“We’re f*****g like bunnies,” Daddy said softly. “We need to slow
down or you’re going to get pregnant.”
We were out in the pool together. Mom was in the garden, out of hearing distance. Daddy’s favorite thing to do when we were either dressed or in swimsuits was to gently flick or pinch my n*****s through my clothes.
It drove me crazy. It was like the very tips of my n*****s were connected to my c**t.
“You know what happens when you do that,” I told him.
He gave me a wicked smile and pulled a little harder on my n*****s.
“What would you do if she caught us?” I asked.
“I do not want to hurt your mom. It’s not like I planned this.”
The truth was that I didn’t want to hurt her, either. But I wanted Daddy, and I wanted him all to myself.
“How often do you f**k her?” I asked.
He look
