Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Who's Your Daddy? EP4

"You're terrible sir," she complained, trying unsuccessfully to stop a wide smile, and as she giggled I could see her nipples hardening and caught the quick glance she directed at my crotch. "Besides, I'm pretty sure that Kenny wasn't huge sir," she challenged, looking me right in the eyes before moving her gaze downward.

"I could put both of you in the story," I teased. "Beautiful teen sisters seduce Ivy Leaguers - call it something like 'Sam and Izzy's Island Orgasms'."

"You're terrible! I going back to work professor, I don't have all afternoon to fool around."

As I watched her as she strutted towards the door, her breasts bouncing proudly, her rear cheeks alive under the skimpy little boy-shorts she was wearing, I knew it was only a matter of time, and for the thousandth time in the last two weeks tried to justify what I was about to do.

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But strangely enough, it was the older Butler sister who was the first victim of my sexual hunger, of my perverse desires.

Izzy and Kenny returned to their little hollow three days later, a July Friday afternoon I'll never forget. I had sent Samantha to Nantucket early that morning with a list full of errands to perform, errands that I knew would keep her busy at least half the day, and that she probably wouldn't be back until the two o'clock ferry from Nantucket got in.

So, when I saw Izzy and Kenny walking up the beach, I knew I'd be able to watch them uninterrupted. My eyes, pressed against the powerful binoculars, never left the couple as they made love. I simply stroked my self in time with Kenny's feeble thrusts, fighting the almost overwhelming urge to rush down the beach and throw the boy aside and fill my girl with my hardness.

After they had made love two times they ran laughing hand in hand into the surf, and as I watched Isobel playing naked in the shallows, water droplets gleaming in the sunshine as they cascaded around and over her, I couldn't help but be reminded of her mom from so many years before. Although taller than her mom, she had the same slim figure, the long beautiful blond hair, the high, firm, pink tipped cones, the puffy nipples I knew would melt in my mouth, the powerful runners legs whose thighs would curl around my back, oh Jesus...

Kenny dressed and left after they'd swam but surprisingly Izzy lingered, and I watched as she lay on her towel in the hot bowl, tanning her naked body, allowing the sun to caresses her unprotected skin.

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"I'm just going for a quick swim Maria," I called back loudly towards the house as I walked toward the breaking surf, sure that Isobel just yards away, lying naked behind the dune, would easily hear me. I dropped the towel when I was still five yards from the water, and wondered as I took the last steps whether a blond head had popped over the top of the dune, and whether two blue eyes were now staring at me.

I stayed in the water for about five minutes, ending up a little way up the beach directly opposite Isobel's hiding place. As I had splashed in the still cool surf, I had seen her head peeking over the dune and knew she would be watching when I left the water.

with glimpses of my size before finally taking the last couple of steps to dry land. I quickly glanced up at the front window of my

from Izzy's hiding place, and shook my body, much as a dog would, sending a spray of droplets flying, letting her see my whole body. Then walking over to and picking up my small towel, I slowly dried my hair as I faced her. Would she do anything,

from between the dunes, topless and carrying her towel and top over

almost squealed as she raised her free

come from

she asked, ignoring my question while

"Uh huh. You too?"

tan... I mean I don't like the white lines, the," she stammered while letting her arm fall, exposing her perfect golden breasts, but the look in her eyes belied her

Kenny a little while ago in the ocean," and teasing, added, "you didn't look like you were wearing much

man you were kissing

"The hollow?"

Izzy. You know sweetie, that when I'm writing up in my room at the top of my tower and I look out the side window," and I turned and pointed up to where I knew Samantha watched, "I can see right into that little hollow." "Everything?" And when she saw me

for uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a

hard, erect points being answered by a lengthening, a hardening that she

whispered, our mouths seconds away

think I'm too

crazy Izzy,"

good shape sir, big. I mean not just

"I'm a man Isabel."

you... I mean... we can't ..." were her last words before my

into words the urgency, the excitement I felt as our mouths met and our bodies crashed together. It clearly had something to do with who her mother was, who she was, how many years I'd waited to be part of her life. I moved my mouth to her breast, and slowly licked the sea salt from her nipples before seizing one and drawing it into my mouth, my teeth lightly stretching it before I

and ran my tongue around her sensitive aureole I felt her tremble under my fingers. Bending I quickly moved my hands to her hips and lowered the

ran my fingers through her soft blond curls and cupped her pubic mound in my palm, lightly brushing her pink channel with

clasped on top of mine, pushing it against her. I then knelt in front of her and after grasping her rear cheeks in my hands, brought my tongue to her, running its rough, wet surface over her