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  1. My Sexy Mom
  2. Sexy Daughter
  3. Stepmother and stepsisters teach a sexy lesson
  4. My sexy daughter
  5. — Sexy revelations from my sister

Sexy Daughter

Categories Diary, Incest, Mature, Teen

Authror: tonysex23

Published: 11 April 2018

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Tonight was the night. He was going to do it. He'd imagined it a thousand different times in a thousand different ways, and now it would finally become a reality. He drove up to the apartment building, his fingers tapping restlessly on the steering wheel. It was one in the morning, and he'd had a little to drink. Not much. Not enough to stop him from driving. He parked right outside, the headlights going dark. The streetlamps glowed and flickered.

He sat in his car, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. He felt for his phone in his jacket pocket; there were no new messages. His wife was sound asleep back home, believing him to be out with friends.

He'd thought he could ignore it. He'd convinced himself that he could abandon his 'unnatural' desires. But the dreams wouldn't stop. His dirty mind provided endless distractions and thrilling scenarios.

He'd realized, once and for all, that there would be no more pretending when he'd started imagining her face instead of his wife's. He thought about her all the time. He loved her more than anyone - he wanted her more than anyone. And he imagined it was her lying beneath him, her calling his name and moaning in ecstasy, instead of his faithful, trusting wife.

He took one more sip from his flask before shoving it in the glovebox. He got out of his car, slamming the door, and raked his hands back through his mess of dark hair. The streets were so quiet. Everyone was asleep. No one knew what he was doing, what he had planned. He fixed the key in the lock and stepped into the lobby. He couldn't fight his smile as he waited for the elevator.

He wore a white dress shirt that fit him perfectly. It was his wife's favourite. He'd told her he was out with business friends, so he'd dressed for the pretense. He glanced at his watch, not that the time really mattered. Force of habit. He'd left his jacket in the trunk. It was cold outside, but he'd warmed up quickly once he'd gotten into the building. He pushed his sleeves up to his elbows.

He was thirty-seven years old. He had dark hair, and grey-blue eyes. When he wasn't at work or at home, he was at the gym. He was handsome, fit, and charming. People were usually shocked when he told them his age; he looked much younger than he was.

The elevator doors dinged as they opened. He walked down the hall until he found suite number 407. He fingered the key, but hesitated. What if she was with someone? What if she wasn't even home? He shook his head. Squaring his shoulders, he straightened and raised his fist to the door. His knock seemed far too loud in the quiet, only the electric humming of the lights keeping it company.

A minute passed. He rocked on his heels, lifting his head, tracing the top of the doorframe with his eyes. He was just about to knock again when he heard hurried footsteps. The lock clicked and the door opened, creaking just a little.

A young woman, nineteen-years-old now, stood across the threshold. Her long, chestnut-brown hair was a tangled mess falling down her back. Faint freckles splattered across her nose and trailed off under her eyes. Her pouty, pink lips were parted. She stared up at him with wide, doe-like brown eyes.

She wore nothing but an over-sized black T-shirt, the material thin and well-worn.

She rubbed at her eye with the back of her hand. "What are you doing here? It's the middle of the night." She stifled a yawn. "Are you okay?"

He smiled. He admired the lovely curves of her legs. Her nipples showed through the fabric of her shirt. It rode up when she reached up her hand to her face, revealing a corner of lacy black panties. "I'm okay, darling. I just wanted to see you. Can I come in?"

She nodded, "Of course." She made way for him and he walked inside.

"I'm sorry for waking you."

"Don't be ridiculous. You know I'm always happy to see you, Daddy."

His hand snaked around her waist, closing on her hip as he tugged her towards him. He kissed her cheek. She smelled like lavender, probably because it was the only soap she ever used. His fingers pressed into her bare skin, and he held her to him. "I've missed you, Ella," he whispered huskily.

She turned into him, looping her arms around his neck. Her sigh tickled his neck. "I missed you too." His hands ran up her back. He could feel her hardened nipples press against his chest. It was colder in her apartment than in the lobby, but, then, she'd always preferred to sleep with a window open.

Ella slipped away from him. He watched her hips sway as she walked over to the kitchen. "Do you want something to drink?" She ran her hand over her hair.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, more to himself than to her.

She glanced back at him over her shoulder, grinning. "Are you sure you're okay? Nothing's wrong?"

"I'm fine, Ella. I'm here for you, to see you."

"At one in the morning?"

"I needed to see you."

She paused in her pursuit of tea. She set the mugs down on the counter and slowly turned around. Her brow furrowed, and she bit her lip. He crossed the distance between them without a second thought. "What do you mean? What's going on?" She gripped the counter's edge behind her. He stood directly in front of her, looking her up and down as if committing the sight of her to memory.

Now that it was happening, now that he was doing it, he didn't know what to say to her. How to convince her. She looked so adorable, so concerned, as he tenderly cupped her cheek. Her skin was so soft, so smooth. "Could you ever know how much I love you?" he whispered.

"I... I know, Daddy. I love you too."

He watched her lips shape the words. His heart beat a little faster. "There's no one in this entire world that I care about more. You're everything to me, Ella. I love you so much. Do you understand me? Do you?" His fingers skated down the side of her face, running down her neck.

Gently, she put her hand on his wrist. He reached for her other, holding it in his. "I understand. Are you in trouble? You're kind of freaking me out." She glanced him over, as if making sure he was still in one piece.

"I promise you, darling, I'm alright. I just couldn't stop thinking about you. I'm not used to being away from you, not for so long."

"It hasn't been that long since I moved out!"

"I know, I know, but I miss you. I miss seeing you every day; I miss hearing your voice."

"Well, you're here now. You don't have to miss me anymore!" She smiled up at him, her expression so full of love and trust.

"There's something I..." he stopped, shook his head, and tried again, "Ella, I need to..." He clamped his jaw. He shook his head again, laughing under his breath at his own nervousness. "Will you close your eyes? Please?"

She gave him a curious look, if not a little bit suspicious. "Alright. Don't try to scare me or anything though." He promised he wouldn't, and she closed her eyes.

He stepped closer, adjusting his hand on her neck, and kissed her.

Her eyes snapped open, her lower back pressed into the counter. There was nowhere to go. She pulled away, gasping. He held her wrists in his hands, not enough to hurt, but he didn't want her to run. "What the hell? Did you just - You kissed me!"

"It's okay, baby. Don't be scared. It's okay, I promise. I've wanted to kiss you for a long time."

"Wh-what? What are you t-talking about? I don't... I don't understand. Why are you doing this!?"

"Because I love you! I love you so much, and I just want to be with you. Ella, darling, don't you love me?"

She blinked rapidly, turning her head one way then the other. She licked her lips and swallowed nervously. "I... Of course I love you, but-"

He stepped away, smiling warmly. She eyed him warily, clasping her hands in front of her. After a moment, she turned around and quietly continued to prep the tea. He sat at the kitchen table, watching her put in the tea bags and pour the water. When there was nothing left to do but wait, she finally turned to face him.

"I'm sorry if I startled you," he said, reaching out a hand. Hesitantly, she took it. Ella stood in front of him. He sat up, catching her other hand in his. He fixed his eyes intently on hers. "You've cast a spell on me, Ella." She bit her lip, glancing away. He squeezed her hands, "I mean it. I'm being completely serious." He shifted forward. She stood between his knees, looking confused and a bit uncomfortable. "I can't get you out of my head. I can't stop thinking about you. Maybe I shouldn't think about you that way, but there's nothing I can do about it. Believe me, sweetheart, I've tried. I love you. Hell, I'm in love with you. Ella. Ella, darling. I'm obsessed. I need you. I want you more than I've wanted anyone. I can't... You're the only one for me. Ella..."

He put his hands on her waist, but then lightly started running his hands up and down her thighs a couple times.

She let out a sharp breath. "You can't be saying this to me! This... This isn't real. I'm dreaming! I don't even know what to - what to say!"

"It's alright. It's okay to be confused. This is a lot to take in, I understand."

He kissed her stomach through her shirt. His fingers hovered over the bones of her hips. "Daddy!" she protested, her hands landing on his shoulders. His hands moved over her, gripping her ass and squeezing it, making her gasp.

He stood up, wrapping her up his arms. Her face was red. Her pupils were so dilated he could barely make out her irises. "I'm sorry. I'll stop."

Her mouth opened, then closed.

"Can I... One last kiss. Then I'll stop."

"Daddy..." Her hands were on his arms. She glanced at his mouth, then back to his eyes. "I don't know if that's a good idea."

"Why not? It's a kiss, Ella. Let me have this. I'll leave you alone after, if that's what you want. Consider it a goodbye kiss."

"Goodbye? You're not - Where are you going?" She looked so taken aback that he almost laughed. "Daddy, you're not leaving, are you? I don't want you to go. Is it Mom? Or a business trip?"

"No, nothing like that. You don't want me to go?"

Now she was really blushing. She stared at his chest, looking hopelessly confused and terribly embarrassed. "I meant, um, I only meant I don't want you to leave. Like, for good. I miss you when you're gone. I didn't, I don't..." She shifted her weight from foot to foot.

He leaned down and kissed her. He tilted her head back, pulling her body closer to his. He expected her to break away, to hit him or push him, but... she didn't. She didn't kiss him back, either. He ran the tip of his tongue along the seam of her lips. She stiffened but didn't shove him away. It was only when she felt him hard against her that she stumbled back.

"Daddy! You're... you're... Oh my god." She ran her hands over her face, hiding her expression.

"Ella," he said firmly. She dropped her hands. He might have left, but she'd let him kiss her. And the look on her face... His instincts told him that maybe, just maybe, she wanted him too. He walked over to her, and she walked back until she hit the wall. "Don't walk away from me," he half-growled, half-whispered. His heart was pounding with the thrill, with his lust for her.

She whimpered when he kissed her. He had her caged in; she wasn't going anywhere. Her hands trembled against his chest. Her mouth parted for him. She'd let him in.

He pressed her against the wall, his hands roaming her body. She was kissing him back.

She was kissing him back.

Ella leaned into him as he broke free of their kiss. "Was that goodbye?" she whispered hoarsely, looking up at him with those big, beautiful eyes. She sounded so sad, so lonely.

He pressed his lips just under her jawline. He cherished her gasp as he trailed his gentle, hovering kisses down her neck. His hands roamed her body, one playing at her hip while the other daringly slipped under her shirt.

"Daddy, what are we doing?" she asked breathlessly.

"Shut up," he said, not unkindly, and pressed his mouth to hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close. His hand moved between her thighs. She moaned against him as he ran two fingers up and down her slit, over her panties. She was already wet.

"Daddy," she moaned, and it was close to a protest. He rubbed teasingly at her clit and she groaned and kissed him passionately.

He stopped. He put space between them, grinning at the sight of her. "You're wet for me. You want me."

She was breathing heavily, leaning against the wall. "I don't... It's not right. You should leave."

"Is that what you want?" She wouldn't look at him. "Okay. I'll leave." He walked past her, the floorboards creaking underfoot. She was wet. For him. It wasn't over. There was no way he'd be able to move on after that.

He was almost to the door when she spoke, "Wait." She said it so quietly he almost thought he'd imagined it. He stopped. Soon, he felt her hand slide into his.

He followed her wordlessly to her bedroom. Her palm was a bit sweaty, a bit shaky. She sat on the bed, staring up at him. "I don't want you to go."

"You want me. Say it."

She licked her lips. She stared at her hands. He sat next to her. He reached one hand over, letting his fingers run oh-so-lightly over her inner thigh. He shifted, kissing her neck. "Say it," he whispered against her skin.

"I - I want you," her voice trembled. He circled his fingers closer and closer. "Daddy, I want you."

"What do you want?" he rasped.

"Fuck me, Daddy."

He ran his fingers over her mound, his touch so light and slow. She squirmed under him. "Take off your shirt." She did. He pressed his fingers a little harder, moved them a little faster. "Oh, fuck, baby. You're perfect. You're so damn beautiful." Her perky breasts, her sinful curves... She was absolutely stunning.

"Daddy, please," she moaned, writhing against his hand.

"Will you be mine, Ella?" He ran his thumb in a circle around her clit. "You'll do as I say? I know I won't be able to control my selfishness... Ella?" Her hands were on her breasts, her head thrown back into the pillow. He hooked his fingers around her panties, pulling them down until they were completely off.

It wasn't long at all until his fingers were slick with her juices. "Daddy, Daddy please - please!" He had her moaning and begging like he'd never dreamed before.

He pushed one finger into her, then another. He kept up an infuriatingly slow rhythm, and she wouldn't stop moving, trying to get him to go faster. "Ella," he said, reaching for his belt buckle.

"Y-yes! Yes, I'll be yours. Yes, yes, whatever you want. Just please, please-"

He laughed lowly, loving every moment of this. He stood, unbuttoning his shirt. He tossed it to the floor. "On your knees, baby."Photos http://cpmlink.net/lwAXAA She pushed herself up, crawling over to him. The sight of her, his beautiful little girl, crawling towards him, completely naked, with lust in her eyes and her pussy wet for him, was almost too much. He groaned, shaking his head. "You've wanted me before this, haven't you?" He undid his belt buckle. His pants fell to his ankles.

She got up, standing in front of him. Her soft hands moved over his chest, her hardened nipples pressed against his skin. "I've... I know it's wrong. But I've always loved you, Daddy." She kissed his collarbone, then the base of his neck. "I tried to ignore it. I tried so hard, Daddy, but... I'm so glad you came tonight. I can't tell you how many times I've-" Ella cut herself off, biting her lip and looking up at him through her long eyelashes. She looked so innocent, so youthful.

He placed his hands on her shoulders, smiling confidently down at her. "How many times you what?" She glanced down, embarrassed. He tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at him. "I asked you a question, Ella. You do as your daddy tells you."

She licked her lips. "How many times I've fantasized about you, Daddy."

He removed his boxers. "I told you to get on your knees, didn't I?"

"Yes, Daddy."

She stared at his cock with wide eyes, her mouth parted. Her cheeks were red as she glanced up at him. "Is this what you want? You want Daddy's cock?" He ran his fingers through her hair and she leaned into the touch. Almost shyly, she reached out to touch it, stroking it so lightly it made him shiver.

At his command, she moved forward. She held his gaze as she took the head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around him. He let out a short, sharp breath. Just the sight of her, just the knowledge that she'd wanted him, too, was nearly enough to make him cum right then and there. But he had to control himself. There was so much to do... He wanted to take his time with her.

He groaned as she took in as much as his cock as she could. He knotted his fingers in her hair, pushing her a little further until she made a gagging noise. It wasn't long until they found a rhythm. Her head bobbed as she sucked him off, pausing every now and then to give special attention to his head.

Ella reached between her legs, moaning against him as she touched herself. He tightened his grip on her hair until it hurt. "Don't touch yourself. Not yet." He wanted that pussy all for himself.

A line of spit connected the end of his cock to her mouth. She pouted, so adorable and sexy at the same time. It was a sight he wished to remember forever.

"But Daddy, please!"

He gripped her chin, making her wince. "I said no. You're mine now, Ella. You always have been." He let her go, gesturing for her to stand. He sat on the edge of the bed, taking her wrists in his hands. "Isn't this what you want, Ella? To be mine?" She stood between his legs, looking like a schoolgirl who'd been caught cheating on a test.

Hesitantly, she nodded.

"We're just getting started, so I won't punish you for trying to argue. Now, finish sucking off your daddy's cock."

She lowered to the ground, moving as close as she could get. "I love you, Daddy," she whispered. He gripped the blankets in his fist as she trailed feather-light kisses down the shaft. God, at this rate, he wouldn't be able to last much longer.

She took him in her mouth, starting slow but then moving faster. He tensed, panting and grunting at the heat of it all. She fondled his balls, almost curiously. She must have known he was close. She sucked his head, the tip of her tongue dragging across it. "Shit! Shit, Ella!" he gasped, barely able to think straight. She worked faster, focusing on the head and stroking his shaft with her hand.

Her eyes widened in surprise as he cum filled her mouth. He very nearly collapsed back onto the bed. Ella swallowed, licking her lips before setting to work cleaning him off.

"Good girl," he said breathlessly.

"Thank you, Daddy," she purred.

He stood, helping her to her feet. She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "Daddy's got to go now, sweetie," he said reluctantly, kissing the top of her head.

She pulled back, all pouty. He laughed at her disappointment. "I'll come back. Tomorrow night." She opened her mouth to say something, but he cut her off. His hands ran over her back, falling to cup her ass. "Promise me you won't touch yourself until then."

"But-"

He raised a brow. She looked away, frowning. He grinned. "You're mine now, Ella. That means your pussy is mine, too."

She smiled, looping her arms around his neck. "I'm yours? You're really going to come back?"

"Does that make you happy?" he laughed.

She giggled, unable to stop grinning. "Yes! Yes, it makes me happy! I'll try to be good, Daddy." She leaned into him as he kissed her, her hands falling down his chest.

He got dressed and said goodnight. He left her apartment building, smiling to himself as he walked over to his car. He'd finally done it. He could've done it a lot sooner, but that was in the past. The important thing was that he and Ella could be together now. The way they were always supposed to be.

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