By now I am running my hands up and down her legs, around to her ass, and then in between legs. I can tell that she is excited and wanting me again, b...cause she was so wet between her legs. Her legs parted a little and let my hand in between her legs better.She started moaning again, and started to buck her hips against my hand. Now I was getting closer to her pussy and could smell her fragrant musk and got even turned on more. My cock was throbbing now and I could feel pre-cum soaking a spot. You whimper at first and beg me not to, but I persist and keep telling you how much daddy loves you. Finally, you look into my eyes and open your lips. Oh my god! I am so wicked! I am so sinful and nasty and wicked! I am making you suck my cock! It feels so wonderful, so erotic and deliciously wicked! I am fucking my baby girl's mouth! I can feel your tongue swirling over the head of my dick. I can feel your pursed lips sliding up and down the shaft of my hard cock! Yes, Princess! Yes, sweet. From that day on, every chance I got, as soon as my brothers would leave to go somewhere, I would head for their bedroom. I would quickly rifle through a new magazine that I hadn’t looked at before. Always careful to put things back exactly where I found them. It wasn’t always easy to go look at the magazines. Someone always seemed to be home. The last thing I needed was to get caught in their room, or coming out of their room. I decided to take it one step further...what if I took a magazine?. She was so knowledgeable in all areas and I learned so much from my older sister. All I had to do was watch Melinda and I would learn something new. Cooking, cleaning, fixing things, or even plumbing, Melinda could do it, but it was sex she did best. I know this because she taught me about it. It was the reason why I fell in love with her. I was a senior in high school and it was a normal morning where Melinda and I shared the bathroom; her getting ready for work and me getting ready for.