I live with my father's wife.

My name is Raissa, I was 18 when it all started happening. The problem was that when I was a teenager I stopped growing and became the size of a 12-year-old girl. I'm not pretty and I'm not ugly; I have an ordinary appearance. With my childish appearance and not being pretty, no boy wanted to date me and so I started picking up the younger boys, and about 3 years ago I started to find myself hiding with a boy in the backyard of the house where there was a banana plantation and sugar cane for us to play dating. We started with kisses in the mouth, I masturbate the street with his hand on his chicken, then giving the bundle and finally losing the shame. It happened that I became addicted to giving the bundle at least, when the boy could not bring a shirt ... But my father liked to give the bundle was constantly getting close to the net, so he returned to the house where he had a plantation of bananas and sugar cane for us to play dating. We started with kisses in the mouth, I masturbated the street with his hand on his chicken, then giving the bundle and finally losing the bundle. But it happened that I became addicted to giving the bundle at least, when the boy couldn't bring a bundle. He still bring a shirt, but I had an ordinary appearance. But my father liked to give the bundle, so I went to pick up the younger boys, and about 3 years ago, and about 3 years ago I went to the backyard, I was hiding in the backyard with a bunch with a bunch of a bunch of kids.
- What happened?
- Nothing Dad, why are you naked here in the yard?
He looking at himself.
- What's the matter?
- It's Dad, you're only wearing the shirt!
- I don't know!
He tried to get out of the net I was forced to help him before he took a tombo. I helped him get to his room where I made him lie down, with him soon falling back asleep so drunk. Going to the bathroom I found his bermuda and his underwear thrown on the floor. It seems that he intended to take a bath, but ended up going to the yard for no reason ... I'm glad he didn't go out like that. I made a snack and went back to his room where he was still lying on his stomach. He was beginning to wake up.
Looking again in admiration for her billy.
- Is everything all right, Dad?
He's much better than drunk, covered his penis with both hands looking at me half scared.
- What happened, daughter?
I went back and told him how I found him in the backyard, and he said he didn't remember anything, and he apologized, and I sat on the bed next to him.
- You need to stop drinking like that, Dad.
Seeing that he was getting embarrassed still covering his pinto with both hands.
I've seen it, there's no need to be ashamed.
When I saw some tears streaming from his eyes, I lay down beside him and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
- It's not like that, Dad!
He started complaining about what my mom had done to him, so I gave him another kiss on the cheek.
- Forget your mother; she doesn't deserve a man like you.
It was his turn to take his hands off his penis to hug me and also to kiss me on the face.
I love you very much, okay?
I love you too, Dad.
When he got out of bed I noticed his penis started to grow, with him trying to hide me by turning his back on me.
You don't have to hide it, Dad!
Again, he apologized to me, still sitting in bed.
- You can stand in front of me, Dad, no problem!
When he turned his penis was huge.
- You sure you're okay with this?
Even with a bit of trepidation, I put my hand on his penis and made a gentle caress.
- Of course not, he's really cute.
He smiled and went out to take his bath. For two weeks it seems that he didn't drink, but I often found him sitting on the couch half airy. Only again on a Saturday I found him sleeping on the couch with a bottle of cachaça down the middle on the center table. When I woke him up I noticed that he was only half drunk. I chatted with him, who only grumbled apologizing to me, asking him to take a bath. Remembering the betrayal that my mother had done with him, I decided to be me to cure his elbow pain anyway. He lay on the couch taking off his bermuda and his underwear looking back at that beautiful box. He had no idea what was happening was getting hard with his stick. I made him sit down on his sofa and I went to help him take out the bathroom opening his body reaching for the toilet where he was still pushing the bucket hard. In just a few minutes I was looking at him, and I let my thumb go down with his finger and I felt that my thumb was closing up completely.
- Put your hand on it, put your hand on it!
I started jerking off to my own father.
- That's right, hurry up!
I stayed at least four minutes punching my father who moaning began to mock and I continued until he finished. Again he closed the shower to embrace me affectionately, give me a kiss on the forehead and make me a strange request. If I let him see me naked, because it had been a long time since he had more intimate contact with a woman. Without saying anything I helped him to dry and we walked to his room, where without any shame I lifted my dress in front of him and took off my panties showing my sister-in-law to him.
Can I give you a hand?
I agreed, and he not only put his hand over me, but he took me in his lap, and he put me gently on the bed, and he opened my legs, and he dropped his mouth on my little pussy, and he started sucking like a baby sucking on a breast, and I was about to have an orgasm when he stopped, and he came over with his dick, and I was so horny that I just opened my legs more so that he could lean over, and he would push it all into my pocket, and it started to pulsate around that dick, and it started to make a nice back-and-forth.
- Be careful not to mock inside father!...
- That's a good girl!
Then I had a wonderful orgasm, until I saw my father take his dick out of my pocket, take the towel that was on the bed, make fun of it, throw the towel on the floor and lie on his stomach again, apologizing to me.
Stop apologizing to me all the time, Dad.
I leaned over his chest and gave him a gentle kiss on the mouth saying that it would make him forget my mother. He reciprocated also by giving me a gentle kiss on the mouth saying that I was the best daughter in the world. A few minutes later I was already four on the bed with him hitting his dick again on my pussy making me scream with pleasure. That same night I slept in bed with my father, who explored my whole body sucking my breasts, sucked my pussy again and for the third time fucked me deliciously making me have another orgasm. Two years have passed and I am still my father's wife, and I try to be a little whore in bed sucking on his dick and giving him my cute little bundle.