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Best friends daughter. [SeikoXeast]

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Mar 17, 2012
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Mark stretched as he got out of his car. Today was his day off, and yet when his friend Eric had called him and asked him to watch after his kids while he and his wife went off for the night he had agreed. the 34 year old man sighed stretching out the kinks from his body though the ride had been short his old smashed up car was incredibly uncomfortable.

Mark knocked on the door and was let in by Eric and his wife as both were eager to leave he told them that he knew the drill and let them be on their way. once inside he lingered in the hallway. catching a look of himself in the mirror and smiled at his reflection, his light blue eyes, and dark hair bringing out his slightly tanned complexion. He had kept in shape with a hobby in tennis and his broader upper body showed his strength as he walked up the stairs wondering where everyone actually was he decided his best bet was to check the rooms.

It was late and he didn't want to risk waking anyone if they were asleep so he didn't call out, instead he just ascended the stairs and remained quiet listening to the noises of the house.
 
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Abigail bit her bottom lip as she lied in the bed, her index and middle fingers slowly pumping inside of her young tight cunt as she fought the urge to moan. She figured that she might as well do something satisfying since her parents were leaving her for the weekend, which was usually a good thing, but not with a babysitter around. She was far too old to have a babysitter around the house and just the realization of that was embarrassing. Luckily, she had younger siblings too, so that was her excuse when her friends would find out about it.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt herself becoming wetter, spreading her legs even wider as she arched her back against the mattress. Fuck, this feels so good, she thought silently, her lips trembling slightly as she fought the urge to moan out from the pleasure her fingers were giving her. She could've sworn she heard a noise in the hallway and figured that it was Mark, but her door was locked, or so she thought, so she had nothing to worry about it. Her hips slowly began grinding upwards towards the air, against her hand, as she began to finger herself faster, her gasps turning into faint, soft moans.
 
Mark came to abigail's room last having found the most of her siblings already asleep. it seemed that for today at least he would be alone or so he thought. coming to her room he had found the handle locked, but the door its self hadn't been shut properly and as it was he pushed it open a crack mostly out of curiosity.

Abigail was on full display for him or so it seemed. with the light crack of the door opening to see her spreading her legs, and going at herself. For a moment he thought he should shut the door, but as his hand went too do so. He found himself strangly drawn to watching her sloppy wet cunt. He felt a light buldging in his pants and kept the door open to its spying crack. he licked his lips lightly it was his best friends daughter, he was watching, but he couldn't turn away.

His hands reached into his pants and he pulled out his phone, turning on the camera. the way she was on display for him, he just had to record part of it. hitting the filming button he he watched her and listened to her soft moans. his jeans tightening as he watched. part of him wanted to stroke himself, but he knew that was far too risky as her younger brother or sister would only need to walk outside of their room to catch a look at what he was doing.
 
Her breathing became heavier as she shut her eyes tightly, completely unaware of the fact that she was being watched...and recorded. Another soft moan escaped her lips as her fingers left her wanting little pussy, traveling up her half naked body as she slid the two fingers in her mouth, sucking on them for just a moment before returning them back to their original place. She loved the way she tasted and it made the experience all the more pleasurable for her. She continued to slide them in and out of her pussy at a slow methodical pace, soft wet noises filling her bedroom as she slid her free hand up her shirt, rubbing at her own breasts as she became lost into her own little fantasy. Soon enough, she could feel herself nearing an orgasm, which was causing her thighs to tremble slightly in anticipation for what was to come. Seconds later, a deeper moan escaped her lips, still hushed, as she felt herself orgasm, her cum squirting out onto her pink sheets as she continued to finger herself. "Oh fuck.." she moaned out shakily, slowly sliding her fingers out as she rubbed at her clit, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm.
 
Mark watched her as she climaxed loving every second of seeing her on display. her thighs practiclaly called to him, and he knew he wanted to be between them. watching her make a mess of her bed he turned off his recording and walked away. leaving the door slightly open. He wouldn't say anything right now, but when she came to check it or leave her room, she would know that she had been watched. that said the house was full of people, and although he had the blackmail to get what he wanted, that wouldn't be as fun. No he was already thinking, because in the end he didn't want to blackmail her he would keep it as a last resort, but he had three days, and now he knew what he wanted.

Sitting down in the living room he yawned his cock still hard from what he had seen. He would make Abigail come to him, he wasn't really sure how he hadn't gotten to the details of it all yet. But after seeing her wet tight cunt even his best friend wouldn't have been able to convince him less. turning on the TV he sat back his mind fixated on the images of her pussy and her orgasm.
 
Abigail slowly sat up in the bed and smiled in satisfaction at such a wonderful orgasm. She slowly rose to her feet and made her way to her bathroom, washing herself off before sliding on a pair of her black spandex shorts from her ballet class, not bothering to put anything on underneath it since it was night time. She pulled down her white camisole and slowly made her way to bedroom door, pausing in horror as she saw that the door wasn't closed.

"Fuck!" she mumbled, quickly opening the door as she looked around the hallway. No one. But her door wasn't open, or was it? She ran a shaky hand through her blonde hair as she peeked in on her younger siblings, all fast asleep, and shrugged the thought away, figuring she was just careless with the door. She slowly made her way down the stairs to get something to drink, stopping by the living room as she saw Mark sitting on the couch. While the thought of a babysitter was embarrassing, he was pretty cute, so she didn't mind it that much. "Hey Mark." she said softly, her face still a little flushed from her orgasm earlier, "How are you?"
 
Mark looked abigail over putting away his phone as he looked at her. She was still in her afterglow and he for a moment he just nodded to her a smile knowing smile forming on his lips. He didn't want to tell her what he witnessed but he decided to tease her about it. "Oh im fine Abi, is it hot in your room you seem a little wet." he said in both reference to her freshly washed face and to what he had seen before.

He shifted himself uncomfortably for a moment trying to hide the fact that he was still semi hard from having watched her performance, and he looked her over now with a light gaze. He patted the seat next to him as he thought up what he could say. he didn't want to play any of his cards to early, but at the same time wanted to tease her. "You seem a little flushed actually now that i look at you... are you coming down with a fever?" He asked making sure he had an excuse to continue looking her over.
 
Abigail could feel her face burning as she heard Mark's words, simply staring at him for a moment as she bit her bottom lip nervously. "Umm, it's not hot in my room.." she replied softly, obviously embarrassed, as she glanced at him again. Did he see her earlier? No, there was no possible way in hell. That would be so embarrassing.

She twiddled with her fingers anxiously as he patted the seat besides him, slowly making her way towards him as she sat down besides him. She choked on her words momentarily as she heard his last question, her face burning even brighter as she stared down the carpet. "I-I'm fine. It's just a little hot in here, th-that's all." She closed her eyes and sighed softly, scolding herself for being so nervous around him. Relax Abigail, she thought silently, slowly glancing at him as she placed her hands on her bare thighs.
 
Mark put his hand on her leg patting her for a moment, He smiled at Abigail's nervousness. while his hand lightly rubbed against her bare leg. "Don't be so nervous, ive known you most of your life after all." he said lightly looking at her far less then he did the TV. He had to wonder if she was still wet under her shorts and felt another pang of cravings from the images he had seen.

Still all he did was pat her leg his fingers lightly brushing against her inner thighs before he pulled them away. He smiled at her reactions first she was claiming that it wasn't hot now she was claiming it was, he almost wanted to laugh and call her out on it. He rolled his eyes lightly still thinking of ways to joke and tease her. "So how has your life been? any boys you were thinking about?" he spoke quickly making sure to pass over the word 'were' and hoping she would miss the vital clue.
 
Abigail stared at his hand as he rubbed her leg, still highly aroused from her little session earlier. She peeked at him through her lashes as he told her to relax, giving him an awkward smile. "I...am relaxed." She bit her bottom lip again as she watched him slide his hand away, almost in a teasing manner, and it made her even more aroused now. She wanted to fuck him so bad at that moment, his little strange taunts and facial expressions strangely turning her on.

She was lost in a daydream about...him when he asked something about life and boys, not catching on to his little hint. "Life is pretty good for the most part. My parents still treat me like a kid, so that hasn't changed. Umm, and I'm still single too, so no boys for me at the moment."" She relaxed a little more and looked over at him, meeting eyes with him briefly before looking away. "What about you? How has life been treating you?"
 
As she said that she was relaxed his smile deepened and he caressed her thigh a little harder as she seemed lost in a sort of daydream. listening he decided to drop one or two more hints to what he wanted, all while his fingers lightly scraped the inside of her thighs. "Oh they shouldn't treat you like a little girl, I mean just look at you have grown up so much."

He spoke with a slower tone this time seeing as she was relaxed he didn't think of hiding his intent. "There is a girl i have have been watching for some time actually. Just waiting until she said the right things." He looked at her leaning in slightly as he spoke. He could already tell that he had her, but he wasn't satisfied he wanted to hear her say it. His eyes gleamed almost dangerously their was a thrill here he could seldom find with another girl this was after all his best friends little daughter.
 
Abigail coughed nervously as she felt him carress her thigh, her eyes never leaving his large, strong hand. She could feel her cheeks flush faintly as he said that she was all grown up now, three sole words causing her nipples to harden instantly: "look at you". Just the way he had said it sent a shiver through her body and she could feel her arousal coursing through her veins.

Her eyes grew wide as she saw him lean in towards her, pulling back slightly as she stared at him in confusion. There was no way in hell that her father's best friend was talking about her. They rarely even hung out, or even talked for that matter. "Umm.." she said softly, at a loss for words as she stared at his teasing hand against her smooth skin, unable to make eye contact with him.
 
Mark pulled away he had gotten ahead of his teasing and he sat back relaxed as if nothing had happened. His hand patted her leg but was not withdrawn as hee wouldn't give up. He smiled towards her as she couldn't make eye contact with him. "well I suppose that she would still be to young."

It was well past a point where he could pretend that he wasn't talking about her but not giving her the confirmation was more important then the subtext now. He smiled his hand still on her bare skin he wanted little more than to push his hand up her shorts and press against her pussy but he steadied his hand. "I'm sorry are you uncomfortable with my touch. " his voice trying to disguese the question but his eyes giving his intent away.

(I wrote this poat on an iPod sorry)
 
(It's okay! I'm on my iPhone, lol.)

Abigail simply sat there as he spoke, eyes still on his hand as he patted her thigh, and only glanced at him when he asked if his touch was bothering her. Was it bothering her? Of course not. "Uhh..n-no, it's fine. I like it actually." She could feel her face flush a deep pink as she confessed this to him, still avoiding eye contact with him at that moment.

She could feel her body becoming hotter by the second and decided to test the waters a little, just to see what he would let her get away with. She took a deep breath and turned to face him, giving him an awkward smile as she ran a hand through his soft, brown hair. "Did you get a new haircut? It's nice." Bullshit. She didn't care about his haircut..she just wanted to touch him.
 
Mark smiled as she said that she liked his touch, taking that as permission to move his hand to the very edge of her shorts his fingers just teasing the inside of her thighs. He did not shrink from her touch rather he allowed her to run her hand through her hair and said nothing of it. "Oh it was just a trim." he said lightly on the matter.

As she continued to get flushed, his fingers lightly scratched against her bare skin. He was enjoying this far more then she knew, and he was slightly glad that she couldn't look at him, because he was finding it slightly difficult to hide the slight rise in his pants. crossing his legs so as to better conceal his hard on, he lightly rubbed his course jeans against her smother bare skin.
 
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