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I couldn’t believe how fast Brandi had grown up. It seemed like
only yesterday that I had started dating her mother. Her mom
and I had gotten married, but her mom split a couple of years.
later and left Brandi with me when she was ten. She was only a
little kid then. Eight years later, and she definitely wasn’t a little
kid anymore.
Brandi had blossomed in her teenage years. Her prepubescent
boyish shape had morphed into a perfect hourglass: perfect
perky titties, small tight waist, firm round ass. There was not
question that boys from school were starting to take notice of
her body. When she came home one day and told me that one
of her classmates asked to see what was under her shirt, I was
furious. I wanted to kill the little punk, but I knew that boys.
would be boys and I couldn’t blame him for trying. I would have
tried the same thing of I was his age.
I could have lived with the attention if it was just coming from
boys her own age, but her hot body was drawing recognition
from grown men, too. I hated the way that men looked at her
when we were in public. The way that they turned their heads to
stare at her taut teenage body infuriated me. I knew that they
were thinking dirty thoughts their rough palms cupping her
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luscious creamy breasts, tweaking her pretty pink nipples,
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making her moan.
I was well aware of the effects that she had on men, how just
looking at her could make their cocks stiffen and throb with lust.
She had the same effects on me.
The straw that broke the camel’s back was when one of my
friends made an off–hand drunken comment about how much
he would like to be the one to pop her cherry. His words made
my blood pound in my ears and my vision go red. I punched him
in the jaw as hard as I could and kicked him out of my house.
Desperate to keep my little princess pure and innocent for as
long as possible, the next day I pulled her out of school, quit my
job, and moved us to my little cabin out in the country. Between
the money that I had saved and some shrewd investments, I
knew that I would never need to work again as long as I lived
modestly.
I know, that might seem like overkill. But believe me, if you could
see how heavenly her hot little body was, you would have done.
the same thing to shield her from their probing eyes.
Naive little Brandi was completely oblivious to all of this. She
was wide–eyed, innocent, and entirely too trusting, which is why I
had to protect her from all of the horny men who could easily
take advantage of her. But who would protect her from me?
Brandi drove me wild with lust. Every morning she would come
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to breakfast wearing only her virginal white panties and a tank
top. I insisted that she wear modest underwear, because I knew
that if she came out of her room wearing something skimpier
than briefs, there would be no way that I could stop myself from
bending her over the kitchen table and taking her right then and
there.
It was always Brandi that I thought about when I engaged in one
of my frequent masturbating sessions. Why would I look at porn when I had perfect spank bank material living right under my
roof?
She didn’t know it, but I had drilled a little peephole in the wall between my bedroom and her bathroom. Every time she would take a shower, I would drop whatever I was doing as soon as I heard the door close and get into position for the show she didn’t know she was giving. With my pants around my ankles and my stiff cock in my hand, I would watch the rivulets of warm water wash over her barely legal body. I would stroke my dick furiously, wishing that I could lick all those little droplets of water off of her nipples, down her stomach, and not stopping until I had reached her tasty little snatch. I always came before she had finished showering. I would quickly clean myself off using a box of tissues that I kept on my nightstand for just this purpose, pull my pants up, and resume whatever I was doing before as if I hadn’t just beat off while spying on my daughter.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.