Donna Allen: Brother_s naughty family

"Is that your daughter?" the woman smiled. "She's adorable."

"She's okay," Cliff said, wrapping his arm around Darcy's shoulder.

"He's okay too," Darcy giggled, snuggling closer to him.

"Well, better get back to work," Cliff said, removing his arm from her shoulder. "The worst of it's over, baby," he said to Darcy. "Why don't you take off now."

"But I like working the desk, Daddy," she said, her eyes on the bulge in his crotch.

She loved when her father got excited. She loved seeing his cock get all stiff and throbbing when she teased him with her tits and ass. It was a turn-on to see a big man like Cliff grow helpless at the sight of his own teenage daughter.

Now he slapped her ass and walked around the counter. "Well, I'm taking off," he said, chucking her under the chin. "We've got some remodeling to do in the rooms in the old section, and I'm going to see what furniture needs to be replaced. See you later, honey."

"Wait," Darcy cried, moving around from behind the front desk. "I'll go with you."

"Wouldn't you rather be out somewhere playing tennis or swimming," he said as they walked outside into the bright sunlight.

"I'd rather be with you, Daddy," she smiled, reaching for his hand.

"Okay, baby, if you say so," he said.

Darcy's heart pounded as they walked down the catwalk. They arrived at the first room and Cliff took a pad of paper out of his pocket and began taking notes on what needed replacement.

"A new bed in 202," he mused. "And a new dresser in 206."

"Come on," she giggled, tugging at his hand. "Let's see what 222 needs."

The teenager knew that 222 had a king-sized bed and she decided to tease her father by climbing onto it. When they reached the room, she released his hand and scampered onto the bed.

She deliberately let her tits wobble around her tee-shirt as she bounced on the bed. "This bed feels okay," she giggled. "Come on, Daddy. Try it."

Cliff gazed at his daughter, a crooked smile creasing his face. "You hadn't ought to tease a man like that, Darcy," he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Some day you might get in trouble that way."

"I'm a big girl now," she smirked.

"Yes, I can see that," he said.

She reached over and placed her small hand on his thigh. "This bed feels great," she drawled, running her fingers up and down his leg. "Just great."

"Now, honey," he said, moving her hand away from his thigh and rising up. "I think we better get back, to work."

"Oh, Daddy, you never spend any time with me," she said. "And there's so much I want to talk about."

He sat down again on the edge of the bed and tangled his fingers in her hair. "What is it, baby?" he said. "I'm sorry if Daddy's been neglecting you. What do you want to talk about?"

"Oh, everything," the teenager said. "You know, boys and school and things."

"What do you want to know about boys?" He smiled. "You already know you drive them crazy."

"Do I, Daddy?" she smiled. "Do I really drive boys crazy?"

"You know you do," he said, caressing her hair.

"Well," she dimpled, "It's nice to know you've noticed." Then a crazy idea came her mind. "Do I drive you crazy too?" she said.

"Isn't it enough you drive the boys around her crazy," he smiled, "without driving your old father crazy too?"

"No, it's not," she giggled. "If I knew you thought I was pretty and sexy I'd really have confidence."

Cliff leaned over and held her face in his hand. "I think you're beautiful," he murmured.

"But do you think I'm sexy," she insisted, once again running her hand up and down his thigh.

This time he didn't push her away. "I think you're very sexy," he said, hovering over her now. "I think any man or boy alive would find you sexy as hell."

Darcy's heart pounded as she moved her fingers inside his thigh. "Oh, Daddy, really?" she breathed.

"Yes, baby, really," he said, his face flushed. "Maybe I better get back to work," he muttered.

"Not yet," Darcy said. "Please. Let's talk some more."

The teenager sat up then and cupped her tits through the thin material of her tee-shirt. Her nipples poked out, long and stiff and throbbing.

"Baby, I don't think you ought to do that," he said, but she continued kneading her titflesh and staring at his crotch.

His cock was hard. She could see it pulsing inside his fly. And, oh, God, it was so exciting! So exciting to see her father respond to her!

She decided to go further. The worst thing that could happen was he might walk out on her. But so far he seemed mesmerized by the sight of her teenage knockers bursting through the cotton of her, tee-shirt.

Suddenly she fumbled with the catch of her jeans and pushed them off her ass and down to her knees. She had worn a skimpy pair of bikinis today, and she watched her father's face as he gazed at her pussy. Tiny tendrils of curly red hair peeped out of her crotch and she took her jeans off her feet and spread her legs wide apart.

Cliff stared at her crotch. His eyes sparkled at the sight of her ripe young pussy, clearly visible through the flimsy nylon of her panties.

Darcy could tell her father was conflicted. She could tell he was struggling with his conscience as to whether or not to leave. He cleared his throat then.

"Darcy, I know what you're doing, honey, and I think you'd better stop," he said.

The teenager crossed her legs and lay back against the pillows. "I will if you want me to," she said softly.

Cliff didn't answer, but continued staring at her with hot eyes.

"Do you want me to, Daddy?" she said.

"God, help me, no," he said, reaching for her. He took her into his arms then and rolled over onto the bed. "God in heaven help me, I don't want you to stop."

The little redhead moaned then, knowing she had won. The crotch of her panties caught inside her cuntflaps and rubbed deliciously against her clit.

They broke apart and the hot teenager snaked her fingers under the waistband of her bikinis and slipped them off her feet. Cliff sat up on the bed and stared at her. She was naked from the waist down and her tits jiggled inside her tee-shirt. She saw him debating with himself again and knew she had to act if she wanted to make him stay.

"Touch my tits," she said, moving around and leaning on her hands and knees in front of him.

He sat motionless for a moment, gazing at her tits as they wobbled inside her chin. Then with a groan, he rolled her over onto her back and tugged the tee-shirt over her head.

Now she was totally naked and she enclosed his head with her arms as his hands roamed rapidly over her body. He ran tiny kisses over her belly and caressed her thighs and hips. She curled her fingers into his hair and moaned with delight. Her heart's desire had come true. Her handsome father was about to fuck her!

"Oh, Daddy, I'm so hot!" she murmured. "Oh, Daddy, I'm gonna come so good! I'm so hot!"

Cliff said nothing, but slithered his tongue around her navel and hungrily sucked one of her big turned-on nipples into his mouth. He reached under and cupped her ass, squeezing the mounds and digging his fingers into her asscrease.

He was all over her, sucking and licking her tits and belly and thighs and ass. Then he moved up to her face and the redhead pulled his mouth down to hers. Lips parted, father and daughter tongue-dueled. She stabbed her tongue into his mouth and he sucked it eagerly inside. They exchanged spit and the teenage drunk it down as if it were a life-giving force.

Cliff was still dressed, and when they finally broke the kiss Darcy reached down and brushed her fingers over the big bulge in his crotch.

"Do you want my dick inside you?" he hissed. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

When the teenager nodded, he sat up on the bed and quickly stripped. His cock stood up, stiff and throbbing, and Darcy licked her lips as she stared at it.