Kyla was a young, beautiful girl the age of seventeen. Her family
and friends were kept on their toe's with each conniving, devious scheme, she wanted it all and would do anything to get
it.

"Where the hell is my briefcase?" Robert, Kyla's father yelled as he came
storming down the stairs late for work. Through the kitchen he ran,
adjusting his tie, as he searched for his work notes.

"It's in here Daddy! In the living-room." A voice said.

Robert made his way to the calling voice and as he reached the living
room, there stood his daughter Kyla. He paused to gaze at his young
daughters body, clad only in a thin, see-through t-shirt and lacy, white
panties. She smiled as her father eyes gawked at his slender, beautiful,
half naked daughter, standing with briefcase in hand.

The furnace had gone out, so it was me, my wife, and my
15 year old daughter all stuffed into one big bed. There was
an incredible storm outside, and even though my daughter was
nearly 16, she still asked to sleep in between my wife and
I.
As I leaned over to kiss my wife goodnight, I felt a
brief wash of warm breath on my neck. I placed my arm over
my daughter's body to brace myself and I felt soft and warm
skin press briefly against my forearm. As I leaned back over
to my side of the bed, my daughter stretched beneath me, and
I felt some raised and fleshy part of her young body brush my
bare chest. I saw her look at me with her eyelids low and
her mouth slightly apart. She had a strange, dreamy look in
her eye as she sighed goodnight and touched me briefly on my
arm.
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