Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. >True Brit by SZENSEI Copyright(C) 2023 by SZENSEI Episode 3: Sugar Daddy As the second night of he and his sister Britney -(TM)s bet was coming to a close, Lancelot Foxx sat in the living room with his dad Keith. They were watching a baseball game together that was less than eventful for the team they rooted for. His dad drunk as a skunk had gradually drifted off in his side of the sofa. Unemployment allowed him to take advantage of his leisure time. His mother Rita showing up after a week away at work had long since gone to bed early to make up for lost time on the road. There was nobody awake to hound him about it being a school night. Feeling devious the evil twin tiptoed from the living room and down the hall to his sister -(TM)s bedroom. He didn -(TM)t even bother knocking and just opened the door. Brit was brushing her hair in front of the mirror on her closet door and listening to music on her cellphone low enough not to disturb. Taylor Swift at the moment! -Try knocking next time. - She frowns capturing his reflection and peering back over her shoulder at him. She knew she should have locked her bedroom door. Hushing her with an index finger to his lips, the subtle motion made Brit uneasy. As he silently closed her door behind him, he invaded directly up into her space. Face to face he whispered, - Mom -(TM)s asleep in her bedroom. Dad is passed out on the couch. - -So? - She grimaced. He eyed her body noting the clothing. She wore low on the hip pajama pants with the Minion -(TM)s on them from the movie Despicable Me, and a canary yellow cropped t-shirt that alluded to her breasts. Too bad she had a lacy yellow bra hiding her pleasant freedom. -Ready to obey me? - He wiggled his eyebrows. -Now? I -(TM)m getting ready for bed. Can -(TM)t you wait until mom and dad aren -(TM)t home? We seriously can -(TM)t get caught. If we did then your bet is pretty much worthless. - -There are copies of that masturbation video hiding I can still use even if dad did find the one on his laptop. You know he won -(TM)t accuse me; he -(TM)ll think you -(TM)re sending it to boys. - Even if it was obvious that she wasn -(TM)t the one who recorded it. Lance -(TM)s plan wasn -(TM)t full proof, but Brit hadn -(TM)t thought of the whole angle thing. His advantage for now. -You suck Lance. - -Not as good as you do. Wait! That didn -(TM)t sound right. - She began giggling at his word malfunction. After a second to share their amusement Lance pulled out the elastic waistband of her pajama pants. She was wearing a matching yellow G-string with her pubes neatly spiking up and over the material. They like the bra were partially see through. -Peeping Tom! - She frowned but didn -(TM)t bitch. -Okay! Here -(TM)s where you prove to me that you won -(TM)t be disobedient. - -Meaning what exactly? - His evil smirk made her expression go droll as he unexpectedly yanked her pajama bottoms to her ankles and looked up at her with a dark glint in his eyes. -Step out of these, Miss Minion. - With an exhausted sigh, joined by a growl Britney let him remove them from her feet and hurl them into her closet. While he was down there her despicable, he held her upper thighs and placed his face directly over her canary in a hole mine, HIS! and inhaled her sweet scent. Freshly bathed and smelling of peaches and cream he rolled his eyes back. -Fuck you smell good. Making me want peach gobbler. - A flick of his tongue as if a lizard he stood up and went straight for that crop top. -Hands up Pardner! - Brush in the air he lifted her T-top up and off, her hair back to being a mess. -You -(TM)re getting awful bossy, Buddy. - -I own you if I remember correctly. I dare you to give me grief. - He turned his head with a clearing throat, -OHHHH, DAAAAD! - -Seriously? Fine! Are we taking this to my bed or yours? - -Nope! I want you to walk out into the living room and accidently turn the tv up loud. Tell dad you were just shutting it off and hit the wrong button. - -Are you insane? Why don -(TM)t we just share that video with him now. If he sees me strutting around in my skimpy bra and panties, he will paddle my ass. - -So, you -(TM)re disobeying me already? - -Oh, my God, Lance! Do you want to get me grounded? If I do there goes your new friends controlling me for 48 hours. - Which was a sneaky good idea now that she spoke it aloud. Scratch that, her hormones were actually intrigued by the shared prospect. His friends Evan and Styles were growing on her. Not the cutest guys in the world but kind of fun. -Just means I get you that much more, that much longer. - He chuckled, -Now go wake dad up and if he doesn -(TM)t get mad sit and talk to him. Tell him you need advice about boys. He -(TM)s drunk on Southern Comfort, so he probably won -(TM)t even remember this in the morning. I saw mom taking sleep aids so she -(TM)s comatose. - Her jaw dropped, Lance had it all figured out. Playing spooked she was actually liking the idea more and more. Her dad was a beast at 6 -(TM)4, 280, dark tan from working construction until laid off three weeks ago. The housing market in this area of Florida was not booming like it was. He was a burly Channing Tatum with a well-groomed goatee and brown hair a little longer than it should be, normally in a short tail. Sexy man for sure! -Yeah, that will go over well. Are you trying to get me to turn daddy on? - -Not trying! I want to see dad -(TM)s reaction to so much skin. You know you -(TM)re his favorite. He -(TM)s always hugging you. - A little too often now that it had occurred to her. He did love his kids and she was really the only one receptive of any real affection. Lance always tried to be too badass to show emotion. Keith was a darn good dad taking care of them while their mom was galivanting all over Florida now that Vermont was a thing of the past. -With my clothes on. Not in my undies. Lance please! Besides, it -(TM)s not like daddy hasn -(TM)t seen me in a bikini, these are no ... different. - She looked at her reflection, -Well, they are see-through and smaller than my normal bikinis. - Mirrors don -(TM)t lie! -Uggggh! Fine! - Gripping Britney by the shoulders Lance spun her around to march her toward the door, humping her ass cheeks as if fucking her along the way. At the threshold she tried to halt her exit and stomped her foot on his. -This could go bad. Why would you do this? - Play the game girl! Let him think he was pimping her out. In all reality Brit was wet where it counted. A daddy crush long ago but never acted upon was quickly resurfacing. She was an adult now so why not test the waters. -Trust me. - -Yeah, as if that -(TM)s ever been wise. - Fact! He opened the doorknob and shoved her 125-pound form out into the hallway, 38D -(TM)s bouncing under the rush. Squealing for effect she felt a chill creep over her, proud nipples responding with mounting vibrance, stabbing that yellow lace outward for a nice set of canary perches. Hugging the hallway wall cautiously as if terrified, so not, she looked back to Lance at her door. He followed her quietly then paused to listen for his mother -(TM)s snoring through the master bedroom for safety. Reaching the living room Britney Lynn took a deep breath before telling herself to just do it and get it over with. Shuffling without care in her Oscar winning performance she found the remote lying on her father -(TM)s chest, held there by his arm. Plucking it gently from his grasp she aimed the remote and blared the volume on a high 53. She shrieked quietly and immediately turned it down. Her back turned to her dad so that her butt was near his field of vision she even dropped the remote on the carpet and bent forward to pick it up. Britney -(TM)s yellow G-string buried deep inside her cheeks it was bare ass all the way, her thin narrow patch tightening up inside her labium. Her butt pucker preview was even easier to see. Hesitantly, without standing erect she looked back to witness her father staring at her groggily. -What -(TM)s going on here Princess? - Keith Foxx shook his head to focus his vision in order to see her better. Southern Discomfort! Without pondering much on the gorgeous tight bottom inches from him his sweatpants rose high. A huge cock there was no mistaking its appearance on the scene. -Sorry, daddy! I saw you asleep. I was just going to shut the tv off and go to bed. I know how you hate when we waste electricity now that you -(TM)re not working. - -Thoughtful! - He nodded rubbing his chin staring at that butt pucker until she stood up straight and faced him. Now his eyes were drawn to that pubic hair tufting up and over her beak. PEAK! -So, what -(TM)s with you parading around like, Big Bird? - All she needed was a yellow feather boa to finish her Moulin Rouge act. -Big Bird? - -Yeah, all this yellow. - He waved a hand swirling it toward her as if a fashion designer. -I grabbed a drink from the kitchen and noticed you. I really thought I could get back to my room without waking you. - -It -(TM)s all good, Sweetheart. - He sat up and stretched trying hard not to look at her perfect body. Least of all her long silky legs and perky big tits. He was failing miserably but wouldn -(TM)t admit to it. -Do you need anything before I go to bed? - She offered while nibbling her lower lip as she feigned a blush. -Yeah sure! Grab me bottle of Bud. Get one for yourself. - At least he laid off the whiskey. -On a school night? - She squinted over the option. -Oh, yeah! Right! - A shrug later he finished his thought, -One won -(TM)t hurt you. I have to work in the morning too. I took on a mowing job for gas money. Seeing as how your brother is too lazy to do it. - -That -(TM)s the first time you have ever offered me a beer. Even in Vermont at the winery you never let me taste any. My being underage to drink. - -Time to break a few rules. You -(TM)re at home and not driving or around any objecting people. Enjoy! - She pondered her father -(TM)s decision then grew giddy, hopping up and down on her toes, tits jiggling without restraint. Wiggling away knowing Keith was watching Brit went into the kitchen, returning with two bottles of beer. Handing him one she watched him open his bottle with a twist of his fingers. He then tilted the beer back while admiring her with narrowed eyes. That alone made her cunt squishy. Struggling to open her own beer Brit opted to lift it toward him with a helpless pout. -Help me, Daddy. - -Sure thing! - He claimed the cold brew after tucking his own bottle between his legs until his mission was over. Keith then handed it back to her watching her take her first swig but checking out his glass erection. He quickly realized that she was comparing the length and girth of the bottle with the side-by-side angle of his swollen erection. His dick was far longer than that tucked in bottle. Smirking over her examination Keith removed his sweating bottle from its huggy and joined her in her first drink. She grimaced at its taste. -This is awful. - She admitted with a grossed-out expression. Chuckling Keith swatted the couch cushion beside him. -Come over here and sit by your dear old dad. - She fidgeted a bit to not appear so easy then did as he requested. She had goosebumps traveling her entire body as she sat down. Her eyes flared wide thinking to herself, - Oh, boy. I -(TM)ve succeeded in turning daddy on. That was easy. - -So, how is school going? You never talk to me much these days. - -I -(TM)m passing my classes. So, good I guess. - Nodding as he took another sip, noting her sudden shyness. Born actress! -Something wrong, Princess? - She lowered her gaze with compressed lips to appear as if deciding how best to discuss boys with him. He had no clue she had ever even had sex. -Daddy? - Time to share her eyes. Sparkle away, Princess Brit! -I need your advice. - Keith again nodded, sensing her confusion. Hesitantly, he reached out and rubbed her back with a tender respect. -Ask away! I -(TM)ll do what I can. - His touch made her tremble, her flesh begging for further caress. In an unpredicted continuance he spread his hand -(TM)s nomadic tour from her shoulders to lower spine. It felt really nice. Yet awkward! -There -(TM)s this boy I really like at school. A senior like me. Eighteen like me. - -He as good looking as your old man? - He joked. She laughed with a bashful glance his way. -Nobody is as handsome as my daddy. - -Good answer! Go on. What -(TM)s the problem? - -Well! He asked me out this weekend. He -(TM)s been asking me for a while now, but I keep telling him no. I do want to go out, but I -(TM)ve been making sure his intentions are good. - -A parents dream. Good girl! So, how is this a problem? - She sat her bottle like he did, between her thighs directly up against her canary covered clit. The chill caught her off guard and she squealed. -No pants! I -(TM)m so stupid. - She giggled with a creased brow. -Happens to the best of us. Go on, I -(TM)m listening. - -Anyway! Even though he -(TM)s been patient I think he wants to get to first base. Possibly second. - His hand squeezed her neckline beneath her long brown hair. She loved his grip. -Wow! I didn -(TM)t realize my neck hurt until you squeezed it. - -Did I hurt you? - -No. It felt really nice. - She shifted sideways in her seat for a better massaging angle, -You can do that a few hundred more times. - -Tight muscles? - He probed her back gently, -Yep! There -(TM)s a couple knots. - Brit tensed up at his fingertips kneading gently at her trouble centers. -So, this boy is running the bases without going to bat? - Keith chuckled. -I feel ready to experience small doses as long as he doesn -(TM)t go too far. - She winced at his strength then leaned her chin on her shoulder to glance back at Keith, -This feels weird talking to you about boys. - -Better from me than hearing your mom. She would tell you to tighten that chastity belt. - Laughable and he knew it. For a very long time now Keith and Rita had hidden certain things from their kids. Namely their troubled marriage and Rita -(TM)s career moves. -I know. I -(TM)m glad I came to you first, daddy. - -Me too. I trust you to make the right decisions. - -So, what should I do if he goes for second base? - -You even know what second base is? - Her father laughed. -I know he will kiss me. I want him to. He might get handy. I -(TM)m not sure how I will react to that. How far is too far without going all the way? - He exhaled loudly as his hand paused upon her opposite shoulder. The topic was suddenly close to home. -Why did you stop? I like your massage. I need one. Or should I let Jake from State Farm give me one? I -(TM)m kidding, his name is Jake though. - She offered a dumbfounded expression. -Let -(TM)s hope this Jake doesn -(TM)t see you dressed like this when he tries to give you any massages. - Keith suggested as he gripped her biceps and carefully lured her from the cushion up into his lap. She bulged her eyes beyond his vision at feeling his monster erection right up under her bare bottom. The G-string was no help in padding the wrestling ten-inch plus. No wonder her mother fell in love with him. -You asked for it, Princess! I -(TM)ll make you sleep like a baby. - He widened his legs to allow her space on the cushion he was seated on, knowing his beast was daunting. She was disappointed in the relocation but kept her act less hopeful. Once settled in he used both hands to give her a back rub. -Oh, my God! That feels incredible. I remember when you used to give me backrubs as a kid. You always left welts. Please don -(TM)t leave welts. - She giggled then thought, -Unless they -(TM)re on my ass. Spank me daddy! - A girl could dream! -I -(TM)ll try not to be so rough. - Please do! His eyes trailed her back directly down to her butt crack now that she couldn -(TM)t spy on his interest. His little girl wasn -(TM)t so little these days. With each squeeze she leaned further back into him. His thumbs prodded along up her spine until he reached her neck. To offer assist Britney pulled her long mane of dark brown hair around her shoulder and over her chest. This gave him easier access to her shoulders and neckline. -Your old man doing a good job? - -Heavenly! - She tilted her head forward, chin in her cleavage. Gliding his fingers back down over her bra clasp he rose back up until beneath her bra before pausing there. -So, do you want Jake to do this? - She shivered at his fingers loitering under her bra connectors. -If he is half as good as you. Maybe! - -You do realize that second base usually means the guy gets your bra off, right? - Her eyes bulged wide while tensing up to make it look as if she were shocked. Hiding a reason to smile knowing Lance was watching she continued her own long game. -Really? I always thought second base just meant fondling through clothing. - She nibbles her lip trying not to laugh at her portrayed naivety. -Nope! Second base normally means getting the girl -(TM)s clothes off. Then the fondling begins. - -Daddy? You stopped rubbing. - He decided it best to knead her spine all the way down to her lower back. She bent forward to give him room to work. In doing so she realized then that she had given her father room to let his erection lean into her. Stunned by the feel of cotton held down over her butt crevice she remained in that position afraid to let him know she discovered him. He knew! The lap had no secrets even after he relocated her. His thumbs continued pressing deep into her lower back. He eyed her butt crack coming into view as she bent forward even further, her left hand touching the carpet. Her right hand holding her beer bottle she decided to sit it on the coffee table to avoid spilling it. In her lurched over pose her ass lifted up from the cushion to offer a better look. Moaning at his thumbs digging gently into the upper tributary of her crack she was seriously shaking. Lower daddy, lower! -How am I doing, Princess? - Fucking amazing! -You found a tender spot. - She reconsidered looking too needy, fearing he might catch onto her ruse. It was better to play the dumb bitch card. -If you feel uncomfortable you can stop. I know this has to be awkward for you. - She suggested praying he would keep on the move. This mission for Lance was getting better by the second. Let her brother think she was spooked. Not even close! -I -(TM)m fine. As long as you are. - He gnashed his teeth hoping that she would stay. As wrong as it was, he was enjoying her company. -A little while longer then. - She agreed after spotting Lance in the shadows of the hallway. He waved at her to continue. Only Lance saw her roll her eyes and show her teeth like a rabid dog. The act was for both Foxx males. -Good! Always glad to help. - Keith nodded as he gently slid his palms up her ribcage and to her bra -(TM)s shoulder strap. -Daddy? Would you be upset if I let Jake get to second base? - He paused with fingers under her strap begging to draw it from her shoulder. -That -(TM)s not my decision to make. You -(TM)re responsible. Just don -(TM)t make me a grandpa yet. - He had a good chuckle. -I hope his hands are as gentle as yours are. - -Me too. I -(TM)d hate to have to castrate him for abusing you. - She giggled at his protective nature, noting his fingers cautiously prying at her straps as if struggling to massage that area. With a glare toward Lance, she spotted him motion for her to unhook her bra. She expressed a look of terror for his benefit. She wanted Lance to think that this was suicide. Then again, just because her dad had a hard on didn -(TM)t mean she wouldn -(TM)t get into trouble for going too far with him. She respected her father even if her desires were mounting. -I need to see how far this can go. I -(TM)m pretty sure dad wants this as much as I do, or he -(TM)d have stopped five minutes ago. - Finally, she caved in as Lance showed her his cellphone. He had been recording their every move. She hated her brother more and more. The thing Lance hadn -(TM)t caught onto was that in doing this with her father successfully the video Lance had on his laptop was moot. It was honestly hilarious that his blackmail scheme was coming on so thick. Show her off! Brit really didn -(TM)t give a shit. Little Miss Innocent was only a facade. -If my bra straps are in the way I can unclasp it and take it off. As long as you don -(TM)t think bad of me. I know it must be weird. - He stammered a bit at her offer, his conscience telling himself no. But his lust was getting the best of him. After all, Rita barely gave him any attention these days. Hissing over his dilemma he couldn -(TM)t resist. -Your decision Princess. It -(TM)s not like I haven -(TM)t seen more of you than anybody outside of your mom and the doctor. - -If it helps you hit those knots better. - YESSSS! -I guess, I -(TM)m okay with it. - She needed a drink. Bud back in her possession she guzzled half as if showing him her stress but wanting to loosen up. Instead of sitting it back on the coffee table Brit held her beer bottle over her shoulder for him to hold. -Drink the rest! Bleeech! - The assist allowed her to reach both hands behind her and unclasp her bra. She then pulled the flaps to her sides, stopping there to appear as if indecisive. -On second thought, give that back I need the liquid courage. - Reaching for her beer she decided to take another swig. -You -(TM)re lucky, I was ready to polish that off. Taste any better? - He asked while puckering for a silent whistle as his hands roamed her soft bare back, his grip deciding to become more intense. She couldn -(TM)t help but express moans of relaxation. -I -(TM)ll finish it before you -(TM)re done. I won -(TM)t waste a drop. - His imagination went wild hearing that comment. Even she felt his erection flutter against her ass, tightening up. -I -(TM)m going to at least drag these shoulder straps down over your arms. I -(TM)ll have a better grip with them out of the way. - Brit shivered as his fingers guide them down over her biceps with almost a seduction tenderness. Her forearm held the cups in place but knew she intended to lose that bra soon. She reacted as if afraid to look over at the hiding Lance out of fear he might encourage her further. She even mumbled, -I dare you! - He was testing her as it was. The torment of his blackmail scheme smug in his expression made her want to laugh. However, she knew if she did that her father would feel that this was a game. He might even regress and feel as if it was his fault for going so far. The man was drunk! Keith -(TM)s hands graced her bare shoulders and did his best to keep it clean by moving lower. Just seeing her this close to topless made him regret his perversions. Not enough to stop. Not yet. As Brit dared to glance at Lance her worst faux fear was realized. Her damned brother expected her to remove her bra completely. She made it look as if she had turned pale and closed her eyes in defeat. -Daddy? - Her planned vacancy in motion she sweetly asked a favor. -Can you squeeze my shoulders and neck more? You can leave welts, I -(TM)m over it. - -Absolutely! Lay back against me better. - He could literally bust a nut as she wiggled her ass onto the cushion seeking a closer proximity as she laid back against his shirtless belly. His thicket of chest hair tickled her back as he gripped both of her shoulders like a vice. The strength made her arch further back allowing his massive hands to move gently forward. His grip on her shoulders expanded to her clavicle. Brit propped her beer bottle between her breasts without thinking. She tensed up with his grip causing her to crush her 38D -(TM)s around the bottle -(TM)s circumference. Of course, with her bra cups being in the way it was less dramatic. -I love you daddy. - -Daddy loves his Princess. - Eying Lance who was being an ass in motioning her to discard her bra, Brit slyly expressed her middle fingers to tell him to fuck off. He merely pointed at her with a threatening glare. -Daddy? If you were Jake, would you find me pretty? - -If he -(TM)s that blind he won -(TM)t find first base unless you get him a seeing eye dog. - She giggled and patted his knuckles while maintaining both her beer bottle, her pulled forward hair, and her slipping bra. Her titties were collapsing beneath the wire, spiked nipples all that was holding up the lace. -This is the best massage ever. Thank you, Daddy. - -Had enough? - -Never! More! More! But if your fingers are tired, I -(TM)ll understand. - Jekyll and Hide! On purpose! He cupped his hands around her throat and squeezed while shaking her for amusement. As he jolted her, she threw her arms to her side and acted as if she was flailing. Laughing together she maintained her ruse allowing her bra to slip further down her chest. Waistband! -I -(TM)m good. Better catch that bra before you lose it. - He was lifting his gaze to look up over her shoulders at her real estate. His dick was unbelievably purple behind his sweats. She put a stop to her arm movement and left the bra dangling low over her tummy. Low enough to give him an awesome cleave shot even as he hands palmed her tits. -As long as I don -(TM)t move forward any further it won -(TM)t fall on the floor. I -(TM)m holding my boobies, so you don -(TM)t freak out. Unless it makes you uncomfortable, I can put it back on. - -Naw! Only if your mom or brother decide to wake up. It does look pretty compromising, but we know better, right? - -Yes. We do. - -Tell me more about Jake. Get as personal as you want. - Keith encouraged. His fingers probing dangerously deep toward her cleavage made Brit tremble. His thumbs were nearly at the top of her shoulders. She ventured as far back into his chest as she could get enabling her to look up over her bow at him. Time to lay it on thick. As thick as his erection along her spine. -I can tell you anything? - -Always. - She looked down at his fingers creeping into the upper definition of her bulging breasts. Finally, she said to hell with it and removes her bra entirely, tossing it on the couch cushion to her right. This move made Keith stop and question her. -Why did you do that? - -I want to know if I can let Jake do this. If I can let my own father see me, then I think I can let him. - Keith cracked his knuckles over her chest then returned to squeezing just her shoulders. His eyes observed her breasts swaying with each squeeze. It was beautiful. Her nipples taunt and stabbing toward the ceiling. -You sure have grown. - He stuttered! -Have I? Oh, you mean my boobies. They -(TM)re huge. Are you looking at them? - She tilted her head back to eye her father. -Hard to miss, Princess. - He glared as Brit pinched her right nipple. -I can lay on my tummy on the floor if it makes you more comfortable. That way my boobies are face down. - -If you feel more at ease then go for it. It might be easier to work your lower back. - -Okay. - She swiftly pulled away and sets her beer bottle on the end table beside them. Following that she stood up, strolled around the coffee table and sprawled out on the floor. Facing her sitting father, she smiled up at him, legs kicking upward at the knee. -You might need a back rub after all this. - She giggled. -Sounds like a plan. - He realized that she was back to staring at his bulging sweats. Even as he sat forward to drop to his knees and crawl around the table to tower beside her. Her eyes gave her away. Keith knew his perversions were caught on too by her as well. At least she wasn -(TM)t screaming for help. -Work your magic, daddy. - She sighed and stretched out more. Her legs wider than they once were. Her arms now folded under her chin. He began rubbing her shoulders before moving under her armpits, his fingers grazing the crushed swell of both breasts. -I think Jake should get to go this far. - She shifted her profile to smile up at him, -Really? You approve of my letting him see this much of me? - -Sure! Just behave! It -(TM)s only touch, right? - -Yes. I love being touched. Well, as much as I -(TM)ve allowed that is. Mostly legs. - -I say experience it. Just save the sex until marriage. - -So, totally naked is acceptable? - She wiggled for comfort on the carpet. His hands reaching her hips on that question, Keith stopped at the thin spaghetti style strings to her G-string. He could see her shadowed butt pucker within the sunken cord, it just wasn -(TM)t thick enough to hide anything. Swallowing hoarsely, he looked around him and easily heard his wife -(TM)s snoring in the distance. -Sure! Give ole -(TM) Jake a show. - -Oh, my God! I adore you, daddy. I will! He can see everything. Touch everything. No sex though, I promise. - He decided it safer to move past her panties while gritting his teeth. He hesitated to touch her legs and realized that he would be overstepping their bond. She had faith in her father he thought. So far, he hadn -(TM)t done anything too taboo. From behind her father -(TM)s profile Brit saw Lance telling her to remove her panties. She found herself loving the deception now. Her dad was surprisingly receptive to her story. His hard on was self-explanatory. -Daddy? Can I ask you a really crazy favor? - -Depends. What is it? - He returned to her pelvis and lower spine. -I -(TM)m afraid to ask. - She feigned a blush. -Just ask. - -I want to experience what you think Jake should experience. That way I know exactly what to allow. You said totally naked, right? - Keith -(TM)s eyes fluttered out of disbelief. She was asking him to touch her exactly how he found it appropriate. -Well, yeah. Are you asking me to touch you? - -It -(TM)s stupid of me. Forget I asked. It just dawned on me that I -(TM)m so inexperienced that I don -(TM)t know what I should let Jake get away with. If you showed me every detail, then I -(TM)ll know right from wrong. - Sneaky whore! Keith again listened intently for his wife -(TM)s snoring. He wondered if Lance was out cold as well. He must have been. No, just hiding well! Satisfied his attentions returned to Britney. -Okay! As long as you understand this is only to help you. It -(TM)s bad of me to do this. But I would rather you know if he -(TM)s going overboard. - -You -(TM)re the best, daddy. I won -(TM)t tell anybody. I swear. - -You had better not. I -(TM)ll ground you until you -(TM)re eighty. - Repositioning he straddled her hips before returning to his massage technique. As he squeezed her shoulder with one hand, he swept up a thick length of her hair and tugged on it with the other, wrapping it around his wrist. Her eyes bulged at his chosen roughness. YESSSS! -Wow! That -(TM)s interesting. So, my hair should be played with? - -Yep! He should pull it. Harder than I just did. This is how you let him know it -(TM)s okay to be a man. - -Okay. What else? - She spied Lance doubled over silently laughing. She wanted to join him. Keith released her hair and began massaging her back with a stronger grip. She bit her lip trying not to moan too loudly. At her spine he leaned forward over her to whispers. His dick stretched out over her back behind the cotton sweats. It was so big at this point that the crown of his cock had slipped up out of his drawstring waistband. No elastic it was a pretty easy release. Precum teasing his urethra he ignored its inevitable landing. -Okay. This part is awkward but I -(TM)m going to do it. Don -(TM)t freak out. - Too late she thought laughing inwardly. Leaning in he kissed her shoulders then stretched his body out over her in a body-to-body glide to gradually move down her beautiful complexion. His lips and nose nuzzling her entire back, he proceeded to kiss her spine, vertebra after vertebra. -That really tickles! Should I tell Jake to do this? - -If he doesn -(TM)t do it on his own. Yeah, sure, why not. - -Okay. Now what? - She coaxed him but sounded naive. Reaching her panties his fingers hooked under the thin spaghetti noodles along her hips and gently peeled them lower. She played dumb and made him work for it. -You should raise your hips for him to remove these. - -Oh, ok! Like this? - She stunned him by her actions, hips rising in a seductive manner to taunt her drunken father. -Yeah! Exactly. - Pulling them further down over her ass and thighs, he encouraged them off of her body entirely. Without her seeing he held them to his nostrils and enjoyed the scent. Two for one special, Lance had smelled them earlier while she wore them. -Oh, my God. I can -(TM)t wait for him to do that. I hope he does. - -Encourage him, Princess. - He sat her G-string aside. -Guy -(TM)s need the girl to teach him too. - Her hips lowering back onto the floor she was now totally naked and actually getting quite wet. By her own father. How gross was that? HA! How erotic was that! She was so worked up and craving more. His hand -(TM)s set out to massage her bare ass before temptation took over and he lightly slapped both cheeks, gauging the echo in the air. This made her squeal and raise her hips. -Jake should slap your ass harder than I did. I just don -(TM)t want to wake the house up. - -How much harder? - She hid her expression. -It has to sting. It may hurt but it -(TM)s going to make Jake know you want him to show strength. - -Okay. I -(TM)ll tell him to spank me really hard. I want you to show me that sometime when Lance and mom aren -(TM)t around. I need to know how much I can handle. - Mind blown! Keith didn -(TM)t even reply, instead stretching back over her legs pinning them to the carpet under his weight. Hovering his face over her cheeks he lowered forward and kissed her ass succulently, almost licking where he had swatted her. She had to cover her face to avoid gasping loudly. -That shows you that even with pain there must be passion as reward. You will like that part I -(TM)m thinking. - -I know I loved that just now. Is that all? Just a massage naked. Spanking. - -Oh, no. Lot -(TM)s more. - He gave into lust completely. His daughter was gullible. He needed to do more. His thumbs pried her ass cheeks apart and allows him a good look at her unobstructed anal cavity and tight pussy. Taking a deep breath, he smothered his face in and licked her pucker six good flesh molding lashes then wagged along the rim. Hiding her face in her arms she yelped, whimpering in shock over how far he had just gone. Looking at Lance was pointless. She herself needed to go further. She was horny as hell now. Dad or Lance or whomever. -That was incredible. - She hissed. -You have to make sure Jake hears how much you liked that. Again, encourage him to do that. Loudly. Beg for it even. - -Wow. Are you sure he won -(TM)t expect sex? This is serious foreplay. I think that -(TM)s what it -(TM)s called. - -He might. Just tell him no. You -(TM)re in charge of you. If you don -(TM)t want to go even that far then don -(TM)t. - -I can handle this so far. Teach me more. - -Okay! - He lifted his weight up off of her and freed up her limbs, -Roll over. - She giggled, turning over to lay on her back. Watching her father stretch back out between her legs she marveled at his determination to go as far as possible. His next move was to raise her foot to his mouth and suck on her toes. This made her squirm and fight her ticklishness. -That -(TM)s indescribable. Oh, Daddy! - His mouth relocated to her opposite foot and offered the same gentleness. She was cooing like a dove and wiggling on the rug. -He can do that much longer than I did. I just wanted you to get a good feel of that. - -I can handle that for hours. - -Okay, now let him lay between your legs like so. - Snaking his body out further for room Keith lay his goatee over her bikini hair then extended both of his arms up over her tight tummy to squeeze her breasts. Crushing them together he playfully tossed them about. -Mmmmmm! - She pouted lifting her scalp to look directly at him with puppy dog eyes. Crawling higher over her body he kissed her tummy with warm pecks, subtle licks until he had reached her breasts. Hands removed he held her titties at the side swell then lowered his face into her cleavage crushing her breasts around his cheeks as he kissed her sternum between them. Gradually he moved from breast to breast sucking upon one nipple at a time, tongue teasing around her areolas. This made her arch her back dramatically and run her fingers through her dad -(TM)s hair. -Oh, Daddy. Jake is going to have so much fun. I -(TM)m going to have fun too. - He didn -(TM)t reply, instead choosing to kiss her belly and move downward. Her eyes bulged and darted toward Lance. In the darkness he stood smugly and motioned with his fingers to fuck him. Britney nodded her approval of his suggestion, her intention all along if her dad went for it. Feeling her father -(TM)s tongue licking her clit she whined and palmed her face to mask her temptation to really share her emotions. His fingers delicately spread her labium wide enough so that he could let her hole swallow his tongue for long moments. There was no containing her moans now. She couldn -(TM)t help herself. He fed on her pussy for five minutes as she held her hands clamped over her mouth. Finally, daddy reared up onto his knees and glared down at her. -Beg him to do that. - -Yes. I will. I -(TM)ve never felt anything like that in my whole life. - Bullshit! But convincing! -Show me again, daddy. I want it to be perfect. - -Last time. - He told her with a scowl as he discovered himself sobering up. Laughing was turned into sheer ecstasy. It was her only solution to avoid Keith from knowing he was being played. This time as his feeding frenzy increased, he chose to slip a finger inside her pussy, then two, finally a third. He realized during this whole session that his daughter was hardly a virgin and knuckling her cunt just proved it. He suspected as much. Keith could play the game too. Squirming Brit frantically had an orgasm. Her moans were so shrill and steady made even Lance double check on his mom -(TM)s slumber. Still, he recorded every second. Tiny video after tiny video. Brit used her hands to mash her breasts together, her head tilted back on the carpet as she giggled at her outcome. She trembled erratically as Keith sat up observing her. -You -(TM)re going to make Jake a very happy guy this weekend. - -I didn -(TM)t expect to do that daddy. Are you sure what you do is acceptable for Jake to get away with? It was just like sex. - -You -(TM)re no virgin. - -What? I am. Kind of. I used my vibrator and broke my hymen. - Sounded feasible! -Yes, I own a vibrator. I -(TM)m naïve but smart enough to keep my body to myself until the time was right. - Keith nodded with a pucker, -Okay! I believe you. - Not really but whatever! -Thank you, daddy. - -No problem. And, yes, it -(TM)s acceptable. You can still go further if you want. - -What do you mean? - -If you really like this Jake, you should take him as far as you can without him thinking he can finish the job. - -What do you mean? - Keith towered over her on his knees pulled his sweatpants down, exposing his ten plus bravado. Before her eyes she witnessed him lower them past his ass and down to his knees. There her father knelt with a monster python of a cock. He began stroking himself, favoring his grip. -Wow! Daddy! - Fear in her eyes for show she couldn -(TM)t resist rubbing her clit. -Calm down. You wanted to know everything he should be allowed. Right? - -Yes. Everything. - -Okay, then. - He crawled forth using his knee span to widen her thighs. Once close enough he smothered his crown amid her labia rubbing it over her clit now that she had retreated. Time and time again, her eyes grew to the size of saucers. -Holy shit! - She gasped softly. Then, he used his cock to slap her clit harder and harder each time. She whined and whimpered with each impact. -I want Jake to do that. - -Let him get close like this. He -(TM)s going to want to go all the way. You only compromise. - -Compromise how? - -You let him get a feel of inside but no thrusting. - -Really? - She reacted with surprise, nibbling her tongue between her teeth. Was he actually going to put that gigantic cock inside her? Surely not! Hopefully yes! -Like this. - He lined his cock up with her pink vulva and carefully guided his monster inside her pussy. - GOD, YES! She reached up with pleading hands to palm her father -(TM)s face, eyes yearning for deeper insertion. -Oh, my GOD! - She shuddered, batting her eyelids rapidly. -I can feel that in my tummy. - Deeper as mentally requested, he went balls deep just to seek out her response. Frozen in time he just lingered there without exit or pressure. -Let him stay there and bathe in your beauty. If he gets this far and accepts no for an answer. He might be a worthy son-in-law. - All she could do was lay there with an expression of fearful delight. -Daddy? Is there more? There has to be more. - -Well. If he respects your decisions, I suppose rewarding him in other ways would be acceptable. - -Can I reward him with a couple thrusts as long as he -(TM)s cooperative? - -Only you know how many is right from wrong, Princess. - -Five? - Keith cooperated, sober or not. Moving his hips, his penis sank inward then drew back out eight of ten plus inches watching at an angle that allowed him to observe his dick emerging and inserting. Five times felt really good to both of them. -Five more? - She whispers. -I call that sex, don -(TM)t you? - Her dad chuckled under his breath, once more pausing to listen for Rita -(TM)s deafening snores. -Better safe than sorry. - -Daddy? I -(TM)m glad mom is a heavy sleeper. Can I reward you for being a good teacher? - -How many? - She giggled biting the nail of her pinky, -Three hundred? - Keith nodded with a scowl then lurched over his daughter pinning her under his weight. Missionary, Keith Foxx power fucked his daughter while clamping his hand over her mouth so tightly she could barely catch a breath. Her legs wrapped around his waist tightly and held on for dear life. She loved his girth destroying her hole. From the shadows her brother Lance panicked at the sight. His dad was tearing her pussy up. So cool! Recording his porno was awesome. Still, he stressed over his mom hearing and hugged her door to maintain awareness of her concerto. Convinced there was no chance of her reviving he moved back into prime visual to record their savage wrestling match. Britney stared lifelessly into her father -(TM)s eyes, witnessing the beast within him, it gave her chills. Her eyelids fluttered rapidly with the sheer force of his thrusts. She heard and felt his balls slapping roughly against her ass cheeks and inner thigh. Nasal heat over his palm he opted to take the risk of releasing her vocal cords. He had something in mind that required his hands. Reaching her entangled legs, he pried them from his hips and pressured her into a contortion of ankles behind her ears. Coaxing her to hold her toes freed him just enough to rise up onto his feet and hammer straight down into her spitting cunt. It was impossible to contain her cries. He had no choice but to choke her so tightly that she shut down her volume. Face blue from lack of oxygen she endured his persistent downward spiral. Orgasms were rattling off in rapid fire sessions. Virgin his ass! By her reactions he knew damn well she had been with other men. Let her think she had him fooled. Stupid little cunt! Vibrator virginity taker! Whatever! Stamina was never his issue. Not even Rita complained about that area, it was what kept her coming back. Sure, she loved Keith but her outlook on marriage had changed, she liked her freedom, to seek out other lovers and at least confided in Keith of her changing ideals. They spoke of divorce but not until after the kids graduated. Maybe that was what sparked him into going this far with Brit. At least she was here for him when her mother wasn -(TM)t. He could go out and find a girlfriend himself but chose not to. This close to home people would talk shit if they knew. This activity would be even worse, but it was behind closed doors, and nobody would know. Yep! Brit was going to learn her lesson. What daddy wants; daddy gets. She would say the same. -Ready for more advice? - He hovered his forehead over hers, lowering back down to his knees. Posture aching, he needed to relax his back. -Please daddy! I need to know everything. Jake has to do all of this. - -Alright! I couldn -(TM)t agree more. I bet he loves this next trick. - Pulling out of her in a splatter of juices he forcefully rolled her over and took her doggystyle, yanking her hair so hard she was cursing but begging both. Three minutes of practiced hammering he shoved her forward but kept her lower body hiked up. Retreating her cunt, he zeroed in on her tight little butt pucker. Spitting over it for lubrication he forced the Foxx into the Foxxhole. To her credit Britney Lynn adored anal. Just maybe not a forearm up there. Regardless, she accepted his interior high five. The more she loosened up the higher than five reached. Eight of ten she was licking carpet to maintain her deep-rooted banshee. Dear God! She might call off at school today and jump this big ass cock all day long. Shit! Mom was home. Hit the road bitch! Wringing wet from sweat Keith used his feet to drag his sweatpants off and kick them aside. Free at last! His feet, not his dick, that stayed in her ass without slipping. She was pawing at her scalp in ecstasy. Slowing down to tenderly fuck her he leaned down and kissed her atop her head. -Let -(TM)s cut the bullshit! What made you do this Brit? - -Do what? Seek advice so I know what I -(TM)m getting into with Jake? - -If there really is a Jake, I bet you -(TM)ve already fucked him. I -(TM)m not stupid. I don -(TM)t care what you do just don -(TM)t get pregnant. - -Ohhhh, Daddy! This is so wrong. I love your cock. - She convulsed with each thrust and withdrawal. Her anus stretched, followed his abandonment like taking a deep breath. -Our secret Princess. So, is there a Jake? - -Yes. He does want me; I -(TM)ve just been holding out on him. I -(TM)m going to cum soon, daddy. - She reached beneath her to attempt fingering herself. -Hold it in. - Easing out of her anal bliss with a farting noise that Lance nearly lost it over, Keith rolled her back over onto her back and took her cunt for another spin, her ankles in his fists he spread her wide and looked down between their thighs for that insertion rhythm. He loved watching all ten inches disappear and reappear. She just loved the fullness. Shaking hard trying to control her orgasm she stared into her father -(TM)s eyes. -I want this more often Daddy. Forgive me but I do. - -We -(TM)ll see! Not when your mother is home. This tonight is one hell of a huge risk. - -I know! - Nearing his own detonation point after so long holding it in Keith stopped cold and pulled out. Releasing her ankles, he reached over his daughter and grabbed her by her hair and forced her upper body to rise. Jerking off his dick right over her face he tilted his head back and prepped the peppering. A minute later he fired off a massive load of creamy nut all across her features. She smiled like never before and held her mouth wide bracing for a mouthful. Instead of shooting threads he just shoved his cock down her throat and held her firmly. Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! She sucked him dry before he allowed her to escape. That was not as easy as he predicted. Baby girl followed his tentative retreat up onto her knees and voluntarily sucked his dick with a fever pitch. He finally had to shove her away. The pout in her expression was proof that he had her hooked. -Go to bed. - -Come with me. - -Nope! I -(TM)m going to sleep in my own bed. - Looking to his right he shook his head. -You can stop hiding son of mine. I knew you were spying the second her bra came off. I want a copy of that video then you -(TM)re going to delete it. - -Awww, maaan! - -And you! - He gripped Brit by her cum coated chin. -Tell Jake to call you a fucking whore. - -Slut too! - Lance chimed in joining them in the living room. Turning Keith palmed his son -(TM)s face smearing his jizz all over it. That shut him up. Fuck! Britney busted up and pointed at her brother. -Serves you right! - -You ever breath a word about this I disown you. - Keith gripped Lance by his shirt. -Got me? - -I swear I won -(TM)t! - -I don -(TM)t know what you two are doing, don -(TM)t really care. I will not put up with trouble ahead. So, get whatever this is under control, and under wraps. Airtight! - A unified, -Yes, Sir! - Keith Foxx shook his head and went to bed. -That was so awesome! - Another joint verse between twins before both laughed over it. Lance wiped his face off with a gross expression while Britney cleaned herself off and licked her hands dry. Awesome from two different standpoints yet arriving at the same conclusion. -You need to suck my dick before you go to bed. - -Uhhh! No! Show dad the video. Now that this happened, I don -(TM)t need to worry. - -Ohhhh, Coach? Ohhh, every student in school? - -God, you -(TM)re such a dick. - -And you love mine as much as you do dad -(TM)s pecker. - -No where near as much. Grow a dick that huge then maybe. - She stood up and stretched. Looking behind her she decided to clean up the living room. Bottles tossed or put away it at least looked neater. Grabbing her underwear from the sofa and floor she stepped on a wet spot in the carpet. -Crap! Mom is going to step in that. - -Solution! - Lance went to the garbage and brought back a bottle of Budweiser then purposely poured the leftovers onto the cum stains. -BUDding romance! - -Mom will buy that. - Brit smirked and headed for her room. Lance left holding the bottle looked at it then drank the rest. Eying the bottle he chuckled. Spin the bottle came to mind. Trailing her she threw her clothing in the hamper and crawled into bed. Lance closed her door then dropped his own sweatpants. Plopping down to lay beside her he cleared his throat. -Forgetting something BET WETTER? - The bet she made and lost. -Fiiiiine! - Rolling into him Britney gave him a five-minute blowjob. She was actually getting into it, her hormones still on high alert. Cumming in her mouth she licked him dry then sat up on her knees. -There! Now leave me alone. - -Not just yet! - He nudged her back onto her bedding, -Close your eyes. - -You are not fucking me. - -I won -(TM)t! Just trust me. - -As if! - She rolled her eyes then sealed her lids. Feeling him toying with her labia she cringed. A second later something went up her cunt. Something smooth and firm. Eyes whipping open she saw Lance grinning. Lifting up on her elbows she saw the Budweiser bottle neck up her twat. -Seriously, Lance? - -CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! - -Nooooooo! - Feet kicking wildly, he abandoned his fun leaving the beer bottle up inside her. -Don -(TM)t move! Let me go grab the other bottle for your asshole. - He jumped out of bed and left. She rolled out after him and locked him out. He just laughed. Lance had no intention of going further. At least not tonight. Crawling back into bed she groaned, -Crap! I forgot to shut out the Bud Light. - Back up, light switch off. Bottle in... ... the trash. Not that she didn -(TM)t consider it.