I… don’t know what to say.”

“But it doesn’t mean anything between us, right? Just like you said yours doesn’t mean anything. It’s all pretend, right?”

I was looking at her a little differently now. “Yeah. Yeah, of course not. I mean, yeah. Does your mother know?”

“Are you k**ding me?”

“Right, stupid question. I’m just so surprised. Why do you like it?”

“It’s my turn. Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” I said.

“Okay, why do you like it?”

I rolled my eyes. “Geez, can’t you ask me easier questions?”

“You asked me the same question first!”

“It’s just… this stuff is uncomfortable to talk about.”

“You’re telling me! Honestly, you’re the only person I can talk to about this, so I’m kinda glad I can finally admit it to someone, you know?”

I smiled. I felt like I really knew her in that moment. We had a secret in common, something a father and daughter should probably never have in common. “All right. I guess I like the dominant and submissive relationship between a father and daughter, the forbidden nature, the trust that’s already between them.”

“And breaking that trust?” she offered.

I smirked. “My turn. Truth or dare?”


“Why do you like it?”

“Hm. Well… I guess I like the idea of a daddy taking advantage of me, using me, wanting me, taking care of me, loving me, protecting me. It’s like you have a lover, a protector, and a family all wrapped up in one.”

“You’re really serious, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. What, did you think I’m just lying to get you to talk?”

“Not anymore.”

“Truth or dare?” she asked.


“Okay, Daddy, be honest. If I was in the ‘daddy-daughter league’ too, would you want to fuck me? You would, wouldn’t you?”

I stared hard at her. “Are you in it?”

“It’s still my turn.”

I broke eye contact. “I would never do anything you didn’t want me to, but I would do anything if you wanted me to.”

She seemed to blush. “Oh.”

“So what league are you in?”

“You have to say truth or dare first.”

“Geez, truth or dare?”


“What league are you in?” I asked.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. I’m still in the minors and maybe I’ve talked to a few scouts, and I’m thinking about which league I’d like to play in, but your league is temping, because I’ve always thought you were handsome, and then I started to think you were sexy after I found out about your fetish and stuff. Kinda got in my head and made me wonder… So, I dunno, but that’s part of the reason why I wanted to spend the summer with you, to find out how I wanna play the game.”

I nodded, but my mind was racing. She was really considering it. I couldn’t believe it. “Your turn.”

“Truth or dare?”


“Okay,” she said. “What other fetishes do you have?”

“Pussy,” I said. Her eyes seemed to sparkle at my use of the word. “I love the smell of it… on my hands and fingers, or if I eat a woman out and it’s all over my nose and chin. It’s intoxicating.”

“Ooh, but is that really a fetish? I’m pretty sure all guys love pussy.”

“Yeah, but do all guys want to put their head between your legs and inhale?”

She giggled. “You wanna put your head between my legs?”

“I meant, like, not yours, just… you know what I meant. My turn, truth or dare?”


“You gotta take a dare in here eventually,” I said.

“You first. I’m not going down that road until you do.”

“Okay. Give me another fetish,” I said.

“Cock,” she said with a grin. “Love the smell of it.”

“Now you’re just cheating at the game. And you said you were a virgin.”

“I gave a hand job once,” she said. “It would have turned into more, but he exploded and I went home. And if you’re going to softball the truth or dare game, so am I,” she said. “Truth or dare?”

I grumbled. “Truth.”

“Give me another fetish too, something that makes your cock rock hard,” she said.

I smirked at her. “Spanking.”

“I knew it!” she said.

“Hey, I was punishing you, regardless.”

“That explains the hard cock I always felt under my tummy when I was bent over your knee.”

“Stop it, you did not. Truth or dare?”


“I want another fetish,” I said.

She bit her lip guilty. “Big cocks.”

I laughed. “What the fuck? Are you sure you’re a virgin?”

“I am, and I prefer them bigger.”

“You haven’t even had one yet,” I said. “Or was that handjob guy so big, you can’t go back?”

“No, the handjob guy wasn’t that big, which is why I’m not with him.”

“So where does fetish come from? Too much porn?”

“Sort of. A very special porn video, actually. Amateur quality, guy’s POV, but my favorite. The guy in it has a really nice big cock, and the girl, well, she was boring, pretending to be a school girl with bad grades, but the sex was great. It was recorded in a bedroom that looked strangely like yours…”

My whole face was frozen. “Are you fucking k**ding me?”

Her grin was widening. “Love that part at the end when you slap her in the face with your cock.”

“Oh my fucking god. Your mother showed that to you? What kind of sick fuck is she? She said she threw it away!”

“She didn’t show it to me. She lost it. Well, I stole it and she never found it. Same thing.”

“I can’t believe you watched that!” I said.

She laughed wildly and then dug her toes into my tummy. “Your face is so red, Daddy. It’s so cute.”

Of course my face was red. I was embarrassed, humiliated, mortified! But I was also turned on by the idea of her watching me fuck, and loving my cock. “I think you might be more fucked up than me.”

She was still laughing. “Oh, I am, definitely. Truth or dare?”

“I’m not taking a dare until you do. Truth.”

“I can play all night. Your next fetish.”

“Long, bare legs,” I said, and then I crossed a line. I slid my hand up the inside of her calf, to her knee, and brushed the inside of her thigh before running my hand all the way back down.

She shivered. “Daddy…”

“Gonna tell your mom I did that?”

She shook her head and took the last sip of her beer. “What happens in Brandy’s bed, stays in Brandy’s bed.”

“My turn,” I said. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth of course.”

“What makes your pussy drip?”

“Daddy, you’re getting naughty,” she said with a smile. “Hope you’re not taking advantage of me ’cause I’m a little drunk.”

“We can stop playing anytime you want,” I said.

She looked guilty. “My feet. I love having them rubbed. It makes me wet.”

“Really?” I said.

She nodded.

I put my hands on them and started to rub again. She shivered.

“So this is…”

“Yup,” she said with a breath. “Panties soaked. I like to paint my toenails so guys will look at them. Did you notice?”

“I did notice,” I said.

“I painted them baby blue since I know it’s your favorite color.”

I chuckled. “For me?”


“Are you really wet or are you teasing me?” I asked.

“I’m really wet,” she said, reclining further into the bed. “Like, fuck, I kinda want to play with myself.”

“Want me to leave?”

She shook her head. “No, we’re in the middle of a game. I can wait until later. I’m just getting really horny.”

“I don’t believe you,” I said. “I don’t think you’re wet at all.”

She looked at me. “Why would I lie about that?”

“I dunno, that’s what I can’t figure out.”

“You’ll just have to trust me,” she said. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” I said.

“Finally,” she said. “Let’s see, what can I do to really embarrass you? I dare you to…”


“Suck my toes for 60 seconds.”

I laughed softly. “This better not make you wet while I’m doing it.”

She grinned. “No promises.” She lifted up her foot and wiggled her toes. “Start sucking.”

I held her foot by the ankle, and then I let my tongue come out. I licked along her instep and she squeaked. My tongue ran over the ball of her foot and poked between her big toe and second toe. I could see her mouth was hanging open as she watched me. Her hands were on her tummy. I opened my mouth and took in her second and third toes, sucking and licking between them. I heard her let out a moan and she squirmed. I nipped at her toes with my teeth, licking them and sucking harder.

“Ohh,” she said with a heavy breath. “Okay, okay, 60,” she said, pulling her toes out of my mouth.

I smiled at her. “Did you like that?”

She bit her lip. “You have to say truth or dare first.”

“Truth or dare?”


I laughed. “Okay. I dare you to show me how wet you are.”

Her eyes bulged. “Um… wow, okay… big dare.”

“You can always stop playing.”

“And let you win? No way. But how do I show you?”

“However you want. Just prove it, unless you can’t.”

She put her feet flat on the bed. They started to spread open, gliding across the purple bedspread. My eyes shot up to the space between her legs. Her skirt was splitting open as her legs moved farther apart. Then came the panties, those white panties that had peeked out at me earlier. The mere sight of them gave my cock a stir. They were most certainly wet. I could see the outline of her pussy lips as they stuck to her crotch, as well as the little bulge of her hard clit.

“I can’t tell from here…” I said.

She looked me in the eyes. “Do you wanna come closer?”

“May I?”

She nodded. As I leaned in a little closer, she grasped the collar of my shirt. She pulled me in and I tipped forward, my face coming between her legs, stopping inches from her pussy, the heat warm against my face like a summer day. They were soaked, and this close, I could see through them.


“I see.”

Her hand was on my head, her fingers running through my hair. “Believe me?”

“I believe you.”

“Truth or dare?” she asked.


“Wanna smell my pussy?”

I glanced up at her from between her legs. “Oh, yes.”

Her other hand ran down her stomach and between her thighs. Her long middle finger stroked on top of her panties, across her hard clit and along the valley of her labia. “Do it.”

I came closer, my nose bumping into her hard clit. I heard her take a quick gasp as I took a deep inhalation through my nose. Fuck, that scent. Maybe it was because she was my daughter, but pussy had never smelled so sweet. I could not help myself. I ground my nose against her sex and she let out a loud moan.

“God, careful, Daddy.”

“Sorry, baby, it smells so delicious.”

“Mmm, you like it?”

“I love it.”

“Making you hungry?”

“Famished,” I said. I moved my mouth in, and without warning, I let my tongue run from the bottom of her pussy to the top, dragging it across her panties, stabbing it forward to spread her lips apart, feeling the coarseness of the cotton, pushing against her hard clit poking out.

“Holy fuck!” she said.

I pulled my tongue away and looked up at her. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“I can’t believe you just licked my pussy,” she said.

“I licked your panties, not your pussy.”

She was blushing scarlet. “You’re naughty, Daddy.” She closed her legs and I sat up. “Take your turn.”

“Truth or-”


I grinned. “Okay.” I climbed off the bed, standing right beside it. “Your turn. I dare you to smell my cock.”

She stared up at me with big uncertain eyes. “I dunno…”

“Are you quitting the game? Are you scared? Yup, I bet that video I made scared you, huh?”

“I’m not scared.”

“Prove it.”

She climbed up on her knees, the skirt taking away my lovely view of those wet panties. She inched closer, looking at the big bulge in my pants. I put my hands on my hips as my daughter came forward, crawling on her hands and knees toward me.

“Open the belt,” I told her. “Hard to smell anything through jeans.”

“Okay,” she said under her breath.

Her little fingers were shaking as she grasped the leather and pulled against the buckle. They loosened, held together by a button. She nervously pinched it between her fingers and pried it apart. They nearly slipped down my legs, but my zipper held them up. She was trying hard not to touch the bulge as she reached for the little metal tongue. She pulled down with a steady hand until the weight of my jeans took over, leaving me there with a raging hard cock covered by a thin layer of 40% cotton 60% polyester.

She looked up at me. “Your cock is hard.”

“You didn’t think it would stay soft while I was licking your pussy, did you?”

“I thought you licked my panties?”

“My cock couldn’t tell the difference.”

I reached out for her, running my hand through her hair, holding the side of her head. “Don’t be scared. Just move a little closer and take a breath.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said. She stretched her neck and her nose came closer to my big cock, bent to the side, making an obscene outline. Her nostrils pulsed as she inhaled. “Hmm…”

“Still too far?”


Her nose came right to the flap of my boxers, the single button strained to break apart as my fat daddy cock pushed up against it.

“Unbutton that.”

She glanced up at me. “Are you sure?”

“Trust me,” I whispered to her, nudging her in with my hand on her head. She reached up, careful not to touch my cock as her little fingertips bent the plastic button to the side. It split open and she could clearly see thick cock flesh before her eyes.

“Oh,” she whispered.

“It’s not going to hurt you.”

Her nose came closer and closer. And then I felt the tip of it touch the shaft of my cock. She inhaled and hummed in her throat. I stroked the side of her head.

“You like that, baby?”

She looked up, pulling the tip of her nose away from my cock. “Yes. It smells musky.”

“Are you getting wetter?”

“Yes,” she whispered, keeping eye contact with me. “It’s kinda making my mouth water.”

“Well, now you’re giving me ideas…”

She sat back on the bed, breaking contact. “My turn first.”

“Dare,” I answered before she asked.

“Um, okay. I dare you to, um… do you want to taste my pussy juice?”

I sat down next to her. “Oh, yes.”

“Okay,” she said, lying back. She spread her legs a little, and I moved between them. Her hand wandered across her stomach, her fingers slipping into the rim of her panties. I watched as the outline of her middle finger ran down across her clit and slipped between her pussy lips and vanished into her warm wet hole. She pulled her fingers out and held them up, gooey and slick in front of my face. “Still want to?”

Damn, and I thought she wanted me to eat her pussy. Nevertheless, I did not hesitate to wrap my lips around two of her fingers. My jaw tightened as the taste flooded my mouth. Fuck, I could not believe I was tasting my daughter’s pussy juices. This was far from my expectations.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

“Is it good?” she asked.


She was blushing. “Okay, your turn. Dare.”

I stared hard at her. “I dare you to show me your breasts.”

Her eyes got big. “Um, okay. For how long?”

“For however long you want.”


She took the bottom of her halter top and lifted it up over her head. There was no bra to hide her round, soft breasts from my eyes. Her nipples were stiff, pointing toward me. As she dropped the halter top on the bed, she shyly covered her chest.

“What do you think?”

“Lovely,” I said.

She smiled. “Thanks.”

“Dare,” I said.

“Oh,” she said. “Um… Can I dare you to lick my panties again? Just for 60 seconds?”

My grin was wide. “Yes, you can.”

“Okay,” she said. I noticed as she leaned back in the bed and spread her legs apart, she did not bother to put her halter top back on. However, as I came closer to her pussy, I watched as her hands began to explore her own body, her fingertips grazing her nipples.

We met eyes for a moment as my tongue rolled out and poked at her soggy panties. She held her breath as I licked the cotton outline of her pussy lips, but she gasped as my tongue ran over her hard clit.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered.

I closed my mouth around her little clit and sucked on it through her panties. She groaned loudly and grabbed my head. Then she began humping up against my mouth as I licked, running my tongue up and down her pussy lips, stabbing the tip against the cotton, trying to make my way into her warm wet hole.

“Fuck, Daddy! Okay, okay, 60 seconds.”

I pulled my mouth away. “I can go longer.”

She shook her head. “You almost made me cum.”

“You don’t want to cum?”

“Well, I mean, I’ll make a mess and stuff.”

“I like messes.”

“I dunno. I’m nervous. It’s your turn. Dare.”

I sat up on the bed. My nose and lips were still wet from her pussy. I wanted her to taste it. “I dare you to kiss me for 60 seconds.”

Her legs were closed now. “Seriously?”


“Like, what kind of kiss?” she asked.

“The sloppy kind. Pretend I’m your boyfriend. I want your tongue in my mouth.”

“Um, okay.”

She came closer to as we both rested on our knees in front of each other. She put her hands on my shoulders. Her little fingers caressed my neck while she looked into my eyes.

“I’m a little nervous about this,” she admitted.

“It’s just a kiss. What daughter wouldn’t kiss her father?”

“Most daughters don’t put their tongues in their father’s mouths.”

“And most daughters don’t dare their father’s to lick their panties.”

She blushed and then pressed her lips to mine. I pressed back, my hands holding on to her waist, crushing her body against mine. I could feel her hard nipples poking into my chest, and I cursed my shirt for being in the way. My cock was throbbing in my boxers, touching her hip. Her tongue stretched out and passed between my lips and my tongue met it. All the sounds of our wet, sloppy kiss reached my ears, our lips smacking together, our muffled groans and strained breath. I couldn’t believe it. I was kissing my daughter. I had never been so turned on.

“60,” she said as she broke the kiss, wiping her wet chin. “Truth or dare?”


“I wanna see your cock. Take off your boxers.”

I was glad she asked. I was about to dare myself to do that. I lifted my shirt up first, pulling it off. I didn’t want it in my way anymore. Her eyes roamed over my hard chest and followed my hands down to the elastic band of my boxers. I pushed them down inch by inch, the shaft of my thick cock showing more and more, until it sprung free, bobbing in front of her.

“Fuck,” she said.

“Better than the video?” I asked as I pulled the boxers off.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Still scared?” I asked.

“More curious than scared,” she said.

I grinned. “Truth or dare?”


“I dare you to lick my cock, from base to tip,” I said.

Her eyes were wide. “Daddy, that’s a really big dare.”

“I licked your pussy,” I reminded her.

“You licked my panties.”

“Same thing,” I said, “and you know it.”

“Okay… one lick.”

She lay down on her tummy and propped herself up by her elbows. My thick cock hovered in the air inches from her face. She seemed to size it up as she titled her head.

“I’m gonna have to touch it, like, so I can lick it properly.”

“You can definitely touch it.”


She slowly wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft, lifting my cock up. She moved her face in closer and I watched her tongue come out. And then I felt the warm wet coarseness of her tongue touch my shaft. She dragged it all the way from the bottom to the top. I held my breath as the tip of her tongue ran along the underside of my bulbous mushroom head. And then she pulled her tongue away, followed by her hand.

“I did it,” she said.

“You missed a spot,” I said quickly.


“Where your hand was holding it.”


She took my cock by the head this time and lifted it up. Just feeling her squeeze the tip between her fingers was bliss. She came in again and let her little tongue run down the base of the shaft, connecting the wet line she had started. She gave me a smile and then planted a soft kiss on the underside of my cock before letting it go.

“My turn,” she said.

“Okay…” Fuck, I wanted more. “Dare.”

“Okay, I dare you, daddy dearest, to put your cock between my boobs for 60 seconds and do that titty fuck thing you did with mom in that video.”

I laughed. “Happily.”

She smirked as she lay back on the bed. I went after her, moving up her body, straddling her stomach, laying my fat cock down on her chest.

“Do I push them together now?” she asked, taking her breasts in both hands and mashing my cock between them.

“That’s good, baby. Ready?”

“Yeah,” she whispered, looking down at it.

“Okay, here we go,” I said, pulling my cock back before I gently pushed forward. My big cock slipped out from in-between her tits.

“Sorry, Daddy, I know my boobs aren’t as big as mom’s,” she said, pushing her breasts back together.

“That’s okay, sweetheart,” I said gently grinding my cock back and forth between them.

“I guess we need oil,” she said as she watched my cock slide between her soft breasts.

“Yeah,” I mumbled, but it still felt great. I pushed a little harder, jamming the head of my cock into her chin.

“Oh, careful.”

I did it again, trying to poke at her mouth. She looked up at me and smirked. Then she looked down, and as my cock came toward her, her tongue shot out and gave it a lick.


“Mmm, such a bad daddy,” she said.

I thrust forward again, and she gave my cock one more lick. I was going to ram my whole cock into her mouth on the next thrust, but she said, “Time’s up.”

I frowned as she sat up and my cock fell away. I needed more, a lot more.

“My turn?”

“Yup. I’ll take a dare,” she said

“I dare you to rub your panties on my cock for 60 seconds.”

She pulled her eyes away from my hard cock to look me in the eye. “Huh? How do I do that?”

“However you want.”

“But I’m wearing them.”

“Yeah, and you have to keep wearing them while you do the dare.”

“Oh, I see. That’s a dirty trick, Daddy.”

“Don’t be mad if I’m better at this game than you.”

“Sit back,” she said.

I sat back on the bed, my cock pointing up, lying on my stomach. She came closer, her legs widening. I was looking at her creamy breasts while she was busy lining up her crotch. She straddled me, sitting down slowly, her panty-covered pussy touching my shaft, sending lightning into my rod and through my body.

I couldn’t see much from under her skirt, but I felt everything. She gently rocked back and forth against my cock, grinding her pussy up and down along the length of my shaft. She was pushing down hard too, crushing her cunt into my cock, gyrating her hips to dance on my cock.

“Fucking hell,” I said, looking into her eyes.

She grinned at me. “Truth or dare?”

“It’s still my turn,” I said, barely able to focus as I felt the cotton of her panties sliding up and down. She was so wet, her juices were seeping through and coating my long cock. I was praying for some kind of accident that would help my cock to slip past the fabric of her panties and into the warmth of her tight little daughter hole.

“I dare you to suck my nipples while I do this,” she said.

I was glad she asked, because I wanted to do it anyway. I opened my mouth and wrapped it around her nipple, pulling the hard tip between my teeth and sucking. She groaned and pushed down against my cock. I pushed back, grinding my shaft up into her panties. I wanted inside of her, badly, now more than ever. I adjust my cock and then thrust up, the head of my dick stabbing against her pussy, trying to rip into it.

“Shit!” she cried. “Careful, Daddy! It’ll go inside if you’re not careful.”

I pinched her nipple between my teeth and she squeaked. I thrust against her pussy again, and again her panties cockblocked me. I lifted my hips up, spearing my cock toward the edge of her panties, trying to angle the head to slip inside. It was so frustrating to be defeated by a pair of $5.00 panties.


“Oh, god, Daddy! Be careful. Are you trying to fuck me? Because it seems like you’re trying to fuck me. Don’t thrust up like that.”

She readjusted her crotch and then pushed down, pinning my shaft to my pubic bone as she grinded down and wiggled her hips. “There.”

I grunted with her nipple in my mouth, but then she pulled her breasts away from me. “60.”


But she didn’t get up, she stayed there with my cock pinned under her soaking wet panties. “Take your turn.”

“Truth or dare?” I asked quickly. I knew what the next dare was. She about to get fucked.



“Ask your question.”

“Fuck… My question is… shit. Brandy, baby, I want to fuck you so badly. You can feel how hard my cock is. I need you, baby girl.”

She smiled with a blush. “What’s your question, Daddy?”

“May I please put my cock in your pussy?”

“Um… I’m not sure yet,” she said softly.


“That just seems like a bit too far, don’t you think?”

“Baby, I can’t keep playing this game. I’m horny as hell. I need to fuck or stop.”

She bit her lip. “But I like playing this game. I’m horny too, you know?”

“Then dare me to make you cum,” I told her.

“How would you make me cum?” she asked. “Without sex, I mean?”

“I’ll rub my cock against your pussy,” I told her.

She wiggled her crotch. “I’m already doing that.”

“I’ll do it this time, and we’ll take your panties off.”

She gulped. “What if you accidentally put your cock in me?”

“I wouldn’t do that. That’s not the dare.”

“You promise not to?”

“I told you, I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want me to.”

She was blushing red. “Okay. I dare you to rub your cock against my pussy until I cum.”

“Lie back,” I told her.

She did as she was told, lying on her back, looking up at me with trepidation.

“Take off your skirt and panties,” I said.

“Okay,” she whispered. She lifted herself up as she ran her hands down to her skirt and panties, hooking her thumb in the waist and pushing both down at once. My eyes were ready to take in the sight of her pink puffy lips, but she shyly cupped her pussy with her hands, blocking my view. “I’m embarrassed.”

“It’s okay, baby. I like what I’ve seen so far.”

“I didn’t think it would happen like this,” she said. “I really thought we would just tease and flirt with each other a little.”

“I know. Move your hands and spread your legs, baby.”

She opened up her legs and moved her hands. I crawled between her thighs, sitting on my calves. She kept her legs nice and wide for me as I scooted closer. I was holding my cock up, but as I came closer, I let it drop. It fell right on top of her crotch, lying across her wet pussy and pubic mound.

“Oh, oh, god,” she said, looking down and watching me. “You promised, not inside me, right?”

“Trust me,” I whispered, holding my cock by the base. It was a bat made of solid steel. I gave it a swing, tapping her pussy flesh. It rippled when I hit it and she squirmed and moaned.

“God, Daddy. That felt good.”

“You want me to do it again?”

“Yes, please.”

I did as she asked, gently tapping her pussy lips with the shaft of my cock, her wet juices amplifying the sound of each quick slap. She was breathing hard, lifting up her back to try to meet my cock each time it connected with her pussy.

“Mmm fuck,” she said. I glanced at her and realized she was cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers, giving them gentle squeezes. “More,” she said.

I carefully pressed my fat cock up against her pussy lips. They spread open to hug my long shaft. I moved my cock from side to side, all while my mushroom head batted her hard little clit.

“God, Daddy! Fuck, I’m so wet.”

“I know you are, baby. Your pussy is drooling all over me,” I said slapping my cock into her cunt again, splashing little droplets of leaking pussy juice.

“I wanna cum so bad,” she said.

“Where do you like to rub your pussy when you cum, baby?”

“My clit.”

“Rub it with my cock. Take it.”

I reached for her hand, taking it and bringing it down. She stretched her neck to get a better look as she took hold of it. She carefully grinded my mushroom head right into her hard clit. Her hips started gyrating, rubbing her clit up into the head of my cock.

“Fuck, right there,” she said.

I was pushing back, crushing my cock head into her clit as she rubbed. I was so hard, I was worried she was going to make me cum, but I didn’t want to cum yet, not until I was deep inside her pussy.

“You love my cock, don’t you, baby?” I asked as I watched her slapping her clit with it.

“Fuck, yes, I love it.”

“Just imagine how good it would feel inside you, baby, stretching you open.”

“Ohh, Daddy, I know it would.”

I pulled my cock back and pushed forward, rubbing the head up along her pussy lips and back into her clit where she lifted her hips to rub against it again.

“Fuck, that feels amazing!” she said.

“Do you want it in your pussy, baby?”

“God… Yes… but, we can’t.”

I took control of my cock and started slapping her clit in quick succession. She moaned loudly and threw her head back.


“We can,” I whispered, assaulting her swollen clit with my rock hard cock.

“Daddy! God, fuck! I’m cumming!” she screamed.

While I rubbed, grinded, and slapped her pussy with my cock, I could see her muscles contract and spill her little girl cum. I watched it run out and soak the bed. She was still whimpering and moaning as she finished. I kept rubbing… It was my turn next.

“Did that feel good, baby?”

“Yes, god yes,” she said, her eyes opening again and focusing on me.

“Truth or dare, baby,” I said.

“Daddy, we can’t.”

“Truth or dare.”


“I dare you… to let me put my cock inside your pussy.”

She bit her lip hard as she looked down. “Daddy…”

“Double dog dare,” I added while I gently stroked her pussy lips with the shaft of my cock, thrusting my hips in slow motion to slide my dick across her slippery channel.

“Um… Maybe just, what if I said just the head?” she said.

“Just the head?”

“Yeah, just the head, and only for 60 seconds. It’s not the whole thing, so it’s not as wrong, right?”

“That’s right, baby, just the head.”

“And I get to put it in,” she said, reaching down, wrapping her delicate fingers around my shaft. “No thrusting either.”

“I’ll be good,” I said. I would have said anything to get into her pussy at this point.

I watched her with all the care in the world hold my cock firmly around the shaft, her fingers carefully coiling just under the head, presumably to stop any more from going in. As she squeezed, my cock head grew bigger and purpler, turning it into a raging bull ready to charge at that red pussy. She brought the head down and gently slid it against her pussy lips, parting them. She seemed to hesitate.

“It’s okay, sweetie,” I said. “It’s just like the cucumber. Just slide it in.”

“Okay. You’ll keep count, right?”

“Sure I will.”

“Okay. Here we go…”

She angled my cock head perfectly with her wet hole, lifted her hips, and then slowly drove herself down on it. Heat enveloped my cockhead, sending pleasure shooting down my shaft and up to my braining, but I quickly hit a wall as her fist bumped into her pussy.

We both let out a groan of pleasure together. Fuck, I was inside my daughter. Finally, all my fantasies had come true. Never mind it was just the head. I’d worry about stuffing the rest of it inside her later.

“Fuck,” I said. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

“Fuck,” she echoed. “Your cock is big.”

“You should feel the rest of it.”

“Geez, I can feel it stretching me open,” she said, looking down. “Is it just the head? It feels like a lot more.”

“It’s just the head, baby.”

Her head fell back as she looked up at the ceiling. “Fuck, Daddy. I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“Me either,” I said, gently tugging back on my cock, pulling her hand along with me, only to push forward. She groaned and looked down.

“What are you doing?”

“Just rubbing it inside you a little…”

“But I thought we said no thrusting.”

“It’s not thrusting, it’s massaging. It’s just the head.”

I pulled back and then pushed forward again, leaning against her. I felt a little bit of slack in her grip and was sure I had gained half an inch.

“Ohh, fuck,” she said. “Careful, Daddy, you’re going to put too much in if you push like that.”

“Sorry,” I whispered, gently pulling out and pushing back in. “God, you’re so wet.”

“Mmm, god, daddy this feels amazing.”

“Do you want to feel the rest of it?” I asked, pushing against her and trying again to shove my cock head deeper into her pussy, but her grip wasn’t giving.

“God, Daddy, don’t tempt me.”

“Here, move your hand, baby,” I said.

“Why?” she said.

“So I can enjoy it. You’re crushing my cock. It hurts.”

“Oh. Um, you promise not to push in anymore?”

“I promise.”

“Okay,” she said, her grip easing on my cock.

I was free, and my cock head was buried between her pussy lips, just kissing inside her. It took every ounce of willpower not to plow into her. Instead, I gently withdrew, and gently pushed back in, feeding my cock head into her pussy.

She groaned again. “Fuck. Oh, fuck. I bet all of it would feel amazing.”

“It would,” I said, holding still for a moment, reaching down and letting my thumb glide over her swollen clit. I stroked it.

“Mmm, oh.”

“You know, baby…” I said, my thumb caressing her clit, my cock head moving around inside her every time she squirmed. “The truth is, you’re not a virgin anymore. It doesn’t matter if it’s just the head or the whole thing. We’re fucking. You know that, right?”

She looked at me with a frown. “I know.”

“Let daddy put the rest inside you, okay?”

She bit her lip hard. “How much time is left?”

I hadn’t actually been counting. It felt like five minutes, but I said, “30 seconds.”

“You can put it all the way in, just for 30 seconds, but no thrusting. Just put it in and don’t move it.”


We both watched as I leaned into her, my cock disappearing into her tight cunt inch by inch. Her pussy was a furnace. I stuffed my long shaft into her as deep as it would go. She was groaning loudly with her head back as I finally hit a wall.

“Fuck! Holy fuck, Daddy! Okay, stop!”

“God, baby, you’re doing great.”

“Fuck, I can feel it so deep inside me, Daddy,” she whined. “God. Okay, okay, it’s in. Don’t push anymore. Just, just leave it there.”

I left it there, lodged deep in her pussy. I wasn’t going to press my luck now. Instead, I kept my hand on her pubic mound, gently rubbing, my thumb caressing her clit. “How does it feel, baby?”

“Feels so big,” she said. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavy. “God, I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

I rubbed up to her tummy and moved my hand in a circle, massaging around her bellybutton. But my eyes were on my cock. It looked so amazing lodged inside her, her pink lips hugging tight around my shaft, her red clit, everything was so wet and slick, and I was so hard. I could not help but throb inside her. I needed to fuck her, fuck her hard, feel the resistance of her body as I plowed into her. But how to get her to let me? I stroked her clit a few more times and she groaned.

“Feel good?” I asked.

“I think… I think I need to cum again,” she said heavily, looking down at me.

I had her now. I quickly yanked my long, fat cock out of her pussy with a slurping sound. “Time’s up.”


My hard cock was dripping with her juices as it hovered over her. “Your turn.”

“Seriously?” she said.

“Yup, and make it a good one, because I’m done playing now.”

“Why?” she said, sitting up on her elbows.

“Because there’s nothing else I can dare you to do.”

She was chewing on her lip, her eyes darting from my cock to my face. “I thought you were going to start fucking me. You know that was way over 60 seconds, right?”

“I lost count. What’s your last dare?”


“What is it Brandy?”

Her head fell back and she covered her face. “You’re gonna make me say it, aren’t you?”

“Say what?”

“Fuck me…”

“What’s that?”

She peeked at me between her eyes. “I dare you to fuck me.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear,” I said, but my hand was on my cock, giving it a gentle stroke.

“Daddy, fuck me. Please.”

I leaned down over her, driving my cock back into her pussy where it belonged, splitting her open as I came face to face. Her warm breath moaned against my chin.

“What changed your mind?” I whispered, burying my cock inside her as deep as it would go.

“Fuck… I, I don’t know. I just didn’t want to prove mom right, but I don’t care anymore. It might be wrong, but it feels so good.”

“It’s right, babygirl. I’ve waited so long for this.”

I drew my hips back and thrust my cock back into her, making her groan from deep in her belly. I kissed her hard on the mouth, our breath strained as our lips and tongues were busy. I held her close to me as I started to rhythmically pump my long thick cock into her delicate pussy.

She was working with me, lifting herself up to meet each of my thrusts, taking as much cock into her little pussy as would fit, gasping for each breath I penetrated her nice and deep.

“Oh, god!” she cried. “Fuck. Daddy, do you think I’m a whore now?”

“Shh,” I whispered, holding the back of her head as I fucked her. “You’re not a whore. And if you are, you’re daddy’s little whore, understand?”

She nodded. “Never tell mom?”


We stopped talking for a moment as we fucked harder, watching each other as our sweaty bodies drove toward a common goal. We both needed to cum. I was ramming my long cock into her, and she was grinding her cunt into it as I came down. Her mouth opened wide and she lost her breath. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her eyes fluttered, and I knew she was done.

“F-fuck!” she screamed.

I felt her pussy clench down on my cock as she creamed all over. I had taken as much as I could as well. I groaned in her ear, rammed my cock in as hard as I could, and let myself cum. My cock erupted and jerked inside her, spewing warm seed deep in her belly. We held each other tight as our orgasms peaked.

As I finished, I gave her a few slow, weak thrusts, and then pulled my gooey cock out of her slippery pussy. I fell down on the bed next to her and took in air. She turned and wrapped her arms around me. I pulled her in a little closer.

“God, I can’t believe we did that,” she said.

“Me either.”

Her breath was heavy on my chest. “If Mom ever finds out, she’ll kill me. And if Uncle Henry finds out, he’ll literally murder you.”

“Yeah. Let’s not tell either of them, ever.”

She nodded slowly. “Better hope I don’t get pregnant. They might suspect.”

“You probably should’ve used one of those dares on a condom.”

She chuckled. “That’s not funny.”

“I know it’s not. I’m the one who’s gonna get murdered. We’ll have to be more careful next time.”

“Next time?” she said, looking up at me. “So, what, you’re just gonna fuck me whenever you want now?”

“That’s the plan, yeah.”

She grinned. “In that case, can we start sleeping in your room? A twin size bed is way too small to fuck in all summer long.”

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