A dozen years ago June and I were the first to buy one of the newly available home sites in Diablo Canyon. It was our dream come true. It would be a quiet and secure community and we would have a wonderful view of both the city and the mountains once our new home was built. We had been married four years and Lori had just been born. My career was progressing well and the world looked bright. While our home, which I designed, was under construction Edgardo and Blanca Colon bought the lot next door. Almost at once we became the best of friends. Our home was just being finished as theirs began to take shape. Already we had become such good friends that we had a walkway poured between the two homes with a gate in the fence that connected the two yards. The Colon’s were just our age and a lot of fun to be with. In addition they were great and wonderful friends. In fact they still are. They also had a daughter, Encanta, two months younger than our little Lori. Encanta (we all called her Canta) and Lori were more like sisters than neighbors and friends. In fact the two families were like one big happy family. We did everything together and the two girls lived in the two houses equally. Especially in the summer when they had more of their time free they always slept in one house or the other. They were inseparable. The only blow that darkened the joy of those days was the death of June, my wonderful bride. By the time the cancer which took her life was diagnosed it was too late. After two heartbreaking months she succumbed to the disease. The Colon family was there for us during the entire trying time. Blanca was at June’s side day and night. Edgardo was there to listen to my fears and pains. Canta cried with Lori. Indeed, even for them it was the loss of a family member. Even more importantly, after June’s passing they did not pull away but included us in everything they did. Our routines did not seriously change, as I was able to work at home and take care of Lori and the house. With an advanced degree in English I had the task of making sense of instructions for manuals for high-tech government weapons systems. The Girls Beginning when the girls were about four years old they would be at our home for three or four nights a week and at the Colon’s three or four nights a week. In the evenings when they were at our home we watched movies, made popcorn and in general had a good time as a family. With June’s passing, four years ago now, nothing really changed. Lori and Canta were still with me three or four nights a week. We had an extra bedroom where Canta stayed when she was with us. In fact it had just become her room. Lori had a room over at the Colon’s home as well. It had become almost a tradition that when the girls were with me we would either watch TV or a movie. I would sit on the floor leaning back onto my favorite recliner. The girls would lie on the floor leaning on pillows with their elbows and talk and giggle. We had settled into a pattern where Lori would be on my left side and Canta on my right with their feet at my sides. I would often have a blanket that I would throw over all three of us to keep them from being cool in the evenings. Sometimes I watched what they were watching; sometimes I’d read or nap. When my arms were relaxed at my sides my hands would just naturally fall on each girl's ankles and feet. I enjoyed rubbing and tickling them. They would squirm and giggle. I suppose the reason for their being at my sides was that it made it convenient to throw the blanket over us. Often one or the other of the girls, and sometimes both, would let her head rest on the pillow and fall asleep before the show or movie was over. On those occasions I would wait until the movie was over and then just pick up the sleeping child and carry her to her bed. Sometimes one or the other would get sleepy and announce that she was going to bed. When the girls were about 11 years old, changes began to occur. Lori stayed pretty much a little girl, but Canta started to become a young woman. By the time they turned 12 they were as different as night and day. My little Lori was, to look at her, still a little girl. On the other hand Canta had changed dramatically. She had long dark brown hair so characteristic of Hispanic females. Hers came down to her bottom and was very thick. It hung in curls around her beautiful rounded face. Her breasts developed very quickly and were what some call ‘puffies’ where the nipples and areola pushed out from the rest of the breast in a pointed end. Her breasts were large, especially for a girl of 12. They were probably 34C in size. But it was the combination of her waist and hips that was amazing. Her waist had contracted to about 18 inches and it seemed that it had all gone to her hips that were probably 34 inches around. In fact the angle from her hips up to her waist was so exaggerated that it was very hard for her to wear tops that would come outside her pants and down to her hips. They would tend to roll up because of the exaggerated slope caused by her tiny waist and full hips. It was also difficult for her to find pants she could wear if they came to her waist. The waist size and the hip size were so different that it just didn’t work. I suppose because of that she started wearing what the girls these days call ‘hip huggers’ - pants cut low to the hips and don’t even attempt to come up to the waist. Probably for the same reason most of her tops didn’t come down to the tops but left her midriff bare and her naval showing. I had never considered myself a ‘dirty old man’ but I couldn’t help but notice. She had a figure that would put an hourglass to shame. She had become a striking, dazzling young woman who turned heads wherever she went. I was not the exception I’m afraid and I found myself looking at her and watching her just because I enjoyed that wonderful beauty. The Beginning One evening when I dropped my hands to my sides I found Lori’s feet but Canta’s knees. She had slid back on the floor about a foot from her usual position, whether by accident or on purpose I have no idea. All I know is that I ended up with my hand resting on the backs of her knees. It didn’t really make me uncomfortable, but it did startle me. I just let my hand lie there and didn’t move it at all. Usually I would squeeze her ankles and heels in an affectionate way, but with her knees I didn’t dare. I didn’t have to squeeze to feel that her skin, which was a beautiful light brown almost like a perpetual suntan, was smooth as satin and soft as a baby’s. She moved her legs apart just a little bit and my fingers fell between her knees. With that she brought her knees back together and squeezed my fingers between them, then relaxed again. Now I did feel a little uncomfortable with my fingers down between her knees. I also felt something else. For the first time my heart beat a little faster and I realized that I was aroused. Oh, maybe not really aroused, but at least there was a hint of that in my system. I moved my hand away and picked up a book, but my heart continued to race. For the next day or two I took a lot more notice of Canta. Indeed, I found that she turned me on. I said to myself, ‘Get your act together here. She’s only a 12 year-old girl for crying out loud.’ Nevertheless I continued to look at enjoy her body. Two nights later we again found ourselves in front of the TV with the blanket over us. I noticed right away that she was even further back. When my hand fell to her legs I was not touching her knees but the backs of her thighs just below the bottom of her over-large T-shirt. I just left my hand there and did not move to see what would happen. Again she moved her legs apart and my fingers fell between her thighs. Again she trapped my fingers between her legs and gave them an affectionate squeeze. This time rather than pull my hand away, I just wiggled my fingers a little. The softness and heat of her skin sent endorphins directly to my brain. She again opened her legs and my wiggling became a caress of the inside and backs of her thighs. Now it was not just my heart beating faster, but I also found that I was becoming hard. Again I said to myself, ‘This is crazy, she’s a 12 year-old girl.’ Neither my hardness nor my heart rate seemed to understand. It was clear that she was enjoying my playing with her thighs as she was squirming but never closed her legs nor did anything else that would signal that she was uncomfortable. I endured another two days of saying stupid things to myself and enjoying the view of her body every time I saw her, which was often. Her demeanor had not changed. She still smiled and laughed and acted as if nothing at all had happened. Then the thought struck me that perhaps nothing had happened – to her. Perhaps it was all in my mind. Perhaps it was just happening to me and she was innocent of anything different. The next time we found ourselves back in front of the TV and under our usual blanket I watched closely to see what would happen. Could it be that she was even further back? Or was it my imagination? No, she was further back. My hand fell right above the hem of her extra large T-shirt and against the very upper part of her thighs and the bottom of her sweet cheeks. Again I did not move my hand at all. I just left it were it had fallen. Lori couldn’t see because the blanket was over all three of us and my hands were under the blanket. This time I was sure nothing would happen because I was on top of her shirt. My hand lay there for about five minutes with nothing happening, and then she reached behind her and pulled her shirt up over her bottom. The tips of my fingers were resting against her panties with the heel of my hand on her thigh. I pulled my hand back down to the middle of her thigh and she opened her legs again. I once again began to caress the back of her thigh and between her thighs. She flexed her muscles and caught my hand between her legs and gave a squeeze. That squeeze seemed to say, ‘It’s all right.’ She then spread her legs further apart. Was this an open invitation? Dared I move closer to her panty-covered bottom and between her legs? I reasoned that if I moved slowly that she could stop me if she felt uncomfortable. And so my ministrations moved further up her legs. Her only response was to open her legs wider and to let her head fall onto the pillow looking away from Lori. For the next fifteen minutes I massaged the backs of and between her legs right up to the point of her panties. I even allowed my fingertips to graze her panties a couple of time. She was clearly enjoying this. Finally I lifted my hand and let it fall on the back of her panties with my hand over both cheeks of her bottom. I left it there looking for some signal from her that it was either all right or not. Finally she wiggled her bottom and flexed her cheeks. I took that as a signal to move forward. I began massaging her bottom and let my fingers fall between her legs and pushed up against her panty-covered vulva. There was an almost imperceptible groan. Now I was lost. I was fully aroused and hard, sitting her cupping the vulva of a 12-year-old girl. And my daughter, her best friend, was only a foot away. I spent only a few minutes massaging her vulva. She was wet and hot. Of course I was going out of my mind. Finally I removed my hand and retreated into my book for protection. I knew I had to put an end to this, but I was so entranced and attracted to her that I was going out of my mind. I decided that I would talk with her the very next day. I made my attempt when we were both in the kitchen after lunch and Lori was in the living room. I said, ‘‘Canta, we need to talk.’ She turned, looked at me and smiled. Then she put her finger to her lips in a signal to be quiet and left the room. That night we were back in front of the TV. The routine was the same as the night before with one exception. This time when she pulled her T-shirt up, my hand was resting on her bare bottom. She had worn no panties. The signals were now clear. She was the instigator of our play. She was in control. What more she wanted was not clear, but it was clear that she wanted me to touch her in the most intimate ways. And that is exactly what I did. It was difficult to be so aroused and so hard and to look as if nothing were going on. I touched her, I caressed her, and I made her aroused and hot. I played with her lips and touched her bottom and inserted my finger up inside her silky soft vagina. She was hot and wet. I was so hard that my pants were killing me, but I dared not do anything about it. I tried to speak to her the next day, but again to no avail. She again smiled, raised her finger to her lips to silence me and walked away. Two nights later we again assumed our positions in front of the TV. Again Canta had a surprise for me. When I caressed her bottom I found that there was a light bead of Vaseline extending from the top of the crack in her bottom down through her vaginal lips. I used that lubrication to massage her vulva and especially her clitoris much more completely than I had before. It was while I was massaging her clitoris that she had her first orgasm from me. Her pussy lips contracted, she shuddered and a slight groan escaped her lips, but other than that no one would have suspected anything. Lori didn’t even look over at her. On that occasion I got my finger far enough inside her vaginal passage that I found her hymen and knew for sure she was a virgin. I had not previously played with her anus but this looked like an invitation. I massaged her vaginal opening and clitoris with my fingers and let my thumb slide over her anus. I rubbed above and below and over her anus and she shuddered with delight. I had my middle finger up inside her vaginal passage and let the tip of my thumb rest heavily on the opening. I increased the pressure just a little and it began to open. After about 30 seconds I had my thumb inside her to the first knuckle. I then touched my thumb and middle finger together inside her with separated only by that thin membrane between her rectum and her vagina. She was squirming and bucking under my hand and I’m sure enjoyed another orgasm but somehow managed to keep the part of her body that was not under the blanket still and looking very normal. It was three days before we were together in the evening again. My pants had become so uncomfortable during our little playtime that I wore my robe on this occasion. That was not anything that would attract any attention since I often wore a robe around the house. The happenings on this occasion were very much like they had been earlier. I was deeply into enjoying touching Canta and again found I had my finger and thumb embedded into her when I was shocked back to the reality of the situation when Lori looked back at me and said, ‘Dad?’ Quickly getting myself at least somewhat under control I responded, ‘Yes sweetheart’? ‘I’m really sleepy, do you mind if I just go to bed?’ I told her I didn’t mind at all and she got up and left. Canta and I went back to what we had been doing and after about fifteen minutes and another somewhat noisier orgasm she turned over on her back and slid down even further. Her vulva was now right at my hip. She pushed back the blanket and pulled her T-shirt up exposing her breasts. I tried one more time to speak to her. Her response was the same, her finger to her lips to silence me. Her eyes bore into me as I began massaging her breasts. The ‘puffy’ appearance of her breasts was more exaggerated without anything covering them. She reached over inside my robe with her right hand and held my cock, checking it for hardness, length and shape. She wasn’t really playing with it she was just exploring. Now it was my turn to moan. She enjoyed one more orgasm just from my playing with her titties and then jumped up and said, ‘I’m going to bed too Mr. Crocker.’ And with that she disappeared. I had worked myself into a sexual frenzy and had to run to my room. What was I getting myself into? What was I doing? Whatever it was, it was stronger than I was. I found myself in the hall walking to her room. When I got there the door was locked. It was almost a relief. I walked back to my room and relieved myself. The next night we found ourselves in front of the TV things progressed pretty much as they had previously except that Lori did not leave. I again had on my robe and it was a lot more comfortable as I could let my hard-on stick up through my shorts. Two or three more times we had our TV time and things went pretty much as before. Finally Lori decided to leave again. I wondered what would happen. I wasn’t long in finding out. Canta turned over, pulled her T-shirt over her head. She was now naked. She again let me play with her pussy breasts while she held my hard cock. Then she sat up and pulled herself into my lap and kissed me. It was a deep, long, passionate kiss. Her wet bottom was resting on my hard cock. When we broke the kiss I began sucking on her nipples. She groaned and had an orgasm. Then she got up and ran to her room. Again I was left to relieve myself as best I could. Several more times Canta and I played while Lori was right next to us watching the TV. On one occasion Canta left early to go to bed saying she was sleepy. Finally, two or three weeks later, Lori once again went to bed early. Canta turned over and pulled off her top. I played with her breasts and her pussy. Finally she again pulled herself onto my lap and kissed me. We kissed for at least half an hour. She was squirming on my lap with my hard cock between her legs and I could feel both the Vaseline and her juices against my cock. Finally she pulled one leg over so she was straddling me. She took my cock in her hand and placed it at the opening to her vagina and sat back down on it. The head immediately slid into her and up against her hymen. I started to speak, wanting to ask her if she was sure, but she simply smiled, raised her finger to her lips and quieted me. She then kissed me again and began rocking back and forth pushing my cock deeper and deeper into her virgin pussy. With each push the pressure on her hymen, and on the end of my cock, became more intense. After a very short time her hymen gave way and I slipped into her all the way. At first she didn’t move but held onto me for dear life and I could tell that she was experiencing some pain. Soon though she seemed to relax and again began her rocking motions that caused my cock to slide in and out of her newly deflowered vagina. After about two minutes I pumped her full of my semen. That was not the end. She had me suck on her nipples and we kissed again, over and over again. As soon as I started to get hard again she lay on her back and spread her legs and invited me in. This time I lasted a long time. At least 20 minutes I fucked her, and I mean fucked her. Her tits were jumping and she was gasping the entire time. Then I filled her again. She kissed me again and went off to bed. That was last night. Where will all this lead? I have no idea. I don’t even care. I know I have to have her. Yet she will not talk to me about it, not a word.