I don't know what it is about seeing her in the kitchen that's gets me especially hard, she's making a fruit salad and maybe the blueberries remind me...of her nipples and the honey dew melon echoes the taut curve of her ass. "Daddy is hungry, baby girl." I grabbed her from behind, my cock just as hard as it was the first time so many years ago, after her mother had left us both to fend for ourselves. I was thirty-something then and she was, well, she was young. I thought she had been fast. ’ ‘Come cuddle with us.’ Bailey said. With that Colleen came over and put her head on my chest too. After about ten minutes I fell asleep. When I woke up Colleen was gone, which to be honest I was glad. I love my sister don’t get me wrong, but not the way I love Bailey. I watched her sleep until she woke up half an hour later and I said ‘I want you to know that was only a one-time thing. The only woman I want to be with is you from here on.’ ‘Good, because I couldn’t stand it that she got you. Beyond the exquisite beauty of the beach, I am used to seeing sexy swimmers every day. To be honest, I rarely notice anymore. But there was something different about her. She was striking.She first appeared for a month last January. Her fit 5’11” frame was laid out on a plush towel like a display of feminine perfection, yet not calling attention to herself. She wore a blue string bikini that barely covered, allowing the sun’s rays to have their way on her glistening tan skin. Dark glasses hid. He asked, again. “Sir … it’s probably inappropriate for me to question you but …” I took a breath, “You gave me away? Did I do something … or not do something?”He chuckled and pulled me close, “Oh … that’s what this is. He kissed the side of my head. “My sweet, slut. That’s what this is about?” He pulled me tight to his strong body and gently stroked my bare upper arm. “My sweet slut, Megan. I’m not giving you away to anyone, I’m sharing you with the best man you know.”“Not the best man, sir,.