Stacy 4 - Sex Stories

Stacy 4

... Jack. If Mummy heard you call her 'old folks' she would stab you to death with a spoon!" ++++++++++ As was usual, Mom rode shotgun beside Dad. I was first to wander out to the car, to keep up appearances, and then a minute later Stacy trotted out. "I swear that girl dawdles on purpose," Mom sighed. "You shouldn't have let her take the day off college," she admonished Dad. "No harm done," he replied, slipping to the brat's defence as he always did. Stacy was his angel and could do no wrong, even when caught red-handed. Our eyes tracked the imp as she swayed toward the car, a youthful bounce to her step. When she slid into the back seat beside me, Dad turned around to glance at us, "Everybody ready?" "Daddy?" "Yes Pumpkin?" "I'm going to miss you terribly. It will be Hell having to put up with Jack on my own for the weekend." She leant forward and hooked her arms around his seat and chest to give him a big hug. I rolled my eyes in contempt at the familiar sight of the brat in action. "Right," said Dad, happily. "Let's get this show on the road and see if we can make our train, shall we?" Forty minutes later, we were all stood in a bunch on the railway platform saying our goodbyes. While Mom gave the brat a long tight hug, Dad and I exchanged manly nods. "You will look after her, won't you, Jack?" "Sure, Dad." "I mean it, son. Lay off the booze and don't abandon her to go out with your friends." "Right," I sighed. The lecture would be shorter if I just agreed with everything. ...

... "You and Mom have a good time." "We will. I'm going to make sure of it." We both stood waiting whilst Mom kissed Stacy goodbye. I watched as she released my little s****r and homed in on me. There was a special glint in her emerald eyes as she slid her arms around me, pressed her body close and looked up into my face, "You'll be okay, Honey?" "Mom!" I protested. The way she was with me you would think I was ten instead of twenty-eight. Her hands caressed my back as she kissed me. "Don't let the little minx run you ragged, okay?" I grinned down at her, "I can handle the brat." She chuckled her musical laughter, "Stop calling her that!" A mischievous smile spread across her face, "Even if she does warrant it." "Have a good time Daddy," Stacy said, kissing his lips and squirming up into his arms so that he had to cup her under her butt while she hugged the breath from him. Finally he kissed her again and lowered her back to the floor. She put her hands behind her back, gripped her wrist and pouted up at him, "Daddy?" "Yes, Peanut?" "Are you going to bring me back a present?" she asked coyly, wiggling her shoulders from side to side like a little girl. As always, Dad went smiling into the brat trap. "Of course I am, Honey." "That's nice," she said wistfully, turning the full Stacy charm on him. "But I wouldn't want you taking time out from your holiday to waste it looking for something for me. How about you just give me some money now, and I buy my own present?" I groaned when I ...