Brookside Photoshoot, part II
Continued from Part I
"Oh, Gawwd, no! You're spos'ta be in bed," Christie exclaimed. "Daaaad!" The slutty little tart with her hand on her daddy’s cock had suddenly turned into a mortified big sister.
“Misty!” her father gasped as he pulled away and fumbled with his pants. The little girl looked surprised.
“What’s wrong, daddy? Whatcha doin’? You look sooo pretty, Christie!” Her sister looked a little less upset and even gave her sibling a tiny smile.
“Your sister is right, Misty, you’re supposed to be in bed,” her father said, zipping up. I noticed that the white frilly 'dress' she was wearing was actually a little girl nightie, short enough to expose her slender legs to the top. Swiveling my camera I snapped a couple of candid pictures just to capture the moment. The lighting wasn’t perfect, but that could be corrected.
“Why, daddy? I’m almost 12 and you said I could stay up until 10 o’clock unless it’s a school night. I don’t wanna go to bed! I want to stay up and watch!”
“Well, honey, you know big girls get their pictures taken for the web site, but you’re still too little. You just need to be patient. You’ll be 13 before you know it, and then you can be on there with your sister.”
“Aw, daddy, I can’t wait that long! Two years is forever! Christie looks so beautiful and grown up. Besides, I see girls all over the neighborhood naked almost every day. Why can’t I at least go topless?”
“Now see here, young lady. It’s bad enough you see things like that at your age, I certainly am not going to let you do them. Now you turn around right now and march off to bed. We’ll talk about this when you’re closer to 13.”
Misty looked crestfallen and gave her father a look that would melt a glacier. She hung her head and turned reluctantly to go.
“Daddy, wait,” her sister said. “She has to learn about sex sometime. Maybe this would be a good way for her to find out. Safe with her family; people who love her.”
He turned his stern glance back to his older daughter, but there was no way to miss a softening of his expression or a hardening in his trousers. I couldn’t blame him. Christie was a wet dream who was going to get whatever she wanted from any man for the rest of her life. She gazed up at her father from where she still sat, perched on the edge of her bed. You could see his resolution crumble.
“Well. Ahem. Then… alright, young lady, but you sit down right there at your sister’s dressing table and you do not move or I will send you directly to your room. Is that understood?”
I got a shot of Misty’s face as her pout morphed into a joyous smile. “Yes, daddy! Yes, daddy. Oh goody, goody, goody!” She skipped across the room and planted her pretty little butt in her sister’s chair, looking eagerly at her father. I repositioned my tripod so I could get all three in the frame.
Christie turned her full attention back to her father’s distended trousers. She reached eagerly for his zipper and repeated her actions of a few moments earlier. In no time she was lovingly examining his rampant cock cuddled in her soft hands like a warm puppy, noticeably bigger and harder than before. He let out a soft moan, his younger daughter forgotten as he basked in Christie’s loving attention.
She gazed at her father’s cock with awe as she hefted each ball individually in her palm, then turned her attention to the shaft. I captured each delightful moment as she examined it from root to tip and began to stroke him tentatively with one hand. Her eyes glowed with enchantment as a pearly droplet appeared from the tip and slipped down the front of his shaft to her waiting fingers. She paused, drew her fingertip upward along its path, and wonderingly rubbed the liquid between finger and thumb, delighting in the slippery texture. Her father moaned softly as his head rolled back and his eyes closed.
Christie’s confidence increased in response. Now she wrapped her hand around his shaft and began stroking him, watching as more of his pre-cum began to flow from his cock head. Intent on what she was doing, neither of them saw little Misty slip quietly away from the table and kneel beside her sister. Fortunately the camera noticed.
Her father began grunting loudly in time to each of his daughter’s quickening strokes. She brought her face to within an inch of the tip and I began to hope that she would part her lips and take him between her bright red lips. Alas, it was not to be. As she leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on the tip of his cock, her father lost control. The first spurt erupted against her closed lips, but her gasp of surprise allowed most of it to disappear into her mouth, even as her next stoke sent his second spurt upward into her hair and across her forehead. Her little sister gave a squeal of delight as Christie received pulse after pulse on her happy, glowing face. Then, in an unselfish act of sisterly love, Christie pivoted the spurting hose toward her excited little sister.
I captured every moment, even if Misty wasn’t allowed to post her pictures. Her sister got the most hits on the Brookside Girls site that year, and it turned out to be very good for my business. I’m in high demand, and I thoroughly enjoy my work. Plus, now that Misty is old enough, she has some interesting shots to go with her first nudes. They show a very cum-stained nightie.
You'll be glad to hear that Christie and Misty went on to better things as Fuckable 14s at Her Daddy's House Teen Bordello.
