Free Family Secrets by Moon Lightwood

smooth her skin was. And
right then, her eyes had fluttered and the lids had lifted,
revealing a set of sleep-dreamy eyes that were as innocent as the
rest of her features in that dark, starry night.
    "Daddy?" she'd asked, her voice still thick
from after having dozed off. Not that Luke could have blamed the
girl; she'd cum at least three or four times, squirting her
precious little heart out in the process. That should have made
anybody tired.
    But with that one word, Luke felt a dryness
in his mouth that came on instantly. She'd stopped calling him
"Daddy" or "Dad" right after she'd found out that he knew about her
and Scott. Ever since then, he'd been "Luke" to her with no other
title go with that he knew of. When he'd first heard her call him
by his first name, he'd been hurt by it, but at the same time it
had been a somewhat logical response to the situation and he'd
accepted it. Nobody could have everything, but it had hurt that
after all the years of building their relationship he'd been
demoted to "Luke." Not that he could blame her, and not that he'd
had any great solutions to any of his life's problems.
    Back then, when she'd first started calling
him by his first name, he'd adjusted, but hearing her call him
Daddy again made him feel strange…strange and delighted in some
sick, backward, perverse way. And she only did it during something
sexual he noticed. After she'd given him that blowjob for the first
time, she might have been calling him Daddy while it had been going
on, but when Susan got home, he'd become Luke to her once again and
she hadn't acted as if anything had changed between the two of
them. Britt was a good actress he was wroth to notice, and he
thought it was both good and terrible that she was.
    His cock had twitched in his underwear
hearing her call him Daddy, and it had only solidified the idea
that in his head that he'd wanted more of her. His first thought
had been to tell her to stop calling him that, but that perverse
part of his maleness didn't want her to stop it. That twisted part
of his mind and anatomy liked when she called him that. Dare
he admit it, he loved it when she called him Daddy and groaned it
when he was deep inside her.
    "Roll over," he'd said to her. Slowly
Brittney had obeyed his request, rolling her body from her side to
her back, spreading her legs in the process. Most of her body was
still covered by the top bed sheet, but Luke had remedied that in
seconds, and in the next second, he'd climbed onto her bed and had
started crawling over to her with a hungry look in his eyes.
    What he was truly hungry for Brittney found
out only a few minutes later after he'd sucked her nipples with a
fervor she had never felt in her life. Never had Scott sucked her
nipples that way before, with such skill and madness that she
nearly came from the sensations of his mouth sucking ferociously,
nibbling, and gently biting her tits, going from one and then the
other. It wasn't until she'd begun panting from the treatment of
her breasts alone that he'd snaked his hands lower, down the path
of her torso, until he got to the thong she'd been wearing. It
wasn't until later—weeks later—that he found out why she slept in a
thong most of the time.
    Scott had been the one to suggest that she
wear thongs to bed sometimes because he loved to have her pussy
already wet if he just so happened to sneak into her bedroom one
night, and he claimed that the friction the thin material of the
thong provided rubbed against her clit and in the crack of her ass,
turning her on without her realizing it. She had to admit that
wearing thongs weren't just about not showing panty lines, but it
was about the great turn-on affect as well. She hadn't always been
in the mood to have sex with Scott in the past, but the thong
usually gave her leeway. As long as she had on a thong or g-string
when Scott came into her room, she was always wet even if she
wasn't at all horny.
    But as Luke had grabbed the material and
started