Story 2-chapter 9
His cock was still growing bigger against her body while they held onto their hug, and he still wasn't trying to push her away. It was proof of how much he really wanted her no matter how proper he tried to be.
"But Dad," she said, looking up at him with a coy smile, pressing her body a little tighter against the growing bulge in her father's pants, "Didn't you like kissing me, Dad? And if you did it once, what's the big deal about doing it again? Same with feeling my boobs."
"Because I'm your father, sweetheart. And I've only just gotten married to your mother, in case you haven't noticed."
But even as he spoke, one of his hands moved from behind her to the front, sliding over the pert swells of her tits through her dress. Her nipples throbbed with heat at his touch and her body filled deeply with breath.
"I've noticed more than you think, Daddy," she said.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" he asked curiously, squeezing the mound of one of her tits through the snug fabric.
"Oh god," she whispered, aching to feel her father squeeze as hard as he pleased.
By now his cock felt so big and so hard against her young body. The memory of watching him pump that beautiful shaft into her mother's naked body made her want to feel inside her own pussy more than ever.
Feeling his hand sliding back and forth to feel each of her tits was making her pussy feel hot and damp. She angled her face upward, giving him an open invitation for another kiss.
"Baby, we really shouldn't," he whispered as he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.
Brook's heart leaped with excitement. She instantly opened her mouth and felt her pulse bang even harder when her father's tongue swept forcefully into her mouth.
She moved one hand from his ass around to the front and began feeling the solid bulge of his cock through his pants. He gasped without breaking the kiss while his grip tightened on her tit. Then she felt him pull the neckline down, stretching the fabric to expose her perky mound so he could cup her flesh in his hand.
He didn't even kiss her mother that deeply when she'd spied on them in the hot tub. Brook felt the best and most excited she ever had in her life, yet she knew it could only be better.
Just the feel of her father's rigid cock through his pants was almost more than she could stand. And having his hand on her bare boob while they kissed was one thing she already knew wasn't going to be a once-only proposition.
She might've been young, but Brook knew she was meant for this and meant for him, and she was ready to give him everything she had.
But then the sound of people getting into a nearby car startled them, and Tom suddenly pushed himself back from his daughter. They both looked a little dazed, and his cock was still bulging out the front of his pants. He finally closed the trunk lid, and they waited for the other people to get in their car and drive away.
Brook's pussy was dripping with wet heat, but she knew her father wasn't going to pick things back up.
She wanted that more than anything while Tom was trying to act like it never even happened, except for the tell-tale bulge in his pants. At least he didn't try to tell her over again how it shouldn't have happened and was never going to happen again. That much was progress.
"Sweetheart, our date isn't over yet, unless you're feeling tired already. But we haven't even decided about dinner or the movies," Tom said, doing his best to look normal.
Brook was happy he didn't want to end their day together and go home. "Can we do both?"
Tom laughed and said, "Of course."
They walked back into the mall holding hands. They went to a simple chain restaurant for a quick meal so they could make it on time to the movie Brook wanted to see. The trailers were still playing when they went in, and they got a row to themselves a little further back from the middle of the theater.
When the movie started, Tom reached over the arm of the seat and took hold of Brook's hand again. They exchanged smiles and watched the movie. After a while, she maneuvered their clasped hands so Tom's was resting against Brook's leg below her dress hem, resting on her thigh through the pantyhose she was wearing.
And then after a few more minutes, her father's hand let go of hers and moved to rest palm down along her inner thigh.
Brook's whole body felt warm when his large hand gently squeezed her inner thigh and started rubbing her warmth.
Her pussy heated up with electrical pulses as he calmly worked his hand higher until he was massaging her flesh within an inch of her mound. She felt her body arch in her seat as she breathed deeply. She looked at his face but he was watching the movie with a faint smile on his face.
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