Up Early For Breakfast

For the first time in months, you slept like a baby. You woke up early to have some time to think about what you did last night. As her step-father, you had no business letting Mindy give you a blow job and even less finger fucking the teen until she exploded in your hand. But , on the other hand, she was delicious. Technically, she is an adult and is perfectly capable of choosing who and when she wants to bed. And, technically you are not a blood relative.

You get the sausage links out of the fridge and start browning them when I hear someone coming down the stairs. Expecting Mindy, you are surprised when Sara comes around the corner. "Morning John."

"Morning, Princess." you say, as you continue cooking. She walks over to the coffeepot, pours herself some, adds sugar and cream. "Sleep well?" You turn to look at her, noticing that she is wearing a set of diaphanous baby doll pajamas. Not her normal sleepwear. Her proud, freckled breasts are hidden, but not by much. Her nipples evident and seem excited. Her trimmed red bush is the same. You feel yourself getting hard.

Standing in front of you, peering over the coffee mug, she nods, then asks, "How about you? Did you sleep well, John?"

The way she says it, makes you wonder just how much she knows about last night.