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Mary Elizabeth Brooks died in the autumn months of 2010, leaving behind her a loving husband and an only daughter. Clarissa had only been sixteen at the time of her mother’s death, and the suddenness of the bereavement had left her worryingly melancholic. Her mother had been her guiding light in life, and now that she was gone, the world had seemed a much crueller and darker place.*** Clarissa and her father’s relationship had strengthened in the convening years, each supporting the other. There had been numerous problems, but like all real families, the two of them had always found a way to cope. It was one month after the second anniversary of her mother’s death that her father, Frank, finally remarried. It was a grand affair of course, in which Clarissa had been granted the position of maid-of-honour. She smiled politely through the proceedings and supported her father, despite her deep-set reservations about her new ‘step-mother’, Hannah. She was well aware that it was a desperate cliché, but Clarissa hated Hannah passionately. It was true to say that they were always civil to each other, but this was more for her father’s benefit than anything else. As far as Clarissa was concerned, Hannah was nothing more than an interloper, a whore, here to take away her precious daddy.*** Clarissa spent the summer evenings after the wedding sitting on her bed with her back to the wall. She would wait in the darkness and listen for the sound of her father and step-mother coming to bed, her nightie hitched up around her middle. The sound of giggling would eventually permeate the adjoining wall, and she would let her hand playfully slip into the waistband of her panties in order to cup the smooth hair-less mound of her pussy. The giggling would soon subside of course, and Clarissa would close her eyes and listen as her father’s headboard would begin to tap against the wall rhythmically. Deep guttural moans would seep through the plaster and she would gently let the soft, puffy folds of her warm labia envelope her index finger, slowly applying pressure to the hardening button of her moistening clit. Her father would groan louder as his headboard struck the wall with greater escort force, and Clarissa would begin to stroke her slick slit in time with the tapping. Hannah’s shrill voice would yelp in short breathless bursts in response to her father’s groans: “Fuck me, Frank! Fuck me, Frank! Fuck me like your little bitch!” Clarissa would wriggle her fingertip inside her moist opening and rotate it in slow circles, drawing her knees up to her small chest and clenching her eyes and teeth shut. The headboard struck the wall with quickening pace and Clarissa worked her wetness in unison. Why can’t it be me? Why can’t it be me? Why can’t it be me? The headboard would suddenly fall silent. Clarissa would arch her back and come, her body twitching and tightening uncontrollably for the seconds that followed. She would then sit in the darkness once more and listen to as her father and Hannah share loving whispers, before they too finally fell silent. Clarissa would then sit and sob quietly in the darkness … alone. *** The old forest behind the house cut beautifully along the edge of the lake. Birds sang chaotically in the treetops as the sunlight cut through the branches and bright green leaves. Frank paused for a moment and looked up at the clear blue sky through his fingers; he smiled to himself at his good fortune before continuing the journey home. It was a secluded trail that snaked for at least two miles from the town to the old house by the lake. Frank trudged slowly behind his daughter who seemed increasingly eager to get home. Clarissa skipped ahead in her green wellington boots and knee length grey socks. Her white, floral summer dress billowed about her thighs; one of her thin shoulder straps had fallen carelessly down her freckled shoulder. Clarissa’s hair was strawberry blonde and wild; it bounced freely about her slim neck as she jogged ahead. The summer sun highlighted the outline of her body through the thin creamy material; her thin waist and the curve of her hips, the beautiful lines of her toned legs. Frank was struck by how much this young woman was beginning to look like Mary, and a sudden flash of sadness gripped him, but he quickly pushed bayan escort it to one side and hastened his pace in order to catch up with his daughter. Clarissa looked over her shoulder and smiled, “Jeez, Dad, if you walk any slower we won’t get back home until Christmas!” Frank laughed and shook his head before securing his grip on the bag of groceries he’d slung over his shoulder. “I’m in no hurry,” he panted, his eyes inadvertently admiring the curve of his daughter’s pert bottom. Clarissa grinned broadly before dashing along the path, hurtling passed a large clump of gnarly old oak trees. Frank stopped and wiped his brow with the back of his hand before checking his watch. Hannah would begin to worry unless they got home soon. “Don’t run!” Frank called after the girl, who had now almost completely vanished from sight. It had rained two nights previously, and although the trail was well worn, the damp had caused patches of the path to become slick with mud despite the glorious sunshine. Predictably, there was a sharp girlish shriek and then silence. Frank jogged along the path until he was confronted with the sight of his daughter, sat in the mud picking grit and dirt from her knee. “Ouch,” she muttered her eyes watery, “I slipped.” Frank helped Clarissa to her feet and walked her unsteadily towards a small clearing. She hobbled slightly and her left knee looked bloody and streaked with mud. His right arm was over her shoulder, his left on her firm lower belly as he guided her towards a pile of recently cut logs. Clarissa grimaced painfully as she moved and for a moment, Frank was certain that she’d broken her leg. Clarissa sat heavily on one of the larger logs and pulled her dress high up on her thighs so that her father could better see her injury. Frank knelt in front of the girl placing the bag of groceries against the tree stump. He shook his head, “I told you not to run,” he muttered as he examined the deep gash that ran horizontally across his daughter’s knee. Clarissa tried not to sob, but it was no use and her face was soon a river of tears. “Shit!” Clarissa whimpered, angry at her own bad luck, “it really bloody hurts.” Frank escort bayan smiled and picked some dirt from the bloody wound before moving her knee to the left in order to check for other injuries. Her dress opened a little and Frank froze as his daughter continued to whimper quietly. The gap in her dress had exposed the hairless indentation of her plump, pale pussy. “Jesus, Clarissa,” Frank whispered, “You’re not wearing any panties!” “I – I know,” the girl spluttered smiling, “I hate wearing underwear in the summertime, it’s too hot.” Her father shook his head in disapproval before averting his gaze and returned to picking at the dirt from her cut. Clarissa made no effort to close her legs, her sobbing slowed and she just sat there … waiting and wanting him to notice her. “You need to wear underwear,” Frank finally muttered trying to sound angry. Finally his gaze met his daughter’s, “it’s not lady-like to wander about with no underwear on!” Clarissa stifled a giggle before pouting dramatically and slowly opening her legs a little wider, tugging the hem of her dress a little higher around her hips and white belly. “So … I don’t look pretty then?” she teased. “Christ,” Frank shook his head and blushed. He looked her in the eye, her nakedness caused his penis to twitch uncontrollably in his jeans, but he did his best to ignore it. The smile on Clarissa’s face faded quickly as their eyes met and a deafening silence fell between them. Please kiss me. Please kiss me. Please kiss me. Please kiss me. Clarissa closed her eyes and puckered her full, pink lips, as if she were a princess in a fairy tale. Frank leaned forward and kissed her gently, his left hand squeezing her cool thigh firmly. It began as an unromantic gesture, but within moments Clarissa’s mouth had opened slightly and her father was planting stubbly kisses on her lips. Her arms wrapped around his neck and his hand slid effortlessly up her thigh, his thumb halting its journey a mere inch from her exposed privates. Frank’s tongue quickly pushed inside the young woman’s mouth and jousted playfully with her own warm, wet muscle. His cock twitched and began to harden uncomfortably in his jeans. Frank leaned over the girl as he kissed her supple neck. Clarissa closed her eyes and smiled as his warm lips marched steadily to her bare shoulders. He pushed her backwards and she slipped smoothly off of the log and onto her back in the undergrowth.
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