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VALENTINE GIFT This is an expanded version of my Valentine competition entry, mainly because I thought more should be written. "Margaret ... where are you honey?" Tom's voice sounded from the doorway, he was 35 and worked for an insurance office, his wife, Charlotte was a nurse in the emergency room - she was always on call as far as Tom could see and so it was normally a case of ships passing in the night for their home life. Sometimes he wondered how they had enough time 11 years ago to produce Margaret, she used to be called Maggie until a popular cartoon program had made the name a laughing stock in the family. The ten year old ' almost eleven! ' she would protest, was the light of their lives. Short blond hair, a snub nose, freckles, bright blue eyes and a small mouth. She normally ran around in shirts, not blouses, and jeans. She was a regular tom-boy. He heard a gasp and then a strangled, "I'm upstairs daddy, I'll be down soon... what are we having?" Margaret called down; the echo in her voice told him she was in the bathroom. "Spaghetti Bolognese I'm afraid." Tom said smiling, it was Margaret's favourite food and was luckily found in most supermarkets in easy to cook containers, and Tom had never really got into cooking. "I found something else." Margaret said out loud, "Look in the oven." Tom, mystified, did as he was asked, the oven was on and there was a pie cooking away in it, he cracked open the door and sniffed, it smelt wonderful. A noise behind him made him turn, there was a young girl standing in the doorway, she was wearing a blue dress that seemed to highlight her eyes, tom blinked and then realised that it was his own daughter standing in front of him. "Maggie, that looks ..." His voice failed him as Margaret smiled. She giggled at his reaction. "What's the matter Daddy?" She asked him as she pirouetted, making the hem of her skirt swirl up showing her legs and giving him a glimpse of blue underwear. "I've never seen you like this before, where did you get those clothes?" Tom asked her. "Mum brought them last Saturday, do you like them? She chose them 'specially for you!" Margaret said with that giggle again present. "Huhh? What do you mean? For me?" Tom was a bit slow. "Daddy what day is it tomorrow?" Margaret asked him. Tom thought for a moment, "February 14th? That's not your birthday ... and it's not you mom's, it's certainly not mine either" He said which produced another giggle from Margaret, Tom found that he liked the sound of her giggling. “No daddy, it Valentine’s Day and you’re taking me, so mummy says.” Margaret said with a smile on her lips. “Taking you? Where?” Tom was confused now. “Mum said you’d work it out, but … she’s trying to make up for her past mistakes.” Margaret said this as if repeating something she’d heard several times Tom was completely confused by this and so decided not to say anything at all. Margaret giggled again and then turned on some hotplates to start the vegetables cooking; she’d been learning how to cook, mainly so that she could show off to her father whose culinary knowledge was how to use the microwave to defrost meals. “Dinner will be ready in 30 minutes daddy, why don’t you go freshen up; I’ll call when it’s ready.” She said. Margaret waited for a few minutes until she heard the shower running, she quickly went upstairs and found where he’d placed his underwear and trousers, she took them and placed the towelling bath robe in their place, before dashing back downstairs. Tom got out of the shower and, wrapping a towel around his waist, he returned to his bedroom, reached for his shorts and pants to find they were gone, he shook his head and then went to his underwear drawer, only to find all his shorts were missing!! “Honey? Have you seen my shorts?” He called out of the door. “Mummy said something about doing spring clean.” Margaret shouted back. “Great, thank you Charly!” Tom said quietly, he wondered how his wife could only wash his shorts and nothing else! He looked around for something to wear and could only find the robe on his bed … ‘that wasn’t there before’ he thought to himself but, quickly drying himself off he put it on. He had an idea and went to his closet where there were some swimming trunks … only to find they had vanished as well. “More Spring Cleaning?” he said aloud but to himself. There was nothing for it but to don the robe, he wrapped it around his body and then tied it off with the belt. As he walked downstairs he was aware of his nakedness beneath the robe, the way the fabric was rubbing on him. As he arrived in the dining room he found his daughter in just a bra and panties, although she didn’t have anything to fill the bra-cups with. “Why are you dressed like that Margaret?” He asked when he finally found his voice. “Mummy said you’d enjoy the meal better like this.” Margaret said with a giggle. “Yes, I probably will.” Tom said quietly as he found he couldn’t keep his eyes off his daughter and began mechanically eating his food, Margaret giggled as the same piece of food slipped off his fork for the third time. “Here daddy let me help you.” Margaret said and got off her chair to stand before her father, she took his fork from his unresisting hands and then speared the errant piece of food and held it before his mouth, “There daddy, open wide.” She said with another giggle and began feeding him like a mother with a small child. Tom didn’t know what it was he’d eaten, and to be honest he didn’t care, what he did know was the sight of his daughter in such clothing was having a distinct effect on him. He remembered that Charlotte had once played games with him, lying on their bed, acting like a young girl and inflaming his lust, she had shaved her pussy which enhanced the effect. “ Just imagine I’m your daughter! ” She would say and then talk in a young girl’s voice, “ Please daddy, let me make you feel happy. ” And so she did, one day he wanted to take it a stage further and produced some ties, but at the sight of them Charlotte changed, “ No Tom! I’m not going to do that … not again! ” But she would never tell Tom what she meant by that. After that she never played the games again, she’d allow Tom to take her normally and responded with vigour, but the child was gone … lost … and a small part of Tom was gone too. Until now! The sight of his ten year old daughter and the visible flesh brought back that lost part of Tom, he wanted her … no, more than that! He needed her. He reached out to touch her but she turned away. “Not yet daddy! Mummy said you’d have to wait until later. Please daddy, please wait until later, it will be worth it, I promise.” Margaret said and Tom pushed his lust down inside him once again. Margaret smile at him and then carried on feeding him, before returning to her own plate and eating her, now cool, meal. He helped her with the washing up and later they watched television, mainly cartoon network as she liked the programs there – Tom didn’t normally watch them but he was indulging his daughter. When it was 9 O’clock Margaret got up from her position and kissed him goodnight, “Please daddy go to bed as normal, your treat isn’t until tomorrow.” She said and giggled again, before she went to the door and slowly walked up the stair to her bedroom. Frank wasn’t sure what was happening, first of all he was shown Heaven and then it was taken away from him, he thought back to the way Margaret was dressed and his hand moved down to his cock, he was about to slip it out from his robe when a voice called down to him, “And daddy, mummy said you were to save yourself for later.” Tom didn’t ask what she meant, he thought that Charlotte would be returning home soon and so he tucked himself back into his pants and watched television for an hour. Tom found himself yawning and so he decided to go to bed, if Charlotte was going to arrive early then perhaps something came up at the hospital to stop her, he undressed and settled down to sleep. ---- There was a voice that awoke him, “Daddy, daddy please come here!” he looked around and realised it came from his daughter’s room. Getting up he went from his room and down the hallway to where his daughter’s room was, her door was open slightly – which was strange as she’d been keeping her door closed at night - he pushed the door open further to show the room. A bedside light was on spreading its light over the bed and spilling into the room, the other light came from a computer on his daughter’s sideboard; Tom didn’t even know she had one! But it wasn’t the computer that drew his eyes to the bed, lying on top of the covers, naked except for the ropes that held her legs apart and the handcuffs holding her arms above her head. In her hands she held, what appeared to be, a television remote control. Tom couldn’t see if she smiled as he entered the room, the large gag in her mouth prevented her from any facial movements. She pressed a button on the remote control. “The time is 12:05 and 20 seconds … The time is 12:05 and 30 seconds … The time is 12:05 and 40 seconds.” This time when Margaret touched the controller the screen blanked. Tom looked from the computer again to his daughter, he went to untie her, but she shook her head and pressed another control button. “Hello Darling.” The voice made him turn at first to the door and then to the computer screen, Charlotte’s face was looking out from the screen. “Tom, I know that I have been a disappointment to you for not carrying on with our playing, I’ve always regretted it but there is a reason. Which you will learn later. The reason why this is playing is because you were going to release our daughter without giving her the proof that you love her as much as you love me … please Darling don’t … she needs to feel your love. She wants to be yours as a lover and a daughter, you may ask her yourself, but don’t untie her darling … unless you don’t want her!” Tom felt that he’d been slapped, of course he loved his daughter … and after the way she’d been dressed and the way she looked now he found that his cock was also lusting after her. He looked to his daughter who was watching him. “Oh honey, of course I love you … I just don’t want to hurt you.” Tom told her and gently undid the gag held in her mouth. He was surprised at the length of it as he removed it. Margaret took a deep breath and smiled at him, “Honestly daddy, I want to do this, mummy’s told me so much and shown me. She said. Tom shook his head, “But darling … you don’t know I could really damage you…” Tom began. “I … Don’t … Care … daddy! I’ve heard you and mummy, you don’t hurt her … she likes it!” Margaret said. Tom tried to reason with her, “But Margaret! Your mother is used to me, she’s got used to my … length, if I tried that with you…” He said but she interrupted him again. “Mummy’s told me all that, so she’s been giving me lessons, stretching me with her didio.” Margaret told him. “Her dildo? But …” Frank gave up. He kissed his daughter and was surprised to feel her tongue moving to spar with his; it was certainly an undaughter-like kiss. “Mummy said she liked to suck your pee-pee.” Margaret said and the use of this childish word began to inflame him more, he began to see Charlotte there in the bed and not Margaret and so he undressed – taking only seconds to remove his pyjamas and presented his cock to her lips which parted to accept it. “Okay Char, you want this you’re going to get it.” Tom said and inside her Margaret giggled to her him use her mother’s name. Tom started pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth, then started sliding it in and out, feeling her tongue wiping and washing over the head as it moved. Then it got larger and he pushed forward forcing the shaft into her throat to empty itself into her stomach. As he pulled out he realised what he had done, “Oh Christ Margaret … I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…” He said but she licked her lips and smiled. “It’s okay daddy, mummy told me what to do, and she let me practise on her dil-do.” Margaret told him. Tom sat down slightly dazed at what he had done and then realised that the computer was playing a song – Into Temptation by Crowded House – He realised the significance of the song, How Margaret had met him that evening with a blue dress on, he touched her skin and yes, the cradle was soft and warm. He laughed softly Margaret smiled, it had been different to taste her father’s cock – yes she knew the words but her mummy had instructed her into how to speak – the length did surprise her but she wasn’t going to let him know! But now it was time for the next message from her mother, she pressed the button again and Charlotte’s face appeared on the screen. Tom heard the music stop and turn to the screen again. On the computer screen was his wife, she was looking out from the screen, “Hello again Tom, I think you deserve an explanation.” She said. “My father is the reason why I became so frightened of being tied up.” She said and after a short pause said, “No, it’s not what you think, I loved my father and he loved me just like, I hope, you love our daughter. I was eight when he first started to really love me as he did my mother. “As you know I was their only daughter and my mother couldn’t have any more and the sensation of sex hurt her for some reason that she didn’t explain at the time. She was the one who encouraged me to play with my daddy, I would learn about his cock and how to make it spurt,” She gave a giggle, “I remember I was so proud that I could get him to do that. “Anyway when I was eight mummy told me I could play with him a different way, she told me that his cock would slide into my pee-pee, at first I wouldn’t believe her but she showed me by putting her fingers inside me and started stretching me so that my pussy would open to allow his cock to go in. “That night he took my virginity, mummy was there and she said she was so proud of me and kissed me. Daddy was so gentle, and took his time to enter me, stopping at times to let me get used to him … It was so good that I wanted him to always do that to me. “After some more time they started tying me up and teasing me, pushing his cock slightly inside me and then into my mouth, but they never hurt me. Then mummy got tired and left daddy and me together while she went to bed. Daddy’s face … face was white but he said it wasn’t anything … then he put a gag on me and started licking my pussy … I knew that this meant he was about to push his glorious cock inside me again … and I wanted it.” Charlotte was starting to cry now as her memories overtook her. “He turned me onto my back and tied my legs apart and over the edge of the bed … I remember that his face was strange … but I thought it was just him playing – but he had a weak heart – we didn’t know this until later – and while he was inside me he collapsed on top of me … I could hear his breath as he struggled to breathe … He tried to untie my hands but then he closed his eyes … I … I couldn’t hear him breathing anymore … He stayed on top of me until my … mother woke up and came into my room … she pulled him away from me and tried to resuscitate him … but he was cold … so cold … if I could have helped him I would have … but I was tied down … I told mother that it was my fault … she tried to convince me that there was nothing I could have done … but that was why I became a nurse like her, I know now that there was nothing I could do for him … but I can never … forgive myself … in a way I had killed my father.” She finished and the screen faded. Tom nodded his head, “So that was why she made me take all those tests, to make sure I was healthy.” He said half to himself. “Yes daddy … mummy didn’t want you to … you know … while you were showing me … how much you love me.” Margaret had tears in her eyes as well now, even though she had already played that message before. “Daddy?” She then said which made Tom look at her. “While you had your pee-pee in my mouth you called me Char … can you pretend I’m mummy while to put your pee-pee into my pee-pee?” She asked him. “Can’t I make love to you both?” He asked her and was happy to see her smile “Please daddy.” She implored, “You can make love to me later.” She said and wriggled her hips at him. “Very well Margaret, just for mummy at first, but then you’re next.” He said and then bent over her frame and kissed her lips before moving his mouth down her body, licking at her forming breasts and feeling them stiffen under his lips and Margaret … no Charlotte … moaning he smiled and blew a raspberry into them, which made her gasp in surprise. Reluctantly leaving her breasts he moved down to her flat stomach, exploring her belly-button, sticking his tongue inside causing the young girl to giggle. From there he moved down to her hips which she raised to meet him, but he didn’t attack her pussy, instead he moved down her thigh, to her calve and then her foot, sucking in each toe hearing her suck in her breath as he did so. Then he was moving back up her leg, now on the inside of her thigh to where her legs joined her torso and the exciting bit in-between them. He could taste her sweet juices on her pussy it was too much for him and he pushed his tongue inside her small slit. “Oh Daddy!” She moaned and then the track changed to Fleetwood Mac on cue, but Tom didn’t really hear it as he concentrated on the feast before him, moving from her pussy to the small bump at the top of it, which made Margaret squirm even more. But she couldn’t escape from him. All too soon it was too much for her and she felt so strange and so nice that she seemed to fall asleep from the sensations. Tom felt his daughter stiffen and felt her scream in pleasure before she went limp. At first he panicked, he checked her pulse to ensure there still was one! And then relaxed as he felt it, strong and healthy, although it was fast. He then realised what had happened, he quickly ran to the bathroom and dampened a wash-cloth, returning to his daughter and wiping her face with it. The shock of the cool cloth brought Margaret back to her senses, she moved her hands relieved to find they were still restrained; she looked to her father, “What happened daddy?” She asked him. He smiled at her, “Well darling you came!” he told her and gently rubbed her pussy with his hand. She frowned at him, “Why did you stop? I thought you’d be … well, you know.” She said. He shook his head, “But you’ll be hurt.” He persisted. “Please daddy, you have to!” She exclaimed emphasising the have! She managed to lift her hips slightly to present her pussy to him. “I should leave you like that!” He mock threatened, Margaret seemed to deflate slightly and pressed a button on the controller that she still managed to hold onto. “ STOP RIGHT THERE TOM! ” The voice of Elizabeth shouted from the speakers, then continued at a normal volume, “Don’t desert our daughter, she wants this … for my sake, please listen to her.” The voice said and then the music returned. “Daddy, today is St. Valentines day … When you give the person you love something. … well I love you and I want to give you my body … the same body that you and mummy gave me.” Margaret said, “Please daddy, don’t reject me!” she cried out. Tom couldn’t stop himself he wrapped his arms around her and tried to pull her up, oblivious to her bondage at first, but then stopped himself and lowered his body to hers. “I’m sorry darling, I just didn’t understand.” He said and kissed her, this time tasting her lips and accepting her gift. ---- Margaret smiled as he began moving down her body again, this time revelling in his touches as he kissed her breasts again, moaning slightly as he sucked each one into his mouth and titillating each one to raise them into small points. She felt his tongue exploring her belly-button which made her giggle again, and then he was on her pussy, she felt him again sticking his tongue inside her pussy swiping up from the bottom to the top of the slit and then swirling around her clit – something that her mother had shown her earlier on – not only did she moan, she screamed slightly in pleasure as he built up her sparking feeling. And then he left her alone, she raised her hips as far as she could trying to get him to return to her body. Then something was pushing at her pussy, it felt like her mother’s dildo (yes she did know the proper name) but it was different … daddy’s fingers? No! She could feel his hand on her pussy, opening the lips there, this was something … then it entered her body. ‘Ohmigod!’ She thought to herself ‘I’m glad mummy made me practice, I don’t think I could have taken him otherwise’, She relaxed her lower body to allow him to enter her more, feeling him filling her up with his flesh. ---- Tom was amazed, not only was he penetrating his daughter’s body, but she was helping him! Her pussy and vaginal tunnel, although tight, was opening for him and he couldn’t feel her hymen, no doubt thanks to her ‘playing’ with Charlotte’s dildo. He pulled back slightly, smiling at Margaret’s mew of disappointment, only to be encouraged by her reaction as he pushed back in, going further inside her body making sure that he rubbed against her erect clit as he did so, ensuring that she got as much pleasure as he did so. After a few cycles of pulling and pushing he found that Margaret was acting with him, pushing her body up as he entered her and pulling away as he left her, so he was moving faster inside her, hearing her breathing quicken as her excitement built up inside her as it was in him, but he held off waiting for her to cum first before he could spew his sperm deep inside his daughter. ---- As she started to come down from her first cock induced climax she found that the sensation of his ejaculation triggered another climax which overwhelmed her and everything went black. She awoke to find her father still inside her and on top of her, for a moment she thought about what her mother had been through, she played with the handcuffs – as her mother had shown her- and they came undone, she touched her father’s neck – again taught by her mother – and felt his pulse. Strong and fast but it was okay, she quickly moved her hands above her and redid the handcuffs, waiting for her father to recover. ---- Tom felt a hand on his neck but he didn’t react, when he opened his eyes he saw his daughter’s face, the worry showing on it and so he raised himself up, his cock slipping out of her pussy. “It’s alright darling, I’m fine. It’s just that it took a lot out of me. Did you like it?” He asked her. “Oh Daddy, it was so wonderful … can we do it again?” She asked coyly. Tom smiled, “Perhaps later, there’s plenty of time. It Valentines Day for another 22 hours and I want to play with my present.” He said with a laugh. Margaret laughed too; she was enjoying being her father’s Valentines Day present as well. ---- It was eight O’clock when Charlotte arrived home, tired, but excited. Would Margaret have carried out the plans they had made together she hoped so. To be honest she had felt that she’d let Tom down when she stopped their games, but the memory of her father’s death had been too painful. She’d secretly seen a psychiatrist who had suggested she tried a substitute, although not the way she had interpreted it. The house was quiet … too quiet Charlotte thought feeling a sense of disquiet building up inside her, she dropped her bag and ran upstairs. She quickly looked into her bedroom, the bed was mussed and unmade, Tom must have got up quickly … but where was he? She looked into Margaret’s room, there was her daughter, fast asleep her hands still above her head but her legs untied and around her father’s … body? Charlotte gave a shudder as she remembered the scene that her mother must have walked into on that fateful day. She gave a gasp of shock and fainted. ---- Margaret heard a noise which woke her up, at first she wasn’t sure where she was and the weight pressing into her was nice, in a way, although heavy. She yawned and went to pull her arms down, only to find that they were still handcuffed and starting to complain. She moved her hands and quickly undid the cuffs, pulling her arms down, feeling the aches as the muscles moved after being in one position for so long. Her movements woke Tom from his dream, “Char? That was a …” he started to say and then realised who he was in bed with, “Sorry Maggie.” He said with a smile. Margaret almost moaned about his use of that cursed name, but then a warm feeling flowed over her and she thought it would be her daddy’s name for her, especially after the night they just had. Then she saw the legs lying just outside her door and she quickly scrambled from beneath her father. ---- Charlotte came to, she found Margaret looking at her tears in her eyes, Charlotte couldn’t help it she started to cry as well, “Oh Margaret, I didn’t think it could happen again, are you alright?” She asked. Margaret didn’t know what her mother meant, and then heard the second gasp from her mother as Tom came out of the bedroom. “Char … what happened to you?” He asked her The shock of seeing her ‘dead’ husband made Charlotte get to her feet and hug him, “Oh Tom, Tom, when I looked into Margaret’s bedroom … I saw … I saw my father lying on top of me … just how my mother found me … that … night.” She said between tears. Tom hugged his wife, “But that was so long ago, you were young and I’m sure there was nothing you could have done even if your hands were freed, you said he had a heart complaint that none of you knew about?” Tom said as her held her, “Just think his last moment were with the daughter he loved, his arms around you … how many fathers miss that? You were the person on his mind, he wouldn’t want you to suffer because of him would he?” Charlotte listened to his words and shook her head, “But he tried to … I should have … helped him.” She said. Tom shook his head, “There was nothing you could have done, it was beyond you.” Charlotte found a light was shining in her life now, she had been told by so many the same thing, but here was her husband, a man who she trusted with both her life and their daughter’s holding her and comforting her, not rejecting her as she had feared, she started to cry again. “Please mummy, don’t cry.” A small voice spoke up from beside them they both turned to see Margaret standing there, naked, tears in her eyes. Charlotte turned to her daughter and went down onto her knee so that she was now the same height as her. “It’s alright darling, I’m sorry … how was your night?” she asked. Margaret smiled, her tears forgotten as all young children are able to do. “Oh mummy it was wonderful and do you know? … Daddy didn’t hurt me at all, he was so kind and gentle … Oh mummy you should have been there it would have been so nice.” She said. Charlotte smiled, “And did you do as I told you?” She asked Margaret nodded, “Oh yes mummy I made sure the camera was on all the time so that you could watch it later.” She said. Tom shook his head and looked at his watch, “But you know something my darlings?” He asked, both his wife and daughter shook their heads. Tom smiled, “Well it’s nearly nine and there’s another 15 hours of Valentines Day to go …” He looked at Charlotte, “Do you want to play with my toy darling?” he asked. “Oh please mummy!” Margaret said clapping her hands with glee. Charlotte shook her head, “I don’t know … it been a long night and after that shock I had…” She said but found Tom holding one hand and Margaret the other as the pair of them pulled her into her daughter’s bedroom and to the bed. While she was being undressed Charlotte wondered who had received the best Valentine’s gift? |