These horny young women give the phrase “daddy's girl” a whole new meaning! Whether it's a lonely virgin seducing her father, a naughty brat trying to bargain her way out of being caught with her boyfriend, or a sexy vixen who wants to be Daddy's personal whore, these taboo tales are guaranteed to arouse and excite! This Family Taboo bundle collects four previously published books: “Bound for Step-Daddy,” “Daddy Gives Me a Presidential Pounding,” “Angela's Awakening,” and “The Snowstorm.”

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Usually there were clothes between them—a lot more clothes. “Don't you give up,” he whispered in her ear. As he leaned in, the scent of her, cool and fragrant, like frozen tulips, slithered up his nostrils and dripped down his throat. He could taste her, fresh and sweet. He groaned in frustration, which he hoped she took as anything but the guilty lust that ruled his heart.

“I don't want to give up,” she whispered back, «but this trip has just been so… You don't know, but…Steve and I…this was supposed to be…"

«If you and Steve had come up here I'd be tearing my hair out right now. I know he can handle himself, but…honestly, honey, I don't know what I would do if I couldn't get to you.»

“No, daddy,” Alexis sobbed. «That's not what I mean. This trip. It was supposed to be so special. And instead…oh, it's a disaster!”

He could feel her little heart banging wildly at her breasts. He squeezed her again, and she moaned. He pulled her deeper into his chest. “It's a disaster we'll face together,” he promised.

“No, no,” she continued. «That's not it. I'm so… I'm supposed to be scared, and I am, but right now…you're holding me and…and all I can think is…all I want is—" Was it a sigh or a sob that leapt from her lips? Whatever it was, the frustrated passion was undeniable. The way she squirmed, the way her nipple warmed inside the creases of his fingers, it was as if…

“I want you,” she whispered fiercely.

“W-what?” he stammered.

“I'm glad it's so dark,” she said. «I can't bear to look at you right now. I just need you to…touch me.” Her hand slid over his and clamped his fingers over her soft mound. They moaned together, even as his stomach dropped away. Alex rolled her backside into him. The gesture was unmistakable.

“Can you?” she whispered, frightened to the core of her lonely soul.

As she wiggled her cute little bottom, he couldn't believe his ears. The same adoring voice that had asked him for driving lessons, that had asked him why the sky was blue and why whales weren't fish, was begging him to touch her.

Their teeth were chattering. For a moment, he could convince himself he didn't know what she was asking, but he could not ignore the way she squeezed his hand over her breast. “Daddy, please,” she moaned. «I don't want to die a virgin…"

God! he thought miserably. If I were any other man I wouldn't hesitate for a moment. Alex was beautiful. More beautiful than her mother. But that was the point! He and Keri had made a beautiful child, and it was his job to protect her, to save her!

He chuckled to break the tension. «You know, that's usually the guy's line…"

Alexis rolled in his arms. She gave him the eyes. He was helpless against those eyes. “I'm serious, daddy,” she whispered to him. She reached for his cheeks, and he for hers. Her lips were blue, and he frowned with paternal concern.

«Baby, we've got to get you warmer. I'll see if there's any blanket we missed—"

“Don't you dare leave me,” she commanded. Her angry breath misted in the narrow space between them. “I can't feel my toes, let alone my lips.”

He didn't know what else to do. Taking her beautiful face, he kissed her blue lips. She moaned into his mouth, and quickly offered her tongue. He was just trying to warm her, he told himself, but it felt too good to stop.

Mating With My Mother Is Not Incest