1. A Daddy Daughter Talk Part 2


    Date: 8/7/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Incest, Male/Teen Female, Author: its sugar daddy, Rating: 90.5, Source: sexstories.com

    watch a movie and eat popcorn. We decided on the new Star Trek movie. I raised both of my girls on sci fi and they loved it. In the middle of watching Mr. Spock almost die. I reached for a hand full of popcorn. But what I got was Brandy’s hand instead. “Oh sorry Honey bunny, didn’t mean to grab you?” “Its OK daddy, you can grab me anytime, “she smiled. Now hold up I thought to myself what the hell was going on here. Was my daughter flirting with me? Or was I just imagining things. Maybe deep down in my conscious, I wanted her to flirt with me. I don’t know I wasn’t a fucking phycologist. And I wasn’t going to rack my brains over it. I just took it as me seeing what I wanted to see. After the movie Brandy went to take a shower and get ready for bed. I settled in my room with a glass of wine. I turned on my radio. They were playing my favorite love song. Let’s get it on by Marvin Gaye. I stood up and started to dance by myself, while repeating the chorus over and over. “LETS GET IT On; I SAID LETS GET IT ON.” As I spun around I saw Brandy in my doorway laughing. “And what are you looking at?” I jokingly asked. “I’m looking at you trying to dance, “she laughed. “You didn’t know I had moves like this kiddo?” I asked, as I tried to imitate Marvin. “Ummm, no I didn’t,” she giggled. “Here come dance with me Honey Bunny.” “OK,” She replied. We started to slow dance Brandy felt so damn good. She had on a pair of hello kitty pajamas with her hair in two ponytails. As our bodies ...
    pressed up against one each other’s I could feel my self-starting to get hard. I quickly pushed myself away from her. I told Brandy that she should go to her room. Now I know what all of you are saying. This asshole has already fucked her once, why stop now? Why the hell is he being so shy? I’ll answer that if you give me a chance and stop being dicks. It’s because, it wasn’t me who fucked her that night at her mom’s house. As far as Brandy knows some guy in a ski mask raped her. Not her father, who she trust s and loves. Now do you get it assholes? I went to sit on my bed and grabbed my wine. When I looked up Brandy was still standing there. She was just staring at me. “Brandy, why are you looking at me like that?” I asked. “Because I don’t understand why you don’t want to fuck me again dad?” she said, with tears in her eyes. I dropped my glass of wine on the ground. I couldn’t believe what I just heard. “What, what, what are you talking about?” I stuttered. “Don’t you want me anymore? I set this whole night up for us,” she said. “Brandy I don’t know what you’re talking about, we have never had sex,” I pleaded. “Yes we did the night you raped me dad don’t you remember? I knew it was you.” I just froze with fear. I barely got any words out. But I finally asked her, “How did you know it was me?” “When you were Cumming on me, you screamed my name out. But you forgot to disguise your voice,” she explained. “Baby girl I’m so sorry,” I said with my head hanging low. Brandy walked up to ...
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