Try as he might, Jack just couldn't take his eyes off the little girl in the blue bikini. He saw her beautiful tan skin and watched as she walked over to the side of the pool and dove in. The slim, lithe body gently broke the surface, swam to the bottom, then emerged next to the ladder. As she climbed out of the pool, she threw her head back to shake off the water. Her slim body and black hair brought back memories that were both pleasant and painful. Even the way she walked, with a slight limp to the left side was strangely familiar. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't hear the woman at first.

"Hard not to stare, isn't it?" she said again.

Jack came out of his reverie and realized that she was talking to him...and that she had caught him ogling what he estimated to be her seven year old daughter. Seven...exactly the age that Angela had been when.....

"Uh...um....I wasn't..." he stammered.

"Relax, I know how it can be, I find it hard not to stare at her myself...and I'm a woman. It's difficult to resist admiring such beauty. And why would God have made her so beautiful if He didn't want people to look at her?"

The mention of God riled Jack.

"Fuck God....God is an Asshole...I hate Him!"

"Hate God? How can you hate Him when He gives us such things of beauty? She pointed at her daughter. "Isn't she the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?"

No, she was the SECOND most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Angela had been the most beautiful girl ever. And God had taken her.

"God doesn't give...he takes. First my Maria...then my beautiful Angela...I HATE him!"

Suddenly, he collapsed onto the lounge chair and again began sobbing uncontrollably. The thoughts of his late wife and daughter still stirred emotions he could not control, especially today. He had been sobbing for a few minutes when he realized that the woman had sat down beside him and was holding him. He stopped sobbing and looked up. The young girl was now standing right beside them.

"What's the matter, Mommy?" the young girl asked in a sweet little voice that again stirred up memories.

Again, the sobbing started.

"I'm not sure, honey...but this man is very sad."

And again, the woman held him. And the little girl came around to his other side and wrapped her arms around him as well.

Warmth and love eminated from her but the feel of her bare arms on his bare back and shoulders did little to comfort him. He sobbed for another good two minutes, then regained his composure.

"Why are you sad, Mister?" the little girl asked.

"He says he hates God, Sharmila."

The little girl looked at Jack with her bright green eyes. "How could anybody hate God?"

"Because he took my wife....and my little girl.....why would God take my little girl?"

Again the sobbing started. Now it was the little girl's turn to console him. As he stopped sobbing, he realized the little girl had sat on his lap and had her arms around his neck. He couldn't stop himself as he reached around her and pulled her in tight to his chest. Neither the girl nor her mother objected to this action, however.

As he held the little girl and they rocked back and forth together, he suddenly felt at peace and at ease. A feeling he had not had since the last time he had held Angela, as she died rocking in his arms. It was only natural that Angela should have died in his arms as she spent so much time there after her mother died. Time in his arms, time on his lap, and time in his bed. As this little girl, whom he now noticed also had distinctive Indian features, sat on his lap, it was all he could do not to give in to the temptation to touch her beautiful body, as he had so many times with Angela.

"What's your name, Mister?"

"Jack."

"Hello, Jack, my name is Sharmila."

"And mine is Sarah, pleased to meet you." The little girl's mom bent down and gave him a kiss on the right cheek. The little girl reached over and kissed him on the left cheek.

"So, are you OK now?" Sarah asked.

"I guess so...it's just that, well, when I saw Sharmila by the pool, I thought she was the spitting image of my daughter Angela. Same black hair, same beautiful face, same trim body..." he stopped, wondering if he had gone too far.

"I see....and Angela....." Sarah let her voice trail off..

"Angela passed away seven years ago...today. Here, at this pool. We had come swimming and I left her for just a minute while I went to go to the bathroom. When I came back, I couldn't see her at first, then saw her lying at the bottom. I dove in and pulled her out and tried to revive her. At first I thought I had....she spit out some water and looked me in the eyes, told me she loved me, then closed her eyes and died in my arms. Now, every year, I come here on the anniversary of her death and try to find some reason why God would take her from me." He managed to keep his composure as he explained, but you could still hear the sob in his voice.

Both Sarah and Sharmila had tears in their eyes and were too choked up to say anything.

Finally, Sarah said "I know it must be hard to imagine, but God must have had a reason for taking her."

"Well, none that I can find...and until I do, I will always hate Him."

Sharmila was still sitting in his lap. Her arms were around his neck and her head was on his chest. Again, neither she nor her mother made any effort to stop it. His left hand was around her back, his right on her left leg. Her crotch was right over his and he could feel his dick starting to get hard. He looked down and noticed that her bikini bottoms had pulled up when she sat down and were so snug that he could make out her slit and two mounds. He also thought he could make out her clit at the top of her slit. He knew he had to get her off his lap....and get out of there.

He lifted her off his lap and moved in an attempt to hide his now fully hard cock, but to no avail.

"Seems like someone enjoyed having my little Sharmila on his lap." Sarah said, looking straight at his crotch.

"And I enjoyed being on his lap, Mommy. Especially when his dick started poking at my bottom;"

Jack could not believe it. The girl and his mother apparently knew the reaction they had gotten out of him and were seemingly OK with it.

"And we both know how much your bottom likes cocks, don't we, baby?"

She looked at Jack for a reaction. For his part, he was playing it pretty cool. He stopped trying to hide his massive hard on and sat so they could both see it pushing at his swim trunks. He wasn't even sure why he wore them, even though he was at a pool. He had never gone swimming again after Angela drowned. He had also never had sex again since that day.

Again his mind wandered back to the last day of his daughter's life. It had started like most days, they woke up at about the same time. He reached over and pulled her little naked body on top of his and gave her a long, deep kiss. She eagerly responded, sticking her little tongue in his mouth to swirl around with his. She broke off the kiss and started to kiss him on his chin, then his neck, then down to his chest, to his belly until finally she was at his rock hard cock. She kissed the tip, then licked down the left side, up the right side, then popped the head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as she did so.

He reached down and held her head as she lowered her mouth onto him. She didn't need much convincing, however. She loved to suck his cock. While it wasn't huge, it was just enough for her. About six inches long and not too thick. She had no trouble swallowing the whole thing. She bobbed her head up and down on his lap. As she did so, she brought her left hand up and began to stroke her father's balls. It was less than a minute before he shot his load into her warm, wet, very willing mouth. . As usual, she swallowed every last drop, carefully licking the last few drops as they oozed out of his tip. She licked her lips.

"Mmmmm. Thanks for breakfast, Daddy." She giggled.

"Speaking of breakfast, I'm feeling hungry too."

At that, Angela had moved up so she could sit on her father's face. She lowered herself onto his waiting mouth and felt his tongue lick her hairless mounds, then up the slit, until it found her soft, pink hole. His tongue darted in and out of her several times, then worked its way up to her little clit. She leaped when he flicked his tongue over it. He was always amazed at how sensitive her little button was. He knew that all he had to do was lick and suck it for a minute or so and she would rear back and let go with a powerful little orgasm, much stronger than you would expect from a seven year old. She held onto the headboard and ground her pussy into her father's face as she trembled and shuddered at the wave of pleasure that overcame her.

The two of them then went into the bathroom, done their business (they liked to watch each other pee), then had a real breakfast. Afterwards, they headed back into the bedroom to get ready for the day.

"So, do you want to go to the pool today, Princess?"

"Sure...after you fuck me, Daddy."

How could he resist? He picked the little girl up and carried her over to the bed. He lay on his back and brought her little body onto his. His hand reached down and fondled her while she stroked his cock, getting it nice and hard. When she was sufficiently wet, and he was oozing his pre-cum, he slipped into her. Something he had done many times before. She easily accommodated his cock and placed her arms on his chest as he took her hips and lifted her up and down on his shaft. She was riding him for all she was worth and he was pushing up into her as hard as he could.

"Wait, Daddy, don't cum yet....I want it up the ass. Would you like to fuck me in the ass?"

They had just started ass fucking the month before and she couldn't get enough of it. He lifted her pussy off of his cock, moved her so his shaft lined up with her sphincter, and pushed in. The juices from their fuck provided enough lube so that again, he slipped in relatively easily. He started to thrust into her tight little ass but knew he would not last long....but neither would she. They came at the same time. Her lithe little body in full convulsions and his hard cock pumping burst after burst of semen deep into her bowels.

"Mmmmmm...I love you, Daddy...you're the bestest."

She always told him that after they had made love, especially when he had done her ass.

They cleaned up and got their suits on and went to the pool. He made sure that she expelled all of the cum so it wouldn't stain her suit. He also knew that, after two cums, he would not have to hide a hard on. They had been at the pool for less than an hour when, having came and had two cups of coffee, he had left to go to the bathroom. It was right there at the pool and he had been gone for less than a minute, but that was long enough. Long enough for his life to be changed forever. The happy, go-lucky man who was deeply in love with his daughter had turned into a cynical, bitter man who rarely went out. His only pleasure came on this, the day of her death.

He would recreate that morning, alone. He would wake up and jerk off, fantasizing about cumming in his daughter's mouth. Then he would get up and pee, then have breakfast. Cornflakes, just like that day seven years ago, then go back into the bedroom and jerk off again, this time thinking of his daughter's hot cunt and tight ass. After his second cum, he wouldn't pee. He would put his suit on and go to the pool. He would get a cup of coffee, then a second and, halfway through the second, go to the bathroom, just like before. When he came out he would walk over to the pool and look in the deep end, where he had found little Angela. It was July 10th at exactly 11:03AM. He would never forget that. That's the day her life, and his, had stopped.

This is what he was doing when he saw Sharmila. She was the spitting image of Angela, who also had darker skin and long black hair. Angela's mother was also Indian and had actually come to this country from New Delhi, She had died not long after Angela had turned five. It was a few weeks later when he and his daughter began their illicit love affair.

".....memories." he heard Sarah say.

"I'm sorry, what did you say? I was lost in thought."

"I said. I'm sorry if Sharmila and I have brought up too many memories. Maybe we should just leave you alone."

"No, wait. Please, don't go."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes...and do you think it would be OK if she sits on my lap again?"

Sharmila didn't even wait for her mother to respond before plopping down on the man's lap. At the last second, he reached down and adjusted his rock hard cock so she wouldn't hurt it. She turned and faced him, causing his tented cock to settle right in her slit. She rocked back and forth slowly.

"Sharmila...not here...there are other people!" her mother scolded.

"Sorry, mother, it's just that it feels so nice to have a cock between my legs again."

"Well, maybe you can have it other places as well."

She turned to Jack. "What do you think? She seems to be interested in having your cock. And I can tell from the way you look at her that you would be interested in her as well."

Jack was dumbfounded. Was this woman offering her seven year old daughter up to him.

"Well...I....um...."

Sarah leaned into him. "Look, it's obvious you want to have sex with my daughter, and it's pretty obvious she wants to have sex with you, so what's the problem?"

"Besides that fact that she is only seven?"

"Well, there is that. But it's not like she's a virgin or anything." Her father died before she was born but my second husband, who adopted her and was more of a father than a stepfather, enjoyed her for several years before he too died.

"I'm sorry for your loss." He looked at Sharmila. The mention of her father and stepfather had brought a tear to her eye. Jack reached up and brushed it way. "Now, you are the one who is sad, little one. How about we go up to my place and I try to cheer you up? I only live a few blocks from here"

"Can we, Mommy?"

"Sure...I know you enjoy your time with me and my "special little friend" (she tapped her purse)but I also know you miss having a real cock inside of you."

They got in Sarah's car and drove the two blocks to Jack's house. It was a beautiful three bedroom ranch on the very end of a dead-end street. He and Angela had moved their after her mom died as it provided a lot of privacy for their nocturnal activities.

As they walked into the house, the first thing Sarah noticed was a large picture hanging over the fireplace. At first, she thought it was a picture of Sharmila. Then she realized it must have been Angela. Jack was right, she was the spitting image of Sharmila. Sharmila froze when she saw the picture.

"Is that your Daughter, Jack?" Sharmila asked.

"She looked just like me."

"Yes, she does (he still couldn't talk about Angela in the past tense). You could be twins." A strange feeling again passed over him. Something he couldn't explain.

"Let's go to the guestroom. I'd show you my room but it is where Angela and I...." he trailed off.

"I understand completely." Sarah replied.

They entered the room and Jack walked over to the bed. Sharmila followed him. She had thrown a white wrap on over her bikini. Jack reached out and undid the tie. Sharmila let the wrap drop to the floor. She reached around behind her to take her bikini top off.

"Let me get that." Jack said, reaching around to undo the snap and pull the string off from around her neck.

He dropped the top onto the floor and admired her perfectly flat chest. There were two lighter colored triangles over her breast area with a perfectly formed aureole in the center. Her nipples were small, but noticeable and he reached out and touched first one, then the other. Then he bent his head forward and gently licked each nipple. Sharmila shuddered at his touch.

As he was kissing her breast area, his hands grabbed hold of her bikini bottoms and pulled them off. She stepped back so he could admire her beauty. As with the top, the bottoms had left perfect lines which contrasted with her richly tanned skin. In the middle was a perfectly formed pussy. Its slit running straight up and down and, at the top, a clitoris very similar to the one that Angela had had. Now that she was naked, she looked even more like Angela. The sight both thrilled and terrified him. He had always been faithful to Angela's memory. Now, however, it was almost as if this was something he was meant to do.

Jack stood up and dropped his swimsuit. His six inch cock was rock hard and sprang out. Sharmila reached out and touched it. It throbbed as her hand wrapped around it. Wanting more, she dropped to her knees in front of him and kissed the tip, then licked down the left side, up the right side, then popped the head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as she did so.

Jack reached down and stroked her hair. There was something strangely familiar about this. This was the first sex he had had since Angela's death seven years ago and he had almost forgotten what sex was, but this too seemed familiar. Do all little girls give head the same way?

Sharmila bobbed her head up and down with great vigor. She was taking the entire length of his cock in her mouth. She brought her left hand up and began to stroke Jack's balls. This was more than he could stand and he erupted into her hot mouth.

"Oh, God, I'm cumming!!!!"

Sharmila drank every last drop, including licking the last few drops off of his dick. He was lost in oblivion and didn't her what she said next.

"Thanks for breakfast."

Sharmila wanted to be pleasured too so she pushed Jack down on the bed and crawled up and sat on his face. His tongue licked and sucked at her pussy and clit. Already worked up from the excitement she got giving him a blowjob, it didn't take very long until she was shuddering and climaxing all over his face.

"Mmmmmm that was nice....but now I gotta pee." Sharmila said, climbing off his face. "Wanna watch?"

Jack found it strange that she wanted to be watched as she went pee, like Angela did. Maybe all girls like that. He followed her into the bathroom and watched as the little girl went pee. Then he stood in front of the toilet and let his stream go as she watched him. Afterwards, they went back into the bedroom. Sarah was sitting in the chair. It was then that Jack noticed she had taken her suit off and was stroking her pussy with a slim white vibrator that she assumed was her "special little friend". She had nice tits and a great body, but he was more interested in the other body in the room, the hot little seven year old one. The one who bore a striking resemblance to his precious Angela.

Jack laid down on the bed. His cock was hard again.

"That looks nice, Jack...can I take it for a ride?"

"Absolutely."

Sharmila climbed up on the bed and lowered herself onto Jack's cock. It slid into her with the same ease as it had Angela. Jack fucked his hard shaft in and out of her. Sharmila had another little mini-cum, then pulled off.

"What did you stop for?"

"I want it up the ass. Would you like to fuck me in the ass?"

"Would I ever?"

As he pushed into her nether region, he was surprised how easy it went in. He started thrusting in and out of her. She dropped her body onto his chest. He grabbed on to both ass cheeks and started lifting her up and down on his pole. You could hear the sound of slapping flesh echoing through the room. Sarah, for her part, continued to rub and stroke her pussy.

As hard and fast as the ass fucking was, it was only a matter of time before he came. And, as he did so, so did Sharmila...and Sarah.

As he came, he had a strange feeling...almost like déją vu, but not quite. He couldn't quite put a finger on it though.

Exhausted, Sharmila collapsed on Jack's chest,

Sarah had also come down from her orgasm.

"Happy Birthday, Baby." Sarah came over and brushed back her daughter's hair. Sharmila was lying on Jack's chest, his cock just beginning to soften in her has.

"It's her birthday today?" Jack asked.

"Yep, she was born seven years ago today, on July 13th, at exactly 11:03AM. It was strange, It was 9 months to the minute after her father had died. I named her Sharmila as it means "born again". I felt as though my husband had been born again through her. Like God had give me something special to remember him by. You know that the idea of reincarnation is very popular in India, right? Well, that is where my husband was from.

She looked at Sharmila. "I hope you liked your present."

"I did, Mommy, I liked it very much."

Sharmila leaned up on her arms and looked Jack right in the eyes.

"And I hope you liked it too. I know I did. You're the bestest."

That's when it hit him.

The End.