Divided with Daddy

Envy

Jameson didn't know how difficult it was to make dinner, a simple dinner at that. He always expected his wife to take care of these things, but for some odd reason, his wife had been coming home late everyday. The first few days she had come home late, okay, he let that slide because, he trusted his wife, but this was now becoming a back to back situation. Karie Davis, Jameson's wife, was a wonderful wife and had always played her role in being independent and at the same time submissive to her his husband. "Daddy, your going to burn the chicken," his oldest daughter, Kiara Davis, said while laughing and shaking his head at him. Kiara Davis resembled everything of her mother. The beauty, independence, submission, and high intelligence. Kiara was a fine bright toned brown skin like her mother. Her and her mothers skin glowed like the sun on its hottest days. They both had bold, humongous, mid tone brown eyes that glowed brighter than the moon and stars in the night, jet black sky combined together. Both had a fine combination of brown and black hair that fell to their back like rain fell from the sky to the stone hard ground . Kiara, only 14, was starting to fall into the body shape her mother had, which was extremely curvy.

"Daddy move, I can cook the chicken," Kiara said as she lightly shoved him out the way. " Thank you sweety," he said said with relief because Jameson did not know how to cook if his life depended on it. Jameson sat down at the table with his other two daughters, Paris and Melanie who resembled him more than they resembled their mother. Jameson started to grow angry with his wife because this was not her to be late coming home. The anger was written all over his smooth, brown face like words in a book. Kiara sought out the anger on his face as she flipped the chicken on the stove as her mother had. Kiara was the biggest daddy's girl of them all. Kiara cherished her dad and wanted to see nothing but joy for him. She didn't enjoy the fact of him with worry and confusion written all over his sweet, handsome face because her mother quit her job as the good wife she had used to be. This had been going on for two months now. Kiara didn't understand why her mother would, what she felt like was abandonment, just leave her loving, outmost faithful, caring father at home with no affection for hours. Kiara especially didn't see why her mother wouldn't hurry home right away after the pleasuring things she had saw her father do to her mother. The thought and memory of one thing she saw between her mother and father made her cream in her panties, with a red embarrassed tone face to go with it. Kiara would try her best not to think of the things her father did to her mother because it forced her to soak herself uncontrollably .

Once Kiara started to think about it, she couldn't bring her self to stop, and once she started and was forced to continue to think about it, the more she continued to cream her panties. And her dad was so handsome, every time she sought his handsome,brown face knowing he was a provider and lover for them all, and remembering the things he did to her mother, she grew heated and wet. Kiara couldn't take it, so she turned the stove off and rushed to the bathroom until she could get her hormones under control and stop creaming on herself. "Stop, stop," Kiara whined as she beat her small fist on the granite counter, almost crying. See, understand, this was a bitter, sweet thing, more bitter than sweet, but still very oh so sweet, like a guilty pleasure. Of course though, more guilt than pleasure, but at the same time still very oh so pleasurable. It didn't matter if Kiara wanted the sexual feeling or not, either way it went, it still felt good. That was just natural, but Kiara didn't understand that. Kiara did not understand that her hormones controlled her more than her physical and mental intellect did when it came to anything involving sexual matters. So even if Kiara didn't want to think about this, nine times out of ten it simply wasn't her choice. Kiara just couldn't help it, she leaned on the sink with her legs crossed tightly like two ties on a rope. She beat both of her fists on the counter trying to fight whatever it was that was forcing her on this sexual urge and extreme good feeling. As its said, Kiara didn't know she was fighting her hormones, but Kiara was also fighting another secret her mother fought as a child, a strong, powerful sex gene. Kiara strained herself trying to fight this, but the uncontrollable good feeling in her pussy her hormones had brought on her were far more powerful than her.