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I'd been waiting for this day for a very long time. My hot-to-trot, 18-year-old daughter was now of age.
And I - her horny father - couldn't wait to pounce on her.
Sheila was tall, blonde and stacked. Her breasts were the stuff of legends. I have no idea where she got them. They were bigger than her mother's or her grandmother's.
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I'd been waiting for this day for a very long time. My hot-to-trot, 18-year-old daughter was now of age.
And I - her horny father - couldn't wait to pounce on her.
Sheila was tall, blonde and stacked. Her breasts were the stuff of legends. I have no idea where she got them. They were bigger than her mother's or her grandmother's.
However she inherited her large rack, I just knew that I wanted that rack for myself - and the rest of the package.
She had the brightest blue eyes to go along with her shiny blonde hair. She made my heart thrum every time I came near her.
But now, I held in my hand a very valuable piece of jewelry. It had been passed down through my family for absolute ages.
On the outside, it was just a nice, expensive-looking brooch. Nothing fancy, nothing special.
But it held a secret. A very dark secret that my grandmother once told me.
READ MOREThe family brooch held hypnotizing powers. Mind control, as it were. No one knew how it acquired those powers or where they came from. But somehow it did.
Grandma passed it along to me and now I was going to pass it along to my sweet, innocent daughter.
And make her mine.
See, I had designs on my precious daughter. I was a sick, twisted puppy who wanted nothing more than to plow my cock deep in her tight cunt.
But I wanted to go even further.
I wanted to make Sheila my sex slave; able and willing to do my filthy bidding anytime, anywhere.
"Oh daddy! It's SO beautiful!" Sheila immediately pinned the brooch to her lapel and danced around the house. "You sure grandma wanted me to have it? I thought it would go to Brenda."
Brenda was her older sister. She was also a bit of a stuck-up bitch.
"Just because she's older?" I smiled. "No." I leaned closer and whispered in her ear. "I'll let you in on a little secret..."
"Yes, daddy?" She said, almost giddy with excitement.
"Your grandma loved you more than Brenda. The brooch is yours. But promise me something, please."
Her eyes went wide at my words. "Yes, daddy, anything..."
"Never, ever be without that brooch."
"Never, daddy?" She scrunched up her pretty nose.
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