NEALE SOURNA's NCAD Volume 1, Number 1
"Laila: Cozy With Daddy"

EXCERPT:

Alice was doing adult stuff Daddy says I’m too young to do with boys. Or girls. Or with myself, alone. Stuff he knows some kids my age do, “wh-which isn’t w-wrong, exactly, Laila,” is how he puts it, before refusing to discuss it further, except to say, “You can ask me anything, Laila. About s-sex. I don’t want others teaching you. Teaching you the wrong things. It should be m-me teaching you—.”

That’s when he always gulps then pinches and bites his lips shut. Daddy doesn’t want to think of me, or anyone, touching me, like that. I was alone with Alice, who swears she doesn’t look like that plumpish, spunky Dixie Chick, Natalie--but she does. We were alone in the girls’ gym locker room, she was lying on a towel over the wood bench by our lockers, stark naked, except for gym socks, sneaks, and her gold crucifix.

Alice was touching herself, so I looked closer, smelling her, as her dark, painted nails of her long, pale fingers disappeared in and out, in and out, covered in glistening wet, muskiness, as she parted the soaked platinum blond, curly pubes, pulling back and revealing flushed, deep pink--.

Alice was rubbing, pinching, inserting, writhing, moaning--.

J. H.! I couldn’t bear it. I actually licked Alice’s juicy pussy, and loved it! She kept writhing against my face, smothering my in plump, musky, hot flesh, and tart juice, juice, juice. I kept getting it in my nose. Then, I felt Daddy behind me, his naked, hot skin on my naked skin, his hard and thick--.

Fuck! Sorry, my stupid alarm abruptly woke my burning brain, but my body remained hot, sweaty, and . . . slippery, as I started my school day.

As you know, I’m Laila. Laila Mariah Deever. What you don’t know is that I’m multiracial (African/Native American and European American) with shoulder length, medium auburn, thick, wavy hair, large root beer brown eyes with gold wire frames [I’m nearsighted and don’t care for contact lenses.], and cream tan skin. 5’3”-ish and 104 lbs. Straight A’s and Valedictorian frontrunner.

Let’s face it, shall we. Daddy Ross is gorgeous. Not quite classic handsome, his face is too interesting for that, it’s a great and fantastic face with lots of sexy good structure and character in it; the most perfect, mixed silver and black wavy to curly hair; tiny laugh crinkles; and a superdashing, black mustache and beard. And a body to make you certain you want to do outrageous sin, day and night.

And I completely belong to him, of course.

He’s my real Dad, no matter what Momma and the birth certificate she showed me says. He adopted me and loves me. Genetic Sperm Dad is an ass wipe. Period. Momma dated them both, simultaneously, before I was born. Which is kinda huge old ew! and slutty!, especially since the really queer and creepy thing is that they even kinda look like brothers, explaining why people often think Daddy Ross is my genetic dad.

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Daddy’d gotten out to get a beer, and there it was, dangling between his thighs, a black patch of hair at its root. He was entirely naked, so was my uncle! Two cocks!! Matching nads included! I squeezed my thighs tight together, until my hip joints hurt, watching them sitting on the tub’s edge.

Uncle Stan went to bed, while Daddy stayed, dangling his legs up to the knee in the bubbly water, so I saw him touch it. I reached into my pink cotton panties, so I could do like Alice’d done in my dream, and touched my dark auburn covered hairy slot, rubbing myself wet, for the first time, fingers slick, while I watched him slowly stroke himself.... BUY

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