If you wish to read native English, please proceed to other authors' work simply because it is not my mother tongue.
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The next night, after dinner, I was standing before the large window in the sitting room and watching the sunset scenery. Suddenly, a warm body pressed onto my back. Needless to say, from the soft touch of the pair of braless busty boobs, I knew it was Rosie. Both of us stood still and enjoyed the quietness and comfort of the moment. However, Rosie's hands did not stay idle. She began to caress me; one hand was stroking my chest whilst the other was moving to my lower part and finally stopped at my crotch. She was rubbing my penis gently. My little brother soon reacted and stood up immediately. A tent was built.
I took hold of her rubbing hand and said, "Don't do that."
"What!" she said indignantly, "You don't need me anymore after you have vented your lust on that bitch, Mary?"
Mary was my mistress and it was no secret. Since I had moved in Rosie's house, I only met her once in a nearby motel.
"It's unfair." Rosie continued, "She could swallow yours, but I couldn't even touch it."
I turned around, embraced her and tenderly kissed her forehead. "Not the same, my dear. I'm your father."
"Father what? No big deal." She pursed her lips.
"It's incestuous between father and daughter. I'm contented with what we've done. I cannot cross the red line."
"I'm already a grown-up daughter, dad. You needn't give me such lesson! You diehard feudalist!"
Suddenly, she hugged me tightly and kissed me. Her tongue drilled into my mouth. It was wandering around like a snake. It was so warm and soft that I could stand anymore. My tongue was reflexively chasing hers. This was the first time I had kissed my daughter in such a manner. I was very excited, and while kissing her, I was fiercely kneading her boobs and buttocks. In response, her thighs were rubbing my lower part.
For at least a minute, we had both been enjoying the French kiss. Rosie looked up at me and with a mischievous smile said, "Is it incestuous, Dad?" I was at the moment wordless.
"Good night, Dad. Have a good dream!" She then turned on her heel and left. I was completely lost and could not make any response.
Everything was normal next day until evening. When I was watching TV in the sitting room, Rosie materialized. She was wearing nothing except a black strapless bra and a white G-string. She stood in front of me and made a 360-degree-turn.
"Dad, do I look good?"
Oh, my goddess! The small cloth of the briefs barely covered her slightly swollen pussy, and her fully rounded buttocks were separated by only a thin strap, not to mention her attractive plump 36C boobs, which stood out from the bra like two mounds. The curves composed a perfect body. I found her very attractive.
"Marvelous!" I swallowed hard and said, "You're extraordinary beautiful!"
"Really?" She gave a shy smile.
"Ha, ha... I now know what a fig leaf looks like." I giggled while pointing at her loincloth.
"Making fun of me, ah." Her face reddened as a peach blossom. "Ok, I don't need this anymore."
She was trying to remove her G-string.
"Don't... Rosie.〞I became a little flustered and stopped her.
"No big deal, Dad. You've seen it when I was little." She, however, stopped pulling down the loincloth.
"Ok, let's start our work." She smiled shyly and untied her bra.
Her large rounded boobs were at once jiggling freely. Wow! What a magnificent view! Except with the G-string, she was fully naked.
Unabashedly she was putting her nipple into my mouth. Whilst sucking, my hands were also working hard dishonestly, wandering around her breasts, buttocks and abdomen. As I had strengthened the strokes, Rosie panted and gave out intermittent moans - moans of ecstasy.
As on the previous occasions, except her pussy, I had fondled every part of her mature and sensual body. Each time when my hand was approaching her labia, she would initiatively part her knees and her vagina would be open to me. But same as before, I would hold back my desire from going further because I had thought that without touching her private parts, it was far from being incestuous. "At least and at last, I'm still clear-headed." I thought happily.
After milking, Rosie sat on my lap, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. Not until that I had been flushed and begun panting, her lips moved away. She looked at me and her watery eyes were full of desire and passion.
"Feel any difference between feeding your baby and me?" I asked wittily.
"No special feeling when feeding my baby," her face reddened and replied softly, "but for you, I was always thinking of those affairs between men and women."
"How long have you been together with your husband?"