My Little Jewel - Ch.2
2004-01-21
“Hey, dad,” She cried from the bathroom, “Where is the laundry basket?” Looking at the computer screen, I had to blink several times before I looked at the ceiling. Did she seriously just ask me that question? After a few minutes, I realized that she did, in fact, ask possibly one of the dumbest questions ever. Sometimes I think they did this on purpose, both of my kids asking me where things were, even after naming the place the article usually was. “Could it be in the laundry… room?” I called back, staring at the ceiling. I heard a thud through the ceiling, which I knew to be her stamping her foot angrily at me. “That’s where I’d look,” I answered once again, knowing I was probably irritating her to no end now. At least things had gotten more normal. I almost forgot just what I had done yesterday, and the thoughts of suicide were gone once again. It only lasted for the remainder of that day, apparently, and I was glad. After thinking about it for a while, I discovered that dying wasn’t something I was interested in. “Dad!” she shouted at me, and I stood up from the keyboard. The laundry room was in the basement, and luckily for her, I didn’t hear whatever she had called me when I went down the stairs, though I’m pretty sure that it wasn’t complimentary. I got the basket, and climbed the stairs once more, only to see Julie standing at the doorway half way in her robe. It might as well have been completely off; it showed everything it was meant to cover. “I was going to get it,” she smirked, putting her hands on her hips. “But thank you anyway.
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” She descended the stairs and hugged me, pressing my face between her breasts. It took all my willpower, and even a little I didn’t know I still had, not to take her right there. “Julie,” I said, and pushed her back at arms length, taking a step down on the stairs to avoid knocking her down. I closed her robe, and bound the sash at her waist, before looking up to her as sternly as possible. “This has to stop. I know that I gave you the idea that it could continue yesterday, but you must know that it can’t. I’m sorry I led you on, but it won’t work. It’s illegal for one thing, and just plain creepy. ” Saying that at last gave me the shivers, but I held them back to keep from making her cry. Instead of crying, she simply leaned down, completely negating the purpose of me tying her sash, and kissed me on the lips, the kiss of a lover once more. I had just made an ass of myself, both by telling her we couldn’t do this, and then by not fighting the kiss and giving her free reign to do what she wanted to me. She saw it as an invitation, and I had a hard time making it seem anything else, so I just gave it up. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and was about to pull her to me, when I realized something. I could hear the sounds of Nintendo up stairs. Jimmy was here, and, though he was probably engrossed in the sounds of one of the hundreds of games we had amassed, he would hear Julie moaning.Greece Escort Greece Escort News, Hellas Escorts ,Escort Services Greek Define ,Thessaloniki Tours ,Brothel Athens Greece
She had been rather loud yesterday, and I would be an idiot to think he wouldn’t hear. Thanking Jimmy for saving my life, I pushed her back again, “Jimmy’s home. We can’t do this with him here. I’ve screwed up your life all ready, would you really want us to screw Jim’s up to?”She pouted, then turned and went back to her room. I sighed in relief, and immediately collapsed onto the stairs, groaning. Life had returned to my cock, and I fought the urge to stroke it. I knew that would be inviting trouble. I had conveniently forgotten that trouble seemed to have taken residence in my life since yesterday. The day passed, and luckily, I managed to keep from fucking my daughter. The temptation, however, was constantly there. “Dad, can Kristin stay the night tonight?” I heard as a b cup crashed into the back of my head, and Julie’s arms wrapped around my neck, cutting off the air supply to the rest of my body. I coughed, and then turned around in the chair, giving Julie the opportunity to sit on my lap and put on her best, “I want money,” face. I looked her in the eyes just to catch the full force of a “Please?” My defenses were completely obliterated again, and I didn’t cave, simply because there was nothing there to fall in on itself. “Of course she can,” I said, relieved. With Kristin in the house, I wouldn’t be tempted to do anything with Julie.Adoos, Escort Bayan,Escort ilanlari,Escort Siteleri
I would be as safe as possible. I didn’t know, however, that there was a larger plot at work here. It was scary, almost, when I finally found out the details. (The following conversation is secondhand, as I’m very big on privacy, and would never listen in to one of my daughter’s conversations, though I’m beginning to think that maybe I should to keep me out of trouble. )Julie’s smile was as broad as could be as she stood from my lap and ran up the stairs. She entered her room, and threw herself on the bed, grabbing her phone at the same time. She dialed the number, and Kristin answered. “He said yes!” She squealed into the phone. It would have deafened any normal person, but teenage girls seem to get used to it. “He did? I thought he’d be busy with you, instead of wanting someone else to come over,” Kristin laughed into the phone. “How did you get him to agree to it? Blow job?” She laughed into the phone, laughing which was infectious as Julie immediately started to laugh too. “No, he’s so scared of me right now he’d agree to anything. ” Julie admitted, and then rolled over onto her bed. “I think he’s regretting what he did, this isn’t turning out how you said it would. ”“Listen, Julie,” Kristin admonished, “I have read enough stories to know that after the dad fucks his daughter, he’s okay with it forever.Escort malaysia
” She acted as if this was the ultimate truth. “And of course, all those stories are the god honest truth. ” Julie shot back at her. “Don’t you think that maybe, just maybe, they take some poetic license when writing them?”“Oh, go fuck yourself…” then she thought about it, and change it to, “Or your dad. ” This sent her into gales of laughter. “Shut up and get your ass over here,” Julie said, and then they said their goodbyes and hung up the phone. Now, during all this, I was sitting in my room, my head in my hands, tying to replenish the willpower I had lost while trying to fight off my daughter’s blatant advances in the laundry room. It would take a while, and I refrained from having a stiff drink, even though I knew I wanted one badly. But then again, we didn’t keep alcohol in the house, and I never went out to bars. I just thought it was quite bad enough that drinking could make me violent and unhappy. If it’s something I didn’t want to experience myself, why would I subject my kids to it? Unfortunately, that sort of logic didn’t help at all with Julie. The whole time I was thinking about having sex with her, I realized that sex was something I enjoyed, and part of me wanted to share that with Julie. But then that other part, the sane, rational part, I named it, told me that, as good as it felt, it was still illegal. Two realizations surfaced; the first being that the rational part was right. The second realization was that I would be much happier if I simply let that rationale go.Greece Escorts; Athens Greece Female Escorts; Lamia Greece Female Adult Entertainers; Thessaloniki Greece Female Escort; Heraklion Greece Women Escorts
Not just the rationale that incest was wrong, but the entire thing. Going mad would have made things so much easier. But sadly enough, sane I stayed, and my being unhappy was the end result. I watched the backs of my eyelids for what seemed like twenty minutes. I felt a hand on my shoulder, a small hand, belonging to an eight year old boy. I opened my eyes, and found that twenty minutes was something like two hours. Jimmy immediately jumped from the bed, where he was sitting, and with a giggle, he mounted my chest and sat down hard. “When’s dinner?” he asked, putting his forehead to mine. I silently thanked whatever higher power was listening that Jim was here. With him in the room, I had no capacity for sexual thought. Luckily for me, I had found out in college through events that I’m still not quite clear on, that I was completely straight, and though I didn’t know it yet, Jimmy was too. Though were events which happened in the future that led me to find this out. “What time is dinner time, Jim?” I asked. He liked to irritate me with questions that he knew the answer to. I had done it to my parents, it was only fair.Escort, Bayan Escort, Escort Bayanlar, Escort Kızlar, Escort Bayan
“Six thirty,” he said, and opened his green eyes wide as he touched his nose to mine. I kissed him, and then grabbed him by the waist and threw him higher on the bed. “And what time is it now?” I looked at the clock. “Oh shit, it’s six forty five. ” I said without thinking. Profanity always sent Jim rocketing into laughter. I grabbed him around the waist with my arm, and lifted him, feigning a hernia when I lifted him. “What have I been feeding you, lead?” I asked, and lugged him into the kitchen, where Julie and Kristin were sitting around the table, giggling in low tones as soon as I came into the room. “Hello…” I muttered as Jimmy wormed his way out of my arm lock. I watched them carefully, and they watched me just as intently. I looked at Kristin and frowned thoughtfully. It was either my imagination, or the smirk on her face was a little too mischievous. Now, a teenage girl with a mischievous smirk is not normally something that would attract the kind of nervous attention I was giving her. I wanted to know both what she was up to, and if she knew what I had been up to. These thoughts would kill me the rest of the night.thessaloniki city tours escorts
“What’s up, daddy?” Julie asked as innocently as she could. I knew that tone of voice. She was up to something. Or maybe she wanted me to think she was up to something. The detective in my mind started working overtime. After a few minutes of working things out, looking at the two girls suspiciously, I gave him the day off, and went to the phone to start making dinner. Pizza ordered, then it arrived, and the night went much like a normal family night. Kristin was over here enough that she was considered family. I even tried to give her away at stores like I did with my biological kids. We’d rented some movies, some for me and the girls, and another for Jimmie, and when he started to nod off, we put the movies away, and I set everyone up for bed. “Now,” I ordered, and they all went off which was lucky for me for me. I didn’t know how many more chick flicks I could sit through. They had the girls almost crying from the romance and sadness. I was getting a bit sick to the stomach from all the sappy, overdone acting. Call me insensitive, but I couldn’t take much more of it.lady angie escort
Later that night, I was watching the tube, Letterman or something, I don’t remember, when I heard someone creeping downstairs. Parental instinct made sure I felt every step the intruder took, and I rightly identified the offender because my kids knew to be quieter on the third stair. It was the one that creaked. “Yes, Kristin?” I asked, and turned around, seeing her dressed in something I wouldn’t let my daughter wear in the house. She only wore a short pair of powder blue boxers, and a light pink tank top that covered only what it was supposed to, and left little to the imagination. I felt myself stiffen, both back and cock, when she approached the couch. “Hey, Mr. McDowell,” she said. I’d told her so many times to call me Greg, but with the way kids listen it was almost asking for too much. Her parents were Nazis or something, and made her act all prim and proper. I couldn’t handle all that, it gave me the creeps.Bayan escort, escort bayan, bayan escortlar, escort bayanlar, eskort bayanlar, türk escort bayan
” I waved my pointing finger toward where I had spoken of. I continued to eye her as she failed to get up and get a drink, and really failed to do anything but look at me in the eyes. The change was so gradual that I didn’t even notice it at first. She was moving ever so much closer to me, and when I finally noticed, she was barely an inch from my face. Maybe I was willing myself not to notice, but it wasn’t until the mutual leaning began. I was completely taken off guard when we both leaned toward the arm of the couch, she toward me, and I away. “Wait a minute, here. What’s going on?”“Well, Julie told me about your little games the other day,” she grinned, and kissed my cheek. I was shocked into silence and immobility. “And I just wanted in on it. ” She didn’t let her grin fade, but it changed when she saw my face tighten, and red creep into my cheeks and forehead. “She did what?” I asked through clenched teeth, and then I gripped Kristin’s legs firmly, but not hard, and placed them on the floor. I was using all the self control I had not to fly into a horribly destructive rage. I walked slowly, calmly up the stairs, all the while I was tearing up the house in my mind. I envisioned everything coming down to my bare hands, the walls falling as I pummeled them with my bare fists, and the whole mess of things crumbling to my overpowering will.έρωτας στην αθήνα
But instead, I opened the door to Julie’s room. She was confused when I entered. None of my children had ever seen me anywhere close to angry. Right now, I was insane with rage, but I kept a hold of myself. Kristin snuck in the room behind me, and closed the door. Luckily, she and Jimmie were at opposite ends of the house, and the walls were thick. “Daddy?” she asked, and I took a breath to calm myself. It didn’t work. “Jewels, baby,” I said in my calmest daddy voice, looking at her, but the rage was there. I was quiet up until I said, “What the fuck were you thinking telling someone about what we did? I told you it couldn’t continue, and you go and invite someone else to join in?” I ranted for a while, telling her how dangerous it was to do that. I never once implied it was stupid, I knew better than that, but I told her everything but, I told her how I could go to jail if anyone found out. By the end she was in tears, and the sight of her got the waterworks going for me too. I sighed and composed myself. My face was calm, but a single tear worked itself free, followed by friends. My face screwed up in sadness, and I wrapped Julie up in the biggest hug she’d ever gotten, which coming from quite an affectionate family, was saying something.“I’m so sorry, daddy,” she cried into my chest, and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. “I’m not going to tell anyone else, or ever do it again. ” The words were what I wanted to hear. But not like this. I wanted her to understand how it would screw her life up; I didn’t want her to think I didn’t want to do this with her. I did want to, but I couldn’t tell her that. But then again, if I didn’t tell her that, she would grow up scarred by the experience. “Baby, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you, I was just…” I couldn’t say afraid. I was scared out of my mind and enraged, and a myriad of other emotions, but I couldn’t tell her that. Fear had motivated the outburst; anger had seen it through to completion, but telling her that would earn me a ticket to being the worst dad ever. “I wasn’t thinking, Jewels. ” I kissed her head, “It’s not that I don’t want to… it’s that we can’t. ” That made sense. I knew I was deluding myself, but I tried to make it work. “I love you, and I don’t want you to promise me not to try this again, just because I got angry.
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I want you to realize it would mess your life up really badly if we were to do this. ”Kristin had climbed on the bed, and I pulled her into the hug as well, holding the only two women to be consistent in my life. “What if…” Kristin started to say, then fell silent out of fear. “What is it, hon?” I asked, and then looked into her blue eyes. Something was there, some sort of emotion, like we had formed a connection, the three of us. Things managed to go from bad to worse (or, depending on how this is viewed, from good to better, as I now realize. )“If it didn’t screw her life up… it would be okay, wouldn’t it?” I looked at her in horror as she made this revelation. I would have the toughest time rationalizing how it would be bad. I couldn’t tell her it was bad for me, which would be selfish. It started to sound like I was trying to rationalize the fucking of my daughter, and now her best friend. I couldn’t be doing this. Religion was my one last resort, and that failed me. Being an agnostic was starting to suck. “I guess,” I said in resignation. Was I really quitting after the fight was almost won? It couldn’t be that bad, I mean, I loved my daughter, and I loved Kristin.Greece Escort Greece Escort News, Hellas Escorts ,Escort Services Greek Define ,Thessaloniki Tours ,Brothel Athens Greece
Was I doing any damage? And Kristin wasn’t even really mine, so I wasn’t going to do any real damage. Hell, in five years she’d be legal. What was half a decade when compared to, say, twelve years of having sex with my hand? It wasn’t that much of a difference. I was only Twenty three years older than them. Both perked up immediately, and threw me back onto Julie’s bed. I was about to protest when the shirts came off, and I was stunned into silence. Julie’s breasts were, in my estimation, perfect. Kristin’s breasts were equally stunning, though they looked a little difference. Her nipples were darker, and her breasts a little larger, but no less perfect than my daughter’s perky pink nipples. Two pairs of the perfect breasts coming toward a man is usually enough to quiet them. In this case, it was quite enough. “Get his shirt off,” one of them said, and I had trouble working out which one was manipulating my shirt, and which one was feeling through my jeans to find out if I was hard or not. Needless to say, I very quickly was, and it was discovered. My zipper was taken down, and I was pulled free of my pants. They were soon unbuttoned, and removed along with my shirt.Adoos, Escort Bayan,Escort ilanlari,Escort Siteleri
It was amazing how fast they managed to get me out of my clothes. When I looked next, they, too, were out of their clothes, what little they had on to begin with. “Wha. . ?” I asked, but was pushed back again, and my face was mounted by who I now identified as Kristin, for her complete lack of pubic hair. Looking up between her legs, I found I was correct in my assumption. A bald pussy is one of the greatest sights a man could ever set his eyes on. A straight man, anyway. “Okay, fun time,” said Kristin, and slowly lowered her pussy to my mouth, even as I felt something warm, wet, and with a tongue, descend over my cock. I didn’t know she was any good at it, and, though I could tell it was her first cock, I knew she was a natural. I moaned into the pussy in my mouth, and started licking quickly, taking her clit between my lips. I knew what I was doing; the transformation into the pleasure giving man didn’t take place, simply because he wasn’t needed. I knew what to do. My tongue danced as the one on my cock did, mimicking what I had done to Julie’s pussy the first time we’d been in a situation like this. Kristin was wriggling about on my face, causing her pussy to slide all over my mouth and chin, soaking me with her leaking juices.Escort malaysia
I lapped them up like they were divine ambrosia, and indeed it seemed like it to me. My tongue darted this way and that, trying to get as much of her fluid into my mouth as I could. I felt Julie’s mouth leave my cock, and Kristin lean forward to brace on the wall, but didn’t make the connection before I felt a tongue joining mine. "Holy shit," was my initial reaction, and then the both of us redoubled our efforts, and had Kristin whimpering like a puppy in no time. When she exploded, I almost got my tongue ripped off while Julie fought me for the juices flowing from her friend’s cunt. “Julie,” Kristin groaned, and fell against me, planting her breasts right on my face. She reached behind her to slap Julie away, but instead managed only to put her hand on Julie’s face and keep her there. Julie’s tongue kept lapping at Kristin’s juices, and Kristin kept looking as if she wanted Julie to stop, while moaning and pulling Julie’s face into her cunt. I felt her body tighten again, and she let out a short scream, before falling limp, panting on my chest. “Why the hell did you do that?” she asked through half lidded eyes, and turned over, falling off of me, and onto the bed. “Just wanted to see if you tasted better than me,” Julie giggled, and straddled my stomach, putting her arms around my neck.-
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