Daddy’s Favorite Brat

Get a taste of what’s inside …

I wrapped my right arm behind daddy’s head and flicked Cari in the neck. She slapped my hand in reply. I put my other hand on daddy’s leg and pressed my tits against his arm. Cari copied me. Daddy looked from me to Cari.

“What are you girls doing?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I answered. “Why?”

“You’re both crowding me. There’s plenty of me to go around,” he joked.

“I hope so,” Cari said softly, drawing a glance from daddy.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

I was about to say something, but before I could answer, Cari grabbed daddy’s hand and put it under her shirt, right between her legs. I felt daddy’s posture stiffen and he snapped his gaze at Cari.

She smiled at him, shifting her eyes to me for a moment. That bitch, I thought. This was unexpected. She was escalating the competition faster than normal. I grabbed his other hand and did the same thing. The moment his fingers brushed my mound, I got wet.

Daddy jerked his hands away from both of us and got off the couch, then spun around to face us.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded.