I wondered what she would do if I just didn't answer, and realized that I didn't want to know. I pulled myself together and went to the door.I opened ...he door to see a very different Serena from the one at the restaurant. This Serena was pale, with red eyes and no makeup. This Serena was one I hadn't seen before. Gone was the calm and collected woman I remembered so well and the one that I spoke with four days ago. I was shocked at the difference in so short of a time. I noticed with a start. He used his hands to spread her pussy open. He slowly teased her wet pussy, gently licking the juices from her labia. Every now and then he would flick her swollen clitoris with his tongue. After a few minutes, she reached down and buried his face in her pussy. He began to slurp his tongue deep inside her as he fingered her tight little ass. She loved her brother and the way he made the feeling explode to the surface again. Then she pulled away."Did I do something wrong?" questioned. Daddy doesn’t want you to grow up. He likes to take care of you. Does it make you feel special here too, Love?” He began to flick his finger over my clit and I saw that my nub was starting to harden and peek out from under its hood.I giggled. “Mmmmm…that makes me tingle there, Daddy! It kinda feels like I gotta make peepee sometimes! I like it lots!” I cooed happily, completely shedding my pouty attitude from before.He laughed at me. “Aaaww….Daddy’s girl is so precious! There we go! All done!. The bell rang. She was late for class.Her shoes squeaked as she strode through the hallway, water dripping off of her, leaving damp puddles in her wake. Her math class was on the first floor, and she quickly reached it, pushing into the door. "Sorry I'm late, Mrs, Skinner," she said, smiling at the woman."That is inexcusable," the teacher snapped, her face, framed by brown curls, stern. "Not right at all."She looked down. "I'm humbly sorry." You need to see the Principal. Zane, come with us as.