1. Stacy 3


    Date: 11/6/2017, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: vtevte, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    further laughter, the brat glanced sideways at me. Our eyes met and for just the briefest instant there seemed to be a connection, before she slid them back to her team-mate. "And of course that leads to Generally Impotent." Kimberly shook as she tried to contain her giggles, "That's harsh, even for you, Stace." "Maybe," the brat conceded. "And if what the girls he used to date say is true, it's not accurate. He can do it. It's just that when he does he's Grossly Incompetent!" I strode over to my grinning s****r and lowered my face until we were nose to nose, "Drop dead, brat!" As I stormed down the hall to my room, I heard her parting shot, "Well done! That was so articulate you reminded me that I nearly forgot to mention you have a Gnat's Inteligence!" ++++++++++ Later that evening, I wandered into the lounge to see what was on television. Mom was sat on the sofa reading. Dad was in his armchair, and the brat was curled up on his lap. Like she usually did, she had got ready for bed, and then come to spend the last hour watching the TV with our parents. It was common to find her like this. She was wearing a red silk nightshirt that stretched down halfway from her crotch to her knees and was barefoot. Dad was soothingly stroking her long blonde hair while she was sucking her thumb in that c***dish way she had, while watching the documentary. As her lips pulsed on her thumb, her index finger stroked her nose and her other arm was hooked around Dad's neck. When I dropped down ...
    onto the couch while giving Stacy a black look, Mom followed my gaze. She sighed. "Don't you think you are a little old for that, Stacy, darling?" "No," she answered, petulantly. "Well, at least give your father a break. You're getting too big to sit on his lap." "No, I'm not!" She sat forward and gave Dad a puppy-dog look, "Am I Daddy?" "No, of course not, Pumpkin." His arm curled around her waist and drew her back to him. She smiled happily, stuck her thumb back in her mouth and laid her head under his chin. Mom just shrugged and gave me a what-can-you-do look. I grumpily turned my attention to the documentary. It was some fluffy girly nonsense about Koalas. No doubt it was Stacy's choice. Typical! +++++++++ When the boring programme had finished, Stacy sat up and gave Dad a kiss on the cheek, "Goodnight, Daddy." He tenderly kissed her forehead, "Goodnight, Pumpkin. sl**p tight; don't let the bed bugs bite." "Dadeee!" she chided, rolling her eyes in mock embarrassment. She then crossed the rug to give mum a kiss on the lips. "'Night, Mummy." "Goodnight, darling." It was mum's turn to roll her eyes, in a gesture that made it evident where Stacy got it from, when the brat clambered up over her lap to reach the sideboard, instead of walking around. Leaning over, she snatched up her tiny round tin of lip balm and then dropped down to sit on Mom's knee while she twisted the lid off. Dipping the tip of her little finger into the pink jelly, she smeared it back and forth across her ...
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