Chapter 167 My Father's Crazy Obsession:>Ep12

• As you can probably tell, I was quite enamoured with that outfit; the innocent little dress, the playful sexiness of the knee-high socks. Some time later, once our incestuous relationship had begun in earnest, she asked me if I wanted her to dress up for me. I confess, I did, and I took advantage of her largesse on numerous occasions. It was mostly the usual things you might expect, black stockings, sexy lingerie, even her old school uniform on a couple of occasions. But the first time she asked, I told her to wear that outfit. The exact same one. And I fucked her while she was wearing it. Or, perhaps more accurately, she fucked me. I was lying on the couch in our living room, and she was on top of me, riding my dick like the little whore that she was. You see, I somewhat misinformed you, the outfit wasn't exactly the same, there was a crucial difference. Underwear. She wasn't wearing any. So, I could trace my fingers along the soft, soft skin of her thighs and then reach under that dress to cup and squeeze her luscious buttocks. All those buttons at the front were undone and I could fondle her breasts. And she would lean forward, her tits squashed flat against my naked chest, and we would kiss. A deep, open mouthed kiss. Not the kiss of a father and his daughter. This was the kiss of lovers. Forbidden, incestuous lovers.
• But back in the diner, as she scanned the menu in front of her, I couldn't possibly have known all that was to come. Instead, we made light but somewhat stilted conversation and then ordered our food. It was while we were waiting for her salad and my chicken sandwich, that we took another major step down the road to where we were heading. Namely, a place called Incest.
• Like I said, things were awkward, difficult. Strained. I couldn't properly communicate with a nineteen year old girl at the best of times, but this was a nineteen year old girl I'd seen having sex on at least a hundred different occasions by now. Every time I looked at her, it felt like I was staring at the sun. She was too bright, too intense, too powerful.