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From: Frank Braun <mazares@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} RP: LIFE WITH MY WIFE AND DAUGHTERS - Part I
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Copyright (C) 2002 by Frank Braun

mazares@hotmail.com

Emailed comments are welcome.

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LIFE WITH MY WIFE AND DAUGHTERS - Part I

I couldn't sleep. I laid flat on my back in the bed, staring at the 
ceiling. Trying to figure out how to re-write a program at work was 
keeping my brain going against its will. My 34-year-old wife, Sarah, lay 
on her back beside me, sound asleep. I envied her unconsciousness.

I got up and padded into the kitchen, wearing only my white cotton 
boxers. I got a glass out of the cabinet, splashed a shot of scotch into 
it, dropped in some ice cubes, and wandered on into the den, where I 
switched on a lamp and sprawled out on the couch with the TV remote.

Nothing was on at 2:00 AM. I stared mindlessly into the TV set, 
occasionally sipping on the scotch, while the code for that frigging 
program kept swirling around through my head. Finally my funk was 
interrupted by the sudden, silent appearance of my 11-year-old daughter, 
Rachel.

"What are you doing up?" I said, setting my drink on the coffee table.

"I can't sleep," she said, rubbing her eyes.

"You too?" I smiled at her. She was a beautiful child -- long, dark brown 
hair, big brown eyes, and milky white skin with still just a hint of baby 
fat.

"Can I watch TV with you?" she said. She stretched, holding her arms in 
the air above her head, her white t-shirt rising to expose her little 
belly and the white cotton panties that were all she'd worn to bed with 
the t-shirt.

"Sure," I said. "Get comfortable." I pulled up to half-sit, half-lie on 
the couch with my head propped up against its arm; she snuggled in 
between my legs, she also on her back, with her little bottom in my 
crotch and her head rested on my shoulder, her face close beside mine.

I suppose I must have fallen back into my mindlessness; it seemed like 
quite a while before I was brought back to reality when Rachel said, 
"Mmmm... that feels good, Daddy."

Only then did I realize I'd been absently moving my hand up and down her 
little front -- rubbing her tummy for a while, then gently stroking her 
neck, chin, and face, then back to her tummy again, much like I might 
have done with my wife had she been there in the same position.

"You like that, do you?" I said, a little sorry I was now conscious of 
pleasuring her -- I felt, now, that I'd better pay attention to what I 
was doing and stop.

"Yes, Daddy, I like it. Don't stop."

I placed my hand back on her neck and -- now paying attention to how it 
felt -- enjoyed the creamy smoothness of her skin. She made another 
pleasurable little groan, and wriggled her little butt around to settle 
in and get more comfortable.

I felt a sudden, gentle rush of affection for this sweet child of mine 
and the innocence of her smile and her movements, and I pulled back her 
thick, dark hair to press a kiss on the side of her neck, just below her 
ear. She uttered something between a luxurious giggle and another "mmm," 
and I started to smile too -- then I froze for a moment when I realized 
that my penis had twitched into the beginning of an erection, pressed as 
it was beneath my daughter's bottom.

"Do it again, Daddy," she said, unaware of the terror that had 
momentarily seized my mind. "That felt nice!"

Her little smile was irresistible -- and for that matter innocent -- so I 
dropped the fear and planted another little kiss on her neck. She purred 
quietly with girlish pleasure, and I drew a little line up and down the 
side of her neck with the tip of my tongue. And my cock moved again, this 
time beginning to steadily stiffen.

I gently took her face in my hand and pulled her head back into my 
shoulder, and shifted my position to try and relieve the pressure on my 
growing penis. Rachel squirmed and moved with me to adjust to my new 
position, and in the end there was no change -- my cock, now nearly fully 
erect, was nestled snugly between the cheeks of my baby girl's butt, 
separated from it only by the cotton of our underwear.

In an effort to lose the erection, I tried paying attention to whatever 
late-night drivel was playing out on the TV -- but Rachel suddenly 
squirmed again and said, "I think there's a rock in my butt!"

I chuckled nervously, but she squirmed around some more -- as though to 
feel it out more thoroughly -- and said, giggling, "There IS a rock in my 
butt. What happened to your lap, Daddy?"

"Just something that happens to men now and then," I said, trying to 
sound nonchalant.

"Does it hurt?" said asked, turning her head so that her big brown eyes 
peered curiously into mine, so close I could feel her breath on my face.

"No, sweetheart, it doesn't hurt."

Then she scared the hell out of me. She giggled again, and said, "I think 
it feels good." And saying that, she began slowly sliding the crack of 
her tiny little ass up and down the length of my now fully erect penis. 
She seemed fascinated by this new experience.

Not knowing what to do, I rested my hand on her tummy, gently rubbing it 
while she wiggled curiously around on my cock. And now something changed 
-- a change for which I can find no accurate words. Nothing was said, but 
we both suddenly knew that we were someplace where we perhaps ought not 
be -- but neither of us knew quite where it was, and neither of us did 
anything to stop it, because it felt good.

I was afraid to touch her. I rubbed her smooth little belly with my left 
hand and cradled her head with my right -- I didn't dare let my hands go 
anywhere else -- and just let my pelvis move in the natural rhythm it 
took as it followed my cotton-clad penis's ride beneath my daughter's 
squirming buttocks. 

Her eyes were wide and solemn, and her breathing uneven, as she moved -- 
she knew something very rare and pleasurable was happening between us, 
but she didn't understand it -- and her whole body rose and fell as I, 
beneath her, gave up on controlling the thrusts of my throbbing cock.

"Daddy," she whispered, "this feels good..."

"Yes baby," I moaned softly, "Yes baby, it does..." Then I groaned, 
pressing my face into my baby girl's hair as my cock let loose with great 
hot spurts of cum -- nearly painful spurts, as squeezed as I was beneath 
my daughter's tiny ass.

We lay motionless for a few moments, apart from the post-come twitchings 
of my cock, then Rachel said, "Are you alright, Daddy?"

"Yes, baby," I said. "I'm alright." I laid there with her cradled in my 
arms, stroking her smooth, white face with my hand.

"We're all wet, Daddy," Rachel said suddenly. "What happened?" My cum, 
now cooling, had made a big spot that soaked through my shorts, and on 
through hers, to make us both wet and sticky. I was uncomfortable now -- 
not just with a wet spot, but with confusion over what I had just done.

"I guess Daddy had a boo-boo," I said. "We probably ought to try going 
back to bed now. What do you think?"

She didn't say anything. Instead, she turned on her side in my embrace, 
and pressed a sweet, pouty-lipped kiss on my mouth before jumping up and 
heading out of the room and down the dark hallway to her bedroom.

I laid there for only a brief while before rising, switching off the TV 
and lamp, and stopping by the bathroom where I got rid of the soiled 
shorts and cleaned myself up.

Sarah, still lying flat on her back on top of the covers, woke up when I 
crawled back into the bed. "Where've you been?" she asked sleepily, never 
opening her eyes.

"Watching TV with Rachel," I said.

"Rachel? What was she doing up at this hour?" Sarah stretched as she 
spoke, raising her knees and beginning to slowly and absentmindedly 
diddle her black-thatched pubic area. My wife was beautiful, with olive 
skin, jet-black hair, and piercing dark brown eyes that could kill you 
with their sparkle. After sixteen years of marriage, thanks in part to 
what I always thought might be a true case of nymphomania, she still 
turned me on as though I had met her only yesterday.

"Said she couldn't sleep," I said, "just like me."

"Hmm," said Sarah, responding as though she'd forgotten she asked a 
question. Her hips were rocking gently as her fingers, ever so slowly, 
moved around her womanhood, lost in the black thicket of her bush.

Possibly I shouldn't have done this. But I have never lied to my wife, 
nor even withheld anything I felt was important to our relationship. I 
sat up on the bed, my back leaning against the headboard, my cock 
dangling half-flaccid, maybe even obscenely, across my right thigh. "She 
laid with me on the couch while we watched TV," I said.

There was no reaction; it was as if she wasn't listening.

"I got an erection. A huge hard-on."

There was a pause, then Sarah said, "She's a beautiful girl."

"You don't seem concerned," I said. "This has me pretty bothered."

Sarah sank two fingers into her moist opening, and squeezed her thighs 
together, hiding both hands in her pubic patch, where they dug hungrily 
away at whatever need she was trying with such exquisitely lazy slowness 
to satisfy.

"I came," I said, a little annoyed by her seeming disinterest. "I shot my 
load in my shorts."

Her hips bucked up -- seemingly trying to devour her hands -- as I spoke.

"Did she know it?" she said.

"She knew something had happened. I don't think she understood."

"Was she bothered by it?"

"I don't think so."

Sarah was quiet for a time, still digging away at the itch between her 
legs. Her voice and breathing were a little uneven when she finally spoke 
again.

"I always wanted my father when I was a child," she said.

If I had been confused while lying on the couch with my daughter, now I 
was doubly confused lying here with my wife.

"So do you think that's a normal thing?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said, suddenly letting go of her bush and rolling 
over on her side with her face practically pressed into my cock. With her 
right hand, she took my tired member and brought its head to her lips. 
She flicked out her tongue and teased it, licking slowly around the tip 
of it, sucking only the head of it into her mouth, only to roll it back 
out and take it back in again at her leisure. I was hardening again, and 
she started going down deeper and deeper, looking up at me while she took 
more and more of my thick nine inches down her throat.

Then she stopped abruptly, as soon as my cock was back to complete and 
throbbing erection.

"Be my Daddy," she said, her dark eyes smoldering, drilling fiery black 
holes into my own. "Be my Daddy and fuck me."

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