Brad Harris - Daughter hot pants

It had not been that easy to accomplish, tough. Dad had talked with Don about her the same as he had talked with Giselda. Her brother had been warned about his sister's hot little pussy. He had been cautioned not to let the little tease get him in a problem situation.

"Mikki, we've been over this every day for the last week!" he protested tonight. "I'm not going to fuck you. I should never have done as much as I did the afternoon you got me to suck you. Dad would kill me if he guessed about that."

"You promised, though," she insisted. "You gave me your promise that you'd teach me. I haven't told Daddy anything, have I? How could he ever find out?"

"Forget it!" Don hissed at her. "No way! He'd find out all right. Some way or the other he'd find out. Honey, it isn't worth taking the chance."

Mikki had huddled on the couch and pouted. Team of anger and disappointment filled her green eyes. She sighed loudly in her frustration. If Don wouldn't fuck her, then she would have to find someone else. Larry, perhaps, could provide the service. Larry had almost overcome his timidity. He was getting used to her pressing her tits against him. Yes, perhaps Larry would be ready to fuck her.

Don said from across the room, "Don't you know how much I want to? Don't you know I get a hard-on just thinking about you? I'd fuck you in a minute if I didn't think it was just too dangerous for us."

"Chicken!" Mikki hissed as she flounced out of the room and went back to her bedroom. She sat on her bed in disgust, then slowly thought over his last remark. Don wanted to fuck her! He really did! Perhaps she could use that. Just maybe she could taunt him into taking her to bed. It was worth a last try. It sure the hell was.

She stepped to the door and listened for any sounds coming from the living room where he sat, watching TV. She heard him get up and go into the kitchen. Another beer! Good! He had already had several since dinner. She would give him time to have several more. She'd let him get good and relaxed. That should reduce his resistance. There was plenty of time. Dad was with Giselda tonight. The blonde had told her their plans earlier. They wouldn't be back until late. Yes!

Mikki felt shivers of anticipation ripple along her thighs. Her tits tingled at the thought. She'd get that big cock of Don's tonight.

She slipped out of her clothes and went to the shower. She stood for almost an hour in the soft, warm spray, letting it bring a deep, rosy glow to her skin. Mikki rubbed oil into her skin until she was sure she smelled lusciously of the rich scent. She brushed her hair until it sparkled brilliantly. Then she went to her dresser and slipped out a black satin slip. She would have worn a black lace nightgown if she'd had one. Too bad no one ever gave really sexy nightgowns to teenage girls. She looked over the black slip. It would have to do. It was severely cut, no lace at all, just the black satin. It had an awfully low neck, tough, and the tiniest straps over the shoulder. She held it up and was reminded of the sexy broads in Italian movies who ran around all the time in just their slips. That was sexy to Italian men; maybe it would be just as sexy to Don.

Mikki slipped the soft undergarment over her head and adjusted it over her tits and hips. She studied herself in the minor. Her image came back to her as a shock. She did look sexy! She sure the hell did! The slip was extremely short, as short across her thighs as it was low at her tits. It just barely covered her nipples at the top and her ass at the bottom. In between, it clung deliciously to every curve she had, magnifying her already more than ample attributes. She sighed in happy satisfaction. If this didn't move Don, then she would have to give up on him.

She opened her door and heard him come back from the kitchen once more. She stepped back to the dresser on an impulse and pulled out her thinnest black panties. They were nothing more than a sheer stretch of see-through nylon and trim of dainty black lace. She stepped into them and pulled them up to her hips, then walked lightly back to the door. She drew a deep breath to steady her nerves, then walked into the living room to greet her brother.

Don looked up as she walked to his chair. His bleary eyes blinked as he tried to focus them on the dazzling display of sensual young woman. He swallowed the lump which jumped into his throat and blinked again at her.

"What on earth!" he gasped. "Mikki? Wow! What's that all about?"

"Just wanted to apologize to you for keeping such pressure on you," she smiled as she sat across his lap in the big recliner. "I didn't mean, to get you in trouble with Dad. I just can't help thinking that you're the foxiest guy I ever saw."

She put her arms around his neck and kissed him as she snuggled her tits against his chest. This time he didn't push her away. When he didn't fight his way up out of the chair, the girl knew she had won her battle. She could smell the strong odor of the beer on him. He was in no shape to fight her off. His resistance would be down tonight. Her cunt throbbed at the knowledge that it was only a matter of minutes until she would have his cock pounding away in her pussy.

"Sooooo foxy," she cooed as she caressed the back of his neck and drew her tits back enough so that just the nipples were touching his chest through the tight shirt. "That's why I just can't control myself."

She kissed him again, parting her lips so that his tongue could explore the cavity of her mouth. She felt the sudden warmth against her ass. His cock was heating up. She felt the pressure of it swelling in his pants and throbbing against her satin-clad ass. His hands came around her unconsciously, caressing along her thighs, sliding the short slip upwards and feeling the cool flesh of her naked thighs.

"Mmmmmm," she purred, twisting her tits against his chest. "Mmmm, I feel so safe and secure in your arms. I'm so glad I have a brother like you, soooooo glad."

Don plunged his face against her heaving tits. He kept a hand on her thighs, moving it up and cupping her ass. His other hand caught a tit and played deliriously with the satin-clad breast. His pecker began to jump beneath her as though smelling the waiting pussy above it.

"Damn!" he muttered. "How the hell am I supposed to resist this? I'll just have to hope that Dad never finds out I'll have to hope that, because I'm about to fuck the sweetest tail in the county."

"Mmmmmm," she sighed again. "That's the way I like to hear you talk. That's what I want. I want to fuck. I want you to take me to bed and live that marvelous cock through me."

She reached a hand beneath her ass and pressed it against her brother's tightly pinned prick. She felt the lunging strength in his rod. She felt the roaring heat she was causing in it. She squeezed it and thrust her tits up into his adoring hand.

"Take me to the bed," she whispered. "I don't want to play with your pecker through these pants. I want it out in my hand. I want to feel the skin roll back along the shaft. I want to kiss the luscious head. I want to feel it against my pussy. I want to feel it in my pussy."

He swung his legs to the floor and stood up with her still in his arms. Mikki kept her hold on the cock as he walked with her through the room and back to his bedroom. He kicked the door open and carried her to the bed. She shuddered in ecstatic anticipation as he gently laid her across the bed and stood looking at her delicious body.

"Wow!" he exclaimed, beginning to pull his shirt over his head. "Damn! What a gorgeous piece of pussy. What a fabulous body!"

He dropped his pants and kicked off his shoes and socks. Mikki watched his shorts come off and smiled up at her brother as he stood naked beside her. His great cock waved triumphantly in the air in front of her. She laughed and reached her hand for the pecker. She caught it in her hand and drew him to the bed by it.