Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Who's Your Daddy? EP3

Jesus!

She left that first day at three, and would've been content to stay all day if I hadn't shooed her out finally, carrying five books and three CD's of new stories and notes and promising, "I'll get right to work on this tonight sir." As a parting shot, she said with a sexy grin, obviously teasing me and testing my response at the same time, "I took three of your old 'Erotic' books too professor, that's a genre I don't know much about."

"You don't? I thought all you young, modern girls fell asleep reading 'Vagina Monologues', and the like," I laughed.

"Ha, ha, ha professor. But if I do need something explained I'll ask Isobel. She's quite the expert," she exclaimed as she started down the stairs.

"Is she?" I asked as her head dropped through the hatch and she disappeared. But I couldn't help but wonder just how innocent my little, sweet Samantha was, and just how come those top two buttons had come undone.

The week that followed was the happiest I'd had in years, as I couldn't help but be continually delighted by the presence of this young girl I'd always loved but never known. She was smart and funny and kind and sexy; everything a father could ever ask for in a daughter.

She'd arrive at eight and we'd work for an hour and a half before breaking for a quick swim and then a breakfast prepared by my housekeeper and cook, Mrs. Gomez, Maria. Samantha had been surprised the first day we swam; unable to stop gawking when I appeared by the pool in just a small bathing thong.

Finally, after staring at me for seconds as I walked toward her, she blurted, "Gee professor, is that all you swim in?"

"You're lucky he's wearing anything," Maria interjected crankily.

"What?"

"The good professor usually swims totally naked honey. In the ocean or in the pool, always naked," Mrs. Gomez complained, a broad grin on her face. "You can't run around with your thingamajig bouncing in front of that poor, innocent girl, I told him," she said smiling.

"But what about you Mrs. Gomez?"

"I'm an old widow Miss, a small little thing like that doesn't bother me," she laughed.

"Is it really that small Mrs. Gomez," Sam grinned back as I retreated from the two females and jumped into the pool.

for the day, we found ourselves back lounging by

have to wear it for my sake, you know sir," she said as she glanced over at

if I do Sam, it's bad enough I have you reading erotica," I answered, unable not to gawk at the perfect young body that

could respond she had the skimpy bra untied

She was bigger, both rounder and fuller, than her mom or sister were. Her aureoles were large and brown, much darker than her mom's pink circles. And

going to put them in chapter three of my latest little book, you know, when

she protested as she threw her towel at me, her breasts jiggling

close my eyes and ignore her, I saw how she

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mornings later she arrived early, just after seven-thirty, and was sitting, sipping coffee by the pool and talking to Maria, when I walked through the sea grass separating the beach from my yard. She pretended embarrassment at my nudity, but I could see the interest, the excitement in her eyes as they raked over me,

one of the only two women in the world I shouldn't make love with. And yet I knew that even that age old taboo wouldn't stop me, that the eighteen year separation I'd been forced to endure was somehow

ten days after Samantha had started that another event occurred

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Kenny White, a Dartmouth sophomore, a boy whose family had been coming to the island for the last five years. Izzy looked stunning in a skimpy, yellow bikini top and tight, blue jean

quietly at her desk and facing inland, hadn't noticed her sister as she skipped by on the beach, leading Kenny by the hand, a bright smile on her face. I lost them for a second as they slipped between a dune about twenty yards down the beach but then they appeared

toward them. She pulled him towards her, and I knew immediately that she was the aggressor, and watched transfixed

stood and grabbed the binoculars from the desk, a questioning look on her face, wondering what had

the little hollow, the yellow bra thrown carelessly aside in their haste. He was sprawled atop her

quickly saw the surprise flash across her face when she recognized her sister. "But..." she mumbled, "Why's Izzy doing that..?" And then I saw the blush spread across

both watched as Kenny stood and hurriedly dropped his shorts, and Sam almost moaned when she saw his prick standing out from his stomach. "We shouldn't watch," she mumbled towards the window, unable to move her

Sam grabbed the other pair of binoculars and we watched silently shoulder to shoulder, watched him slide his cock in her,

hurried pumping he came rapidly, his bodies pumping ejaculations obvious even to us as we watched

sausage that lay dripping on his thigh

something new to write about tonight Sam," I whispered, startling her

gasped and turning back to the couple I saw Isobel's left