Title: A Teen Caught
Author: Eliston X. Gaulfre Rewdius@gmail.com
Codes: Mg MF
Keywords: Cons, Rom, Pett, Oral, Pedo, Piv, Teen, Inc, Preg
Summary: Of all the people in the world I thought my fourteen year old
daughter could be trusted the most. She understood the concept of being
responsible for her own actions, and we came to an understanding when
she was nine that we'd always be honest with each other, even if it
hurt. When a friend of mine handed me a memory stick and told me to
take a look I thought he wanted me to help him with a project at work.
What I saw on that small electronic storage device after I got home
changed my life forever.
Copyright: 2011
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Preface:
This document contains contextual information of an adult nature.
Sensitive and/or non-adult individuals should delete this document
immediately.
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prosecution. You are hereby warned to conduct yourself according to
your local standards regarding the reading of adult erotic material.
The following is a literary work of adult erotic fiction and is laced
with tremendously immoral and strongly perverse sexual activities
between an adult man and an underage girl. If you are the least
offended by physical contact of a sexual nature between an adult man and
young female children, then delete this file and be on your way. There
will be no pity taken on, or comments accepted from anyone who does not
heed this warning.
None of the events described herein ever took place nor were influenced
by the descriptions or deeds by any human being. Everything in this
fantasy was the creation of a single person's mind, where nobody was
touched, fondled, coaxed, or coerced into any sexual situation.
Enjoy this wicked reverie at your own risk, and do not be surprised if
you find yourself aroused.
Eliston X. Gaulfre
Rewdius@gmail.com
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The sound of the front door closing hard was my cue to gather my
strength, resolve to stick to my original plan, and wait until the
perfect moment to break the news to my little girl.
"Daddy ... I'm home from school!"
The high-pitched and happy voice of my fourteen year old daughter
normally filled my heart with tremendous joy and a kind of fatherly
pride that gave me the strength and courage to tackle any problem that
came up with the tenacity of a lion. That strange Friday afternoon was
far from normal for me, and her voice seemed to pierce my heart and
drive a steel rod through my chest straight to the chair I'd been
sitting in. I couldn't very well ignore her, so I did my best to allay
my fears and call down to her as I had for years.
"Hi, Kitten! Have a good day at school?"
"Yeah!"
Our through-the-house conversation didn't last long, and I knew she'd be
bounding up the stairs once she'd had a drink of juice or tea. The
sound of her feet as they danced up the stairs in my direction actually
made me smile, the image in my head of her small shoes flying in a mad
blur amazing to the point of visual impossibility. How she kept from
tripping I'd never understand.
As she had for years Tracy flew into my work room through the open door
and raced straight for me, her arms outstretched, her eyes bright and
clear, and a huge smile all over her angelic face. The instant I felt
the strong grip of her hug and the silky caress on my cheek from her
lips I imagined something other than her chaste and innocent embrace and
labial greeting that she'd offered to me for such a long time.
After a kiss on the cheek she pulled back and looked at me as if nothing
in the world could be wrong.
"How's the best daddy in the whole world?"
It took almost all my strength for me to look at her mouth and smile at
her without thinking things that fathers weren't supposed to, the image
of her full bee-stung and cherry-tinted lips drawing my attention and
the smell of her delicate perfume stealing my courage. All I could do
was whisper an acknowledgment of her developing beauty and charms.
"You're so beautiful, Tracy."
"Daddy!"
For her to grin at me and blush might have been a clue that she wasn't
nearly as innocent as I'd always suspected, but there was no need for me
to ruin my surprise. I ripped my gaze from her mouth and then looked as
deeply into her icy-blue eyes as I ever had before. For almost ten
seconds we stared into each other's gaze and didn't move, our silent
conversation something that was helping me to prepare for what was about
to happen.
She wasn't the little girl that I'd tickled on my lap from so many years
before. Tracy was now a woman, in demeanor, attitude, and body. She
might not have been granted adult status by the greater majority of
society or the law, but in every way I could think of my daughter was a
complete and fully-featured woman. It was what I'd recently learned
that brought that awareness into unhindered focus, and it was time for
me to confirm what I knew with that delicate creature. The fact that I
chose to do so by ourselves should forever preserve her opinion of me
and the special relationship that we'd developed, her mother a truly
impressive force to be reckoned with if she's been provoked. What I
knew *would* stir her mother into a blind rage that might destroy our
family if she found out.
"What's wrong, Daddy?"
"I guess I've only recently realized just how incredibly beautiful my
little girl ... excuse me, my darling young woman of a daughter truly
is, and it's about time I shared that with you."
She beamed at me and then lunged forward, wrapped her arms even more
completely around my body, tucking her face tight to mine with our right
cheeks pressed together, and our mouths close to each other's right
ears.
"Thanks, Daddy. I was hoping that you'd noticed I wasn't just a little
girl anymore."
In barely a whisper and while holding her to the right side of my chest
I confirmed what she was hinting.
"I've noticed, Kitten."
Our hug didn't last very long, but long enough for me to draw in a new
aroma wafting up from her body that proved she wasn't interested in
paper dolls or coloring books any longer. From beyond the delicate
flavor of her body wash and perfume I was able to detect a much more
mature and far less innocent nasal sensation, and my awareness of her as
an adult was even more enhanced than when I was sitting in front of my
computer monitor.
Rather than feel the normal fatherly protection I'd always offered my
daughter I felt a surge of lust wash through me and couldn't stop my
body from pouring forth huge doses of male hormones. My cock grew rock
hard in a few seconds, my heart began to hammer wildly in my chest, and
my body temperature went up about five degrees in less than a minute.
Tracy seemed to accept the effect she was having on me far more
graciously than I might have expected, because rather than be coy and
pull away she twisted around while holding me snugly and nestled her
soft round ass onto my lap sideways over the arm of my comfy desk chair.
For her to squirm her butt a couple of times and improve her position
until we were nearly coupling through our clothes made me that much more
aroused, because I could almost feel her pushing down onto my cock with
open abandon. It's what she whispered into my face once she stopped
moving that dashed that idea and forced me back into my paternal role.
"Daddy ... remember when I asked if I could have some friends over this
weekend 'cause Mommy's gonna be gone until Sunday?"
"I remember, Kitten."
"Then ... have you thought about it like you promised you would?"
"Yes, I have."
Her tone changed into the one I recognized as Tracy's manipulative one.
She'd learned how to work her Daddy over for lots of things since she
was about nine, her slowly improved craft honed to perfection until I
was little more than her play toy when she knew she could crumble my
resistance to her whims.
"Daddy?"
Acting far more affectionate and loving than I had in quite a while I
nuzzled my mouth into her neck and placed a few innocent kisses onto her
soft warm flesh.
"Yes, Kitten?"
"Can I?"
I whispered as softly as I could and practically breathed into her soft
elfin curl until I felt her shiver.
"On one condition."
"Yeah?"
"We need to have just a short chat first, okay?"
"Kay. Right now?"
"No, Kitten. You go ahead and change out of your school clothes and
into something more comfy. When you want me to join you in your room
just call me and I'll come to you."
She must have believed I'd offer one of my mild and toothless lectures
about her not staying up too late or playing her music too loud while
her friends were spending the night, but those days were over and the
chat we were going to have was going to rock her world.
"Kay. Thanks, Daddy!"
"You're welcome, Kitten. Just remember to wear something that isn't too
revealing, 'cause your old Daddy might have a heart attack if you and
your girlfriends are gonna run around the house in skimpy panties or
nothing at all like you tried that one time."
I got a gentle smack along the outside of my left arm and a timid
rebuke, her giggling retort cute, but not harsh.
"Daddy! You're not supposed to be looking!"
"You're not a little girl anymore, remember? Daddies are men too, so
just be a bit more conservative when you're running around outside of
your bedroom, okay?"
"Well ... as long as you don't perv all over my friends and don't say
anything to Mom, then I guess I won't be too mean and tease you too
much. After all, I know how much all you old men just *love* to lust
over little girls now-a-days."
She was verbally jousting with me and I liked it, but I wasn't going to
let her have the upper hand, so I launched into her tummy and sides with
both sets of my wiggling fingers and turned her into that same squealing
little princess who couldn't resist my determined attacks.
"Tee-hee-hee-hee! STOP! Tee-hee-ha-ha-ha! NOOO!!! Tee-hee-hee! NO
FAIR, DADDY!!!"
Her position on my lap and the grip I had around her body was perfect,
the same sort of loving abuse I'd provided my little playmate from the
time she was a baby and hadn't stopped until she was starting to grow
into a young woman at twelve. Her squeals, wiggles, gyrations, and
pitiful calls only fueled my ambition that much more, my knowledge of
her most ticklish spots affording me an advantage that she hated and
loved at the same time.
"Tee-hee-hee-hee! STOP, Daddy! I gotta pee!!!!"
Those last three words were her 'safe' words, and I immediately removed
my digits, hoisted her to vertical, and gently pushed her toward the
open door of my work room. In her wild dash out of the room I saw her
short skirt pulled all the way to her hips and caught a wide-eyed view
of her tiny panties, barely enough to be called a swatch of fabric with
a few pieces of thread around her hips and rising from between her full
and delicious pert ass.
What a sight! It also confirmed that Tracy wasn't the little girl
wearing Disney or Care-Bear panties anymore. Even before I heard the
hall bathroom door close I gripped my cock through my jeans and began to
fist it, as if I could emulate the sensation of her silken skin around
the end of my dick. How quickly I'd altered my perception of my little
girl and thought of her as a woman who was available for the taking.
It took a few minutes and a quick trip to my private bathroom, but once
I'd taken care of my business and Tracy had done her best to leave me
wondering if she was already familiar in the self-love-arts I returned
to my desk and tried to reformulate my plans.
There were times when I wished I could have counted on my older
brother's advice and counsel, because his knowledge and experience with
an older teen might have helped me at such a difficult time. But his
daughter and my young niece, just as lovely and sexy as my Tracy, had a
falling out when she was just sixteen that tore his family apart. Soon
after his wife divorced him and took their daughter away, and after the
dust settled I was an outsider to both sides of their family.
I might have wanted to call him and ask for his sage opinions and many
years of experience, but his track record wasn't that solid, and I had
no desire to risk my relationship with my *own* daughter if I repeated
what he'd done to jeopardize the calm and tranquil nature of an affinity
that might be at the precipice of failure. I felt as alone as a man in
the middle of a vast desert with nothing but miles of featureless sand
all the way to the horizon in every direction.
As soon as I heard her bedroom door close I knew she was going to change
and hopefully call me to come to her room so we could have our chat. I
didn't have to wait very long before I heard her cute voice calling from
behind her closed door.
"Okay, Dahh-Deee!!!"
I gathered the small collection of 4" x 5" images I'd printed that
afternoon while she was in school, tucked them into one of my back
pockets, rubbed my cock a few times, straightened my jeans, and then
looked down my body to make sure my cock either could or could not be
seen. There was a distinct bulge, but it wasn't so impressive or
intimidating that my daughter might chastise me for it, so I dusted my
clothes off and walked toward her room.
TAP, TAP, TAP.
"Come in, Daddy."
We'd always shared the belief that privacy was paramount, and hers was
absolute. Ever since she was nine and starting to notice the difference
between girls and boys I allowed her to determine when I was allowed
into her room or not, or if I was permitted to see her in panties or
nothing at all. She let me take a few looks at her in the nude every
once in a while, most likely because she liked the idea that she could
tease a man and get away with it, and I certainly didn't mind the brief
views of her developing body, but I never took advantage of her because
I was her own loving Daddy. That was going to change, though.
I turned the door knob as if it might shatter with the lightest touch,
pushed only hard enough to tease a thin piece of tissue away from where
it might be hanging, and peeked through a small crack in the doorway
until I saw her lying on her bed face up and holding a teen magazine in
front of her face. She might have intended for me to feel intimidated
by the view up her short jean skirt or the crop-top t-shirt she'd
carelessly put on, but after what I'd learned that day I openly stared
at her tiny panties peeking out from between her full thighs and began
to truly appreciate the developing fullness of her small "A"-cup breasts
as they hid beneath her abbreviated top. Her naughty demeanor might
have been an attempt to frighten me and force me to curtail my chat, but
I was undaunted and just pushed my way through.
Rather than change my mind, pull the door shut with my feet still in the
hallway, and go hide in my den I walked into her room, closed the door
behind me, and then made my way toward her bed. For me to sit near her
bare feet and stare up her legs at her sexy pantied-pussy wasn't what
she might have anticipated, but she was going to play her role to the
best of her abilities until she forced me to knuckle under and go
scurrying away like the scared Daddy she'd grown to control. She hid
behind her magazine and kept her face obscured, and that gave me a
chance to openly ogle her sexy development.
Maybe it was her carelessness at wiping her vulva and vagina after she
went pee, or possibly my having tickled her too much while she was
nestled on my lap in my room, but as I openly looked between her thighs
I was able to discern a little damp spot in her panties. It wasn't huge
or made her panties so wet they might be uncomfortable, but the spot was
there nonetheless, and I could see it perfectly.
As I'd practiced in my work room before Tracy got home I smiled and then
began my routine.
"Sooo ... it looks as if my little girl ... sorry ... my young woman
daughter is beginning to be noticed."
My comment was vague enough to mean anything, but it was the best way to
start my attack in the right direction. From behind the magazine Tracy
spoke as if nothing could possibly be wrong in the world.
"Why do you say that, Daddy?"
"Because a few people have commented on my daughter and made me think of
her as quite a special young woman."
She must have believed my explanations to be about her recent school
grades and one particularly high score for a writing competition.
"It's no big deal. I'm no different than any other girl in school."
"On the contrary. You've received some truly memorable personal praise
that's got quite a few people talking about you, and they even took the
time to let me know that they've noticed you too, Tracy."
Still hiding behind her magazine and with me looking right at her
panties she was curious about her unknown admiration society.
"Who's been talking about me?"
"Well ... some of the people in my office ... and specifically one of
my co-workers who has a daughter your age in school."
She tried to play it cool and brush off who'd been taking note of her
recent accomplishments, but I knew better.
"I guess some of the other girls in school don't like to have lots of
competition, do they?"
"No they don't. To be honest, Tracy, you've truly gotten lots of people
talking and are quite the little celebrity. If I didn't know any better
you're trying to make a name for yourself."
"Well ... I didn't want to say anything to you or Mom, but I've been
thinking about my future, and I think it's time I started to consider
what I was going to do with my life after school."
"That's my girl. I knew you had a clear head on your shoulders and was
only thinking about how you were going to succeed later on. I just hope
you don't get distracted by any ... well ... you know ... stuff."
Still hiding behind her periodical she needed clarification. I didn't
care in the least and kept staring at her pussy and the snug cleft that
had formed in the crotch of her panties when she lay down.
"What kind of stuff, Daddy?"
"Well ... you know ... boys."
"Boys? Gosh ... why would *they* be a distraction? You know how I
feel about boys, Daddy."
Oh, I knew alright, and I'd recently found out something that meant boys
weren't the least of my concerns.
"I know, Kitten. It's just that I don't want you to lose sight of your
goals now that you're starting to grow into a real woman, because only
foolish little girls let boys ruin their chances at a nice future, don't
they?"
"Yes they do! I remember the talk we had a long time ago about the
consequences of my actions if I was to ruin my life with some dumb boy,
so I've been a good girl and stayed away from those dumb boys in
school."
She'd certainly stayed away from the boys in school. She was about to
see why I knew that to be true soon enough.
In order to seal the deal and thrust my tactic home I added just enough
to my chat to force Tracy to either lie to me or confirm what I knew.
"If your Mom ever found out that you'd let a boy ruin your future she'd
probably lock you in a convent and throw away the key, wouldn't she?"
"Yeah. Poor Mom would freak if she knew I'd ... if I let some stupid
guy ... boy in school do something ... ruin my future."
The truth was in there and she was doing a good job of keeping it under
wraps even as she was telling me just enough to not lie.
In order to make it easier I changed my tactic slightly and got quiet.
Tracy didn't notice right away, but when she realized I wasn't saying
anything she peeked over the top edge of the magazine and saw me staring
down toward her legs. She might not have noticed exactly where I was
staring, because she lifted the upper edge of her magazine back into
place, hid her eyes, and the softly asked why I'd stopped talking.
"What's wrong, Daddy? Why'd you get quiet? Are you scared I might have
done something silly with some dumb boy?"
"Not at all, Kitten. I know you too well to worry about that."
The irony was killing me, but I had to stay the course.
"Then ... what's wrong, Daddy?"
While gently caressing her right foot as if I was trying to give her a
foot massage, something she just *adored* I do, I lowered my voice and
kept looking right at her pantied-pud. It might have seemed strange to
her for me to change subjects and my focus, but it was all part of my
plan, and the results would be truly stupendous when they were revealed.
"Please don't tell your Mother, Tracy, but ... I've been ... well,
I've been spending some time on the internet recently, and ... "
She peeked over the periodical more earnestly for a moment, must have
grinned behind it because I saw her eyes squint, and she then whispered.
"Do I have a naughty Daddy 'cause he's looking at naked girls?"
I immediately blushed even though I expected her to ask that sort of
question. Strangely it wasn't a surprise, nor was she wrong, but it was
the way she asked and the lilting tone she'd used that made my deed
sound that much more wicked. The fact that she chose to use the word
'girls' rather than 'women' seemed strange, but quite appropriate. I'm
not sure she realized the distinction, but it was going to be that much
better once I revealed all.
"Are you mad at me, Kitten ... for looking?"
I was hoping she'd realize I was talking about her panties, but settled
on what she was thinking about.
"Of *course* not, Daddy. I know you're a normal man, just like all the
other men in the world. I'm not upset at all. In fact, I'm glad you're
looking, 'cause it means that you're not all super frustrated because of
what you and Mom ... "
She stopped her train of thought in mid-sentence and drew her magazine
back into place, probably hoping I might have missed what she knew about
me and my wife's lack of sexual interest in each other over the last few
years.
Since she wasn't offended by her own father ogling other 'girls' on the
internet I knew to play into her beliefs and tried to work my way that
much more deeply into her heart. I was hoping she'd take pity on her
poor old Dad and grant him some opportunities for a few favors now and
again by letting me see what she was growing into. Taking her foot more
completely into my hand I began to gently work my thumb around under the
ball of her foot and slowly massaged in a series of small circles while
gently pushing up so she'd lift her leg a little bit.
"Mmmmmmm! I've been needing a nice foot massage, Daddy. Would you mind
giving me one while we keep talking?"
"Not at all, Kitten. You don't mind if I do this while we chat? I
don't want to distract you too much and make you go to sleep."
"Mmmmmm ... I couldn't *possibly* go to sleep while you're doing that."
I was able to shift her foot back about six inches which brought her
knee up slightly and then out so her thighs came apart more completely.
Without her realizing it I'd just exposed more of her panties to my
gaze, but she probably hadn't considered my wanting to stare at her tiny
panties. After all, I was her Daddy, and I'd never taken advantage of
her before.
The longer I worked on her foot the more fully she relaxed, cocking her
leg out and granting me an ever-increasing view of her twat until I saw
the two elastic straps that drew down the front of her vulva. There was
barely enough material there to cover her slit much less her whole labia
majora, and I reveled in the appearance of a young woman who was brave
enough to wear something so deliciously wicked. For her to display
herself to me unconsciously wasn't something I'd ever considered before,
but I was able to consider it after what I'd seen that day.
Tracy might have been enjoying the massage, but she was still the clever
young woman hoping to gain a favorable position to use against me. That
was proved when she spoke next.
"Mom would totally freak if she ever found out you were looking at naked
girls on the internet, wouldn't she, Daddy?"
"Oh, yeah! I guess that's why she's so strict with you about not taking
any rude pictures while you're prancing around in your panties or tiny
bikini, huh?"
"Daddy! I've never ... let boys ... take pictures of me in my tiny
swimsuits."
The truth was beginning to peek out in little snippets, and my darling
daughter was just creative enough to keep sharing just enough of the
facts to keep from incriminating herself.
"I know you haven't, Kitten. But since you're beginning to grow into
such a beautiful young woman your mother should lighten up just a little
and not be so strict about you showing off, don't you think?"
"Then ... you wouldn't mind if I let somebody ... a guy take pictures
of me wearing sexy stuff, Daddy?"
"Not at all, Kitten. I know you'll use good judgment when the time
comes. Besides, your Mom and I can't very well lock you up in your room
and keep you from growing up, now can we?"
"I'm glad you see things my way, Daddy."
"Who do you think's been pulling some strings to grant you some more
freedom around the house and with your friends, Kitten? It certainly
isn't your super-conservative mother, that's for sure!"
"Yeah. I guess I kinda forget sometimes that you're always helping me
have fun where Mom's always worried about me doing dumb stuff."
"I remember the talks we've had since you were about nine about your
being responsible and accountable for your actions, Tracy. I've never
had a reason to not trust you, and up until today I haven't had the
slightest evidence that I should change that belief."
It was my turn to let a little of the truth slip out, since my ability
to trust my own fourteen year old daughter went right out the window
when I sat back in awe and looked at a whole collection of images on a
small electronic memory stick that changed the way I thought about her.
"You've been the model daughter for years, and I'm not about to ruin any
relationship we've had by sneaking around trying to spy on you just to
see what you're up to. You're not a little girl anymore, Tracy, and
I've begun to realize that."
Saying those last few words while looking right at her pussy and the
small wet spot on her panties couldn't have been more true. My very own
fourteen year old daughter was very much a woman, even if she wasn't old
enough to vote, drive, or drink yet.
"Besides, if I didn't trust you I wouldn't have let you have that bash a
few months ago while your mother was away visiting her relatives, would
I?"
"And I'm glad you *do* trust me, Daddy, 'cause that was one Hehh ...
heck of a nice party, and I'm not gonna forget it."
Some of her girlfriends certainly teased me enough at that party to
tempt me, but I'd remained the steadfast and decent parent the whole
time. Had I known then what I knew while staring at my little girl's
tiny panties and that darling patch of Heaven fractions of an inch
beyond I might have let a few of Tracy's sexy underage visitors do more
than rub their little tits and plump round asses up against me.
"So ... have you considered what kind of career you're gonna be working
on now that your high school term starts this next year?"
"Kinda ... but I still have lots of time to think about that."
"Are you still thinking about going to Hollywood and being an actress or
a model? You know I think you're absolutely gorgeous and far more
beautiful than most girls I've ever seen."
Rather than be timid and temper my verbal interplay with my own daughter
I started to grow bolder and knew to treat her as an adult. Her
reaction to my admission was to draw the top edge of the magazine down,
look up at me, and whisper. Her grin was so profuse I saw her cheeks
puff up and push her eyes tightly closed.
"Come on, Daddy. You know I'm not *that* pretty."
"On the contrary, My Dear. I think you're the hottest little minx I've
ever seen, and coming from your own Daddy that's supposed to mean
something."
Tracy's reaction was carried out as if scripted by the best Hollywood
director, because she lifted the magazine back into place and spoke in a
mocking tone as if she truly might be uneasy about the way I was
speaking to and about her.
"Stop it, Daddy! You're embarrassing me! You're just saying that
'cause I'm your daughter."
Maybe, but she also knew I was dead right.
"Yeah, I guess I do have a little bias in that regard, but I still think
you're a lot prettier than all of your other friends. I just wonder
what your Mom would think about you doing lots of modeling work in the
fashion industry. Some of that stuff involves lingerie, and a lot more
of the real high-paying stuff would require you to be completely naked.
I'm not sure about your friends, but your Mom would have kittens if she
ever saw a photo of you totally naked."
Tracy's blush was so intense I could see a small portion of her skin
beyond her hairline from beyond the top edge of the magazine turn a deep
crimson. She waited for a few moments and when the time was right
decided to test the waters between us.
"And what about *you*, Daddy? What would *you* do if you ever saw a
picture of me in the nude?"
"Are you sure you want me to answer that, Kitten?"
Her tone softened, I could discern genuine interest in my response, and
I knew she was much more a woman than a little girl at that moment.
"Please, Daddy?"
Still massaging her foot and applying constant pressure against her leg
so her knee was cocked almost all the way out I saw the small wet spot
begin to slowly get bigger. She was getting aroused although I didn't
know exactly why.
"Well ... I hope this doesn't offend you, Kitten, but ... to be honest
I *am* just a guy, and I'd actually love to stare at pictures of you in
lingerie and even if you weren't wearing anything at all. I know that
might sound really crude and disgusting, but you're a beautiful young
woman, Tracy, and I'd be lying if I couldn't admit that, especially to
you."
"Thank you, Daddy."
For her to respond so quickly and in that manner did take me a little by
surprise, but it confirmed that she was hoping to prepare me for her
willingness to strip herself naked and get caught being photographed.
She most likely knew I'd eventually find a photo of her some time in her
future, and she might have been setting the situation up so I couldn't
back down when the truth finally came out.
"To be honest, Kitten, I might be a tiny bit jealous to think of all the
guys in the world who were staring at your beautiful body if you were
ever foolish enough to let a guy post your images to the internet, but I
can't very well lock you up like some Neanderthal, now can I?"
"No, you can't, and I'm glad you understand that I'm gonna find my way
in the world some day, even if I might do stuff that you and Mom may not
always agree with."
"I know you're gonna try things, Kitten. That's called growing up, and
I need to give you the kind of freedom for you to make a few mistakes
now and again. Otherwise you wouldn't be able to learn anything."
"Thank you again, Daddy. I know we've always understood each other
about me, and boys, and ... and sex and stuff, but it still makes me
feel so much better when I hear you actually tell me like this. It
makes all the doubts go away and I'm filled with a kind of warmth that
is like a big warm blanket."
Either a blanket, or a damp pair of incredibly tiny and sexy panties.
Still softly massaging her foot and staring at her panties I felt a wave
of heat billow up in my body. It was time, and I needed to prepare
myself for what my fourteen year old daughter might do when I revealed a
lot more than she might think I knew about her.
"Besides ... if I'm gonna expect you to grow up and learn about life I
can't very well be intimidated by some stupid photograph of you in the
nude. That's just a picture, and pictures can't hurt you, can they?"
"No they can't!"
"I'm glad you feel that way, Tracy. When you were a little girl I took
lots of instant print photos of you playing or having fun with nothing
on. People might think I was perving out on you as a little girl and
wouldn't understand that I could love my own darling daughter in a
special way and not hurt her if I wanted to see what she looked like or
remember a special time when she had fun. You wouldn't be angry about
my taking photos of you without any clothes on as an underage girl,
would you, Kitten?"
"Of course not, Daddy! All daddies take pictures of their little girls
like that. It's a special kind of relationship they have, and it's
nobody's business what they do together. As long as the girl isn't hurt
and she doesn't mind, then what's the big deal?"
"Thanks, Kitten. I'm glad you're not upset with me to wanting to do
that. There are a lot of people in the world today who believe that a
father and daughter can't have special moments like that, or that a
father would want to keep pictures of his own lovely little girl when
she was romping around with nothing on. For me to keep photos of you
without any clothes on isn't bad at all, because I love you very much
and I'd never hurt you. Even if I was to have sexual thoughts about you
while I stared at my private photos there's nothing wrong with that,
'cause all I'm doing is looking at a photo, right?"
"That's right, Daddy. They're just photos."
Perfect! It was time.
While I kept massaging her foot with one hand and staring at her panties
I reached around my back, retrieved the first print I'd made, and then
slipped it over the top edge of her magazine. She didn't even flinch
when she saw it.
"Awwwww! That's cute, Daddy!"
It was a color ink jet copy of an instant print photo I'd taken of Tracy
when she was three. She was squatting over the sprinkler in the back
yard wearing a pair of bright white panties that were almost totally
transparent because of the effect from the water. Every feature of her
small pud could clearly be seen, and there was a smile on her precious
face as if she was having a wonderful time. I knew the sensation of the
water as it pressed up into her developing pussy must have been fabulous
to the preschooler, which is why I let her keep playing in the backyard
that day when her Mom wasn't home. I might have been bold enough to
take a photo of her and watch her explore her own sexuality at such a
young age, but I knew to keep from going any further than looking and
thinking about her.
The next printed image I tucked over the edge of her magazine confirmed
that I let Tracy dictate what she wore that same day. The fact that she
wanted to sport a nudie while playing in the sprinkler really didn't
bother me at the time, so taking a photo of her like that was just cute.
"Gaaahhhh, Daddy! I was into stripping when I was a baby, huh?"
Her bright pink and bald pussy was glistening in the sunlight from the
amount of cool water as it sprayed up between her chubby thighs. For my
daughter to act so casual about my having a photograph of her in the
nude at that age was the perfect setup, so I withdrew the next one and
let her see it.
"Awwwwww! I don't remember having a pair of Cinderella panties!"
The image was an almost tip-to-toe image of my six year old little girl
standing in front of the TV wearing nothing more than her bright pink
and brand new panties, sporting a pair of her mother's nice high heels,
wearing a huge floppy hat that her mom had gotten at some fancy
boutique, and her lips painted with some lipstick that she snuck out of
my wife's bathroom drawer. Before Tracy could say anything else I
offered the next image.
"WOW! I remember the day you let me play with Mommy's makeup stuff,
Daddy! That was so much fun!"
Sure, I let her use her Mom's lipstick, eyeliner, rouge, and even lots
of perfumed body powder. The fact that the photo revealed my little six
year old was completely naked and covered in a light layer of white
dust, whether or not she remembered having it all the way between her
chubby thighs, pert little ass-cheeks, and even between the plump
elegance of her fat pussy-lips, didn't seem to be terribly troubling to
the fourteen year old, so it was time for me to pull all the stops and
see what might happen. The fact that I was watching the small wet spot
on her tiny panties slowly get bigger and bigger and her hips curl under
as if she wanted to push up into something that belonged to a guy
confirmed that she was getting a lot more aroused. That's just the way
I wanted her to feel when I dropped the next bombshell.
The instant she saw the next image she sucked in a small gasp and then
she went completely silent. From beyond her teen rag I saw her forehead
go from bright pink to almost sheet white.
It was a high resolution color ink jet image of my sexy fourteen year
old daughter grinning wickedly toward the photographer. But it was what
she was wearing, or maybe what she *wasn't* wearing that got her
attention.
The only thing she had on were the very pair of tiny panties I'd been
staring at while giving her a foot massage and talking to her about her
actions and any consequences *to* those actions. Her "A"-cup breasts
were covered slightly by a nervous hand, but enough of her body was
still seen to confirm that she wasn't wearing a bra. Before she had a
chance to react I slipped the next image over the edge of the magazine.
Her gasp was loud enough to hear by anyone on the upper floor of the
house, if we'd had any company.
Any perception of innocence was lost, because her small breasts were
completely open to be appreciated and one of her deft manicured fingers
was tugging along the leg elastic of her small panties and displaying
one of her plump pussy lips. Her vagina or clitoris couldn't be seen in
that photo, but enough of her bald beauty could.
The moment I slipped the next one in place she whimpered.
"Nuuuhhh!"
In the photo her eyes were closed, mouth open slightly, her index finger
and the thumb of her left hand were tweaking her left nipple lewdly, and
her right middle finger was splitting her labial cleft, her panties
nowhere in sight. There was just enough wetness for the camera flash to
produce a nice glint around the naked and glabrous fullness of her
vagina, and a tear of arousal was dripping down her crack close to her
ass. I'm sure her sheet got wet moments after that image was taken.
Before she had a chance to do or say anything more I offered the next
one. All I got that time was a low and pitiful "No!"
Her left hand was cupping her left breast and tugging on it, and her
right middle finger was completely out of sight. The fact that her
other fingers were pressed hard into her luscious twat prevented her
from inserting her middle digit any further, and I ached to know how it
felt to slip one of my fingers that far into her tight underage body.
The next image told everything about my daughter's photographer that
day, his mature and erect cock half-enveloped within my lovely little
girl's mouth and a smile on her face that prevented her lips from
forming a perfect seal around his cock.
The next image proved that my little girl could teach my wife a thing or
two, because her nose was pressed hard into her lover's shaved pubic
mound, and all of his cock had magically disappeared inside her mouth.
Had the photographer and her older male lover been hung like a horse I
might have considered her deed impossible, but from just a single image
I knew her partner wasn't quite as 'abundant' as most guys would want to
strive toward.
My little girl must have been born a cum slut, because the next image
was of her open mouth accepting quite an impressive load of semen, and a
good portion of her face had a series of white streams of cum from her
eyebrows to her chin.
The next image was of her male lover pounding my fourteen year old
daughter like a whore, part of her body in the photograph blurred
because of what I imagined as rapid movement, an expression on her face
of absolute lust, and every inch of his cock tucked snugly inside her
bald pussy. She looked hot getting it hard and deep, and although I was
horrified at first I was incredibly aroused that my own little girl was
already sexually active and enjoyed being fucked.
I let her stare at that image for quite a while and remained silent, my
wish to let her begin her treatise of what had happened that day, but
then cut her off before she got too far. I was in no mood for
explanations, just a kind of acceptance that would satisfy my
requirements for years.
When I tucked the last image over the previous one she actually began to
softly cry.
My older brother's face was seen in that image as the two lovers were
kissing quite passionately, her head twisted around hard so he could
have access to her crimson lips. Her lovely countenance was still
sporting a few ropes of slowly congealing semen, and a good part of his
cock was tucked as far in her ass as he could get it. It was obvious
from her leg hoisted in the air that he fucked her from behind while
they were lying sideways on her bed, and the posters on her wall
confirmed that it was her bedroom rather than his.
I'd never suspected my older brother of having that sort of control over
my little girl, but the image she was staring at removed all doubt. I
started to wonder what had turned his daughter away from him and even
tore his family apart, because so little was said about their troubles,
but so much was hinted at. Could my own older sibling have tried to
make his own child a frequent visitor to his bed, or could he have tried
to force himself onto his child for years, only to be rejected when she
grew tired of his perverse needs? So many things rumbled around in my
head, and the only thing that I knew for certain was his ability to turn
my daughter into his wanton slut for at least one day.
The next four words out of her mouth as she softly wept seemed strange,
but I'd already developed a response.
"Are you mad, Daddy?"
"Well ... maybe a tiny bit, but not really *super* mad. I guess I'm a
little jealous or envious, maybe, but not really mad. You're old enough
to know what to do with your own body, and as I said before I'm not
about to lock you in your room for the rest of your life."
"You're ... you're not real mad, Daddy? Honest?"
I had to think about what she asked me a second time before I could
think clearly enough to respond. I didn't want to admit it, but my
lovely little girl truly seemed to enjoy being sexed, and she certainly
had a broad smile on her face after my older brother painted it with
stream after sticky stream of his seed and she kept sucking on and
licking his cock.
I might have preferred to keep it inside my head for a while longer, but
the truth was there for me to see, for me to understand about myself,
and for us to deal with.
"No, Baby ... I'm not mad."
"Why not?"
For her to ask me that *did* seem strange, but my response was probably
even stranger.
I stopped massaging her foot, gently pushed her calf away from where it
had been, and then tenderly applied pressure along the inside of her
other leg. She instinctively understood what I was telling her and
shifted her other leg further out which completely exposed her thighs
and panties to my lusting gaze. I probably could have come up with some
cute remark or intelligent reply, but silence seemed the better option.
Rather than force myself on my own daughter as I stared at her tiny
panties with a darkened wet spot under her vagina I waited for her to
put the pieces together and then make *me* an offer. I didn't have to
wait very long.
"Are you gonna tell Mommy, Daddy?"
I looked up into her eyes and responded with my own question.
"Do you think I should?"
She hesitated for a moment and then asked another question.
"Are you gonna tell Aunt Angie, Daddy?"
For Tracy to bring up Kyle's ex-wife's name and consider what the woman
might have said about her former husband having sex with his niece could
have implied my daughter knew more than I did, but I chose not to push
for information that I wasn't entitled to. Instead of bringing her aunt
into the scene I asked yet another impossible question.
"What do you think might happen, Kitten?"
She didn't answer that question either, but didn't look into my eyes.
Instead she kept looking at the images in front of her and let me look
at her sexy body.
"Where did you get these photos, Daddy?"
"Well, apparently your lover wasn't very smart and uploaded them to a
website so he could share his victory. I guess more than one person
around the world knows, but we won't be sure unless somebody else says
something. The only person that *I* know who's seen them is a very
decent man at my office. He recognized you from your junior high photo
I have on my desk, but he hasn't said anything to anyone else. I guess
he kinda wants to protect you, or something like that, because he's got
a daughter your age."
"Is he asking for anything, Daddy?"
"No, Baby. He's actually a very nice man. I trust him a lot more than
I do your Uncle Kyle."
She didn't say anything for a few moments, but when she finally spoke
her voice was quivering.
"I'm not gonna do that with Uncle Kyle anymore, Daddy."
"Really?"
"Uh huh."
She waited a moment and then asked another question.
"Can this be our secret, Daddy?"
My little girl wasn't a little girl any longer, and yet she wanted for
me to help her keep a special secret about my older brother and lovely
daughter that might tear *my* family apart. Maybe it was her knowledge
of what might happen to us if anyone learned about what the two lovers
had done, and maybe the potential destruction of our family bond that
had been so normal all these years. It was apparent she had a better
grasp of what my learning about their tryst could do, but the damage
that might ensue if her mother and what her friends might think and say
if they also became aware of that special and immoral union.
It was at that moment I understood the true potential of what my actions
could do to our future, even if my desires were affecting my thoughts.
"It could be. But what about what you like to do, Baby? If Uncle Kyle
isn't gonna be allowed to take care of your needs, what are you gonna do
so you don't go crazy? You *are* a very horny fourteen year old young
woman, aren't you, Kitten?"
"Uh huh."
For her to be open about it made me feel better, but my asking her about
her 'special needs' might turn her away from me if she wasn't ready to
be just as mature about it as I wanted her to be. I was shaking in my
jeans when I began to speak, but I had to ask.
"Then ... what are you gonna do to take care of that special need,
Baby?"
She remained quiet for a while and must have been thinking about the
consequences of her mother and friends finding out. The fact that I'd
let Tracy have a lot more freedoms might have granted me special
dispensation when it came to looking at her wearing a very revealing
pair of panties, but I hadn't anticipated getting more than a nice long
look.
"Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Can ... can *you* be my lover from now on?"
For a moment I was shocked, but then I liked the idea. Who else would
look out for her safety while taking advantage of such wanton lust? I
could help her tame the beast that was rumbling around inside her body,
I could teach her everything she needed to know about being safe and not
despoiling her sexual future, and I could share in her hunger without
trampling on the delicate beauty and innocence that I cherished.
There was only one way for me to answer, even if it might tear us apart.
"I don't know, Baby. For a father to have sex with his daughter ...
well, that's kinda dangerous, isn't it?"
"No more dangerous than an uncle having sex with his niece."
Perfect!
"Are you sure you wanna do that, Kitten? That's called incest, and your
Mother would cut both of us in half if she knew we were lovers, even if
we only did it once, or if we wanted to do it every chance we could be
alone for the rest of our lives."
"She isn't taking care of your needs and doesn't have to know, does she,
Daddy?"
"No ... I guess not."
"Then ... can we?"
"Do you want *me* to be your lover, Kitten, or are you just trying to
make a deal with me so I don't show your mother or anyone else these
pictures?"
She finally lowered the magazine, the photos, looked me right in the
eyes with tears streaking down her face, and responded with a nervous
quiver in her voice.
"Since we live in the same house we can do stuff as much as we want to,
Daddy, and nobody will ever find out. I kinda always wanted you to be
my special boyfriend ever since you used to give me your secret tickles
when I was a little girl, but I didn't know if you still wanted me like
that."
That was a surprising revelation, but not shocking. I always knew that
little girls fell in love with their daddies first, and there were times
when I suspected Tracy was looking at me more like an adoring slave than
just a daughter, but I let it pass. For her to admit it while looking
between the photos and my face was worth the wait, though, and I had no
misconception about what might happen if she still felt special about me
and us sharing some truly unique moments alone.
Even before I could say anything Tracy began to speak again.
"Ever since I turned nine you always stayed away from my bedroom or
didn't want me to run around the house without any clothes on, so I was
sure you didn't really love me like that no more. When Uncle Kyle
started to show me that *he* loved me and started to give me special
tickles and stuff I just said okay since you didn't want to. Are you
mad at me, Daddy?"
I leaned forward, almost crushed her with my body, wrapped my arms as
far around her neck as I could, and drew her body tight to mine for a
nice tight hug with her photos and magazine between us.
"How could I be mad at the sexiest little angel in the whole world?
It's *ME* I should be mad at for not giving you the kind of love you've
always craved, Baby. I'm sorry I didn't love you the way you wanted,
and I'll see about taking care of your needs from now on, okay?"
"Daddy?"
"Uh huh?"
"There's one thing that Uncle Kyle doesn't like to do, but I need it
really bad. Can you please try for me, Daddy ... please?"
Whispering right into her mouth I gently tickled her crimson lips.
"What does my sexy little girl need?"
She shifted her face to the side of mine and pressed her lips to my left
ear, whispering low enough that I could barely hear her, but breathing
into my skin so erotically I felt my whole body quiver.
"Lick me lots, Daddy."
I spent the next four hours with her full silken thighs tight to my
ears, her calves draped over my shoulder blades, and her heels drumming
my spine. Any reluctance my brother-in-law had to give my little girl
any oral pleasure was an oversight on his part, but not mine. I gave my
daughter an untold number of orgasms and kept her peaking until she
passed out, twice, I think.
She completely forgot about calling her friends to have a sleepover that
weekend, and I spent the rest of my time in her bedroom until my wife
called to let me know that she wanted a divorce. That's when my once
lovely bride finally dropped another bombshell that was the most
anticipated one in my life, her secret alliance with my own brother, the
very man who'd caused his daughter to rebel and hate him, the man who
encouraged his wife to want a divorce, and the man who fucked my little
girl's virginity away.
Tracy was so upset she screamed and began to pound on my chest as if I
was the one who'd ruined her life. Once she realized who she was
hitting and the kind of damage it might cause she threw her arms around
me and bawled while trying to apologize. She was apparently more angry
at her first lover for jilting her in favor of her own mother than she
might be at her own father for wanting to take her uncle's place.
All it took was a quick phone call to Kyle to hint that my formerly
virgin daughter was considering pressing charges against him for
statutory rape of a fourteen year old virgin, and he immediately said
that we could come to some 'understanding' about her financial needs.
A trust fund was established for her college expenses, one for her high
school account, and one for me just because the guy must have wanted me
to keep his face and name out of the papers. How he pulled it off I
wasn't completely sure, but having seven million dollars in the bank
made it easy for me to retire early, and for my fourteen year old
daughter and future lover to be welcomed into my bedroom on a permanent
basis.
Nobody would find out, of course, but they didn't have to.
A month after Tracy started taking 'the pill' and after she told me her
mother had insisted Tracy take the series of 'HPV' shots when she was
about to turn twelve my little girl let me have her pussy in earnest,
and I eagerly took it like a wild man. Any inhibitions I might have had
with her as a young teen or little girl were completely lost, at least
at home.
In public we were the model father/daughter team, including when I drove
her to her first high school dance. She let a guy kiss her, give her
ass a nice series of squeezes, and even tuck a few nervous fingers
between her thighs and down inside her panties for a quick fondle, but
she never let him do anything more than get a little touch, because she
was saving herself for me when she got home.
Each time she'd go out with a guy or a small group of her friends and
their boyfriends she'd come home horny and ravenous. When she confided
in me that I was going to be her lover forever I was proud but felt
guilty.
I tried to convince her after she graduated from high school that she
really should find a nice guy to give her love to and she did, but she
only married him because he was a war veteran who'd suffered a permanent
sexual injury and was totally impotent. All that meant was I'd have to
father my own grandchildren, which I did, with his approval. He even
accepted that she and I were lovers and practiced our affection for each
other openly in my home.
Ten years after Tracy and I became lovers and she surrendered herself to
the man who helped create her I found out that my ex-wife and older
brother had a terrible fight that involved the police. I had no desire
to find out more even if it might make me feel better about what I'd
done.
Tracy made a wonderful mother and is still a very affectionate daughter.
Each time she wants to spend some time with her Daddy she leaves her
children with their legal father so my little girl and I can fuck like
wild animals for hours at a time in my bedroom.
After two little girls had been fathered she finally convinced me to get
'snipped'. Once I was okay and the doctor said I wasn't producing
enough sperm to be considered fertile Tracy and I took a week long
vacation and fucked each others' lights out until we had to come home.
Even after we arrived I didn't drop her off at her house until after we
spent a couple of hours in my bedroom. For Tracy to insist upon it made
me feel so much better than if I coerced her into it.
She's such a wonderful daughter, and I love her very much.
For her to let me photograph her little girls while they play in the
sprinkler in the nude is such a wonderful thing. They just love to be
tickled by their Grampa whether they're wearing clothes or not, and they
seem to really enjoy the games we play day or night.
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