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Title : Come Sit On Daddy's Lap

   Author : MeatBot

   Keywords : incest, teen, intergen, cons

   Written : 20141212
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   A teenaged girl enters in a sexual relationship with her father.

   Disclaimer :

   Copyright by the author.  Permission is granted to archive, repost, or
publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of this
type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author.  This is a work
of fiction.  The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons
under 16 in real life.

   This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to reality is accidental
and would be damn surprising.  Be warned that this story may involve
explicit descriptions of sexual activities, including some defined under
law as "Weird Shit".  Do not read this story if you believe that fictional
characters should not have fictional sex, or if you are less than the age
of consent in your social or legal group, or if you live under a
repressive, totalitarian regime in an out-of-the-way place such as the USA.
If you like it, I did it.  If you hate it, I didn't.  If it offends you, it
was a misprint.  If you want to sue me, I don't exist.  Sue the internet
instead.  Nobody's twisting your arm.  Leave if you don't like crap like
this.  These are just words, people.  Just words.

   Be warned, this is a goofy, infantile, poorly written, disgusting and
depraved story with bad punctuation, bad grammar, and lots of misspelled
words.  I am not an English major.  Deal with it.  This story is all made
up.  If you have a sexy daughter, don't even hope.  This won't happen. 
Sorry.  If you don't like it, read something else.  Don't bitch at me.  You
have been warned.

   This story is graded <TAME> compared to some of the shit I've read in
this newsgroup.

   This story is what happens when you have too much free time at work.



   --==+==-

   Sparrow Salvatore was looking forward to a great summer.  Over half of
it she was going to spend with her father, in his apartment on the beach in
Florida.  That sounded like great fun, to her.  She'd bought a half-dozen
swimsuits, and all kinds of other clothes, in preparation for the visit. 
She was a little excited to see her dad, she hadn't seen him in almost a
year, and hadn't stayed with him in three or four.  She felt like she would
get a chance to re-acquaint herself with him, after all this time.

   Her mom and dad had split up when she was only six or seven, and her dad
had traveled for a while, after that.  Plus, him and her mom had departed
on less-than-friendly terms, and her mom had done all she could to
discourage Sparrow from seeing him.  Sparrow had finally seen through that,
and now pretty much ignored her mom's barbed comments and silly
suggestions, where he was concerned.  She loved her father, and wanted to
see him.  And getting to live on the beach?  That was just icing on the
cake.

   The plane trip was exciting, if a little nerve-wracking, because of a
change-over.  She finally walked down the ramp, and there he was.  He
looked good, fit and tanned, wearing a polo shirt and Bermuda shorts.  She
felt overdressed.  He grabbed her and hugged her, and she kissed him on the
lips.  She was honestly glad to see him.

   They picked up her suitcases, and he led her out into the parking lot.
Shit, she thought, he has a nice car.  She was hoping for some driving
lessons from him, in less than a year she'd be getting her license.  That
would be funner than ever, in this car.

   He took her through town, the scenic route, showing her everything.  She
fell in love with the city, and they finally stopped at one of his favorite
restaurants for dinner.  She was shocked at the prices, but it didn't seem
to bother him a bit.  She knew he was loaded, anyway.  Just the money he
sent her mom astounded Sparrow.  And he must make lots more than that, to
live like this, she thought.

   They finally pulled up in front of his building, and parked in the
basement.  He waved to a boy in a blue suit, and the boy brought a trolley
and got Sparrow's suitcases loaded on them.  This was like a motel, Sparrow
thought.  They went up the elevator to the twenty first floor, almost to
the top.  He unlocked his door, and she entered, excited to see his place.

   It was smaller than she thought it would be, but it was still the
coolest thing ever, she thought.  One bedroom, a large living room/dining
room/kitchen combo, and, of course, a bathroom.  She wondered what he paid
a month for it.  She figured it was a high number.  The East walls were
solid sheets of thick glass, and looked out over the peacefull blue ocean.

   He rolled the trolley into his bedroom, and piled her stuff on the bed,
and took the trolley back out into the hall.  When he returned, she turned
to him.

   "Daddy...  where are you gonna sleep?" she asked, honestly curious.

   "Don't worry 'bout me, I'll sleep on the couch.  I'll be gone most
mornings before you get up anyway, it won't matter..."

   "Oh, daddy, you don't have to give up your bedroom, I can sleep on the
couch!" she said, feeling bad for him.

   "No, I insist.  It's just for the summer, remember." he smiled at her,
and she knew that the matter was decided.  She hesitantly nodded.

   "Hey," he said.  "Put on some shorts, or, hell, a swimsuit, and we'll
walk the beach.  It'll be dark in an hour, but we can make it to the
boardwalk in just a few minutes and see the arcades and stuff.  Remember
how much you used to love that stuff at Myrtle?"

   She laughed.  He'd taken her to Myrtle Beach the first few summers after
he'd split with her mom, and they'd had a lot of fun.  Maybe this will be
like that, she mused.  Like old times.

   He got a change of clothes out of the closet, and disappeared.  She shut
the door and changed into the swimsuit she liked the most, a white
one-piece that was almost a thong in the back.  She thought it felt sexy
the way it fit up into her butt-crack, and she'd already worn in around the
house under her clothes, trying to break it in.

   She finally left the room, and wandered into the living room.  He came
from the kitchen, and stopped and stared at her.

   "Damn, girl," he finally said, and she giggled shyly.

   "What," she finally said.

   "Nothin'..." he said.  "Just...  I guess little Sparrow has grown up..."

   "Daddy!" she said.  "You know I have.  I been grown up for a while now,
you just haven't been around to see it."

   That seemed to make him sad and pensive, not what she'd intended.

   "Darling..." he finally said.  "I know that's true, and it breaks my
heart.  We got a lot of time to make up, this summer.  And I promise not to
ever miss a single time with you again."

   She instinctively went to him and hugged him.  They stood for a while,
in each others arms, and she felt his hands on her waist.  She smelled his
familiar smell, his deodorant or after-shave or something, a smell she
remembered from her earliest memories.  She closed her eyes and just leaned
on him, and he held her.

   They finally separated, and he led her out in the hall, and locked the
door.  She went into the elevator first, and when the door closed, she
could see him frowning in the mirrored wall.

   "What, daddy?" she said, laughing.

   "Nothing," he replied.  "Just...  that suit...  it doesn't hide much, in
the back..."

   She laughed again, and turned her butt to face him.  He shied away from
it, and made a an anti-vampire cross with his fingers.  She giggled again.

   "I'm not sure if I'm ready to see that much of your butt," he said. 
"You are going to drive the boys crazy wearing that."

   "Daddy," she finally blushed.  "It's nothing compared to what I'm sure
we'll see on the beach.  It's not even really a thong."

   "Yeah, I know..." he sighed.  "It was different in the old days.  You
got to be surprised when you unwrapped the prize, back then.  Now, it's all
out in the open, up front."

   She giggled some more.  "Dad," she finally said.  "You're a guy.  You
like it.  You like getting to see girl's butts.  Admit it."

   "Oh, I freely admit it," he said.  "I just said it was different.  I
didn't say it was better."

   She giggled some more, and shook her head.  She freely accepted that her
dad had a sex life, she was glad for him.  She'd met one or two of his
girlfriends, even, over the years.  They were usually younger than he was,
and highly attractive.  She knew how guys were.  She figured he even stared
at the teeny-boppers, on the beach.

   "Dad..." she thought this might be a good time to approach a subject
that she'd thought about a lot, over the last month or two.

   "Yes, darling?" he gave her his attention.

   "Is there...  anywhere around here...  is there a nude beach?"

   He got a funny look on his face.  She held back a giggle.

   "Why, yes," he said, though.  "Just a mile south of here.  Dusty Beach.
I gotta admit, Sparrow, I've been there a time or two myself.  Why, do you
wanna go?"

   Well, now she was the nonplussed one.  Her dad had been to a nude beach?
She had a hard time imagining that, for some reason.  He was hip and cool,
but still...  her dad?  Nude?  That would require some thought, later.

   "Uhm...  I thought about it, I dunno...  I have a suit that's...  a
little more revealing than this one...  I might go there in it..."

   "Well, ahem," he said, and about that time the elevator door finally
opened.  "Darlin', just let me know, I'll drop you off there whenever."

   "Okay, thank you daddy," she said, kind of miffed that he'd upstaged her
by admitting that he'd been there himself.  She wondered if he'd gone
nude...  what would be the point of going to a nude beach, though,
otherwise?  Just to look at the girls?  Wouldn't that be a bit obvious, for
a guy, though?  Not as obvious as if he were naked...

   They walked down the walkway to the water.  She took off her sandals and
he carried them.  They headed south, and soon were at the boardwalk.  They
had a fun evening, playing in the arcade, finally walking down to the the
end of the dock and looking out over the water as night fell.

   They had held hands most of the evening, and finally he crowded close to
her and put his arm around her waist.  He whispered a few silly things in
her ear, and she laughed.

   "Those boys were really checkin' you out," he said.  "Especially as we
walked away."

   She giggled.  She'd seen them, too.  Sparrow knew she had a nice ass. 
Well, she knew she had a nice body, period.  She was stacked.  Her waist
was slim and attractive, and her bust was comfortably large-ish, she
thought.  Not grossly large, but just right.  She was pleased with how her
body had turned out.  She'd been a gawky, knock-kneed kid, but she'd
matured into a well-proportioned, beautiful young woman.  She had no real
body image issues, she was very pleased with her body.

   She was comfortable, in his arm.  She knew he looked considerably
younger than his thirty-five years, and she wondered if people that saw him
would realize he was her dad.  We could be a couple, honestly, she thought,
and it secretly pleased her.  She would be proud to have him for a
boyfriend, she thought.  Or a lover.  Well, she'd at least be proud for it
to appear that way, she thought.



   --==+==-

   That first night they stayed up late, and sat on the couch and talked.
He'd turned out the lights, and the dark ocean spread out before them, lit
occasionally by the lights on ships moving through the darkness.  It was
beautiful, Sparrow thought.

   She wiggled her way down the couch next to him, and cuddled up on his
side.

   "Thank you, daddy, for letting me spend the summer with you.  This is
going to be the funnest summer ever, I think."

   "Me too, darling, me too.  I hope you understand I will have to work,
some.  But I'll try to do everything you want me to.  Just ask, darling,
just ask.  Don't ever be afraid to ask.  Just like you did with that nude
beach thing."

   She giggled.  "Daddy..." she said, wanting to know.  "Daddy, did you go
naked on the beach?  Did you...  let it all hang out?"

   He laughed, almost embarrassed.  "Yes, I gotta admit...  and it was very
enjoyable, the freedom of it...  it's kind of habit forming...  I still go
quite often.  I went yesterday afternoon, in fact, before I picked you up."

   "Shit," she said, trying to imagine him walking about the beach naked.
She tried to think of when she'd ever seen him naked, but she couldn't
remember a time.

   "Watch your mouth, dirty bird," he said, laughing, and saying something
she used to say to him when he cussed.  She sighed, and burrowed under his
arm, happy to just be with him.  He was soft and warm.  Well, really he was
hard and warm.  He just felt good to her.



   --==+==-

   When she got up the next morning he was gone, and she puttered around,
fixed some toast, and finally put on her skimpiest swimsuit, the one she'd
talked about yesterday.  She wanted to get a good start on her tan, and
this was the suit for it.  She was looking for beach towels when she heard
the door.

   "Hi, darlin'," he said.  His eyes widened as he saw what she was
wearing. It was a true thong, just a little string of dental floss ran up
the back, and of course it was buried in her ass crack.  She laughed
self-consciously, and felt the need to explain.

   "I was just going to get some sun on the beach," she said.  "Where are
the towels?"

   He fetched her a beach towel, and told her that there was a tanning area
on top of the building, if she didn't want to walk down to the beach. 
That's where I usually go, he said.

   "Yes, that would be cool," she said.  "Will you come?"

   "Sure," he said.  "But I don't want to elbow in on all your time here."

   "Oh, you won't be," she said.  "Please.  I'll wait on you.  Get ready."

   He disappeared into the bedroom, and quickly returned with a pair of
shorts on.  He got another towel, and they climbed two flights of stairs to
the roof.  He was right, there was a nice area set aside, with a few dozen
recliners.  They settled into a pair, nodding to the half-dozen or so folks
already there.

   "Darlin'..." her dad said, and she turned to him

   "I don't intend on getting in your way, this summer.  I know you're a
pretty-much grown-up young lady, and who knows, you might even meet a boy
or two you like here.  Please, tell me if I'm ever cramping your style, or
however you kids say it.  Know what I mean?"

   "Daddy!" she laughed.  "I will.  But I know you won't.  And I've got a
boyfriend at home, I'm not in the market, not for that.  I'd almost rather
make some girl friends, than get into a mess like that."

   "I understand.  But, seriously.  I know there'll be times when you want
to go off by yourself, don't let me get in your way.  I know you're a big
girl now, and you can take care of yourself."

   "I'm not that big, daddy, I'm barely fifteen.  I can't even drive yet."

   "Yes, well.  You know what I mean."

   They passed the afternoon in more small talk, catching up on the last
few years.  He was interested in her stories about her mom, and she told
him everything, the good and the bad.  They both laughed at her mom's silly
life, her way of screwing up every good thing that ever happened, and her
way of blaming everyone else for her problems.  He was glad the girl had
turned out so level-headed, in spite of it, in spite of his crazy ex.  More
and more his worries and fears about her were turning out to be unfounded.
Good thing, that.

   They finally went back to the room, and she put on shorts and a t-shirt.
He put on a shirt as well, and they went to the cafeteria and had a nice
lunch.

   "Well, darlin'," he said, "I've got some charts to go over.  You find
something to amuse yourself, and we'll catch back up this evening.  Maybe
we'll go to the mall or something tonight, get you some clothes or
something.  Or any bathroom stuff you need."

   She changed suits, back to the one-piece, and put some cut-offs on over
it.  She took off down the beach, headed down towards the arcade, but for
some reason when she got there, she headed on south.  She was idly
wondering where the nude beach was, she'd gathered from what he'd said that
it was in this direction.  To her great satisfaction she finally saw a sign
warning her that naked people might be ahead of her.  She kept going, and
finally passed through a gate, and sure enough, for the first time, she set
foot on a nude beach.  She noticed immediately a lot of the girls were
simply topless, so she stopped, and pulled the arm straps of her suit down
her shoulder, and let the whole thing just dangle from her waist.  She felt
a great satisfaction of being topless, and she felt daring.  Daring, and
sexy.  She knew she had nice breasts, and she was not afraid in the
slightest of showing them off.

   That quickly, two boys crossed her path, and she almost felt an almost
physical touch as their eyes gazed at her tits.  Oh, this is fun, she
thought.  She almost felt a touch again as an older man stared at her, and
she giggled to herself, thinking perv alert!  She stopped, and thought for
a minute, and retracted that, deciding there was nothing pervy about an old
man staring at a nice pair of tits like hers.  It was natural, basically.
She realized with a shock that she'd been staring just as hard at these
men's penises.  So far, though, she hadn't seen one that made a major
impression on her.  She had the internet in her bedroom at home, and she'd
looked at thousands of dicks over the last few years, some of pretty
sizable dimensions.  She hoped to see a few like that here, although she
realized that monsters were pretty rare.  She spent thirty minutes going
down the beach to the end, walking out in the water, and then back to where
she started from.

   Two boys stopped for a while and chatted with her, and one of them had a
interesting penis.  She had to try hard and not stare.  He was
uncircumcised, and the little tube of flesh at the end of his cock
fascinated her.  She realized it was getting smaller and smaller, and his
cock was growing larger.  Oh, shit, she thought, he'd getting hard.  She
wondered if she was doing that to him.  That really turned her on.

   The guys finally broke it off and left, she figured because both of them
were getting hard.  Am I that sexy?  she thought, laughing to herself.  She
was glad she was a girl, and didn't have that problem.  She did realize,
though, that her nipples were harder than shit.  She was pretty turned on.
Even her pussy felt wet and juicy.  She just laughed at herself, and
finally started the long walk back to the apartment, remembering to put her
top back on when she left the nude part of the beach.

   She went back up on the roof, and spent the rest of the afternoon up
there, soaking up the sun.  Luckily, she had a small bottle of sunscreen in
her pocket.  Finally, at about what she figured was dinnertime, she went
down to the apartment.

   Her dad was on the phone at the kitchen table, with papers spread all
around.  He was glad to see her, and wound up his conversation.  He asked
about her day, and she told him, except, for some reason she left out the
part about going to the nude beach.  She just told him she'd walked to the
arcade.

   They got in the car, and went downtown in search of food.  After some
enjoyable junk food, they went to Walley-world and bought Sparrow yet
another swimsuit, and a few more shorts, and some bathroom stuff.

   Back home again, and Sparrow settled in front of the big-screen, and
thumbed through the channels.  To her great surprise, she found a porn
channel.

   "Daddy!" she called out, giggling.  He was in the bedroom, but he came
at her call, and she was tickled to see him get all embarrassed.

   "Well, yes," he said, "I noticed that too, it's on the line-up but I
didn't order it and I don't pay for it.  Must be a mistake."

   "Yeah, yeah," she giggled, staring at the screen.  A man with an
enormous dick was getting a blow-job from a woman.  She wondered how many
guys out there had big dicks like that, and where they hid.  She certainly
hadn't seen any of them today, at the beach.  Just teeny weenies.  She knew
size wasn't everything...  but still...  just something cool about a really
big dick.  She realized she was wondering what one like that would feel
like in her mouth.  Oh, really, she thought, laughing at herself.



   --==+==-

   The next day her dad worked most of the day.  She explored some more,
going the other direction, and seeing what was that way.  She spent some
more time sunning, and finally, late that afternoon she made her way back
to the apartment.  He was done, and they tried to think of something to do
that evening.

   "I know," she said, feeling wicked.  "Let's go to the nude beach!"

   He got a funny look on his face.

   "Darling..." he finally said.  "How about if I just drop you off there?"

   "No!" she said stubbornly.  Suddenly it was an issue with her.  She
wanted their little family to be cool and hip enough to do things like that
together.  This will be too cool, she thought.  He'll see me and I'll see
him, and we'll be okay with it.  We'll survive.  We are a modern family of
the 2000's.  We can survive nudity.

   "Come on, Daddy," she said.  "It'll be fun.  We're both grownups, like
you said.  Come on!"

   "Well, shit," he finally said.  "Okay, if that's what you really want."

   "Yes," she said.  "That's what I really want."

   He disappeared in the bedroom and put his trunks on, and they went down
the elevator and walked south along the sidewalk.  They made small talk,
but Sparrow was secretly gloating to herself.  I'm gonna see my dad naked,
she thought, and he's gonna see me.  This will be cool.

   After ten minutes they saw the "naked people" sign, and Sparrow
remembered to pretend like she hadn't already been there before.  They went
through the gate, and she thought, now.  The moment of truth.

   "Well," said her dad, "Let's find some chairs."

   They found a couple of unused recliners, and she dropped her towel on
them.  She had already checked out all the people around her, lots of foxy,
tight hardbodies, and a few fatties.  No giant penises, sadly.  The quest
must continue, she thought.

   She stripped her top down, and kicked her suit off.  Damn, she thought,
being naked feels good.  She wondered if anybody was watching her, thinking
about her.  How can you be naked and not think of sex?  she thought.  The
two are inseparable.  They were to her.

   She was aware of her dad moving around beside her, as she arranged her
chair.  She quickly ran her hands over her body, feeling her hard nipples,
and she squeezed and pinched them, hoping somebody was watching.  She hoped
it looked sexy.  She turned, and saw two women sitting up and watching her.
No, she realized, they weren't watching her, they were watching her dad. 
Watching him, and whispering among themselves.  Crazy snoopy bitches, she
thought.

   She turned to him to say something, and all rational thought fled from
her mind.

   He dad stood there, facing her.  He had just finished adjusting the
chair, and he stood up as he prepared to lay down on it.

   Holy goddam jeezus fucking goddam shit, Sparrow thought, her mind in
overload.  She stared at her dad.  Fucking goddam shit, she thought again.
Fuck.

   Her dad had the biggest cock she'd ever seen.  Well, she'd only seen a
dozen or so of them here, for real, here on the beach.  She'd seen
thousands on the internet, though, and her dad's, soft, was as big as any
of them.  Bigger than some of them hard, even.  And his balls!  she
thought. Damn.  Those things hung down, over half as long as his dick.  He
had nice fat balls, she thought.

   Shit fucking fire, she thought.  All that time, all that looking, and
there it was, all the time.  Right there.  Shit.  She knew, deep inside,
she knew that her life would not be complete until she saw her dad with a
hard-on.  She wondered if she could get some foxy girls to come talk to
him, if it would get hard.  She wondered, and shocked herself, by wondering
if she could get it hard.  Surely, she thought, surely I turn him on a
little.

   Sparrow was a girl, and didn't know her inches and feet that well, but
she figured that, soft, his weenie was hanging down at least eight inches.
She tried to calculate how long it would get when it was hard, but she
didn't know the multiplier.  Damn, she thought, damn.  This is gonna be one
hell of a summer.  Goddam.  Hangin' out at the nude beach with my
big-dicked dad.  Fuck.

   He finally noticed her standing there staring, and it seemed to
embarrass him a little.  He finally sat down, and let his dick fall down
between his legs.  He smiled at her, a tight little smile, and she smiled
back.  She wanted bad to say something about his monster, but she didn't.
Pace yourself, she thought.  Pace yourself.

   They sat, and soaked up the sun for a while.  Sparrow noticed with
amusement that the two women she'd noticed earlier got up and walked by
them.  Then they walked back by.  She knew they were staring at her dad's
penis.  He's mine, bitches, she thought.

   Why the fuck did Mom kick his ass out?  she wondered.  With a hunk of
meat like that...  where would she find something better?  She reminded
herself again that size wasn't everything.  Still...  goddam, she thought.
Goddam.  My dad is a beast.  A fucking beast.

   She turned to speak to him, and he was looking right at her.  Right at
her tits.  Oh shit, sorry, she thought.  He looked away, embarrassed.  You
can look, she thought.  Please.  Please look.

   "Daddy, I'm gonna get a coke.  You want something?" He ordered a coke,
and gave her a five, and she set off down the beach, looking for a
refreshment stand.  She got two cans of Pepsi, and returned.  Shit, you
bitch, she thought.  A woman was standing next to her dad, talking to him.
He's mine, bitch, she thought, amused at how possessive she felt.

   "Sparrow, this is Virginia, a friend of mine," her dad said, introducing
them.  The woman nodded, and Sparrow nodded back.

   "Pleased to meet you.  Your dad talks about you constantly," the woman
said, and Sparrow giggled.  The woman pulled a recliner over, and placed it
next to her dad's.  Sparrow, on impulse, turned hers around, so her head
was at her dad's feet.  She gave him his Pepsi, and lay back down.  Ha ha,
she thought, she could look right up his legs, and see his monster dick. 
She remembered she had sunglasses perched on her head, and she placed them
over her eyes, so he couldn't tell she was looking at him.  His dick seemed
a little bigger, now, and she wondered if it was because of the other
woman. The woman did have incredible tits, and Sparrow wondered if they
were real or not.  And shaved, she was shaved smooth.  That looked kind of
sexy, and Sparrow decided right then to shave herself tonight.  Hairy
pussies are so old-school, she thought.  Shave that shit.

   They sat and talked, well, Sparrow mostly just sat and listened.  She
realized from the conversation that her dad and this woman knew each other
pretty well.  Well, she thought, that's no big deal, he had a life before I
came.  I understand.  She wasn't even really jealous.  She wondered if the
two of them had ever had sex.

   Virginia finally excused herself, and left.  The day progressed.  The
hot sun felt so good on her, Sparrow thought.  She could lay here forever.
She checked out her dad's dick, for the hundredth time.  It had gone back
to it's original size.  Something needs to happen, she thought.  That baby
needs some exercise.

   Sparrow had to tee-hee-hee when she realized that another woman was also
cock-watching her dad.  The woman was standing right behind him, pretending
to look out over the water, but Sparrow saw her eyes return again and again
to her dad's penis.  Look but don't touch, she thought, giggling.  She
realized that she was going to just simply have to talk to him about this,
tonight.  Dad, you have a big cock, she wanted to say.  Not really, she'd
have to be much more subtle about it.  She didn't want to embarrass him, it
was just that...  for some reason, she really wanted him to know that she'd
noticed it.  That she was impressed, and proud of him.  My dad, she
thought, the biggest cock on the block.

   She pulled a tube of suntan lotion from her bag, and was suddenly seized
with a wild, sexy idea.

   "Daddy, would you put this on my back?" she said, turning over and
laying the recliner all the way down.  She held the tube out to him.

   She almost thought for a moment he wasn't going to do it.  Finally he
grimaced, and stood, and went around to the side of her chair.  He sat
gingerly, taking the tube, and squeezed some out on her back.  He carefully
rubbed it in, and it felt good just to feel his hands on her hot flesh.

   "Uhmmm," she said, sighing with pleasure.  It always felt good to be
touched.  And he had strong hands.  She decided she would ask him for a
back rub tonight.

   "There you go," he said.  There we don't go, she thought.

   "Daddy, you barely got started," she said.  "Do my hips and butt and
legs, too.  The sun is going to get me everywhere, you need to do it
everywhere." And then, she thought, then I'm going to roll over.

   He sighed, and finally she felt him squirting more out of the tube, on
her lower back.  Ha ha, she thought, I got you now.  Let's see what you're
made of.  If you can stand to feel a sexy young girl, even your own
daughter, and not get a boner.  Let's just fucking see.  She turned her
head and lay it down, closing her eyes until she could just barely see out
of them.  She couldn't see his dick, yet.  She wiggled around some more,
and finally she could barely glimpse the top of it, where it went into his
body.  Okay, she thought, let the fun begin.

   He massaged the lotion into her back, and got closer and closer to her
butt.  Will he do it?  she thought.  Finally, at last, to her great
satisfaction, she felt his hands on her ass.  He smeared lotion in, and
carefully rubbed both her cheeks, his fingers light on her.  Push harder,
she thought.  Make me feel it.

   Sparrow realized at some point how turned on she was.  My dad, she told
herself, it's my dad.  So fucking what, she thought back at herself.  He is
a sexy old fart.  I am a sexy young bitch.  We can have a little fun, at
the old nude beach.  It don't mean nothing.  And what the fuck if it does?
Sparrow was a modern girl.  The word incest held no fear for her, not if
that's what she really wanted.  Sparrow really wasn't that spoiled of a
brat, but in her mind, what she wanted was right, and what she didn't want
was wrong.  It was that simple.  Silly man-made ideas and contrivances like
the concept of incest didn't enter into the equation.  Plus, she'd spent so
much time away from her dad, he really wasn't a parental authority figure
to her.  He was more like a buddy, a pal.  A friend.

   He went on down her thighs, and rubbed lotion onto her body.  On a whim,
she reached back, and seized an ass cheek in each hand, and spread her ass
apart.  She got a real thrill thinking that he could see her asshole.  She
knew that any other guy on this beach would kill to see her pretty little
rosebud.  She hoped her dad was the same way.

   He just ignored it, though.  Well, she didn't know, he was looking for
all she knew, she couldn't see behind her.  But she didn't feel his hands
in her asscrack like she wanted to.  She wiggled her ass, and went "Bzzzt!"
loudly.

   "I see it, but I'm not going there," he said softly, and she giggled.

   "I'm sorry daddy," she said.  "But you don't want me to get burned down
there do you?"

   "No," he said.  "And you won't, if you keep your legs together."

   "Daddy..." she whined in her best pleading voice.

   He sighed loudly, a little theatrically, she thought.  At last she felt
his hand enter her asscrack, just an inch from her asshole.  Oh my, she
thought, that feels sexier than shit.  My dad with his hand on my asshole.
Almost.

   He smeared some lotion down her asscrack, and rubbed it in, and then
returned to her legs.

   "Thank you daddy," she said, sweetly.  He snorted.

   "Girl," he said, "You are hard on an old man."

   She purposefully raised her head and looked behind her as far as she
could.  To her disgust, he had his towel in his lap, hiding his dick.  Oh,
shit, though, she told herself, I know why.  I know what that means.  Hee
hee hee.

   He finally made it to her feet.  He rubbed her feet for a while, like he
used to when she was little.  It felt good.  She loved having her feet
rubbed.  When he finally stopped, she thought, okay, her goes nothing.

   "Okay!" she said brightly.  "Half done!" She turned over on the lounge,
and smiled up at him.  He frowned down at her.

   "Sparrow," he said.  Oh shit, she thought, he hardly ever uses my name
unless he's upset.

   "Sparrow, darling, let's end this right here.  You can do your front.  I
understand you couldn't do your back, but you can do your front."

   Awww, she thought.  Shit.  Her mind raced.  She realized that she was
totally prepared to fight unfairly on this issue.  She badly wanted to feel
his hands on her body some more, and especially on certain parts of her
body.

   "Daddy..." she said, drawing the word out, like she used to when she
begged for something.  He sighed, exasperated.

   "Daddy...  I just like it when you do it...  it reminds me of when I was
little...  please?  Just this once?  Please?  We're adults, we can be... 
adult about it, right?"

   He shook his head.  "Sparrow, darling, in this case, being adult might
mean something different than what you think."

   "Daddy, please..." she begged, melting him with her eyes.  He sighed.

   "Okay, just this once," he finally said, and squirted lotion in his
hand. She cackled to herself, and lay back and relaxed.  He started at her
neck, and rubbed her shoulders.  She presented her arm, and went all the
way down it to her fingers.  Then the next arm.  Sequentially, she thought,
boobs should be next.  And, to both her surprise and satisfaction, he
dribbled lotion all over both her boobs.

   His touch felt electric.  My dad is rubbing my boobs, she thought.  My
dad is feeling me off.  Damn, it felt sexy.  She'd had her boobs rubbed
before, by more than one boy, but this felt way better.  And not just
because of the lotion.  His hands were firm and strong, and slick from the
lotion.  She felt him rub over her nipple, smearing lotion on it, and then
return to rub it in.  Oh shit, she thought, that felt divine.  Simply
divine.  Way better than when I do it.

   He rubbed the underneath side of her boobs, even, and damn that felt
good.  She almost always itched there, and it felt great to feel his strong
hands rub her there.  He finally went on down her stomach, and that even
felt good.  He should be a masseuse, she thought.  He's good at this shit.

   She wondered what he would do when he got to her pussy region.  He
smeared lotion on her lower belly, and rubbed it in, until she felt his
hand touch her pubic hair.  Tomorrow, she thought, if I can get him to do
this again, that shit'll be gone.  He didn't go any further down than that,
and she let it go.  He finally rubbed it into her thighs, and once again on
a whim, she spread her legs wide, so he could get her inner thighs.  She
knew her pussy was fully exposed, now, and there was no way he could fail
to see it.  That's not the first time you've seen it, she thought, don't
freak.  She thought she heard a slight grunt from him, and she giggled
silently to herself.  She knew it was mean, but dammit, he deserved a peek
at her pussy.  He was a guy, and she knew what guys liked.  Guys liked
anything to do with pussies.  He would be no different.

   Finally, he rubbed her kneecaps and shins.  He was done.  Shit, that was
way too fast, she thought.

   "Thank you, daddy," she said, smiling at him.  He returned the smile
weakly, and returned to his chair.  He still had the towel over his waist,
and she was pleased to see something beneath it, rising substantially.  I
did that, she thought.  I made that happen.  The feeling of me, beneath his
hands.  I made him hard.  She was proud of herself.

   They lay silently for a little while, but her mind was racing.  She
thought about her relationship with him, and about how it seemed to have
changed, somewhat.  Until this moment, until he'd laid his hands on her
body, squeezing her breasts, even, he'd seem kind of stand-offish compared
to the way he used to be.  She knew that part of that was just the way it
was when you grew up, plus, she was just a bigger girl now.  He couldn't
grab her and whirl her in a circle like he used to.  He couldn't hold her
over her head like he used to.  But he no longer touched her, held her like
he used to.  Maybe that will change, now, she thought.  Now that he's
gotten a feel of me.

   Tonight, she thought.  Tonight, I'll ask him to rub my back, and I'll
take my shirt off.  We'll see how he'll react to nudity in the home.  She
wanted to feel his hands on her body again, that quickly.

   She looked at him again, trying to see what was beneath the towel. 
Trying to see where it was.  She wondered if it was going down any.  It
didn't look like it was.  She giggled silently.  Poor daddy, she thought,
stuck with a boner at the beach.  And sweet little me gave it to him.

   The afternoon passed.  Finally he dropped the towel, and she could see
that his dick was it's normal soft self.  She wondered if there was
anything else that she could do, here at the beach, to get it hard.  She
wanted bad to put suntan lotion on it, and rub it in...  that would
probably look a little obvious, though.

   Sparrow had jerked off a boy or two, in her time.  One of them, Albert,
had almost talked her into sucking him off, but she chickened out at the
last minute.  She did kiss it, though, and she'd always remember the soft
hardness of the end of the boy's cock.  She found herself wanting to do the
same thing to her father.  I'd suck his, she thought, I really would.  That
magnificent thing?  I'd put that sucker in my mouth in a second.  She began
to wonder how to bring that event about.



   --==+==-

   Finally, the sun was setting on the city behind them.  They'd had a good
time, several other of her dad's friends, both male and female had found
them, and Sparrow had enjoyed watching his guy friends watch her.  Men, she
thought with a giggle.  How predictable.

   Finally, it was time to go home.  They'd been there for hours, Sparrow
realized.  She felt comfortable being naked, and she almost didn't want to
go back to the real world, where you had to wear clothes.  They packed up,
and dressed and Sparrow said goodbye to her dad's wonderful dick. 
Tomorrow, my little friend, she thought.  Tomorrow.



   --==+==-

   They got back to the apartment, put everything away, and tried to figure
out what to do for dinner.  Finally her dad warmed up some prepared meals
he had in the freezer, and they ate on the couch, watching TV.  Sparrow's
mind was churning, thinking wicked thoughts mostly, and trying to figure
out ways to approach her dad with some ideas she'd had.

   "Daddy," she finally said, bravely.  After all, all he could do was say
no, right?  "Daddy, since we did so good at the beach today, and had fun...
you had fun, right?" she looked at him seriously.  He nodded.  He'd had
fun. "Anyway, why can't we do that here?  Just go nude, whenever we're at
home?  What will it hurt?"

   He looked uncomfortable.  "Darlin'," he finally said.  "I don't care if
you want to.  If you want to, do it.  I don't care.  But I'm not sure if
that's for me.  I'm a guy, remember...  things are a little different... 
things show up worse, on guys."

   She giggled.  "What do you mean?  Boners?"

   He sighed, exasperated.  "Yes, boners.  Darling.  There is something I
must tell you, that I must make you understand.  I don't want to let it
become an issue."

   "Yes, daddy?" she gave him her best innocent little girl look.

   "Darlin'...  you might have noticed I had a problem today...  you must
understand, that with guys...  well, with guy's dicks," she was slightly
scandalized to hear him say the word, but it turned her on.  "With guy's
dick, it don't matter.  There is no brother slash sister, no mother slash
son, no father slash daughter."

   "What do you mean?" she acted puzzled, although she knew exactly what he
meant.  She just wanted to hear him say it.  She wanted to make him say it.

   "Darlin'...  when a guy sees a naked girl, it doesn't matter who she is,
he gets turned on.  You have to understand that, and forgive us for it. 
We're just guys, it's the way we're made.  We can't help it."

   "Okay, daddy.  I understand." she said, wanting to shock him, wanting to
be naughty.  "That's why you got a hard-on today when you were rubbing me?"

   He didn't seem to be shocked, though, he just gave a little laugh. 
"Yes, darling, that.  That exactly."

   "Daddy," she said.  "It don't bother me.  It don't bother me any, and...
truth be known...  it was kinda sexy, to me."

   "Girl," he just looked down and shook his head.  "Let's not go there,
okay?  Let's just leave it at that."

   She giggled.  "Okay, daddy.  Gotcha." She wasn't ready to stop.  She
wanted this particular train of conversation to keep on going.  It was
exciting her.

   "Daddy," she said, and he looked at her, inquisitively.  "Daddy, I was
proud of you today.  You were the best man on the beach.  Totally."

   He just looked puzzled, and she thought, you silly man, you know exactly
what I'm talking about.

   "Darlin'," he finally said, shaking his head.  "There's more to it than
just...  size.  Don't be fooled by that."

   "I know.  And I'm not fooled.  But I was still proud of you."

   He shook his head one last time.  I sure do make him shake his head a
lot, she thought.



   --==+==-

   He finally made his nest on the couch, and she retired to the bedroom.
She found her phone, and held a long conversation with a girl named Sandra,
her best friend back home.  She told Sandra all about the nude beach, and
seeing her dad's giant cock.  Sandra was impressed.  Sandra had had less
real world experience than Sparrow, but her mind was way more active, and
she knew a lot of things that Sparrow didn't.  She knew Sandra thought just
like her, and sure enough, Sandra asked her if she was thinking of doing
him.  Her dad.  She laughed, and told the truth.

   "Sandy, I dunno...  if I thought it wouldn't totally fuck up our
relationship I would, I would in a second.  It'd be cool and sweet for him
to pop my cherry, it'd be...  symbolic or somethin'.  Yes, if I thought I
could, I would.  You know me.  When I want somethin', it don't matter if
it's right or wrong, I go for it."

   "Well, you got somethin' there...  you wouldn't wanna fuck things up
between you...  I know you could handle it, but you gotta ask yourself,
could he handle it?  Do you think he could?"

   "I dunno, Sandy, I dunno...  I'd like to say he could.  He's pretty hip
and modern and all that...  I'd like to say he could do his own daughter...
I know he don't got religious issues or anything like that keepin' him from
it.  Maybe I got hope, who knows."

   "Well, you got what, two more months to figure that out?  How long you
gonna be there?"

   "Yeah, two months."

   "That should be enough time, if you decide to try something.  Hey, keep
me informed, this is interesting.  You, fuckin' your own father."

   Sparrow giggled.  "Well, maybe not fuckin' him...  maybe just giving him
a BJ, or something...  or lettin' him lick me..."

   "Oh, that would be sweet.  Your dad is hot, I seen pictures.  Like I
said, let me know."



   --==+==-

   The next morning when Sparrow woke up, her dad was gone.  She laid
around a while, and finally went in the living room, still as naked as
she'd slept.  She laid around and watched TV, impatiently waiting for him
to show up and notice her nakedness.  Finally, after lunchtime came and
went, she gave up and put her thong suit on, and wandered down the beach.
She stood out in the water, letting it push her to and fro, and enjoyed the
beauty and power of the ocean.  She finally turned back towards the shore,
and noticed a man standing close to the water's edge.  She walked back out
of the surf, passing close by him, and was surprised when he spoke.

   "Howdy!" he said, and she looked at him, and nodded a reply.  He was
maybe her dad's age, maybe a few years older, ruggedly handsome, and in
pretty good shape for an old fart, she thought.  He didn't even have love
handles.  Damn.  This guy takes care of himself, she thought.

   "The ocean's beautiful, isn't it?" the man said, and she smiled at him.

   "Yes, very.  I love it out here."

   "You live close?" he asked, and she shook her head.

   "No, I actually live in Texas, I'm just here visiting my dad for the
summer."

   "I see, I see," the man said, nodding his head.  He turned, and began
walking down, paralleling the water's edge.  She followed, staying beside
him.  It was the way she'd intended on going, anyway.

   "My name is Brad," the man said.

   "I'm Sparrow," she said, and he presented his hand.  She shook it.

   "Sparrow.  What a beautiful name," he said, smiling at her.  She decided
she liked him.  She smiled back.

   They walked past the arcade, and just kept going.  She was comfortable
with him, he didn't seem threatening in any way.  He just seemed like a
plain, nice guy.  They made small talk, and as it tends to do at times, the
small talk turned into big talk.  She found herself telling him things that
surprised even her.

   "I'm going through a crisis, I think..." she said, and he nodded
sympathetically.

   "There is somebody in my life that I love very much...  and I'm ready
to...  ready to give myself...  give myself to them.  But they believe it'd
be wrong, for a multitude of reasons.  I was just out here thinkin',
mostly."

   "Well," Brad finally said.  He looked pointedly at her body, and she
almost blushed.  "First, he's a very lucky guy...  if it's a guy, that
is..." she nodded.  "Dear...  you are young, and youth is always intense
and in a hurry...  just let it happen, would be my advice.  If it happens,
you were right.  If it doesn't, move on.  Don't spend too much of your
valuable time on a dead end."

   "I don't think it's a dead end...  I just think that he might not like
me...  like I like him.  You know?"

   The stopped, and he nodded seriously.  "Well, darlin', like I said. 
Don't put your life on hold for too long.  Before long you're gonna end up
like me if you do, an old fart, still waitin' for life to happen."

   She giggled, and he smiled.  They walked some more.  She could feel his
eyes on her, at times, and she knew he was enjoying her bikini.  As well he
should be, she thought.  They finally turned around, and headed back to the
populated part of the beach.  She realized with surprise that they'd walked
right past the nude beach without realizing it.

   They were just passing the "naked people" sign.  She motioned on up the
beach, to where the crowd of chairs and nudists were.

   "Brad.  You ever go there?" she asked.  He smiled.

   "I used to, a lot.  Haven't been in a while, no."

   "Wanna go?" she asked.  He looked surprised that she'd mention it, and
finally said, "sure!  But..." she looked at him.  He finally said, "I just
hope I don't embarrass myself, in the company of a beautiful young woman.
You'll forgive me if I do?  I don't have a towel..."

   She knew what he meant.  She giggled.  "Sure, it'll be okay.  My dad had
that problem, yesterday.  When he was puttin' lotion on my back."

   "Your dad?" he seemed surprised.  Then he said, "I guess I can
understand that.  You're his daughter, but still a foxy, sexy young lady.
I'd probably have that problem, if I had a daughter like you."

   She giggled some more.  They approached the recliners, and she picked
two of them out, and put them head to tail like she'd done with her dad the
other day.  It made it easier to talk, that way, too.  She stripped her
bikini off, and stepped out of it.  She saw his eyes automatically go to
her tits, and she smiled to herself.

   When Brad drew his shorts down, she was mildly surprised.  He was no
monster like her dad, but he had a very nice dick, she thought.  It was
plenty big enough, and she knew that because it was about half hard,
sticking out from his body at a forty-five degree angle, or so.  It looked
cool to her.  She remembered her boyfriend Albert and how hard his cock had
gotten when she'd played with it.  I'd play with this one, too, she
thought. I would.  It would be fun.  And I'd go a lot further than I went
with Albert.  I was young and dumb, then, I didn't know how much fun it
could be.

   They sat and talked for an hour or two, and Sparrow was glad once again
of her sunglasses.  She could stare right at his cock without
embarrassment. Way cool.  She found herself telling him about her plans to
go nude around the house, after finding she loved it so much at the beach.
He just shook his head.

   "Darlin'," he said.  "Your dad is a very lucky guy.  I'm sure you'll
really make his day, if you do that."

   "Yeah," she giggled.  On impulse, she spread her legs wide, putting a
foot down on the ground on each side of the recliner.  She could see him,
gazing at her pussy.

   "Brad," she said.  "I'm thinking about shaving off my pussy hair.  Do
you think I should?" She wanted to shock him a little bit, and titillate
him a little more, even.  She did just that.  He was having a hard enough
time not just staring at her pussy.

   "I dunno, Sparrow," he finally said.  "I'll go with whatever you decide.
You are the most beautiful girl on the beach, no matter what you choose."

   She laughed.  That was pretty noncommittal.  They finally gathered up
their stuff, and made their way to place where they had to put their
clothes back on.

   "Where do you guys live?" Brad asked, and when Sparrow told him it was
the Dorne building he laughed.

   "I live there too, the nineteenth floor.  You should come see me
sometimes." She promised too, and she tried to memorize his room number. 
They finally arrived at the building, and went up the elevator.  She said
goodbye, and he got off on his floor, and she went on up to hers.



   --==+==-

   Her dad was home, at least.  She gave him a quick run-down of her day,
minus a few details, like Brad's age, she wasn't sure if he'd understand or
not.  She just told him she'd made a friend.

   "Daddy," she finally said, "Like I said yesterday...  I'm gonna start
going in the nude here at home...  I hope you really don't mind..."

   He shook his head.  "No, sparrow, I don't mind.  It's not that much
different that what you're wearing right now, anyway." They both laughed.
Sparrow dropped her shorts, and stripped the little suit right off.  She
felt free, and she felt good.  She loved being naked, she decided.  He just
stared at her, and shook his head.

   "What have I created?" he asked.  She stretched, and scratched herself
under her breasts.  Damn, that felt good.  She was conscious of his eyes on
her, and it turned her on.  I know I look good, she thought.  I know I look
sexy.  Anybody would stare.  But it turns me on the most that he's my dad.



   --==+==-

   They passed the rest of the evening without really doing anything, until
about eight o'clock, when he convinced her to get dressed and they went and
saw a movie.  It was almost eleven when they stumbled back into the
apartment.  Sparrow went to the bedroom and undressed, and put her clothes
up.  She walked back in the living room, nude, and he was on the couch,
thumbing through the channels.  She sat beside him, and then, on impulse,
she crawled up in his lap.  That was kind of difficult now that she was so
big, but she managed, and he gingerly held her.  She wiggled around and got
comfortable.

   They watched TV and talked for a while.  She realized she was very
horny, and she kept wanted to direct the conversation to sexual subjects,
but she didn't.  Except...  she did think of one thing.

   "Daddy," she announced.  "I'm gonna shave my pussy hair in the morning.
What do you think?"

   "What do I think?  Sure, go for it.  Whatever you want.  Does my opinion
really matter?"

   "Yes.  I think it will be fun.  All smooth.  And sexy."

   "Uhm, yes." He squirmed.  She realized that the hard lump she'd been
feeling for some time now was his erection.  She giggled some more.  She
squirmed some, then, squeezing his lump, trying on purpose to make him feel
her feeling it.

   "Daddy..." she finally said, determined to get a rise out of him. 
"Daddy...  what do you think of my pussy?  You saw it pretty good the other
day, right?"

   She turned and looked at him.  He had a look on his face...  she
couldn't really tell what kind of look it was.

   "Sparrow, honey," he finally said.  "Darling, you are making me wonder
if I've been to lenient with you.  I'm still your dad, right?  Do you
remember that?"

   "Yes..." she said, still kind of giggling.

   "Darling, daddies don't talk with their little girls about their
pussies. It's just not done, dear.  Please.  Don't make this difficult on
me."

   "Daddy...  I'm sorry...  I guess I was kinda teasing you...  I'll stop."
she turned around, and kissed him on the cheek.  "You are very sweet to put
up with all my crap.  I know I've been kinda wicked...  but it's just
fun..."

   "Well, fun is one thing...  but let's not let it get ourselves into
trouble," he said.  She nodded.

   "Daddy...  just tell me one thing...  please?"

   "Yes, dear?"

   "I know you don't believe in...  gods or devils and such...  you
remember how you used to say you were a heathen?"

   He laughed.  "Yes.  Okay."

   "Daddy, you used to say there was no right or wrong, save what we make
ourselves...  what we believe, right?"

   "Right..."

   "Daddy...  if there is no ultimate right or wrong, then can you make
love to me?  Can you be my first time?"

   He was silent.  She waited.

   "Sparrow...  darling...  Is that what this is all about?" he finally
asked.

   "All what?  Me going nude?  No, I'm doing that because I like it and it
feels good."

   "What are you really saying?"

   "Daddy, I love you very much, more than anybody in the world.  I want
you to be my first, I want you to pop my cherry.  And I want to show you
how much I love you.  It'll be...  symbolic.  Symbolic of our love for each
other."

   "Oh, darling," he said, putting his head down on her shoulder.  He
clasped his hands around her waist, and she was very aware of his fists
resting in her lap, an inch from her pussy.

   "Daddy...  I'm not trying to put you on the spot...  I just want to love
you...  and you to love me...  we deserve that, daddy.  We love each other
that much.  And, like you say, there's nobody to tell us we can't."

   "Darlin'...  what you're talking about is incest, it's just not done..."

   "Daddy, if there's no right or wrong, so what?  Why can't we?"

   "Sugar, there is right and wrong, we humans have developed a pretty good
sense of right and wrong, for good reasons."

   "What is the reason against incest?"

   "Oh, there's a lot...  birth defects, deformities...  relationship
issues...  you should look it up, on the internet sometimes..."

   "Daddy...  I don't wanna cause you any grief...  but I love you very
much and I want you to make love to me.  That's it." There, she thought.  I
said it plainly.  What he decides will have to be enough for me, I guess.

   "There won't be birth defects because momma put me on the pill a few
years ago, just in case.  I won't get pregnant.  And I think our
relationship is strong enough to survive a night of love."

   She turned, and finally was straddling his legs, facing him.  Her
breasts were right in his face, and she hugged herself to him, feeling his
warm body beneath hers.  She could feel his leg pressing into her pussy. 
She put her hands around his head, and squeezed it to her body.  She felt a
touch as he put his hands on her waist, right above her butt.  They just
sat there like that for the longest time, not moving.

   "Darlin'..." he finally said.  "You are very persuasive.  Can I get back
to you on this?"

   She giggled.  He sounded like he was making a business proposal or
something.

   "Nope," she said.  "Gotta know right now."

   He sighed.  His head was wrapped in her arms.  She could feel his breath
on her tits.  Her nipples were hard, damn hard.

   "Honey," he said.  "I'm sorry, but the answer has gotta be no.  I'm
sorry, darling.  I have to do what I feel is right."

   She was sad, but she understood.  She hadn't really figured he'd give up
that quickly.  She didn't plan on giving up, either, though.  She'd have to
decide on another plan of attack.  At least he knows, now.  He knows I want
him to do me.  And it didn't seem to bother him all that much.



   --==+==-

   The next morning she got up, and hit the shower.  She located one of his
disposable razors, and carefully shaved all her pubic hair off.  God, she
thought, that is way more sexy than I even thought it would be...  her
pussy felt smooth and sexy, just incredible.  And damn...  it looked cuter
than ever.  She wondered how to show it off to her dad.  She wanted him to
do more than just simply see it.  Her mind raced for ideas, again.

   She puttered around until noon, and then, on a whim, put on her thong
and went to the elevator.  She got off on Brad's floor, and found his room
number, and knocked.  She heard him stumbling around inside, and finally
the door opened.  He seemed pleased to see her, and invited her in.  She
entered without any real reservations, she totally trusted him, for some
reason.  They sat on the couch a while and talked.

   "Darlin'," he said.  "You look stunning in that suit.  I wanted to say
that yesterday."

   "Thank you," she giggled.  She knew that, already.  I'd look good in a
paper bag, she thought.

   Sparrow realized how almost desperately horny she was.  That deal with
her dad was really eating on her.  She wanted something to happen, bad.  At
this point she didn't really care that much what it was, even.  Just
something.

   "Brad..." she said, thinking furiously.  She didn't see how he could
turn her down.  He didn't have the incest thing to worry about.

   "Yes, dear?" he said.

   "Let me show you what I did this morning," she said, and stood.  She
pulled the front of her suit down, exposing her clean-shaven pussy to him.
She could tell he was shocked, but he stared at it, almost hungrily.

   "Yes, uhm," he finally managed to say, "that is very...  cute... 
smooth, yes?"

   "Smooth yes," she agreed.  "It feels cool."

   "I bet it does," he said, almost enviously.  She giggled to herself.

   "Brad," she finally said.  "Would you...  uhm...  would you lick my
pussy?  Please?"

   "Oh shit," he sat back heavily.  He just stared at her.

   "I'm sorry I can't let you fuck me," she said, "but I'm saving that for
somebody special.  But, you can lick me.  Is that okay?"

   "Darling..." he said, "are you sure that's what you want?  There's no
going back, if we do...  what's done is done..."

   "Yes, I know.  Yes, I'm sure.  I'm just so ready...  so ready for
something to happen...  and my dad wouldn't..." she stopped, realizing she
was telling him more than she'd intended.

   "Yes, your dad...  kinda thought that, yesterday..." he mused.  He
looked thoughtful.

   "Darling," he said, staring her straight in the eye.  "Honestly...  I
would like nothing more in the whole world than to lick your sweet pussy...
but I don't want you to regret it, later.  Promise me you won't have any
regrets."

   She stared back at him.  She was sure.  "I promise," she said slowly. 
He nodded, satisfied.  He slid off the couch into the floor, and moved over
until he was between her legs.  Just the touch of her cool smooth flesh
gave him chills.  He couldn't believe what was being offered to him.

   She slid the straps over her arms, and carefully pulled the suit down
her legs.  Her tits felt good, being freed.  Her whole body felt good.  A
man is going to eat my pussy, she thought.  A man I barely know.  And I'm
going to love it.

   Love it she did.  The feel of his tongue on her clit electrified her. 
Every touch she felt intensely, due to her freshly shaven snatch.  Her
pussy was very sensitive, and it felt great.  He was good at what he did,
she thought.  She knew she wasn't his first.  Probably not even his
hundredth, she thought.

   He licked down the outsides of her pussy lips, and back up.  His hands
were high, squeezing and kneading her sensitive tits.  He licked inside her
pussy, and then all the way down to her asshole.  Oh, she thought, that
feels good, she squirmed and spread her legs all the wider, letting him get
all the way in there.  She finally ran her hands down underneath her legs,
and spread her ass cheeks wide apart, to make it easier for him to lick her
asshole.  He kept coming back to her clit, and she loved that.  She finally
wrapped her legs around his head, and squeezed him to her body.  He
alternately licked and sucked, and she wiggled all the more, gasping for
breath.  She realized she was going to cum.

   She came, and within ten more minutes, she came again.  He was good.  He
just chewed and slobbered and licked, and let her do what she had to do. 
She was gasping for breath by the second, and he seemed to show no desire
to stop.  She got ready for number three.

   At some point that afternoon, she realized that she was in love with
sex. She was hooked on it, on the feelings her body could provide for her.
It seemed to matter little who was doing it...  although...  she thought
again how special it would be for her dad to be doing this...  maybe, she
thought...  maybe I can convince him to do everything but straight-out fuck
me.  Maybe he won't feel so bad if we don't go all the way...  I would love
for him to do this, she thought.  This would be way better than nothing, at
least.  This would be special.

   She plotted and planned as Brad nuzzled and slobbered on her pussy.  And
her clit...  damn, she thought, keep going back to the clit.  He knew where
her pleasure center was...  he tongued it unmercifully...  she squirmed and
her pussy juices streaked down his face...  she was loving it.  Every
minute of it.

   He finally flipped her, and pulled her ass up in the air.  He buried his
face in her ass, tonguing her asshole, pressing his tongue into it as far
as he could.  She tasted as sweet as honey back there, to him.  He licked
and licked, tasting sweat, and salt, and a little bitty hint of shit.  He
was in love with her ass.  He rubbed and squeezed and spread her ass with
his hands, his tongue staying right on her asshole.  This girl.  She was
too much.  He loved her dearly.  He was glad again he'd took a chance and
spoke to the girl, on the beach.  This was the end result.  She was the
sweetest, sexiest most perfect thing he'd ever got to play around with...
and he'd played with a lot.  He hadn't had one this sweet in years...  she
was too much.  He hoped this wasn't just a one-time deal.

   Finally her poor forgotten titties got some time, she thought.  He
nuzzled and licked and smooched on them, and her hard nipples responded. 
She decided she loved having her tits played with.  He squeezed them, and
spread them apart and squished them together, everything.  God, that feels
good, she thought.  Jeezus.  Do that some more.

   Sparrow had no idea what time it was.  She felt like she'd been here for
hours.  She figured her dad was home by now, at least.  Finally, sadly, she
told Brad she needed to leave.  He kissed her, their first kiss, and
thanked her for the wonderful afternoon she'd spent with him.  She just
laughed, and thanked him.  She left, adjusting her suit, and walked up the
stairs to her apartment.  Her dad was home, sure enough, and she gave him
an imaginary rundown of her day.  She didn't tell him she'd spent the last
four hours getting her pussy licked.

   They spent a quiet evening at home, just watching TV and cuddling. 
Sparrow finally took her swimsuit off, and was deliciously naked.  Her dad
cuddled her again, and she felt warm and loved in his arms.  I guess it
don't matter that much, she thought, this is enough, for a while...  just
letting him hold me...  she was almost surprised, though, at his willpower.
Holding a sexy, beautiful naked girl...  he was tough, she thought.  When
he thought something he stuck to it.  She finally tottered off to bed, as
he made his nest on the couch.



   --==+==-

   The next morning her dad was gone, as usual.  She got up and lounged
around the house, and finally, on a whim, dropped a t-shirt over her head.
No panties.  She went out into the hall, and down the stairs to Brad's
room. She could tell that she woke him up, but he was glad to see her.  He
knew what was coming next.  He was right, kind of.

   "Brad," Sparrow announced.  "You licked me, yesterday.  We'll do some
more of that, today, but today I wanna lick you, too."

   He stared at her, bemused.  This girl.  She knew what she wanted, and
she wasn't afraid to ask for it.  Amazing.

   She approached him, and wrestled with his pants.  He finally helped her
get them undone, and she pulled out his long cock.  He reached down and
pulled out his balls, too, and she giggled.  Silly balls, she thought.  She
dropped to her knees, and stared at the fat cock in front of her.  This was
her first time, she mused, her first real time sucking a cock.  She hoped
that she was able to please him.

   She opened her mouth, and drew it in.  Oh, he thought, she's a natural.
That quick, he realized it.  She sucked, hard, and his knees almost
buckled. She started an in-and-out motion, and he already had felt a twitch
from his prostate.  He was pretty turned on.  His dick was hard, hard.

   What did I do to deserve this, he thought.  This foxy angel shows up
from out of nowhere, and within a day she's got my dick in her mouth. 
Where the fuck did she really come from?  What the fuck is going on?  He
finally forgot that shit, and just enjoyed her.

   He warned her that he was about to cum.  She nodded, and kept sucking.
He filled her sweet mouth with sperm, almost choking her, but she managed
to get most of it down.  Some of it spilled down her front, and she turned
him on more by rubbing it into her tits.  His dick finally went down far
enough that she stopped sucking, and leaned back from him.

   "Now!" she said.  "Now you can lick me for a while!"

   He was glad to get to do it again.  Another day in heaven, he thought.
Her pussy was sweet, and aromatic.  He realized that she hadn't taken a
shower since yesterday.  She definitely had a taste, today, and it was
good. Her whole body was a little sweatier, and a lot sexier.  He licked
and lapped and sucked, filling his mouth with her sexy sweetness.  She was
just too much.  How on earth, he thought, can her dad resist her?  How can
he resist this?  He's a stronger man than I am.

   He ate her out for an hour, at least.  Finally, she came back to earth,
and pulled him up from between her legs, and seated him on the couch.  She
knelt, and took his cock in her mouth again, and she was pleased that he
was able to get hard again.  She sucked as hard as she could, until her
throat hurt, and he came again, filling her mouth with his musty cum.  She
loved it.



   --==+==-

   That night, Sparrow and her dad drove along the coastal highway, just
for something to do.  They had a nice long talk, and she felt like now he
understood her better than ever.  They talked about everything, sex, and
her desires for him, and he finally admitted to her that he found her
extremely desirable.

   "See?" she told him.  "Your body knows.  Your subconscious knows.  You
just need to get the message."

   He laughed.  "Sparrow, Sparrow.  You are wearing me down.  But, I still
don't feel like I can do this for you.  I still don't feel like it's
right."

   "I understand, Daddy.  And I respect that.  But, if you ever change your
mind..."

   He laughed again.  "Yes, darling.  You'll be the first to know."



   --==+==-

   The next day, she thought about going to Brad's, yet again, but she just
stayed at home.  When her dad came home they walked again down to the nude
beach, and she spent an enjoyable afternoon staring at her dad's pet
monster.  It strengthened her resolve, if anything.  I'm going to feel that
thing in my mouth, before this is over, she thought.  I'm going to taste
it. I'm gonna have it for lunch one day.  One day soon.

   She was amazed and a little jealous of all the women that tried to chat
her dad up.  I'm his girlfriend, you bitches, she thought.  Stay away!  Did
everyone somehow know she was just his daughter?  Were these people that
had seen him on his trips before?  With a cock like that, she knew he'd be
remembered.  He still had the biggest cock she'd seen on the beach.  He was
king of the beach.

   They finally wandered back home, and he fixed some bacon and eggs.  She
ate with gusto, even thought it was breakfast food.  He finished up a
little paperwork, while she watched TV.

   She got up to go to the bathroom, and remembered that she was a nudist,
now, so she stripped off her shirt, bra and shorts and walked back into the
living room, blessedly nude.

   Her dad didn't seem to react, which miffed her slightly.  I shaved this
little bitch, just for you, she thought.  At least look at it.  Apparently,
he did, because later that evening he pointedly looked at her, at her pussy
and said, "Cute."

   She giggled.  My dad just complimented my pussy, she thought.  That is
cool.  He's gotta wonder what it feels like, now, if he's halfway human.

   He finally sat on the couch, and she sat, then turned, and lay across
his lap.  She took his hand, and then he moved, and placed his arm right
inbetween her two breasts.  They sat like that for a long time, not
talking, just holding hands.  She thought and thought of ways to start the
ball rolling, again.  To her surprise, he did just that.

   "Darling..." he said, hitting the mute button on the TV.  "I've spent a
lot of time thinking about what you've said.  And here's what I've
decided."

   "Yes?" she said, almost holding her breath.  She felt, she knew inside,
for some reason, that momentous, important stuff was about to be said.

   "Darling, okay.  I accept that you want this, more than anything.  And I
can't deny that I want it, too.  I can not and will not deny a great
attraction to you.  I love you more than life itself.  I want what you want
for you.  Even this thing, although I know it's not right."

   "Okay..." she finally said, when it became obvious he was waiting for a
reply.

   "Most of all, darling, I don't want to screw up my relationship with
you. That would be the worst thing to come of something like this.  It
would take a very strong relationship, which I do think we have, by the
way, anyway, it would change things considerably.  Sex just does that, like
it or not.  It would change everything."

   She was silent.  She finally nodded.

   "Here's what I'll do for you," he said.  "You keep this on your mind,
keep thinking about it, deciding.  I will too, I can't help it, it's all
I've thought of, since you brought it up.  Anyway, if you still want this,
after you're eighteen, I'll give in.  I'll do it for you."

   Eighteen?  she thought.  Holy fuck, that's three more years.  That's
forever.  She knew there was no way she could wait that long.  Shit, she
thought.  She did appreciate what he was saying, what he was giving her. 
He was giving her hope, more than anything.  And he hadn't said no, like he
had up until now.  Can I wait three more years?  she wondered.  Shit, shit.

   "Daddy...  thank you..." she finally said, her mind racing.  "I know you
love me, I feel it every day.  And I appreciate what your doing for me, and
what you will do for me.  I don't know if I can wait that long, but I'll
try..."

   "Darlin'...  you don't have to wait...  if you meet somebody you love,
go with them.  Don't waste your time waiting on an old man like me.  But,
like I said, if you still want me, I'll be there, when you're eighteen."

   "Thank you, daddy!" she said, and turned, burrowing her face into his
stomach.  She thought she was going to cry, for some crazy reason, and she
didn't want him to see it.  She lay there for some time, and finally got a
grip on herself.

   "Daddy..." she finally said, and he looked down at her.  "Daddy,
there's...  there's lots of other things we can do, than just have
straight-up sex...  can you give me something like that, to give me a
little hope?  To give me something, at least?"

   He just stared at her.  She could feel the wheels turning in his head.
She restrained an urge to giggle.

   "Darlin'..." he finally said.  "Like what?  What do you mean?  Do you
want me to kiss you?"

   She did giggle, and that.  "Yes, and a little more.  I want you to lick
me.  Lick me, in all the right places."

   "Sparrow..." he seemed frustrated.  "Darling...  I'm not sure if I could
stop, if I did something like that...  to me, that's still having sex..."

   "I know, Daddy...  but I want something so bad...  I'm just dying
sometimes for something to happen...  I want to feel it, I want to know
what it's like...  all the girls in my class have already had sex, and I
haven't had anything.  I'm ready, I'm just ready."

   "Darling, I understand.  I of all people know what the feels like, to
feel like you're the last one in the world.  I spent most of my childhood
feeling like that."

   They sat for a while longer, in silence.  She finally figured it was
over, that the die was cast.  Three more years, she thought.  Three more
fucking years, before I get my hands on that damn dick.  It'll be worth
it...  and I don't really have to wait...  actually I haven't waited, the
crap I've done with Brad...  I can still play around, and then let my dad
fuck me when I turn eighteen...  it'll still be worth it...

   "Darling," he spoke again.  "What do you really have in mind?  Can you
be more specific?"

   She giggled.  Maybe he was interested.  Maybe he did want to play, a
little.

   "Mostly just licking...  maybe you lick my pussy, and I lick your... 
dick..." she said, almost blushing to say the words to her dad.

   "Shit," he said.  "Shit."

   They sat for a while longer in silence.  He thumbed the sound back up on
the TV, and muted it again.

   "Darling," he said.  She almost tee-hee-heed.  She knew he was wrestling
with this.  But she had a new feeling now, a feeling that something, at
least something was going to happen tonight.  Oh god, I hope, she thought.
I hope.

   "Yes, daddy," she said.

   "If...  if you are double damn sure, if you can promise me, come hell or
high water, that whatever we do doesn't impact our relationship in a
negative fashion...  I'll go for that.  I'll do that.  But I want you to be
double-goddam sure.  I want you to promise me that you won't regret it.  I
want you to really think about this, and promise me."

   Oh shit, she thought.  He's basically said yes.  Oh holy fucking shit.

   "And," he said, pausing dramatically.  "And, you can never tell anyone.
No one.  Not your friends, no one.  Absolutely, because it would get us in
no end of trouble, and probably get me thrown in jail."

   "No, daddy, I won't," she turned, and stared up at him, love in her
eyes. "And yes, I promise.  I've thought about this a lot, and I can
promise you that I'm sure, yes."

   "Okay, darling, okay.  Just make sure.  I feel like I've just got you
back, and I don't want to lose you.  Especially over something stupid like
sex."

   "You won't daddy.  It'll just make our love stronger, I know it will."

   "I hope so, darlin'.  I hope so."



   --==+==-

   Weirdly, they just lay there for the longest time.  She didn't feel like
there was any hurry, now that she was kind of getting what she wanted.  And
she wanted to give him the impression that she was still thinking about it.
She was still thinking about it, that was all she was thinking about.  But,
her mind was made up.  She knew what she wanted.

   She finally sat up on the couch.  She looked at him, and he looked at
her.  She giggled slightly.  He shook his head.  She giggled some more.

   "Daddy," she finally said.  "Daddy, dearest...  please lick my pussy...
please?"

   He sighed and shook his head again.

   "The things I do..." he said, and she giggled some more.  "God forgive
me," he finally said, and crawled off the couch into the floor.

   "You don't believe in god, remember?" she said.

   "I'm thinkin' about it now," he said.  She sat forward, and he placed
his elbows on her knees.  She spread her legs wide, and sat forward on he
couch, hanging her ass over the edge.  Oh, she thought, this is gonna be
good.  This is gonna be fucking good.

   "One last time," he said.  "Are you sure?"

   "Hell yes," she said.  "Daddy.  I am sure I want you to lick my pussy."

   He just snorted, and leaned towards her.  She was breathless with
anticipation.  In just seconds, she thought, in just seconds my dad is
going to be licking my sweet little cunt.  In just seconds.

   Unerringly, his tongue touched her on her clit.  Bingo, she thought. 
Home run.  His hard tongue plastered her clit against her cunt, smashing
it. And damn, it felt good.  It felt as good as when Brad had done it, with
the added thrill of it being her father that was doing it.  I could get
used to this, she thought.  From now on, this is going to be a daily
occurrence.  Twice daily.  Fuck.  Every time I can get him to do it.

   He licked and licked, tonguing her clit, mostly, with a few little
forays down into her pussy proper, and she knew, that quick that she was
going to cum, hard.  It was going to be a good one.  And it was, she stuck
her legs out, and tensed so hard her knees almost popped.  She arched her
back, harder and harder, and came.  She bounced and wiggled around on the
couch, and grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him into her.

   When she finally came down, she sighed, deeply.  He was still licking
away.  He never stopped.  Good, she thought.  Let him.

   She knew, just like she had with Brad, that a second one was not far
away.  Let's just do this all night, she thought.  She wondered if he was
enjoying himself as much as she was.  Surely he is, she thought.  Guys like
shit like this.  Guys like pussy.  He's a guy.  I'm sure he's having a good
time.

   He licked further and further down her cunt, and she scooted forward
some more, and spread her ass with both hands like she had for Brad.  Her
dad licked her asshole, rubbing her little puckered hole with his tongue.
She finally felt him pushing his tongue into her, and giggled.  Guys, she
thought.  All the same.  Holes must be probed.  Sphincters must be
penetrated.  It felt good, though.  His tongue felt good inside her body.
She badly wanted to feel his dick the same way.  Can you wait until you're
eighteen?  she thought.  If I get this every day, maybe I can.

   She felt a stab of sadness when she remembered at the end of the summer
she'd have to go home.  She began to wonder about the possibility of moving
in with him.  After this, she thought, surely he'll want it as much as I
do. She knew her stupid mom would fight it, though.  What the fuck ever,
she thought.  Anyway, I should be the one to decide.

   He finally licked up the outsides of her pussy lips, in the crease of
her legs.  That alone feels good, she thought.  He fell back onto her clit,
and she felt the familiar sensation in her legs start, again.  Oh shit, she
thought.  Here comes another.



   --==+==-

   He harbored another secret, but he did not tell her.  This was not the
first time he'd tasted her sweetness.  Twice, years ago, in motel rooms
when they were at the beach, after she had gone to sleep, he'd licked her
beautiful little pussy.  He'd been in love with her then just as deeply as
he was now, she was the cutest, sweetest little thing, and after an
exhausting day playing she had just totally crashed.  He'd pulled her
panties down, on a whim, and carefully laid her on her back, and bent his
face into her sweetness.  She'd tasted like heaven to him, just like she
did now, and he'd thought, at the time, that he'd made her have an orgasm
as she'd slept.  He'd licked and licked her little clit, wanting the moment
to go on forever.  Her breathing had quickened, and she'd tensed up,
goosebumps running up and down her legs, and finally she'd sighed deeply
and relaxed.  He was pleased, and happy that he'd done it for her, even if
she had been asleep.  He still thought of that moment often, of how good
she tasted, and how much he loved her.  He knew that this moment would
supersede it, though, this moment was intense, and incredible.  He just
hoped, again, that he didn't have cause later to regret it.



   --==+==-

   She felt like hours had gone by.  She just floated on a placid sea of
pleasure.  This was too cool, she thought, too cool.  And it's only
started.

   He finally took a breather, and she sat forward on the couch.  He slowly
stood, and looked down at her.  She smiled, and he smiled gently back.

   "Daddy," she said.  "Take off your pants and sit down."

   He gave her a weak smile, at that.

   "Once again, you're sure?" he asked.  She nodded.  "Damn sure."

   He slowly slid his pants down his legs, and kicked them off.  He stood
before her in his briefs.  She smiled encouragingly, and nodded at him.  He
slowly slid his briefs down, and his hard cock flopped free.

   Ha-ha, she thought, at last.  You are mine.  You are all mine.  She
slowly slid off the couch, and settled onto her knees on the floor in front
of him.  Remember this moment, she told herself, remember this moment
forever.  Rarely in a person's life does a moment like this come, where you
get something you wanted so badly.  Remember this.

   He sat back, a helpless look on his face.  He was wrestling with his
conscience, majorly, at the moment.  This is what he wanted, more than
anything, but he didn't feel like it was right.  And he hoped, more than
anything he hoped it didn't negatively affect the loving relationship he
seemed to have with her.  He hoped she was right, that it would just make
it stronger.  I am a weak man, he thought.  When beautiful young ladies
press their charms in my face, I am a weak man.

   He felt her touch him.  She took his hard cock in her hands, and pulled
it down slightly.  She was content just to play, for a while, and she ran
her hands up and down it, and cupped the hard cap in her palms.  He felt
her fingers on his balls, even.  She finally jacked him some, and it felt
good.

   He knew she loved his cock.  Most women did.  He knew he had an unfair
advantage over most men, harboring something like that in his pants.  Most
women fell all over themselves, after seeing his cock.  He knew Sparrow
loved it as much as she loved him.  He accepted that.  He knew he had a
nice cock.  Not just in size, it was well-formed, and aesthetically
pleasing, for a cock.  He'd known since he was a young man it was a nice
one.  It had gotten him a lot, over the years.

   Sparrow was finally ready.  This is the moment, she thought.  She held
his cock up, and carefully licked the end of it.  Some slippery stuff had
come out of it, and she tasted it, although it didn't seem to have any
taste.  She opened her mouth, and sucked his cock into it.

   Oh, she thought, that feels good.  His cock felt huge in her mouth.  She
cushioned it on her tongue, feeling the cap run along the ridges on the
roof of her mouth.  Damn, it felt sexy.  she swallowed it as deep as she
could, almost gagging, but it felt good.  She cupped his balls in her hand,
and sucked.

   She sucked hard.  She was good, he thought.  He'd had a thousand blow
jobs over the years, women, after seeing his cock, couldn't seem to wait to
get it into their mouths.  He'd had a lot of them, but never one as good as
this one.  He knew most of it was just because of who she was, his
daughter. He knew she was young and inexperienced, but still, it was a
special one.  It was the one he wanted to remember the most, out of all of
them.

   Sparrow knew that this wasn't the first cock she'd sucked, Brad's, the
other day had actually been her first.  But she figured her dad wouldn't
know.  She wasn't that good at it, yet.  But she knew that even a bad BJ is
pretty good.  She didn't worry.  She knew he was having a good time.  And
he was.

   She just went on and on.  He could hold it forever, he'd gotten good at
that, over the years.  And he wasn't sure, yet, if he wanted to cum in his
daughter's mouth.  What the fuck's the difference, though, he thought.  As
far as I've gone now, what does it matter?

   He finally decided to wind it up, and he touched her on the shoulder. 
She opened her eyes and looked at him.  "I'm gonna cum if you don't stop,
darlin'," he said, and she nodded at him.  She showed no inclination to
stop, so he thought, what the hell.

   He felt his prostate clench, and a few seconds later his orgasm began.
Damn, he thought, damn.  This was a special one.  Just because of who it
was?  Was that all it took?  He was suddenly wracked with guilt.  I'm
cumming in my daughter's mouth, he thought.  Shit.  I'm cumming in my own
dear daughter's mouth.  He tried to console himself with the knowledge that
that's what she'd wanted, but he still felt guilty.

   Finally, she could feel his hard dick becoming soft again.  She licked
to the end one last time, cleaning all the sperm off it.  She'd enjoyed to
no end when his sperm flow had started, she'd swallowed and swallowed,
gulping it down.  Even better than Brad's, she thought.  Even better.  More
of it, too.

   "Darling, sit up here." he said, and she rose, and sat beside him.  She
wiped her chin off, feeling a few drops of something on it.

   "Darling..." he said.  She could tell he was upset.  "Darling, I'm
sorry. I shouldn't have done that.  I shouldn't have let that happen...  I
was just so horny for you...  please forgive the weaknesses of a sad old
man..."

   "Daddy," she needed to nip this in the bud, she thought.  "Daddy, don't
start.  Don't feel bad.  What's done is done, and it was beautiful.  I
loved it.  Don't feel bad about making me so happy, okay?  We gave
something to each other, and it was beautiful.  Think how rarely fathers
and daughters share what we have, today.  Don't cheapen it with regret,
okay?"

   He stared at her.  Finally his gaze dropped, and he put his arms around
her and hugged her.

   "Daddy," she said.  "You never sucked on my titties.  Suck on my
titties, please."



   --==+==-

   Later that night she talked him into taking a shower with her.  She
didn't have to talk too hard.  They crowded into the tub, and let the hot
water beat down on their bodies.  It felt good, and she stood there, and
let him hold her.  She felt his hard cock pressing into her pubic area, and
she widened her legs and trapped it between them.  She moved back and
forth, jacking him off, and he sighed in pleasure.  His hands dropped to
her ass, and he squeezed and kneaded her.  He finally slid a finger to her
asshole, and rubbed and played.  She loved it.  "Daddy," she whispered,
"stick in it.  Stick it in me."

   He slid his wet finger into her body, pushing against her sphincter.  He
began to move it in and out, and she sighed with pleasure.  That's probably
not as good as actually getting fucked, she thought, but it's pretty damn
good.  My dad is finger-fucking my asshole, she thought, turning herself on
even more.  My fucking dad is finger fucking my fucking asshole.  How
fucking sexy is that?

   His body gave a jerk, and the shower filled with the odor of fresh
semen. He grinned at her, and she giggled back.  I get something too, she
thought.  Now I need to have a cum.  You had yours, now I get mine.  He
dropped to his knees before her.



   --==+==-

   He slept with her, that night, and every night after.  They were both
naked, of course, and she stayed awake and held his penis as he slept.  She
jacked it a few times, and it would get hard, and then go back down,
amusing her.  She finally slept.



   --==+==-

   She was afraid he would be wracked with guilt again, in the morning.  He
did pretty good, though, and they had a nice nude breakfast.  How, she
asked herself, how can we live like this, and he not fuck me, pretty
quickly.  She didn't see much fear, now, in actually having to wait three
years.  Together, she thought, we seem like an old married couple, this
quick.  We are comfortable together, even like this.

   They sat on the couch, and she lay down and put her head in his lap. 
His dick, as it was most of the time, was about half hard, and she finally
placed it on her mouth, and sucked the bottom of it.  He just looked down
at her and shook his head.  She was one dick-crazy little girl, he thought.
She laughed up at him.

   She knew this was going to be a great summer.  She'd barely been here a
week, and look where they were, already.  She figured that before the
summer was over, his resistance would crumble.  and she'd get fucked by
him, proper.  She knew she was blowing his mind, now, and she would just
blow it a little further, before this was over.  And maybe Brad, she mused.
Maybe after Daddy does me, after he pops my cherry, I'll give Brad a try.
The summer was shaping up nicely.  She was happy.  She was pretty goddammed
happy, all it all.




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