Author: Tori Westwood

Publisher: Tori Westwood

Published: 1876

Total Pages: 53

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For years, Bella's never felt like she quite belonged in her family. Her Mother and Step-Daddy love her like nothing else, yet still, she cannot pin-point a source or explanation for her feelings. A sordid, accidental encounter with her Step-Daddy kick-starts a series of events that explain who Bella really is, and exactly why she feels the way she does. A desperate plea from her Mommy pushes the whole family closer together in unimaginable ways as each gives way to temptation, lust and love as they strive to stick together in spite of Bella's shocking realization. Warning: This 6,000+ word story contains explicit scenes of psuedo-incest, a hot Mommy-Daddy-Daughter threesome and steamy depictions of breeding. A story you won't soon forget. Strictly Adults Only. -Read An Excerpt- "Can I see it again, Daddy?" I asked, sat on the edge of the bed, hands on my knees, braced to sample the view once more and unable to contain my excitement. He opened his towel at the back and stretched it across his midriff, teasing me and enjoying it too by the looks of it. I was so excited I was almost wriggling as he pulled the towel taut to his waist, running it left and right across the outline of his fat cock and watching my face fill with glee. Then slowly he dragged it down himself, revealing his short pubic hair and then the beginnings of his thick shaft, looking wider now and strained downwards. I swallowed nervously as his cock sprang free, hungry for it and salivating as I watched him grip it in his hand whilst the towel dropped to the floor, pumping slowly along his length. I opened my legs and continued where I'd left off, circling my finger over my stiff clit and gazing at my Step-Daddy's big cock. We stayed a little away from each other at first, as if silently confirming that this was as risqué as we were going to get. I'd watch my Daddy's stiff cock as he worked it and he'd stare as I coaxed the juices out of my pussy and that would be that. Pretty soon though, we both realized mutual masturbation would not quench our thirst for each other. It simply wasn't enough. It was like staring at a dessert: After a while, you begin to wonder what it tastes like. My Daddy approached me as I sat on the bed, pumping his cock as he walked purposefully towards me. When he was close enough, I took my hand from my moist groove and wrapped it around his length, feeling the hot flesh in my midst for the first time and marveling at it as I held it close to my face.