And..." I look up with dread, realizing she hasn't finished yet. "You have to play it off like it's been a great time after every time you babysit me. You convince them to go out again, and I won't tell... Simple as that." Dracula!" I called out as the silver Labrador retriever hurtled towards me. His training forgotten, Dracula launched himself at me. One hundred pounds of pure love and muscle slammed into me so hard I fell onto my ass. A wet nose snuffled. A rough tongue rasped. And best of all, giggles floated through the air - Michelle watching with delight as Dracula greeted me. I discovered something magical. I discovered Michelle had a different scent when she slept and it was quite simply the best scent I'd ever smelled, bar none.

Dracula, come!" I yelled, heading down to the stable. I'd feed the horses early so I could take the rest of the day off; assuming I didn't need to shovel the roof again. Brrrr," she said and snuggled deeper to my side, a cold nose pressed against me. She shivered. "Hug me, Mitch. I'm cold." I began counting to ten as I hear her feet patter away, in the direction of the kitchen. "...9...10, Ready or not here i come!!" I open my eyes and begin to look around the living room making it seem like i didn't know where she had headed. I blushed, he must’ve thought I was upset for how close he had placed his hand. “It’s okay.” I said. “It was a suggestion.” His other arm he wrapped around me, lower when I was wearing a bra but no t-shirt; but when my bare breasts were hidden behind a bulky shirt, he got high enough so that I could feel his arm brush up against them.Preoccupied with arousing musings about my niece, I didn't hear the shower stop or notice her enter the kitchen.

Alone again, my mind drifted. Too many new things had emerged in the last day or so. It was disorienting and a bit overwhelming. Michelle was perfectly charming. She was sweet and her pleasure at simple things in life was contagious. But the powerful desire to see her wake up in bed with me again was disconcerting. I couldn't remember seeing anything so beautiful as her soft morning smile.

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I glanced down and became even harder. Her hand was so obviously young. It rested over my crotch right on top of a constrained erection and the sight was inordinately erotic. MICHELLE FELT HER HEART still racing. She ran to the bathroom shivering from cold. She still felt the fright at being so high in the air on Lucifer. But the way he moved, big and so strong, and so fast, it was much, much better than she'd ever thought. Since forever she'd dreamed of riding a horse and, since coming here, Mitch had refused saying he wouldn't take the risk of her falling with her head still not healed. orphan_account Fandoms: Father/Daughter - Fandom, Incest - Fandom, Family Sex - Fandom, Young Love - Fandom, Older Man/Younger Girl - Fandom Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?" I asked in awe. I'd never have suspected a ten-year-old girl could be so stunning, so sexy.

The scent of Michelle hit me, delicate with a hint of a warm shampoo-like fragrance and underneath it, a seductive aroma of pure sleeping girl, unique and utterly Michelle. I glanced at her eyes, so observant and aware. There was no mischief, no smiles, no obvious artifice. A very pretty little ten-year-old girl was asking me quite honestly if I wanted to engage in sex with her. I smiled slightly. "I'm sure, but thanks," I said.

Smiling, I nodded and took my erection and active imagination to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Damn but she was cute. With an eased conscience, another idea stole into mind. Pausing in the hall, with a Machiavellian smile to myself, I turned the thermostat down, way down. Michelle cuddled closer to me when she was cold and I wanted her to cuddle me tight. I wanted to hold her in my arms and feel her small, delicate body pressed to me. I hugged her with one arm, my hand pulling up the hem of her cotton nightshirt and finding a panty-clad bum, a small, compact bum, a sexy little bum. Michelle snuggled closer.

Grinning broadly, Michelle set about planning an excuse to sleep with him again, excited at the prospect of being cuddled, warm, his leathery scent, and the weight of Dracula at the foot of the bed. I know. So? Don'cha wanna hug me? I don't mind, honest," she said, pale green eyes studying me. "It won't hurt. I promise." You're still hard," she observed quietly, pressing herself against my erection. "Want some help with it?"

I stared and throbbed, aroused, a fog of need settling over me. She looked surprised when I wrapped a big, fluffy towel around her and another around my waist, the towel tented by a determined erection. The rasp of a match sounded. A whiff of sulphur preceded a sweet tobacco aroma that filled the air. Kevin puffed gray clouds, paused and inspected the bowl, nodding his satisfaction.