“Tell me about your day.” I added, I started rubbing her calves, as she fidgeted around. She began rattling on about school, friends and a few of the families she babysat for. Connecting her phone to a wireless turntable that sat to the left of the mirror on her vanity, she played some of her favorite Beatles songs and danced her head and hips to the rhythm, as we continued our conversation. I listened as she complained about any number of things that were going on in her life. There was always drama in her life! And there was about to be a lot more!
“Hey Lindsey,” I chirped, “let me get your thoughts on this,” I continued, “I’ll text it to you.” I added.
Working my way up her thighs massaging gently, I felt her tense up a little bit, and then I pressed send. Sending her the three screenshots, that I had taken from her phone, a few days before. The anticipation of her response, had me holding my breath a bit, as I waited for her to realize just what it was that I now, already knew.
“Oh shit!”She hollered, jumping up to her knees, and scooting away, she threw herself into her hands and sobbed hysterically
“I can explain dad!” she wailed at me. “Oh God! Daddy! Oh no!” She continued.
“I would really like to hear you explain this!” I chortled, “please tell me,” I said, “what exactly did your brother mean, by him, liking the way you sucked his cock?!”
With that comment, she threw herself into her pillow, blubbering like a baby, and pounding her fists into her mattress. I gave her a couple minutes longer, to really spiral into a state of embarrassment and hopelessness. Then moving my way a long slide her flailing body and pressing my knee against her side, I softly caressed the long locks of her golden brown hair.
“There, there sweetie,” I reassuringly, “everything‘s gonna be just fine. I just want to know, what’s going on in that little head of yours?” I continued, stroking her hair and patting her on the back as she wept.
“Tell me, what’s going on Lindsay?” I repeated, “I know it’s nothing we can’t fix,” I said, and sliding my fingers across her back, I nudged side of her protruding breast, ever so slightly. She flinched abruptly when she felt my fingertips against the soft flesh hiding beneath the pink tank top that she wore.
“Dad!” She stumbled, “What are you doing?!” And slowly rising to her knees next to me, she brushed away the tear streaked hair from her face. Her mascara was messed, and looked incredibly sexy. Looking into her eyes, and wiping away her tears, I whispered soft, “Don’t worry baby, daddy will fix this. No one has to find out,” I said smiling. Then running my hand down the front of her chest, my eyes closed slightly,, wickedly…
“I’m serious! dad!” she said angrily, “Don’t touch me there!” Pushing my hands away violently, she flipped her hair back with disapproval.
“I don’t know what you’re so upset about,” I scoffed. “You sure didn’t seem to mind having your brothers cock stuffed down your throat!” I managed, through gritted teeth and now pushing back.
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