1. Craig and Carrie, Chapter 12


    Date: 10/21/2014, Categories: Fiction, Erotica, Female/Female, First Time, Incest, Older Male / Female, Virginity, Young, Author: Lord Snow, Rating: 95.7, Source: sexstories.com

    and with only the slightest hint of sexual undertone. Then, with a look . . . a silent accord, in a split second, it would change, and they’d be kissing passionately, hugging, groping, fingering, sucking . . . it was amazing to watch. So he watched. They turned on the heater to keep the water at the right temp and the jets kicked on low just to circulate the water. Carrie got on top of Anna and put her chest in her face. Anna sucked playfully on her nipples, pulling them hard with her lips, making Carrie moan. Carrie was rubbing her cunt on Anna’s leg. Craig could tell by the way she was moving. Then she put her left hand under the water to finger her best friend. The two of them ended up in a tight clutch, hugging, with their heads right next to each other, Carrie pushing her twat on Anna’s thigh, while driving her to orgasm with her left hand. Their grip eased and they settled down in the water. “Oh my god” Anna breathed. “Two soccer games . . . a steam bath . . . a regular bath . . . and then a fucking cum . . . I’m wiped out!” “Let’s not hear any of that, young lady” Craig scolded. “Get yourselves ready and we’ll have a pick-me-up before dinner.” Carrie stood up in the tub and faced her dad, he wanted to try not to, but he couldn’t help but look down to watch the water dripping off her cute little bush. “OK . . . OUT dad . . . we need to get ready and you’re not allowed to see us ‘til we are, got it?” “Yes, dear.” “As a matter of fact, we’re gonna need to move around, ...
    so just go downstairs to the lobby or the bar or something . . . we’ll text you to come back up.” *** *** *** Craig was enjoying some local microbrews and was finishing his third when his phone buzzed. It was 8:05. Took them long enough! He stood up and quickly realized that these microbrews were a lot stronger than the Bud Lights he was used to. He was back on the 12th floor in 3 minutes and Anna made him close his eyes and pulled him in to the living area to present his daughter to him. She was an angel. Carrie stood in the center of the room on 3-inch heels which exactly matched the color of her leaf-green dress. The dress was sleeveless . . . not exactly appropriate for fall, but that didn’t matter, because his daughter was an absolute fucking knock-out. Her hair was expertly braided in one of those styles that must have a name but Craig could give a shit. She must be wearing some type of special bra because her boobs were pushed up so that she actually had cleavage showing at the top of her dress. The hem stopped at mid-thigh, and the thought struck him that maybe he’d never quite appreciated the shape of his girl’s legs . . . maybe the heels made the difference. He’d always thought they looked skinny . . . now they just looked fucking amazing. He was dumbstruck. “Wow” was all he could say. “Do you think I’m pretty daddy?” Carrie said teasingly . . . the way she first had those months ago when she’d exposed herself to him for the first time. “You are absolutely gorgeous, ...
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