Page 85 of Following Their Heart

Instantly, he wraps his arms around her middle, and his knees come up to cage her. “I’ve got you, Sis,” he says, and my heart swells.

“Good boy. Now Cora, honey, I want you to relax back into your brother. That’s it. Lean your head on his shoulder and let out all your stress on a long, deep exhale.”

She obeys, and her muscles relax. Tension leaves her neck as she rests her head against Scrap’s muscled shoulder. Her legs are slightly spread and extend out past Scrap’s bare feet.

I straddle her legs, bringing myself close to them both.

“That’s my girl. Now, I’m going to check to see if you followed the directions I gave you earlier.” I run my hands up her calves, over her knees, and along her silky thighs. I stop when my knuckles flirt with the ruffled edge of her nightshirt. “You know what directions I’m talking about?”

She nods lazily, a smug smile on her lips.

“Tell me,” I say.

“Daddy told me to put on this nightgown and the panties you laid out for me.”

The panties in question are a white cotton pair from a big-kids section of a department store. They have little pink hearts printed on them.

“If I check, under here,” I tug on the ruffles, “will I find the panties I wanted you to wear?”

“Mm-hm,” she says, nodding with a girlish glint in her eye.

Slowly, I rub my hands up higher, fingers questing toward her hips. As the ruffles lift with my touch, the white cotton and pink hearts are exposed.

My dick bobs with a pulse of pleasure. “That’s a fine sight, right there,” I say.

“What do you see?” Scrap asks.

“Well, son. I see a pretty pattern covering an innocent, sweet pussy.” He releases a breath that lifts a lock of Cora’s hair. “And I see two obedient children who make their Daddy proud. Do you want to know what those panties feel like?” I ask Scrap. “Do you want to see if they’re wet for Daddy?”

“Fuck, yeah,” Scrap says.

“Watch your language, boy.”

“Sorry. Sorry. Yes, sir. I want to feel them.”

“Give me your hand. We’ll check together.”

Scrap nods fast, excited, and he lets me guide his right hand down over Cora’s stomach, over the hem of her nightshirt, and down between her legs.

She accommodates our traveling hands by spreading ever so slightly.

With my fingers over Scraps, I move to her center and feel a warm damp spot right where I expected it.

Scrap’s breathing is audible. His lips are parted, and his eyes are closed.

“What do you think, son. Are these panties wet?”

“Yeah. Yes, sir.”

“You like how they feel, sticky and warm and wet over an innocent pussy?”

“Fuuuck.Yeah.” I let the curse go. My boy can’t help himself, and that’s just fine. I don’t want him so focused on following rules that he can’t enjoy himself. In fact, I hope he’ll lose himself tonight, if only a little bit. In doing so, maybe he’ll find something he’s been missing.

“I wonder what it would feel like to dip a finger inside those panties. Would you like to see how wet that innocent pussy is without the panties in the way?”

“Yes, sir. I really do, sir.”

“All right, son. I’m going to trust you. You’re going to be a good boy and slide your hand down inside here.” I guide his hand to the waistband of Cora’s panties. “You’re going to stop when you get to the hot, wet part, and then you’re not going to go any further. You’re not going to dip inside, no matter how bad you want to. Got it?”

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