Ok, deal I said and e told me to come to an adress coming Saturday just five minutes from where we lived.Saturday I went over and knocked on the door....It was opened by my brother who smiled and said I was not going to regret this. In the next room his friend from the soccer team, a Maroccan guy (Rob) I met a few times before was sitting chatting with a blonde girl in my own age. He greeted me and introduced me to the girl, called Sue. So what's up I asked, a little confused. Didn't your brother. I knelt on the floor, resting my hands on my thighs. “Now, you want to make it up to Daddy, don't you, princess?” You asked, brushing your thumb against my cheek again. I nodded in response, but you quickly slapped my face, making my cheek sting. “Use your words. Unless you want me to take them away?” “I'm sorry, Daddy. Y-yes, I want to make it up to you.” I quickly responded, looking up at you with eager, anxious eyes. “Good.” You smirked, unfastening your belt. My eyes were fixated on your. My fingers slid towards the no man’s land between ass cheeks delving a probative finger towards her rosebud anus. My breathing was quickening as my arousal climbed as my younger sister had barely acknowledged my explorations thus far but that would soon change. Wanting easier access to that glorious ass required removal of those pesky panties. Grasping the waist band with both hands and gently tugging started the downward journey of those sheer pink panties. Slightly raised hips made for easier. He then asked who wanted to go first. Samantha said she would if he would take off her clothes. Dad began removing her jeans slowly remembering what I had said to him, but it's funny how your clothes stay on when they're the correct size! He then removed her tee shirt.Dad kissed Samantha just below her belly button once, and then had her turn half way around. He started kissing her back and then began working his way downward. He pushed her shoulders forward to make her bend over. As dad then.