I have a tw*n br***ertwo other br***ers and three s***ers. My tw*n is Karl and he is 5'10" about 185 pds of pure muscle. We all have momsasian looks..., but the males have been blessed with dad's private parts. We live on a large acred farm in north centralpennsylvania, USA. It is a farm that has been in fat**rsfamily from the earley 1800's. There are three houses onthe land that dad's sister and her family, his brother and his family live in, with us in the third. I am going into all of. My dad was in the living room watching tv and looking at some papers. I strutted in wearing my school uniform skirt and high heels. I knew how much it turned him on to take my uniform off. On top I wore a shirt that was way too tight and exposed my flat belly. The buttons on the shirt strained. I put my hair in a ponytail and wore slutty makeup."Hi Daddy." Hi baby girl." He said, glancing up. He froze. He stared at me. I glanced down to his crotch and saw he already had half an erection. I. Was it for comfort? Warmth? Security? All of those, or some other mysterious reason? Perhaps it was indeed to torment me, and live up to my nickname for her.I shook my head. How the hell could I know what was going on in the brain of a woman I’d met less than twenty-four hours earlier? Or any woman if it came to that? I wasn’t stupid, but when it came to women, I was thicker than two short planks. My Knight simply threw me into the fray willy-nilly. It certainly didn’t provide any great. "Perhaps I could buy you one later," I said."That would be most kind of you. I'm not often treated ... to anything." The remark clearly directed at her husband busily helping himself to another chota peg.I left the bar as I could sense an undercurrent of tension between the two of them, and I had better things to do than have a ringside seat at a domestic row. I sat in a chair from where I could keep the room under observation, and figured this would be a good position to keep tabs on Hodge.