Daria braided her red hair in pigtails. My eyebrows raised and I asked, “Are you serious?”
“What?” she asked overly innocently.
I reached out with both hands and gave her braids a gentle tug. “Pigtails? As if you weren’t dangerously cute already.”
She grinned. “You like?”
I practically growled, “My favorite is when your hair is in a thick plait down your back, but this could be fun.” I pulled on the pigtails to bring her face to mine for a kiss.
“They’re pigtails, not handlebars,” she teased.
“We’ll see about that.” I let go of her so I could push my sweatpants and panties down my legs and off. I grabbed her braids again and leaned back in my chair, tugging her face toward my eager pussy.
“Ellie!” Daria exclaimed and laughed. “Why are you so excited by pigtails?!”
“You’re so damn cute; you drive me fucking crazy,” I groaned. I pulled her face tight against my muff and ordered, “Get to work, little sis.”
The minx laughed at me, which felt funny with her pushed up against my pussy. But she quickly began kissing and licking like a pro. “Nom, nom, nom,” she joked.
Her bright, sparking eyes looking up at me really did it for me. In no time I was squirming. Two fingers entered me and my hips bucked. She stroked my g-spot the way I taught her. “Dar-Daria,” I stammered.
She lightly nipped at my clit and I tumbled over the proverbial cliff.
Eventually I let go of her pigtails and flopped on the sofa. Daria crawled up my body and snuggled to me. “My little sister is a champion pussy licker,” I kidded.
She beamed with pride. “I love making you cum.”
“Your face is all wet,” I chuckled. I grabbed my sweatpants off the floor and used them to mop up my stuff off her pretty face. It made her giggle.
“I’m so lucky,” she sighed.
“Why’s that?”
“Because my big sister is gorgeous and she lets me lick her pussy,” she giggled again.
I giggled along with her and toyed with her braids.
“God, you’re mesmerized by my pigtails,” Daria teased.
“I think you might be giving me a fetish,” I agreed. “Don’t wear them too often or you’ll drive me nuts.”
“I can see that.”
“Are you ready to move in with me?” I inquired. She was spending a huge amount of time with me but hadn’t moved her stuff in yet.
“Uh huh, but I need to talk to Dad.”
“Are you going to tell him we’re lovers?”
“Yes. Is that okay?”
“Of course. Want me to come with you when you talk to him?”
She shook her head. “Thanks but it will be easiest if it’s just the two of us. Don’t worry, he’ll accept it. He’s great.”
A few hours later, Daria bounced into the apartment, overflowing with happy energy.
“It went well?” I asked.
She hugged and kissed me. “He’s really happy for me! I have the best dad.”
“That’s a relief.”
She nodded. “He’s excited to meet you.”
“I’m eager to meet him too,” I replied but the thought actually made me nervous.
“He told me he didn’t like any of the boys I went out with, so you’re bound to be a big improvement,” Daria said and laughed.
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DECEMBER 13
We hopped in Daria’s beat up old Ford Escort to go to her father’s place. “We should buy you a new car,” I suggested.
Daria frowned. “Essie is fine,” she told me.
“Essie?”
“Essie the Escort,” she explained. “You don’t have to buy me things, Ellie.”
“I don’t want you to break down on the side of the road somewhere.”
“Essie isn’t going to break down,” Daria said and I heard anger creeping into her voice.
I put up my hands. “I don’t want to fight.”
“Me neither,” she agreed. “Thanks for the offer, but I bought this car with money I earned and I want to keep it.”
She drove us out winding, hilly roads to a single-wide trailer sitting in a small clearing in a forest. The trailer looked well cared for, but showed its age.
Her dad came out to meet us. He was a wiry guy, the same height as me and Daria. “Dad, this is Ellie,” Daria introduced us.
“Welcome, Ellie,” he exclaimed and gave me a hug.
I returned the hug. “Pleased to meet you, Mr Milko.”
“Call me Earl,” he insisted.
He was super gregarious and I liked him right away. The nerves I had about meeting him melted.
The inside of the trailer wasn’t much. There was a living room, kitchen and bathroom in the middle and tiny bedrooms on each end. It was all clean and neat, but worn from age as well. Earl was obviously embarrassed by his humble home; probably because I was rich. I couldn’t figure out what to say to put him at ease.
Earl told stories while we helped Daria pack up her stuff and load it in his pickup truck. One story about the factory where he worked made me laugh so hard I was gasping for breath. “Earl, you are awesome,” I sincerely told him. “Now I understand why Daria says you’re the absolute best.”
He beamed with pride and Daria gave him a big hug.
A bit later, Daria was inside double-checking to see if she left anything important behind. Earl and I leaned against his truck. “Daria had a hard time after her mom died,” he told me. “But since she met you, she’s come out of her shell. You brought the old Daria back.” Tears formed in his eyes.
I gave him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. “I love her to death, Earl. You raised a great girl.”
Earl followed us back to Walkville in his truck, and we parked in a lot closest to our apartment. The town had pushcarts available so we used two of them to carry Daria’s stuff. It didn’t take long to push the carts across town to our building.
We took Earl to a Mexican restaurant for dinner and we all chowed down on sizzling fajitas. He was the boisterous life of the party and we had a great time.
After her father left, Daria and I spent the evening unpacking her things. The master bedroom’s huge walk-in closet had more than enough space to accommodate her clothes and mine. I let her handle what to do with the rest of her personal stuff. She didn’t bring any furniture or other large items because the apartment already had all of that.