1. Craig and Carrie, Chapter 12


    Date: 2/18/2016, Categories: Fiction, Erotica, Female/Female, First Time, Incest, Older Male / Female, Virginity, Young, Author: Lord Snow, Rating: 95.7, Source: sexstories.com

    Carrie.” “So . . . you’d want to? . . . fuck me then?” she said it so teasingly, so innocently, so naughtily. “I think any guy in the world with eyes in his head would want to fuck you Carrie . . . but they’d have to get through me first.” She smiled and stepped over to hug him, with a wiggle in her hips he’d never noticed before. Her voice was low, almost sinister, “that’s the answer I was hoping for, dad.” Craig squeezed her hard and was trying in his head to come to grips with how his girl had become so grown up, but was still so young. Her body felt small and frail in his arms, but she was also strong and sexy . . . she was a paradox . . . and he loved her. He stepped back and finally took note of Anna’s appearance. Knock-out #1 meet knock-out #2. Anna looked like she could be 17 or 18. Her bigger build, her darker skin tone . . . her confidence. She wore a super tight-fitting black dress which just barely covered her ass. Her hips had a swell to them calling out to be grabbed on to, and it looked like you’d have to peel the dress off of her with the assistance of some lubricant. Her shiny black shoes had pointy toes and still managed to say ‘come fuck me’ despite being only 2” high. Her dress was both sleeveless and shoulderless, did they call that a halter-top, strapless? Ah, who gives a shit? It was perfect, and it was held up by her boobs, and by whatever magic bra she was wearing and probably some duct tape . . . but wow, did she look good. She’d even put a ...
    little makeup on the bruise on her leg. “Anna . . . THAT should be illegal.” “Awwwww, you’re so sweet!” she said and gave him a hug. “I told her she definitely looks fuckable, dad” Carrie whispered, loud enough for them all to hear. “What do you think?” “I think if you put Anna and ‘fuckable’ in a room together . . . ‘fuckable would be waving a white flag pretty damn quick.” Both his ‘girls’ beamed smiles at him and he kissed them each on the mouth. “All right, dinner’s in walking distance, so let’s have a toast before we go” Craig offered, and opened the fridge to pull out a bottle of vanilla flavored vodka he had deposited there from his suitcase while the girls were dressing that morning. “I figured this is a cross between a grown-up drink, and something with enough flavor that you girls might like it . .” he poured a little in three of the tumblers that were on the bar. They felt like crystal. Craig held his glass up and the girls followed suit. “Here’s to the Red Devils and to two of their kick-ass players, my sweethearts . . . Carrie and Anna.” Carrie didn’t cough this time, she felt it flow through her throat and the warmth spread to her chest. “That tastes GOOD, dad.” “K, I got one” Anna spoke up and motioned to Craig for refills. When they were all set she said. “Here’s to my second family . . . the Wallaces” she looked each of them in the eyes. “I love you both and I know that you love me . . . and you’ve made me feel things I’ve never felt before.” They downed their ...
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