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{ASSM} Two daughters {Sigerson H.} (Mgg cons inc ped)

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Two Daughters [1 of 1]
Copyright April 2001

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Mgg-cons-inc

Two Daughters

March 2001

The light was still on as I walked into the kitchen. I 
sat down and looked at the papers, old photographs, 
and envelopes scattered on the table. I thought back 
to the time almost a year ago before my world changed 
and fell apart and then came back together again. I 
picked the envelope with Marla's name on it. 'For 
Marla on her 16th birthday' was printed on it.

.

August 2000

Like many couples today, my wife June and I work long 
hours just to keep our house together. This would have 
been even more difficult if we hadn't managed to get 
different shifts so that we didn't have to pay for 
childcare.

My wife worked as an executive assistant from 8:30 AM 
to 5:00 PM. I tested mainframe computers from 6:00 PM 
to 2:30 AM. Good childcare in the Twin Cities is very 
costly and if we had not been able to work different 
shifts we would have slowly gone broke. That doesn't 
excuse what happened but it does explain how it 
happened.

As I was saying, I get home about 3:00 in the morning 
and my wife leaves at about 8:00. That means that I 
have to at least try to be awake when she leaves so 
that I can watch our daughter.

I was dead tired that morning when my wife June kissed 
me goodbye. "Mark, try to get supper ready before you 
leave tonight. I promised to take Becky shopping for 
school clothes and if I have to cook, we'll be pressed 
for time."

"Sure thing, dear." My brain felt so fuzzy I didn't 
care what I agreed to.

Mornings tend to be pretty unstructured in our home so 
Becky was still dressed in her usual cotton nightie 
and panties. I was still in my under shorts and 
bathrobe. I parked Becky in front of the television 
and went to take a shower to try to wake up. It didn't 
work all that well. I wrapped a towel around my waist 
after I was done and checked on Becky. The childrens' 
shows on public TV still had her enthralled.

I lay down on my bed to catch forty winks. I didn't 
even bother dressing first. I was only going to sleep 
for a half hour or so and then get on with my daily 
chores.

One other side effect of my wife and I working 
different shifts is that our sex life is almost non-
existent. Maybe that's just another attempt to shift 
the blame but I feel I ought to mention it.

Anyway, there I was spread out on my bed, with a towel 
around my waist, sawing logs and having a very 
pleasant erotic dream. My 8-year-old daughter was in 
the living room watching Barney or some such cartoon 
character. I had the normal male reaction to an erotic 
dream. I ejaculated all over my belly. My nocturnal 
emission could not have come at a more inopportune 
time (pardon the pun). I shot my wad shortly after my 
daughter came into my bedroom. Well actually I don't 
know how long she watched before I creamed all over my 
belly.

My towel had come undone and was not covering any part 
of my anatomy. My erect penis was lying on my belly 
pointed directly at my chest. Becky watched me shoot 
cum all the way to my chin. Most guys will tell you 
that they wake up when they start to cum and that's 
just what I did. I woke up to see my innocent daughter 
staring at my crotch as glob after glob of cum 
splashed on my chest.

My first instinct was to yell at her to get out. I 
fought that completely normal reaction and tried to 
think how I could get her out of my room without 
traumatizing her. She had seen me naked when she was a 
couple years younger but 8-year-old girls should not 
see their fathers cum. It was too late now.

"You should knock before you come into mommy and 
daddy's bedroom, Becky. You know that." I calmly 
draped the towel over my rapidly deflating penis. "Is 
there something you need, honey?"

"Could you make me a cheese sandwich, Daddy?" Becky 
was looking at my cum drenched chest instead of my 
face.

"Why would you want to be a cheese sandwich? Don't you 
like being a little girl?"

This was one of our games. We both found it to be 
extremely hilarious and this word play seemed like a 
good way to remove the tension from the situation. It 
worked.

Becky giggled. "I don't want to make ME into a cheese 
sandwich, Daddy, I want you to MAKE a cheese sandwich 
for ME to EAT."

"Sure, honey. You go to the kitchen and put the bread 
and cheese on the counter. I'll be out in a minute."

I breathed a sight of relief as I watched her cute 
little butt exit my room. That's not how I should be 
thinking of my own daughter. But that's what I 
remember thinking. I could see the lighter colored 
shape of her panties under the thin cotton nightie. I 
watched her hips sway girlishly as she walked to the 
door. She turned when she got to the door. She stood 
sideways for a second. One perky little nipple poked 
at the front of her thin nightgown. My cock was 
getting hard again.

"Hurry up, daddy. I'm getting hungry."

"Be there in a minute, dear."

I tried not to think about my reaction as I dressed. 
Fathers are not supposed to get erections when they 
look at their daughters.

.

Becky was sitting at the counter when I walked into 
the kitchen. The kitchen was already hot from the 
August sun streaming in through the sliding glass 
doors that led to the patio. I sat on the stool next 
to Becky and grabbed a couple slices of bread. "How 
many slices of cheese, Becky?"

"Umm, two."

"Mayo or butter."

"Mayo."

"Tomato?"

"Umm, no."

"Gopher guts?"

Becky giggled. "Daddy! We don't have any gopher guts 
for sandwiches!"

"I could go get some."

That brought another fit of giggling. I continued to 
make the sandwich through all of this back and forth. 
I handed her the sandwich and went to wash the dishes. 
Becky seemed not at all traumatized by what had just 
taken place.

Becky finished her sandwich and went to watch more TV. 
I couldn't let it rest, though. I followed her to the 
living room. I sat on the couch next to her. Some 
cartoon character was trying to teach Spanish words to 
the audience. I muted the TV.

"Becky, I want to talk to you about what you saw in 
the bedroom."

"O.K., Daddy."

Now that I had started this I wasn't sure how to 
proceed. I took a deep breath. I needed to keep this 
low key and non-threatening. "Now, you know that your 
supposed to knock before you come into my bedroom."

"Yes." She spoke very quietly.

"O.K. Tell me why you're supposed to knock."

"Because you want to be in there alone?

"Yes. And I might not be dressed and want to dress 
before you come in. Like today."

"I know, Daddy. I'm sorry."

I kissed her forehead. "I know you're sorry. I just 
wanted to be sure you understood." I took another 
breath. "I also want to ask you to not mention this to 
Mommy when she gets home."

"Why not?"

"Well, it was an accident but Mommy might not 
understand how it happened. I should have been awake 
and dressed when you walked in not asleep and 
undressed."

Becky shrugged. "O.K., Daddy."

I sighed with relief. I hadn't realized how tense I 
was until now."

"Daddy."

"Yes, honey."

"What was that stuff that came out of your thing?"

That was one question I hadn't expected. "Why do you 
ask, honey?"

"Welllll." Becky seemed reluctant to tell me why she 
wanted to know. I started to wonder if I had affected 
her after all.

"You can tell me, Becky. I'll be honest with you, if 
you're honest with me."

Now it was Becky's turn to sigh. "O.K. Daddy, I'll 
tell you. Marla says that white stuff comes out her 
Daddy's thing when she touches it. I just wanted to 
know if that's the same stuff."

That set me back. Becky's best friend Marla was 
playing with her Dad's penis and watching him cum. 
Jack and I were friends. His wife Betty had died a 
little over a year ago and Jack had gotten pretty 
depressed but he seemed to be better lately. 

I was their daughter Marla's godfather. They had lived 
right across the street from us since before our kids 
were born. Our families had eaten at each other's 
table so many times I couldn't count them. Betty and I 
had had a short-lived affair before the kids came 
along but our families' friendship had survived even 
that. Was Jack really molesting his daughter or rather 
having his daughter molest him? I had to be really 
careful here.

"Yes it is the same stuff. Just what did Marla tell 
you?"

"Last year her Dad got sick after Marla's Mom died. He 
stayed home from work for a long time and Marla 
watched T.V. with him. One day he took out his thing 
and played with it until the white stuff came out. Her 
Dad told her not to tell any one because he might get 
into trouble. After that her Dad would play with his 
thing every day while they watched T.V. Then one day 
her asked her to play with it. The white stuff 
squirted way up in the air and some landed in her 
hair. Her Dad made her swear not to tell anyone. She 
still plays with his thing almost every day."

"If she promised not to tell anyone why did she tell 
you?"

Becky looked at me like I was dense. "Because Me and 
are bestest friends. We tell each other everything."

"So you'll tell Marla about what you saw today?"

Becky shrugged. "Maybe. We talk about a lot of stuff."

"Has Marla's Dad asked her to do other things?"

"Welllll."

"You can tell me, honey. I won't tell anything that 
should be a secret."

Becky sighed again. "He's also touches her on her 
chest and between her legs. And last month he told her 
to put her mouth on his thing. The stuff squirted into 
her mouth and she spit it out. She said it tasted 
awful. Why would he ask her to put her mouth on his 
thing?"

"Well, honey, for most men it feels really good when 
their girlfriends do that to them. I think it was 
wrong of her Dad to ask her to do that, though. Does 
it make Marla feel bad when her Dad makes her play 
with him?"

"It did at first but now she says it makes her tingle. 
Especially between her legs. She doesn't know how she 
feels about it."

"What have they taught you in school about this, 
Becky?"

"The teachers said that if anybody touches you in your 
private places you should tell somebody right away. 
But Marla doesn't want to tell anyone about her Dad. 
She doesn't want to get him into trouble."

I should have called Child Protection immediately. Why 
didn't I?

"Let me think about this for a bit. Could you invite 
Marla over this afternoon? I'll talk to her about it. 
Maybe we can work something out."

"Sure. We were planning to go to the park this 
afternoon. We'll come over here first."

"Good, honey. All right, then, go get dressed and 
let's get the housework done."

.

The morning went by pretty quickly. I managed to work 
side by side with Becky without once getting an 
erection. Maybe I wasn't a pervert.

I still hadn't decided what to do about Jack. I 
guessed I would wait to hear what Marla had to say.

Marla came over just before lunch. The girls were 
dressed in flower-patterned halter-tops and denim 
shorts. They looked almost like sisters. 

I served the girls chicken soup and tuna salad 
sandwiches while we chatted about inconsequential 
things. After the dishes were washed and set in the 
dish rack to dry, I cleared my throat.

"Marla, Becky told me some things today that I feel 
you and I need to talk about."

"I know. She told me on the phone this morning."

"Are you willing to talk to me about your Dad?"

"I guess so. Dad told me not to tell anyone but you 
already know so. why not?"

"Do you want Becky to be with us while we talk?"

Marla hesitated. "No. I'll talk to you alone."
"Fair enough, Marla. Let's go to the family room. 
Becky, why don't you play in your room for a while? 
I'll use the intercom to call you if Marla wants you 
to come down stairs."

"O.K., Daddy. Come up and get me when you're done 
Marla"

Marla sat on the couch and I sat in my rocking chair. 
She was so short that her little legs stuck almost 
straight out. I still didn't know how to proceed. I 
decided to get facts and hope something occurred to 
me.

"Tell me what your Dad wants you to do to him."

"Becky already told you. He has me take out his thing 
and rub it up and down until he squirts his stuff."

Marla watched her feet intently as she kicked her legs 
back and forth.  I felt that Marla had more that she 
wanted to say.  "What else does your Dad make you do?" 
I asked quietly.

"He makes me to put my mouth over it and have the 
stuff squirt into my mouth, it tastes kind of yucky, 
and he puts his hand on my boobs and on my cunny while 
I do it makes me feel kind of weird but sometimes it 
feels kind of nice.."

"Do you want him to stop?"

Marla kicked her legs up and down for a few seconds 
while she looked down at her lap.

"Sometime he makes me do it when I don't want to. Like 
last night he came into my room while I was asleep. He 
woke me up and made me do it to him. He didn't even 
call me Marla. He called me Betty. I think he thinks 
that I'm Mom."

"I think you might be right Marla. The important thing 
now is to decide what to do about it. I could talk to 
your Dad and tell him to let you be if you'd like. I 
could also take you to a social worker and they could 
have you live with someone else for a while until your 
Dad can get some help. Do you know what you want to 
do?"

"I don't want to go live with someone else, that's for 
sure. You talk to him first. Maybe he'll stop."

"I'll talk to him as soon as he gets home. You have my 
word. You and Becky go play now. Come back here when 
you're done playing. Don't go home first. Your Dad 
might be upset that someone knows."

"O.K." Marla crawled off the couch and ran up stairs. 
I stayed in the family room for a few minutes trying 
to figure out what to say to Jack. I heard the back 
door slam a few minutes later. Jack should be home 
early this afternoon. I had about an hour to come up 
with something.

.

The confrontation went even worse than I had imagined. 
Jack denied everything at first. I told him that Marla 
herself had told me about it. I mentioned all the 
things that she had told me. He admitted some of them 
and then denied that they were as serious as they 
sounded. He had exposed himself accidentally. He had 
jacked off in front of Marla. Marla had asked him to 
let her do it. He hadn't touched Marla. He had touched 
her after she asked him to. The man was just losing 
it. It became obvious that talking to Jack was a lost 
cause. I told him that I was going to have to call 
Child Protection if he couldn't promise to stop 
molesting Marla. He cried and finally said that he 
wouldn't do it anymore. He was lying of course. I 
could see it in his eyes. I finally told him that I 
wasn't going to call them. He could see that I was 
lying. Halfway across the street I looked back at the 
house. The whole house seemed dark and deserted. My 
stomach tightened.

I picked up the phone as soon as I got home. It was 
already 4:00. I expected the girls to be back any time 
now. I was just starting to call when Becky and Marla 
walked in the front door. I quickly hung up the phone. 
I couldn't call with Marla in the room.

"Did you talk to my Dad?"

"Yes I did, Marla, but I don't think it did any good. 
I think I'm going to have to call a social worker."

"Do you have to? I don't want Daddy to get into 
trouble."

I dodged the issue.

"Why don't you stay for supper, Marla? I'll call them 
right after supper."

A really loud bang prevented me from hearing her 
answer. A chill went through my body before my brain 
even registered what the sound was.

"Stay here, girls. Don't open the door until I get 
back."

I ran across the street before they answered.

Jack's living room was a mess. He had used his 
shotgun. I felt sick as I closed the door and went 
back to my house.

"Girls, I want you to go up to Becky's room. Close the 
door and stay there until I come up to get you." As 
soon as I heard the door close, I called 911. I stayed 
on the phone until the police showed up.

I hadn't seen the note Jack left. It was addressed to 
Becky. Jack said he was sorry for all that he had done 
but never got specific. The police wanted to take 
Marla to a children's shelter for the evening but I 
persuaded them to let her stay with us for the night 
since June and I were her godparents.

June got home in the middle of all the mess. I told 
her that Jack had committed suicide but left out the 
sexual activity between Jack and Marla. That secret 
could die with Jack.

Jack's will left everything to June and me. I know we 
had agreed to be designated as guardians for each 
other's children but Jack had seen to it that we had 
enough money to care for Marla.

June and I went through the papers in Jack's house 
after probate was complete. The financial papers we 
dealt with immediately. The family papers we set aside 
for Marla to go through when she was older. June put 
most of the papers and photos in our deposit box.

Jack hadn't spent any of the insurance from Betty's 
death and that coupled with the insurance from his 
suicide meant that I could afford to change careers. I 
had been testing computer systems but wanted to get 
into software design so I quit my job and became a 
full time househusband and part time consulting 
programmer. I could do almost all of my work from home 
and was able to care for the girls during the day.

Marla needed a lot of caring. She was very clingy due 
to the death of her father just a year following the 
death of her mother. Two or three times a day she 
would stop playing and frantically search for June or 
me. She would get more and more panicky as she ran 
from room to room looking for one of us. Our 
pediatrician recommended a good child psychologist and 
I took Marla to see him.

After only four sessions, he asked to speak with June 
and me alone. I suspected that he had discovered Marla 
had been molested by Jack. I was wrong.

He just wanted to tell us that Marla was behaving 
normally for a girl who had just lost her parents and 
tell us what to expect in the future. The clingy 
behavior would lessen as the months passed but 
periodic lapses could be expected. The anger at her 
father could also be redirected at me. I would 
probably be blamed for anything and everything in the 
next couple years. He didn't warn me about Marla 
attempting to recreate all the aspects of her 
relationship with her father.


February 2001

It was about six months after the suicide. Becky and 
Marla had just gotten home from school. After hanging 
up their coats and boots they disappeared into the 
family room to watch cartoons and do homework until 
supper. A few minutes later Marla came into my home 
office. She was wearing her regular outfit of blue 
jeans and white blouse.

"Do you like me, Jack?"

"You know I do, Marla. Why do you think I don't?"

"You don't do the things with me that my Dad used to 
do."

"What things do you want me to do?"

Marla blushed. "You know. Like we talked about the day 
that my Dad. You know."

"It would be wrong for me to do those things with you, 
honey. Besides, you said you didn't like it and you 
wanted me make him stop. Why do you want me to do them 
to you?"

"I just wanted you to make him stop doing them some of 
the times. Like when I'm sleeping. Some of the times I 
really felt good when we were doing those things. Can 
we do them?"

Why didn't I say no immediately? I don't know. Maybe I 
don't want to remember why I didn't. I do remember 
looking at Marla and not seeing just a little girl. I 
saw a little girl who was starting to develop a 
figure. Her breasts were forming distinct mounds under 
her blouse. Her hips were beginning to fill out her 
blue jeans in a manner that was not as childish as it 
was only last summer. When had I started noticing 
these things? Had I ever not noticed them? Marla was 
still waiting for an answer.

"What things exactly do you want me to do to you?"

"Wellll, I sorta liked it when Daddy rubbed me between 
my legs and when he rubbed my chest. If you do that 
for me then I'll rub your thingy."

"Honey, you can rub yourself if you want. You really 
don't need me to do it for you."

"I know. I've tried doing it but it just doesn't feel 
the same. Maybe you can show me how?"

I steeled myself to give the answer that I knew was 
the correct. "I told you, honey. That just isn't 
something I can do."

"Pleeaase. I really like the way that makes me feel

She looked so pathetic and sad as she pleaded with me. 
My brain was on fire with the thought of putting my 
hands on her hairless twat. I felt my resolve begin to 
crumble.

I patted my lap. "Come sit up here, Marla."

She situated herself on my lap. I turned her so that 
her back was against my chest with her legs on the 
outside of my legs.

I took her hand in mine. "I'll show you how I do it to 
girls." I placed her hand against her crotch and 
covered it with mine. I started moving her hand up and 
down her jeans covered crotch.

"I can't feel anything through my jeans. Let me take 
them off."

Marla wriggled out of her jeans and placed my hand 
against the thin piece of cloth that covered her slit. 
My erect cock pressed into the crack of butt cheeks. I 
broke out in a sweat as I felt the crease between her 
pussy lips. My hand began to caress her slit 
automatically. My mind had ceased functioning.

Marla's body started responding. Her panties got wet. 
Her breathing grew rapid. Low moans came from her 
mouth. My hand speeded up. My finger slipped between 
her pussy lips. Faster. Marla's hands pressed my hand 
harder against her crotch. I closed my eyes and 
abandoned my self to the sensations.

Minutes passed. Nothing existed outside of her hot wet 
pussy and my flying fingers. Marla's body began to 
spasm against my sopping wet fingers. I clutched her 
to my chest and continued to massage her gushing cunt 
until she was limp. I kissed the top of Marla's head. 
Both of us were exhausted.

"Marla. Daddy." I heard Becky calling from the stairs. 
Her footsteps were slowly ascending.

"Get dressed!" I whispered frantically into Marla's 
ear as I lifted her from my lap and stood her on the 
floor. I dashed to the door and closed it quietly. I 
braced the door closed with my foot as Marla slowly 
got dressed.

Becky's voice was right outside my door. Marla was 
tugging her jeans over her hips. "Daddy. Marla. Are 
you guys in there?"

"Just a minute, Becky." Marla was taking forever. She 
zipped up her jeans. She still looked like a girl who 
was basking in the afterglow of an orgasm. She smelled 
like one, too. I hoped Becky wouldn't notice.

"What do you need, Becky?" I said as I opened the 
door. Marla looked as if she had been hit with a 
board.

"What are you guys doing in here? I thought I heard 
Marla crying."

"We were just playing, dear."

Marla moved to the door like she was in a dream. "Can 
we play again tomorrow, Daddy?"

"Sure, Marla."

I shut the door behind the girls. My cock was aching. 
I had just molested my goddaughter and had an erection 
that wouldn't quit. I didn't know whether to wash my 
hands or jack off.

I jacked off and then washed my hands. I froze as I 
was drying my hands.

Marla had called me Daddy. My eyes filled with tears.

.

I tried to tell myself that that would be the end of 
it. I would just be firm and tell Marla that we 
couldn't do those things anymore. The propensity for 
man to delude himself is limitless. I knew it was a 
lie even as I thought the words.

I was not surprised when Marla came to my office again 
a few days later. I said all the appropriate words in 
my head but they never made it to my mouth. Marla 
closed the door and stripped off her jeans and panties 
before crawling on my lap and placing my hand on her 
bare pussy.

I closed my eyes and surrendered to my passions. My 
fingers worked their magic on the flesh between 
Marla's legs. One finger found her clit and began to 
tease the nubbin hidden between the lips. My mouth 
watered with desire to place her sex at my lips and 
drink her juice.

Marla's breath once again grew ragged and labored as I 
pleasured her. My free hand stole under her tee shirt 
to caress a nipple that did not yet need a brassiere. 
Marla wriggled her ass against my stiff cock enough to 
stimulate me. I wanted remove my pants so that the 
bare flesh of penis could nestle itself between her 
cheeks, but that would have required stopping, but I 
couldn't bear the thought of stopping now.

Marla and I swam in our own ocean of desire, bounding 
from one wave of pleasure to the next until at last 
both of us were limp. Her orgasm had drenched my 
fingers with her juice. I lifted my fingers to my 
mouth. I inhaled the scent of her sex as I sucked her 
juices from my fingers.

That's how Becky found us.

Marla, naked from the waist down, sitting on my lap. 
Me, with one hand still under Marla's shirt, caressing 
a small breast and the other hand in my mouth licking 
her juice from my fingers. Becky walked into my room 
and this time there was no way to disguise what Marla 
and I were doing.

Marla lazily turned to face Becky. "See. I told you 
Daddy was doing it to me. It really feels great, 
Becky. You have to try it."

"But Daddy said it was wrong. How come you started 
doing it to Marla, Daddy?"

I was still feeling good from my sexual arousal. I 
just grinned at Becky. I focused on her cute little 
buds poking through her shirt. My cock twitched with 
renewed desire. "It just feels so good, honey. Do you 
want to try it?"

Becky hesitated. She still remembered my telling her 
it was wrong.

Marla crawled off my lap. She gingerly touched her 
swollen pussy lips. "You just can't believe how great 
it feels, Becky. You've got to try it."

Becky took off her jeans slowly. I half hoped she 
wouldn't get on my lap. She came over to me in her 
Wonder Woman panties.

"It's better if you're not wearing panties," said 
Marla helpfully.

Becky obligingly removed her panties and assumed 
Marla's place my lap.

I ran my fingertips along Becky's smooth slit. I 
couldn't believe that I was actually touching my 
daughter in this way. Several of my adolescent sexual 
fantasies ran through my brain as I pressed my fingers 
between those puffy hairless lips.

"Just relax, honey," I whispered. "I won't hurt you." 
My fingers began their slow sensuous massage of 
Becky's virgin pussy.

Marla watched intently. She had always been on the 
receiving end of this treatment. Her hand copied my 
movements as she stood watching Becky receive the same 
pleasure that she had received only moments before.

"Get on the chair across from us, Marla. Lay back and 
copy my movements. You can do this for yourself any 
time you want."

Marla did as I instructed. I watched hungrily as she 
mimicked my motions. Her pussy lips glistened with her 
natural lubricant.

Becky's lips became slicker as her juices began to 
provide the necessary lubrication. Her breathing 
became more ragged under the onslaught of my fingers. 
One finger slipped between her pussy lips and followed 
the path from her clit to the entrance of her vagina. 
The other fingers stimulated the folds between the 
outer and inner lips. Becky moaned with delight.

I slipped a hand under her shirt. Her stiff nipples 
grew harder under my caresses. Becky's arousal had me 
just as stiff.

Marla squealed as she achieved her second orgasm of 
the afternoon. Her hand ceased its motion and cupped 
her pussy. She would learn soon enough how to prolong 
an orgasm. I was sure that I would be the one to teach 
her.

Becky humped her crotch against my hand. I lightened 
my touch and quickened the strokes. Becky moaned and 
writhed with arousal. She was getting hungry for 
something she had never experienced. She didn't know 
what it was but she wanted it desperately. I kept her 
on the edge for several more minutes by slowing and 
speeding up my manipulation of her clit. She began to 
sob with each stroke on her clit. I increased the 
pressure slightly and at last she found the release 
she sought.

I clasped Becky to my chest as I cupped her pussy. 
With no further stimulation, the orgasm passed and 
left Becky limp in my arms.

Marla had recovered by this time. "How was it, Becky?"

"It was wonderful." Becky whispered. "I never realized 
I could feel that good."

The telephone interrupted our quiet recovery from the 
sex play. I answered it lazily. "Hello."

"Hi, honey. This is June." That got my attention. My 
hot sweaty body turned into a cold sweaty body as my 
stomach tied itself into a tight ball. Bile rose in my 
throat.

"I just want to tell you that I'm on my way home now. 
I should be there in about thirty minutes. I got off 
early because I have to pack and leave for LA 
tomorrow. Ms. Jefferson has a deal that's about to 
fall apart but thinks she can save it with some face-
to-face persuasion."

"I'll start supper now and it should be on the table 
by the time you're home."

"Thanks, dear. Bye-bye."

"Bye."

I put Becky on the floor. "Girls you need to wash up 
for supper. And, uh be sure to wash uh, between your 
legs. You also both need to promise me that you won't 
talk to Mommy about anything that we did in here 
tonight. If she asks what you did after school, just 
say that you did home work and watched T.V. Will you 
promise me that girls?"

"We promise, Daddy." Both girls spoke simultaneously.

"Thank you Becky. Thank you Marla. Now go wash up. I 
have to start cooking.

The girls picked up their clothes before running off 
to the bathroom bottomless. I watched their cute 
little bare butts all the way down the hall. I had 
never needed an orgasm so badly.

.

I had the table set and was putting dinner on the 
table when June got home. We all chatted about the 
day's activities while we ate. Well the girls and I 
did keep quiet about the afternoon's activities.

June was excited about the trip. Her boss had enough 
confidence in her abilities to ask her along. She was 
to take notes during the meetings and do research in 
between. She had even brought home a thick folder of 
papers concerning the companies involved in the 
negotiations. She wanted to start going through them 
as soon as she was done packing.

She went upstairs to pack as soon as she was done 
eating. The girls helped me do the dishes before 
settling down to finish their homework.

June was busy reading when I got upstairs. "How long 
will you be gone, honey?"

"Two days at most. Ms. Jefferson said if we can't wrap 
things up by then it isn't worth it."

"Well, how about a little adult playtime before 
bedtime tonight? Just to remind me what I'll bee 
missing while you're away."

June looked up from her papers. "Come back in a couple 
hours. If I don't put this stuff away when you get 
back, rip the clothes off my body and ravish me on the 
floor. Just don't get any cum on the papers. I don't 
think I could explain that to Ms. Jefferson."

I fondled June's breasts as I nuzzled her neck. Her 
nipples responded to my touch. "You've got a deal, 
honey," I said as June shuddered with delight.

The girls were watching T.V. in the family room when I 
got downstairs. I checked their homework and settled 
down to watch with them. Becky sat on my right and 
Marla sat on my left as we watched some dysfunctional 
sitcom family sort out some improbable domestic 
problem. The fear of being caught by June prevented me 
from continuing our afternoon sex play.

After a couple more sitcoms it was time for bed. The 
girls kissed me and went to their bedroom with no 
protests. I watched T.V for another half hour and then 
went to check on them. They were both in bed with the 
lights out. I briefly considered the possibility of 
once more touching the bear flesh between their legs. 
Instead I just bent down to kiss each girl good night 
and quietly closed the door on my way out.

I returned to the family room to watch a little more 
but was too horny to sit there. I was about to turn 
off the television when June came into the family 
room.

Her hair was wet and she was wearing her robe. "You 
should have told me you were taking a shower. I could 
have helped you wash your back."

June sat beside me on the couch. "If you were helping 
me wash, we would still be in the shower."

I put one hand under her robe to caress a naked 
breast. It felt huge under my hand. Somehow I had 
expected it to be the same size as Marla's or Becky's 
breasts.

We kissed hungrily. She was just as eager as I was. I 
was startled when she abruptly broke off the kiss.

"I don't want the kids to catch us. Let's go to the 
bedroom."

"They're already asleep. I just checked on them." I 
untied the sash of June's robe.

"Are you sure?" June's fingers fumbled with my belt 
buckle.

I slipped the robe from her shoulders to expose her 
breasts. "Absolutely."

"Good." June unbuttoned by shirt.

We were both naked in record time. I looked at June's 
neatly trimmed pubic hair. I mentally compared it with 
the two hairless pussies I had seen earlier that day. 
"Have you ever though of shaving off all your pubic 
hair?" I asked June as I placed a hand on her crotch.

June inhaled sharply as my fingers found her clit. 
"Not really. Why?"

I didn't answer. Instead, I pushed June backwards 
until she was lying on the couch. June made sure that 
her robe was under her hips. My mouth briefly suckled 
a breast before moving down her belly to the light 
brown hair that hid her pussy lips.

June's fingers gripped my hair as I began to work my 
tongue into her honey pot. Again I compared her to the 
girls. She tasted the same as she had last week. 
Neither of the girls tasted better than her. They were 
just different.

In short order June was writhing with pleasure. My 
erection was aching for release. I rested my jaw for a 
second and caught a flicker of movement out of the 
corner of my eye.

I instantly knew it was one or both of the girls. I 
considered what to do as I reapplied my mouth to 
June's pussy. I didn't care if the girls watched but 
June did. Well if June saw the girls then she could 
decide what to do.

June shrieked as she had her orgasm from my tongue. If 
the movement I saw wasn't the girls then I'm pretty 
sure that her shriek of pleasure would wake them.

I moved so that I was kneeling on the floor beside 
June's head. "Suck me," I said to her. She took my 
cock into her mouth and I arched my back as I lost 
myself in the moment. I was too close to cumming.

I put my hand on June's head. "Hold it. I'm about to 
cum. I want to cum inside you."

I sneaked a look out of the corner of my eye as I 
changed positions. Both Becky and Marla were peeking 
around the doorway.

I got between June's legs and positioned the head of 
my cock at the entrance to her cunt. June was already 
well lubricated with a mixture of my saliva and her 
own juices. June guided me as I slid into her. I 
sighed as I felt the walls of her cunt embrace my 
cock. I love that feeling of first penetration.

We made love slowly and gently. I was still close to 
orgasm and wanted to help June to achieve her second 
orgasm before I shot my load.

June came in only a few minutes. Maybe it was the 
atypical location for our lovemaking. Maybe it was the 
increased chance of being caught by the girls. 
Whatever the reason, her orgasm came on hard and fast. 
She sobbed and gasped as her muscles spasmed. The 
girls were getting an eyeful tonight.

My balls tightened against my body. Cum surged from my 
cock and flooded into June's cunt. I seemed to cum for 
hours, though it must have been only a few seconds. I 
had been waiting for this since I had fingered the 
girls that afternoon.

I collapsed onto June's chest. Both of us were sodden 
with a rapidly cooling glaze of sweat. I casually 
turned my head to the side but was careful to keep my 
eyes closed. The girls quickly dodged out of the way.

I knew I would weigh too much for June to bear my 
weight for too long so I rolled off of June and sat on 
the floor so that my body blocked her view of the 
doorway. I opened my eyes just enough to see as I let 
out a little theatrical snore.

The girls took the bait and peeped around the corner 
again. I put one finger to my lips as I opened my eyes 
and waved them away with my other hand. Becky smiled 
at me and tugged Marla away from the door.

I gave the girls a few minutes to get into bed before 
I shook June's shoulder. "Let's go to bed, Honey."

June groaned and protested weakly. "Let me sleep 
here."

"Do you want the girls to find you naked and freshly 
fucked tomorrow morning?"

She groaned again but slowly sat up. She looked down 
between her legs. "God you made a mess. You must have 
emptied a quart of cum into me."

"Well clamp your legs together on the way to the 
bathroom so you don't drip onto the carpet."

June covered her pussy with one hand as she stood up. 
I helped her into her robe. She kissed my cheek and 
said, "I'm going to clean up and check on the kids. 
I'll meet you in the bedroom in a minute."

"Just be sure you're ready for another tongue 
lashing." I patted her on the ass and followed her 
down the hall carrying my clothes.

After June closed the door to the bathroom, I poked my 
head into the girl's bedroom. "Mom's going to check on 
you in a minute," I whispered. "Be sure you're asleep 
when she does."

"Yes, Daddy," whispered Becky.

"Goodnight then." I closed the door and went to bed.

June crawled into bed with me a few minutes later. 
"Now what were you saying about giving me another 
tongue lashing?"

My only response was a yawn and a peck on the cheek. 
Both of us fell asleep almost immediately.

The alarm rang way too early. June was already 
finishing her morning coffee when I dragged my ass 
downstairs at seven o'clock. We had two hours to get 
to the airport that was an hour away.

The girls joined us thirty minutes later. Both were 
dressed and ready for the bus. This was a distinct 
improvement from most days when they showed up half 
ready and complaining about having to go to school.

They wolfed down breakfast and kissed June good-bye as 
we headed for the car. I would miss have June next to 
me for a few nights. I always did. It usually took me 
three nights just to move from my side of our bed. I 
felt lonely and excited at the same time.

Even though I would miss June, I would also have a few 
uninterrupted evenings with Becky and Marla. I wasn't 
sure how far our sex play would go but I wanted to 
explore this newly revealed side of my own sexuality. 
I had never considered myself a pedophile or one of 
those men who show up on the news charged with 
molesting their own daughters but it was pretty plain 
that I was in that group.

We parked in the ramp and took the tunnel to the main 
building at MSP. There were a lot more people 
traveling than I expected.

June got her boarding pass at the e-ticket machine 
while I checked the monitors for her gate. Why is it 
that every time I go to the airport my gate is at the 
far end of the concourse?

Ms. Jefferson was already in the waiting area when we 
arrived. She was shorter than June by at least six 
inches. Her blonde hair was cut short in a typical 
professional woman's easy to manage bob. She was 
impeccably dressed in a gray business suit jacket and 
skirt. She projected an air of confidence and looked 
ready to take over the reins of any company on a 
moments notice.

Ms. Jefferson was polite and charming as June 
introduced us. I liked her immediately. She came 
across as a dedicated businesswoman.

I started feeling uneasy. Something didn't feel right 
but I couldn't put my finger on it. It wasn't Ms. 
Jefferson. I don't know what it was. I mentally 
shrugged and let it go.

I had intended to wait with June until she had to 
board but Ms. Jefferson wanted to start reviewing 
their papers and strategy before the flight. June was 
also eager to go over what she had learned while 
studying the papers last night. I kissed June good-bye 
and shook hands with Ms. Jefferson. The uneasy feeling 
didn't go away.

.

The day passed surprisingly swiftly. I got a lot of 
work done and was taking a break when the girls got 
home. They came bounding into my office.

"Hi, Daddy!" shrieked Becky as she jumped onto my lap 
to kiss me. Marla came in just as swiftly though much 
quieter.

"Hi, girls. How was school?"

"Boorring!" they said in unison.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Well do your home work and 
then we'll eat."

Becky jumped off my lap and began to unzip her jeans. 
"We wanna play first."

"No. We'll play after homework and supper. Your Mom is 
out of town so we'll have plenty of time after 
supper."

Becky stuck out her lower lip in the most dramatic 
pout I had seen in a long time.

"Aaawww, Daaaad. Just a little play first. Pleeaasse!" 
She thrust her hand into her pants to cup her mound.

Marla took Becky's elbow. "C'mon Becky. The sooner we 
finish homework, the sooner we can have fun."

Becky opened her mouth to protest but shut it when 
Marla shook her head. They whispered conspiratorially 
as they left my office.

.

After supper I checked the homework. Some of it was 
very evidently done in a hurry. Both girls pouted as 
they sat at the kitchen table to redo the sloppy work.

I went to the family room to watch T.V. while they 
finished up.

A few minutes after I settled myself on the couch two 
naked girls attacked me. They came running into the 
family room, jumped onto my lap, and wrapped their 
arms around my neck.

"Time to play, Daddy!" they squealed.

I fought back by tickling them until both of them were 
breathless and begging me to stop. 

We all sat still for a few minutes to catch our 
breath. I was sandwiched between two giggling girls 
with an arm around each of them. "So what game are we 
going to play?" 

Becky bumped my shoulder with hers. "You know what 
game, Daddy. The one we played yesterday where you 
rubbed me."

"No!" yelled Marla. "I wanna play the game that you 
played with Mommy last night."

I patted her thigh. "Sorry, honey. I can't play that 
game with you. That's for adults only."

"But, can't we do some of the things that you and 
Mommy did?"

"Welll, maybe. What things did you want to do?"

Marla dissolved into giggles again. Becky stepped in 
to help her. "She wants you to put your mouth on her 
cunny."

"On her what?"

"You know what, Daddy. Between her legs. Where you 
rubbed us yesterday."

"Are you sure you want me to do that to you, Marla?"

"Yes, Daddy. I really do."

"How about you, Becky? Should I do it to you, too?"

Becky blushed a brilliant shape of red. The blush 
spread down her chest to her cute little nipples. 
"Yes," she whispered as she hugged my arm.

"Let's go to the bedroom to play. We'll be more 
comfortable there."

I held hands with Becky and Marla as we walked down 
the hall to my bedroom. The girls jumped on the bed 
and sat facing me.

I stood in front of them. They kept their eyes glued 
to my crotch as I undressed. They both burst out with 
another peal of stifled giggles when I dropped my 
under shorts on the floor. My erect cock bobbed in 
time to my racing pulse.

"What shall we do first?"

The girls looked at each other. Becky whispered into 
Marla's ear. Marla nodded. "Lick my cunny first, 
Daddy."

"O.K., darling." I kneeled by the bed and pulled Marla 
to the edge. After draping her legs over my shoulders 
I placed my mouth on her crotch. I inhaled deeply. Her 
salty little girl smell saturated my lungs. I could 
even taste her on my tongue without an initial lick.

I ran my tongue along the length of her slit. Marla 
gasped as she felt the first touch. She tasted just as 
good as she smelled.

I wormed my tongue between her lips. After one long 
slow lick from her clit to her hole her juices began 
to flow. I fucked my tongue in and out of her hole. 
She tasted as sweet as wine to me. Marla moaned and 
pressed her crotch against my face.

My tongue returned to Marla's clit. I flicked the tip 
across her love bud. She shuddered as I gently sucked 
her clit into my mouth and continued to caress it with 
my tongue. Suck. Flick. Suck. Flick.

Marla could no longer lay still. She humped her hips 
against my face and beat her hands on the bed. My face 
and chin dripped with the nectar from her pussy.

She finally came with a long low shriek and muscle 
spasms that seemed to go on forever. She was as limp 
as a rag doll when she finished cumming.

I lifted my mouth from her crotch. Marla was smiling. 
Her breasts were puffy and her nipples were erect with 
lingering arousal. As I suckled one breast, Marla 
moaned and squirmed again. She gripped my head and 
held my mouth to her breast while I teased her nipple 
with my lips and tongue.

I finally broke free from her grasp and crawled onto 
the bed to kiss Marla on the mouth. "How was that, 
honey?"

Marla thrust her tongue into my mouth. I returned the 
favor and continued the kiss for a minute. I 
reluctantly broke off the kiss and lay down on the 
bed.

Becky kissed me. I slid my tongue between her lips. 
Becky pulled her head away. "You taste funny."

"That's what Marla's pussy tastes like. You probably 
don't taste that much different. Do you want me to 
lick you and find out?"

Becky hesitated. "Yeah. I do."

"You don't seem sure, honey. Are you scared or 
embarrassed?"

"I'm a little embarrassed, I guess. I mean hands are 
one thing but having you lick me down there seems a 
little gross."

"I can rub you if you like. I don't want you to do 
anything you don't want to."

Becky hesitated again.

Marla spoke up. "It feels even better than a hand, 
Becky. You have to try it."

"Let Becky make her own decision, Marla. Becky it is 
totally up to you. You may not like the same things as 
Marla. I can use my hand, or my mouth, or we can just 
lie here and cuddle."

Becky laid her head on my chest. She was silent for 
almost a minute. "I want you to use your mouth on me."

"O.K., honey. I will. If you want me to stop just tell 
me and I will."

"O.K., Daddy."

"All right. You put a knee on either side of my head."

I helped Becky get herself settled in position. I held 
her slim hips with my hands. Her pussy looked so 
beautiful. "Whenever you're ready, you can just lower 
your cunny to my mouth."

Becky didn't hesitate anymore. She rested her pussy on 
my mouth.

My jaw was still a little sore from working on Marla, 
so I started slowly. I parted her lips with my tongue 
and pushed it as far into her hole as I could. She 
squeaked at the intrusion but didn't move her crotch 
from my face.

I ran my tongue repeatedly from her hole to her clit. 
Her natural lubrication began flowing into my mouth. 
Becky tasted a little sweeter than Marla.

I made love to my daughter with my mouth and tongue 
until I felt Becky quiver with excitement. She was 
getting close to orgasm. I increased the tempo of my 
licking and pushed her over the edge. She almost 
smothered me as she pressed her pussy against my mouth 
and nose. I swallowed the juice that gushed from her 
as fast as I could but it was useless. The juice ran 
down my chin and soaked my neck and my pillow.

Eventually her throes subsided. She rolled off my face 
and lay exhausted beside me. Marla crawled up beside 
me licked my cheek before pushing her tongue into my 
mouth. We French kissed each other for a minute.

"Becky tastes pretty good, Daddy."

"She sure does, honey. And so do you." I kissed her 
forehead.

Becky crawled up to also taste her own pussy juice 
from my cheek. "I guess I taste O.K."

"Uh huh."

Becky and Marla each lay down beside me with a head on 
my shoulder. We fell asleep like that.

.

I woke up some time later when Becky and Marla got off 
the bed. A short time later I heard the toilet flush 
and heard the girls giggling as the came back to my 
bedroom. They continued to whisper and giggle as they 
climbed back on the bed. I kept my eyes closed.

One of the girls grasped my penis. I grew erect almost 
immediately. I felt a mouth slip over the head and a 
tongue licked its way around the tip of my cock. I 
grew even harder. I was disappointed when the mouth 
let go.

I was about to speak up when I felt a second hand take 
hold of my cock. "Now use your mouth like I did," said 
Marla. "Just be sure to keep your teeth away from his 
thing. Dad said it really hurts if you don't."

Another mouth surrounded my cock. "Li iss." I heard 
Becky mumble around a mouthful of my cock.

"Now move your hand up and down."

I felt Becky's hand stroke my cock. It was inexpert 
but improved rapidly as Marla corrected her.

"Don't grip it so hard. A little faster. Keep you 
mouth on it. Does it feel good, Daddy?"

I opened my eyes and nodded. Marla was fingering 
herself as Becky sucked me off. I cupped her pussy 
with my hand had helped her.

It didn't take long to get me close to orgasm. "I'm 
gonna cum," I gasped.

Becky took her mouth away from my cock. "No! Keep your 
mouth on it!"

Becky resumed sucking my cock.

I started cumming. Becky coughed as the first spurt of 
cum hit the back of her throat. Another spurt followed 
and she tried to swallow but the third gush came too 
quick. She coughed again and just let the rest of the 
cum dribble out of her mouth and coated my cock and 
her hand.

I dropped my hand from Marla's pussy. She finished 
herself off. Marla collapsed on the bed beside me. The 
cum cooled on my balls.

"I need to wash all this cum off myself. You girls 
could also use a bath. Shall we shower together?"

"Yes!" They both answered simultaneously.

I tried to keep my cum from dripping on the floor by 
covering my crotch with my hand as we walked to the 
master bathroom. It reminded me of June last night. I 
smiled as I remembered our lovemaking on the couch. My 
stomach tightened as I thought of her. I knew she 
would hit the ceiling if she ever found out about the 
sex play between the girls and me. I attributed the 
sick feeling in my stomach to the thought that June 
might find out.

Our shower stall was big enough for June and I to 
share our showers. That was one of the reasons that we 
bought this house. With one adult and two children 
there was a little less room but we could still wash 
each other.

After adjusting the temperature we soaped each other. 
The girls took turns washing my penis. It was never so 
clean as it was that night. I soaped each of the girls 
one at a time. I paid special attention to their 
breasts and crotches. The giggles and squeals of 
delight encouraged me to drag out the shower until the 
water began to cool to the point of being 
uncomfortable.

I was erect again by the time we got done. We 
continued our play by drying each other off. The girls 
wanted to sleep in my bed that night.

"C'mon, Daddy. We might as well. We want to be close 
to you tonight. Becky's put her mouth on your thing 
and I haven't. If you let us sleep in your bed, I'll 
do that for you."

"As much as I look forward to that, Marla, I think it 
would not be a good idea. It could lead to other 
things that you're just not ready for."

"You mean like having real sex? Like you and Mommy did 
on the couch last night."

"Yes, honey. That's exactly what we can't do."

"We won't do that then."

"Honey, it's not that simple."

The telephone interrupted the rest of my speech on how 
little girls should not tempt their fathers into 
having sexual intercourse. It was June. My stomach 
tightened again. Something was definitely not right.

"Mark, we did it!" June was positively triumphant.

"You're already finished? I was incredulous.

"Yes! They agreed to almost all our terms. Ms. 
Jefferson and I are going out to celebrate. We'll be 
home tomorrow morning."

"Come home tonight, dear. I love you. The girls and I 
miss you. You can celebrate here."

"That's really sweet, dear. I love you, too. Ms. 
Jefferson has already arranged to meet all the people 
involved at one of the nightclubs. We have a limo 
waiting downstairs. Bye-bye, dear. Love you."

"I love you, too." My stomach hurt so much I had to 
sit down. I had a horrible feeling that I would never 
talk to her again. I couldn't shake the feeling. I 
knew that this was what I had been dreading since this 
morning. It was crazy, but I just knew it. I called 
her room back. The phone rang a dozen times. I called 
the front desk. Her limo had just left. They didn't 
know what club they were going to. I wanted to curl up 
into a ball.

The girls knew some thing was wrong. They were getting 
scared. I forced a smile. I didn't want to be alone. 
"All right girls. You can sleep with me tonight."

Their smiles were also a little forced. We jumped into 
bed and played another game of tickle until we were so 
breathless that we had to stop. We fondled and kissed 
each other for a while and the girls drifted off to 
sleep.

I fell asleep when I was too tired to stay awake.

I tried to get things back to normal the next day. I 
got up and dressed before making breakfast. When the 
girls came to the kitchen naked, I made them go get 
dressed before they could eat. They protested and 
pouted but complied. I knew the phone call would come 
soon. My stomach was getting tighter.

As soon as the girls left, I called the airline.

June was not on her flight.

I sat down and stared at the wall. It was too late. 
How did I know? I'm a rational man. I don't believe in 
this premonition bullshit. They took a different 
flight. I didn't believe a word of what I told myself.

The doorbell rang. I knew who it was before I answered 
the door.

I looked through the window before I opened the door. 
A police cruiser was parked at the curb.

I opened the door and greeted the officers. "Hello."

"Good morning, sir. Are you Mr. Olson?"

"Yes, I am."

"Is your wife home, Mr. Olson?"

"No. She's in California on business. She should be 
home later this morning. Is there something I can help 
you with?"

"May I come in Mr. Olson?"

"Certainly. What's going on officer?"

The officer sat down in the living room. He licked his 
lips. "I have some bad news Mr. Olson. Your wife was 
killed last night in Los Angeles."

I couldn't speak for a minute. "No. There must be a 
mistake. I spoke to June just last night. She was 
fine."

"We're pretty sure that there's no mistake, Mr. Olson. 
She was riding in a limousine and got broadsided by a 
semi. There were two women in the back seat. A Paula 
Jefferson and a June Olson. Both were killed 
instantly. The Los Angeles police didn't find the 
purses until this morning."

The policeman sounded very odd. Like he was talking 
from a very long way away. My skin tingled and my 
vision narrowed until I was looking at the world 
through a pipe. The next thing I knew I was waking up 
on the floor.

One of the policemen was talking to the other. "I 
really hate this part of the job."

I hate it, too, I thought to myself. "June." I croaked 
and started to cry.


March 2001

The next month was a nightmare in slow motion. The 
girls refused to leave my side. We flew to LA to claim 
the body. When we got back, I pulled them out of 
school for the rest of the year. I taught them myself 
using some of the home schooling materials available 
for parents. In all that time Becky cried almost 
constantly and Marla never cried at all. I was totally 
at a loss as to what to do to help her.

The girls refused to sleep in their own bedroom. If I 
was out of Becky's sight for more than a half hour she 
would search frantically through the house until she 
found me. Marla wouldn't even let me out of her sight. 
She would follow me to the bathroom and wait outside 
until I came out. She would cling to my side whenever 
we left the house. Her conversation became almost 
monosyllabic. Our sex play even stopped. We spent a 
lot of time holding each other, though.

My lawyer called one night and said that I had to get 
my act together or risk losing the house. He needed 
some of the papers from my deposit box so we went to 
the bank that afternoon. It was too close to closing 
time so I just grabbed all the papers in the box 
intending to sort them out at home.

After a quiet supper I sat at the table to get 
everything ready for the next day. I found the papers 
I needed right away but continued looking out of a 
need to be doing something to avoid thinking about 
June. I found some of the photographs that June and I 
had put into the box to give to Marla when she was 
older. I set the photos to one side and Marla 
immediately grabbed them.

I continued looking and found one of the envelopes we 
had gotten from Jack and Betty's deposit box. This one 
had Marla's name on it. I was going to ask her if she 
wanted it but when I looked up to ask her I saw that 
she was crying. She was next to me looking at one of 
the photos. I leaned over and saw that she was looking 
at a photo of our families in Jack and Betty's 
backyard. Jack and Betty were holding Marla's hands. 
June was standing next to them holding Becky's hand. I 
was the only one missing because I was the one who had 
taken the picture. Tears were streaming down Marla's 
face. I started crying, too.

I picked up Marla and held her as I walked her around 
the kitchen. It was so good to finally have her 
reacting to something. Becky started crying, too. 
Mostly out of confusion, I suspect. I took her hand 
and walked to the family room. 

We cried on and off for most of the evening. In 
between crying we talked about Jack and Betty and 
Marla. We talked about the good times and fond 
memories of them and some of the bad times and bad 
memories.

It was finally bed time and I shooed the girls down 
the hall to wash up and get ready for bed. It was the 
first time they willingly let me out of their sight 
since June had died.

We hugged each other as we lay in bed. Marla and Becky 
were slowly returning to their old selves. I finally 
saw that there would be a tomorrow where I wouldn't 
miss June every minute of the day. All three of us lay 
on the knowing that we could count on the other two. 
We fell asleep that way.

Later that night I woke up when I felt a tug on my 
belt buckle. I half sat up and opened my eyes. Marla's 
clothing was scattered around the bed. She was 
completely nude and now she was trying to undress me.

I placed my hand on top of her hand. "You don't need 
to do this, Marla. You know I still love you."

"I know, Daddy. But this is important to me. I want 
you to really do to me what you did to Mommy. Not just 
your hand or mouth but all of it."

"Are you sure, Marla? You're still pretty small. You 
know that it might hurt."

"I know. I need it, Daddy." Tears fell off her cheeks 
onto my under shorts.

"All right, baby. Whatever you want. I'll try not to 
hurt you."

I undressed and lay beside Marla's naked body. Becky 
was still asleep.

Marla kissed me with an insatiable hunger. I caressed 
her pussy with my hand. She was dry but soon began 
producing some lubrication. I knew penetration would 
be painful without more juice. "Let me use my mouth on 
you, Marla. I want to taste you before we do this."

Marla straddled my face and pressed her crotch against 
my mouth. She could barely reach my cock but she did 
what she could to get me ready. When I could feel her 
juice flowing freely into my mouth, I knew she was 
ready. I lifted her hips away from my face. "Turn 
around, honey. Kiss me."

Marla obeyed. She kissed me hard for a few seconds. 
"Now, Daddy!" she whispered urgently.

"O.K. You'll be on top. I'll hold my cock and you let 
it slide into your hole. It might hurt a bit. If it 
does, just slow down."

Marla fumbled with my cock as she tried to aim it into 
herself. Eventually the head of my cock parted her 
cunt lips and began to slide home. I encountered the 
thin barrier of her virginity and Marla stopped for a 
second.

"That's your cherry, Marla. Are you sure you want to 
do this?"

More tears fell on my chest. Marla nodded. "Do it, 
Daddy," she whispered. Do it now. Please, Daddy."

I thrust upward with my hips and broke through her 
maidenhead. Marla gasped but kept pushing herself onto 
my cock. When her pubic mound touched mine she 
collapsed onto my chest. My cock was buried in my 
little girl's cunt. She was so tight I was delirious.

Marla lifted her hips from mine and began to hump 
herself up and down on my cock.

I held Marla's hips with my hands and helped her. I 
knew I couldn't last long in Marla's tight pussy. I 
worked her clit with my thumb. She was close. Her 
tears continued to splash on my chest as she fucked 
herself on my cock. 

Finally she shuddered and gasped as she had her 
orgasm. I let her finish and lie on my chest with my 
cock buried in her. I hadn't cum yet but that didn't 
very important right now.

Becky kissed my cheek and hugged me. "I'm glad, 
Daddy."

She kissed me again before turning over and falling 
asleep.

Marla snored softly on my chest. I rolled over to 
place her on the bed. My cock pulled out of her with a 
soft plop. I still had an erection.

I went to the kitchen to get some water.

March 2001

The light was still on as I walked into the kitchen. I 
sat down and looked at the papers, old photographs, 
and envelopes scattered on the table. I thought back 
to the time almost a year ago before my world changed 
and fell apart and then came back together again. I 
picked the envelope with Marla's name on it. 'For 
Marla on her 16th birthday' was printed on it.

I tapped the envelope on the table. It wasn't sealed 
very well. I slid my finger under the flap. It opened 
up with out tearing.

There was a single sheet of paper and a three blood 
donor cards inside. The letter was hand written and 
signed by Betty.


'June 20, 1999

My dearest Marla,

You are only seven years old as I am writing this. I'm 
not even sure I'll give it to you but I feel that you 
need to know about your father.

The doctors though you might have to have surgery last 
month. You dad and I donated blood for your use but it 
wasn't needed thank goodness. I looked at the blood 
types that they wrote on the cards that your father 
and I got after we donated. It is very clear from the 
donor cards that my husband is not your father. Mark 
Olson is your real father. We had a short affair. I 
could never explain to you why we had the affair. 
Nothing I could say would make sense to you. It 
doesn't even make sense to me now.

The affair resulted in your being born. I found out 
later that your dad could never have children. I think 
he also knows that now. Please believe me when I say 
that your dad loves you.

I hope I have the strength to burn this before you can 
read it.

All my love,
Mom'

I stared at the letter and the donor cards. I though 
about Marla and Becky sound asleep in my bed. The 
deaths of Betty, Jack, and June had already caused 
them too much trouble in their lives.

I found a book of matches in the junk drawer. I was so 
nervous I broke three matches before one caught fire.

I held the paper over the sink as it burned. I washed 
the ashes down the sink.

The donor cards were plastic. I settled for cutting 
them into thin strips and dropping them into the 
garbage can.

I stood in the doorway of my bedroom. My two daughters 
slept quietly in the middle of my bed. Things were 
going to be all right.


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