" But Mitch will think I'm breaking my promise," Kris pointed out."That's fine," said Jessica, as if that made sense. "And don't tell him what you tol... Lulu." What's that?" asked Kris."That you thought it would look better on her." Oh," he said, flushing."It's OK," said Jessica. "You're not supposed to lust after me." I wish I understood what was going on," moaned Kris."You will someday. Just remember what I said. You can do it. I have faith in you."Then she got up and left.Harper got out of. My naked feet sort of plopped plopped plopped on the hardwood floor back to the kitchen. I could see in a mirror on the wall, Daddy was watching my every step. I took a moment to rub my pussy, I could smell my arrousal, when I bought him a second beer, I was sure he could too. There was a bulge in his pants as he watched Sex in the City. I almost laughed out loud. Daddy went to bed at 10:00, and I hurried to my room to spy on him. Fifteen minutes later he was in bed, cock in hand. I. ‘It was your idea!’‘I didn’t tell you to sniff and lick my sister’s knickers…’I felt myself go even redder, but didn’t put the panties down. I was too captivated.‘You know she’s fucking Brad at the moment?’‘Is she? No, I didn’t know. He’s supposed to be hung like a horse.’‘Yeah – you’ve no idea what might be in those! Essence of Brad, perhaps?’The thought seemed to amuse him. But I still held onto the panties, thinking about Brad fucking Louise, and her putting her panties back on afterwards. I. .. just waiting for the official divorce notification paperwork to arrive the day after Christmas.She had nothing to do now except sit and rock away in the little desk chair. Even the old vintage television set was broken and the surly motel clerk showed no signs of replacing it anytime soon or even moving her to another room with a working one. Or a room where the faucets didn't also leak and the electric heater was only barely putting out enough warmth to be felt a few feet away, at most. She.