Brad Harris - Daughter hot pants

He reached his arm around her and cupped a lit in illustration. Mikki damped her mouth shut lightly in thought if it wasn't Don, then who was it? Daddy wasn't there. She had looked over the other men afterwards, while everyone was still naked. She had looked over all the cocks. There were several that were almost as large as Don's, but they didn't seem quite as healthy as the one that had worked her pussy over.

"A cock can seem much larger in the dark," Don commented. "You may have just thought it was as big as mine."

"Maybe," the girl muttered. "Maybe so."

She had almost been convinced by his assurances that he had fucked a girl with small tits when he tightened his arm around her and asked his question.

"How do you know," he wondered, "how big Dad's cock is?"

"What?" she gasped, her mind trying to decipher his meaning.

"Back there," he laughed, "when you asked if it was me. You made a remark, a curious remark. You said that it had to be me. You said that, except for Dad, no one had that much cock."

"It was you!" she gasped, then began playfully punching him in the ribs. "You tease! It was you all the time! And you tried to say you fucked some girl with tiny little tits!"

He caught her in his arms and held her tightly against himself as she struggled to punish him for his torment. They laughed together, then resumed their walk.

"You didn't answer my question," he said quietly.

"What question?" the brunette answered, having honestly forgotten it.

"About Dad," Don insisted. "You been fucking around with the old man? You have, haven't you? I suspected it."

"He needed it," Mikki answered. "He needed to fuck me. He's been fucking Giselda all the time. She's fabulous. You know how I adore Giselda. But Daddy needed another kind of fuck, too. He's been trying to fuck every girl in the apartments to find that other kind, that soft, girlish kind of fuck. I gave it to him. Now he can be more faithful to our adorable Giselda. When he wants something besides her voluptuous, rambunctious kind of sex, he can slip into my bed."

Don was laughing beside her. He hugged his sister affectionately as they walked. His body shook with his amusement.

"That's good," he gasped in his laughter. "That is the best I ever heard. It was all for dear old Dad. Just letting him have everything he needed. You are good, sweet sister."

"Ohhhh, you!" she hissed, punching him once more. "It's true, whatever you think."

They walked up the steps to the cottage and into the living room. Dad and Giselda were sitting there, waiting for them. Both had stem expressions on their faces. John Phillips motioned for the kids to sit down facing him. They looked to Giselda for some inkling of what was upsetting their father. The blonde looked back at them with no change on her face. She watched them blankly, almost without emotion. She sat as a spectator, merely curious as to the outcome, in no way a participant.

"How was the orgy?" John asked.

"What orgy?" Mikki asked back.

"The one you just came from," her dad replied sharply. "Don't lie to me, honey. Your brother knows better than to try to cover up. Don't you try to cover everything over for him."

"Just one of the weekly parties," Don commented. "You've been to them. You used to go all the time, until Giselda moved in."

"One long series of fucks," Phillips commented quietly. His eyes probed his daughter's face. "You like that sort of thing, Mikki?"

The girl stared back at him. Her heart was pounding. She wanted to cry in self-defense. Perhaps she could cry! That could get her out of this interrogation. Yes, she could begin to cry and then run to her room in sobs. She began squeezing the tears up into her eyes.

"None of that!" John's voice cracked across the room at her. "No team! No crying, until we've settled this. I asked you if you liked that sort of thing?"

"Sometimes," the girl mumbled softly. "Not always, but sometimes."

"Dad," Don said, "you're not being fair to Mikki. She was talking just a few minutes ago about you, about how she wanted to be sure you had everything you wanted. She wants to let you have everything you need, all the different kinds of fucks you might need."

"You're an expert on my needs?" John asked the girl.

"Not all of them," the teen-ager answered. She was beginning to get angry. She flashed her eyes at Don in appreciation for his defense of her. She was ready now to defend herself. No way was she going to sit here and be chewed out like this.

"I am on some of them, though," she spat back sharply. "I wondered why you kept trying to fuck every pussy in town. I couldn't understand why Giselda wasn't more than enough cunt for you. Then I decided that sometimes you wanted another kind of fuck, you wanted a fluffier little girl to fuck. So I became that for you. That's what Don was talking about. In answer to your other question – yes! Yes I do like a good fuck party! Now you've heard the answer to two questions. You have any more?"

John looked at her deeply, steamily. The room hung about them in a deathly silence. Finally he spoke. His voice came across evenly, deeply.

"Yes," he answered her. "I have one more question. Shall the four of us use my room or yours?"

Mikki gasped. She looked up at the smile, which suddenly broke across Giselda's lips. The girl's mouth dropped open in the shock. She stared a moment, then saw the teasing smile which now lit her daddy's face.

"I just wanted to know," he laughed, "if you kids would be interested in a little family four some. Giselda and I got married tonight. We figured the best way to celebrate would be for all four of us to get in on it all."

Mikki hopped over into his lap. She kissed him soundly, then pulled the busty blonde against her. This was wild! Now she knew they could all work together. She and Giselda could cooperate in seeing to it that Daddy got all he needed. They could share him, share Don, and have a hell of a good lime! Fuck the apartment orgies. They'd have a damn sight better orgy of their own.