1. Gaby and her Tutor (Chap)


    Date: 2/25/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, First Time, Incest, Young, Author: fireengine8, Rating: 94.4, Source: sexstories.com

    off on a Friday evening for her first weekend visit last year. She jumped up into my arms and wrapped her legs around my middle and tried to squeeze me. It made me laugh because even at her young age she has a gymnast’s muscular belly and legs. Her mom Birgitte had enrolled her in gymnastics nearly as soon as she could walk. Birgitte admitted it was some type of Scandinavian throw back, feeling that girls had to do gymnastics and in the winter time they all had to learn how to ski. Except down here in the South there is no snow. Gaby planted a big kiss right on the middle of my mouth and her arms went around my neck as her body melded itself to me. Birgitte laughed, “Guess she is happy to be here.” Gaby squeezed me again and then dropped back to the floor, grabbing my hand and holding it for dear life. That day she wore a cute yellow top with ponies on it and her very short matching yellow shorts. Birgitte had a habit of dressing her in cute outfits. When the three of us were at the park I always noticed the grand-daddies with an eye on Gaby. The brightly colored outfits made her a magnet for men’s eyes. Birgitte and I had talked about my small apartment only having two bedrooms; but one was my office. We compromised by buying an airbed; which is really only an air mattress often found in swimming pools. The plan was to make a sleeping corner in the living room with some toys and a TV. That plan lasted only a few hours. Birgitte dropped Gaby’s suitcase, told her to behave ...
    and have fun and she would see her Monday after school. Mom kissed her daughter first and then me and disappeared off to work. When my sister Birgitte pushed her tits against me it reminded me it had been a long time since I had a girlfriend. I told Gaby we were going to build her a sleeping corner and I moved some of the furniture around a bit and inflated her airbed. The TV went near her bed and a few toys she brought were put around the bed. “Can we go out to eat?” Gaby wanted to know, thereby breaking her mom’s rule not to eat junk food. Only a well-balanced, home cooked meal was good enough for my sister, the nurse. “If we go out to eat, you cannot tell your mom,” I said to Gaby and she shook her head and crossed her fingers over her heart. I did not realize it would be the first of many secrets we would keep from mom. That first night we went to a restaurant which featured the long serve-it-yourself counters. Gaby loaded up her first plate with healthy vegetables. Then she made three trips to the dessert and ice cream bar. Her face beamed from ear to ear and her blonde curls shook as she stuffed ice cream and assorted cakes into her mouth. “Go easy there, kid,” I told her and warned her of having a stomach ache later. About that time she scrunched up her face and whined, “Brain-freeze,” as the cold ice cream hit the roof of her mouth. I handed her a glass of warm milk and laughed. While I sipped my after dinner coffee we talked about what she may want to do on Saturday. ...
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