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Chapter 3

Sunday, March 27

9:05 AM

The sun streamed into the room, waking Connor, he lifted himself off the bed. Looking down at Miranda still sleeping off the expended energy from the previous night. Like the previous morning he grabbed his shorts and hoodie and went out for a jog. After the jog he jumped in the shower, dried himself, and headed to the kitchen. Connor made 2 cups of coffee putting 1 in a travel mug, for Miranda to grab on her way out, working a mid-shift on Sundays she would be home later than usual. He made a mug off hot chocolate with marsh mellows, his normal apology to Britney when she was younger, not having many arguments since her early teens. He hoped it would be enough.

“Britney, I made you some hot chocolate.” He called up the stairs.

Returning to the kitchen he finished his coffee and began doing the dishes left from the night before. Miranda entered the kitchen grabbing the travel mug and looked towards the mug for Britney.

“Good touch.” She said making her way over to the sink kissing his cheek. “See you tonight.” Her voice rising as she rushed off to the door.

10:50 AM

Connor felt disappointed, Britney had yet to come downstairs. He worried that she wouldn’t give him the chance to say sorry. He was almost finished with buca escort dishes when he heard the clicks of heels on the floor behind him.

“Morning.” he said. Hopeful for a response.

“Morn…ing.” She hesitantly responded. Picking up the mug and taking a drink. “Ugh… cold.” She moved over to the microwave, raising herself onto her toes popping the mug in. Connor couldn’t help but notice the bounce of her breasts as she lowered herself back down, the dress hugging her tightly, blue in the front and back with large black rectangles running down the sides. The hem ending mid-thigh, leading into black nylon hose, which he could see a hint of her skin underneath. The nylon disappearing into another pair of ankle boots with a 3” heel.

Connors eyes tracing their way down her chest, back to her ass lifted nicely by the heels, and hugged by the tight dress. The microwave beeped snapping him back to the dishes in front of him.

“I.. want to say… I’m…not sure how…what to say.” He squirmed as the words came out. Picking up a towel he dried his hands. Britney pulled the mug from the microwave taking a sip and putting it back in, her breasts bouncing again as she lowered herself back down.

“I don’t…want…our relationship, to be ruined, buca escort bayan and don’t..” throwing the towel back on the counter his eyes again focused on her body. “You’re my daughter and I love you… what I did was.” His hand reaching out to her waist, running down her hip, he grabbed her plump left cheek pulling her closer. Heat building in his cheeks. “I mean I wouldn’t… do anything on purpose to ruin.” His fingers digging into her ass cheek.

“Uhh…daddy.” A quick moan escaping as his hand grabbed her again. “You shouldn’t…” Britney fell silent as her father’s hand grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it exposing her nylon covered ass. His hand again grabbing her left cheek, this time lifting it before letting it drop. Her ass bounced; his eyes locked on to her cheek seeing the blue outline of her lace panties through the hose.

“OH.” She yelped as her father’s hand spanked into her cheek. It jiggled, but her father’s hand went right back to grabbing, the force pushing her into the counter. His hand ran deep into the space between her thighs, lifting his fingers, running them across her covered pussy.

The microwave beeped, but the ferocity of his hands work continued undistracted.

“it’s just like… your beautiful… escort buca and I can’t… I don’t know.” He stammered watching her ass jiggling as his hand jostled her around. His hand pressing hard enough into her, she could feel her pussy lips spreading, the fabric rubbing against her clit.

“dad–dy.. we should….stop..uhh.. I…. Think….uhh…uhhh….uhh.” Her thought left her as her father reached over with his left hand, grabbing her left cheek to spread them, giving his fingers more room to rub her pussy. Feeling the moist heat from her. “Ahh” she yelped again as his left spanked into her cheek again.

“Daddy…Daddy…uhhh” His left hand grabbed her waist pulling her into his crotch. His erection rubbing against her, while his right hand worked its way around to her front grabbing her pussy pulling up from her crotch. He worked her into him, leaned back against the counter, his daughter’s ass grinding against his erection. Britney’s hips moving now, not just from the force of her father.

“Uhhh…daaaddy….uhhh… my…uhhhh…. I.” His fingers found a rhythm, splitting her lips and pressing hard against her clit. His left hand rubbing up her side. “daddy…..uhhh…uhh.. we shouldn’t…daddy its…” Her voice trailed off as his hand found her breast, he kneaded the soft globe. Her nipple twinged snapping her out of the moment she shoved her father’s hands away. Rushing out of the kitchen, forgetting to pull her dress back down. Connors eyes locked on and watched her cheeks jiggle, her panties pulled into her ass by the action, left lots of the cheeks exposed.

To be continued…

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