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Centerfold Daughter

... heard his son's deep bass voice, "No way. He never stays up this late." He turned his head as Chelsea stuck hers in the doorway to the living room. "Daddy! You ARE up!" she squealed. Then she frowned. "Is anything wrong? Why are you still up?" She came into the room. Lee didn't answer. He couldn't answer right then. He stared at Chelsea. She looked exactly like she did every other night. Her blond hair was tied back in a pony tail. She had on a running suit - Fubu or something like that, and white tennis shoes. She did NOT look like the cum-soaked slut in the magazine. "Daddy?" said his sweet, innocent, cum-soaked daughter. "What's wrong Daddy?" She came further into the room. Austin was right behind her. He too looked upset. "Dad" he said. "What's up?" Lee shook his head. He couldn't get the vision of his naked daughter out of his head. "Nothing" he said shortly. "I just had a hard day. That's all." He f***ed himself to look back at the TV. He had no idea what was on, but tried to look like he'd been watching it. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his son cup his hand and make "I think he's been drinking" motions with it to his s****r. She looked all around the room, apparently looking for empty glasses or bottles or whatever, then shrugged her shoulders and jerked her head at her b*****r. "Well, we're done with the decorations. It looks pretty good. I think I'm going to grab a shower and hit the sack. "Night Daddy." She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek about the ...

... same time as he turned his head. She ended up pecking him on the lips instead. He felt his cock lurch and tried to f***e his mind on other things. "Night baby." he said auLeeatically. Both k**s trooped off upstairs. Lee sat there, stewing. The next morning was Saturday and Lee got up early, mostly because of the dreams he'd had the night before. If dreams came true in another dimension, then both his daughter and Miranda A were even more cum-soaked than ever, and pregnant to boot. And this time it was HIS fault, not some faceless man with a big dick. He'd have to wash his sheets again, but this time it was from sweat. He was standing at the stove making bacon and eggs when Austin came in the room. He was dressed and obviously on his way somewhere. He made a peanut butter sandwich and left, munching on it. It suddenly occurred to Lee that he had an ally in Austin. After all, if Austin knew that some guy had spewed sperm in his s****r's pussy, he'd want to kill the guy himself, right? "Austin, I need to talk to you about something." he said, without thinking it through any more than that. Austin looked up. "OK, but make it quick. I've got to be somewhere in twenty minutes." Lee started to say something, but he needed more time. Anyway, he heard Chelsea coming down the stairs. A split second later Chelsea wandered into the kitchen. This morning she was dressed in what she called her nightgown. It was, in reality, one of Lee's old T shirts. It had a picture of the band KISS on the ...