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Daddy and Me, chapter 4

Marybeth



My mom is a very domineering woman.  She controls everything and everyone.  All of our friends
and neighbors make comments about how well behaved the three little McGowan children are.  I
don't know that it is necessarily because we want to be, as much as it is from the fear of what will
happen if we aren't.  We are, after all, normal kids.

Whenever we go anywhere to visit Mom lectures the entire way.  "I don't want any of you to ask
for anything." she says.  "You are to sit and behave, and remember your manners." she cautions
us.  When we arrive, she tells us as she points to the spot each of us is to sit until she's ready to
leave, "Chuck, you sit here.  Marybeth, you sit here.  Billy, you sit here."  If we are offered
anything, we look to her for the nod that will either tell us it's ok to accept, or that we should
politely decline.

The way Moms' treat's Dad hurts the most.  She treats him like dirt.  I feel sorry for him.  He
deserves better.  Daddy works hard to keep a roof over our heads.  When Mom gets on one of
her tirades, she yells and screams belittling remarks at him.  Dad never yells back or even raises a
hand to her.  Sometimes I wish he'd speak up and tell her to shut up, but he never does.  I guess I
admire him for that.  I bet any other man would have beat her or left her long ago.

Their fights seem to be becoming a weekly ritual.  Daddy needs me more now.  I'm glad, because
I love daddy more than anyone I can think of.  I know I love him more than I love Mom.  If
anything ever happens between them and daddy leaves, I want to go with him.

Christmas is only a couple days away.  My excitement is growing.  It is difficult to get to sleep at
night thinking about it.  Tonight it seemed like I had just drifted off when Mom's voice woke me.

"Not tonight John.  I'm too tired."  She said in a disgusted voice.

"You're always too tired lately."  Dad said in a whispered, sad voice of disgust.

"Well, we all have to make sacrifices now that I've gone back to work.  You'll survive.  If not,
find someone who can give you what you want.  I really don't care anymore." she said in a
spiteful tone.

I raised up, leaned on one elbow, and rubbed my eyes.  Mom's back was turned toward me, and
Daddy was laying on his back.  He had the covers thrown off, and I could see he was naked.  His
cock was hard, and he was stroking it slowly.  He raised his finger to his lips as he saw me, and
gestured for me to "shhh."  I laid back down and peered through the slit between the railing and
the mattress.  He kept stroking himself.  I liked watching.  It made me want to be in his arms.

Mom was already asleep.  Her light snoring filled the room.  Mom didn't want to make love to
Daddy anymore.  I couldn't figure out why, it felt so good.  I wanted to embrace all the love he
had to give.

I laid there watching for a while until I decided I really needed to use the bathroom.  I quietly
climbed down from my loft and tiptoed carefully past my Mom.

Daddy was standing in the door as I turned to leave the bathroom.  He slipped inside and quietly
shut the door behind him.

"Daddy." I said in surprise.

"Baby doll," he said in a sad, lonely voice.  "Will you love Daddy tonight?"  He sat on the edge of
the tub and pulled me into his arms.  "Oh baby, I need you so much." he said as tears came to his
eyes.

"Don't cry Daddy." I said.  He sat me on his lap.  My legs wrapped around his waist, my arms
around his neck.  He started kissing me.  His kisses were hard and wanting.  His breath was hot,
and he was breathing hard as he pulled one of my nipples into his mouth.

He sucked rougher on my nipples than he had ever done before.  It hurt, my nipples seem to be
more tender than usual lately.  I didn't complain because it still gave me that wonderful throbbing
feeling inside that I longed for.

Daddy reached down and slid his hard cock to the entrance of my pussy.  He thrust himself up
inside of me.  "Oh," he moaned as he shuddered, "ride me baby doll.  Make me feel good."

I rode up and down on his cock.  He guided me with his hands on my waist.  His head bobbed up
and down as his mouth remained clamped to my left nipple.  He didn't seem interested in taking
time to touch.  He needs me now, needs to feel love, and needs to give his love in return.

My clit rubbed his shaft with every downward stroke.  I was swollen, and throbbing hard.  
"Oh Daddy," I said, "I love you.  I don't know if I can hold off this time, not making love like
this.  I'm so close."

"That's okay baby, Daddy's gonna shoot his jism too." he replied.

A few more thrusts up and down, and I felt his shaft swell just before he released the first shot of
his creamy load into me.

"Oh, oh, humph," he moaned quietly.  I closed my eyes as the quivery crest of my orgasm over
took me.  The walls of my womanhood convulsed, taking my breath away.

Daddy kissed my forehead gently and ran his fingers through my long, blonde hair.  He whispered,
"You are so good to Daddy.  I don't know what I'd do if I lost you."  He started crying softly.

"You'll never lose me Daddy." I assured him.  "I'm going to live with you forever."

His frown turned to a smile, and he chuckled quietly as he wet a wash cloth and handed it to me. 
He instructed me to wash good.

"We can't risk Mom hearing bath water running at this hour." he said.  "Make sure you bath in
the morning."

I returned to my lofty perch on the top bunk beside my sleeping brother.  Daddy followed a short
while behind me.

I laid there reliving the feeling of his mouth on my breasts, the feel of his tongue flicking over my
nipples.  The warm glow his love gave me made me feel like a real woman.  I ran my fingers
gently over my swollen breasts.  My nipples were hard and the brown around them was crinkled. 
A slight stream of cum began running down my crack.  It made me feel good to know that he
loved me the way he'd love a woman, and not just like he did as his daughter.

The next morning was Christmas Eve.  A last, I thought.  I got up early and took my bath as
Daddy had instructed.  I was excited because we were going to get to open our Christmas
presents tonight before we went to Grandpa and Grandma's in the morning.

Mom had arranged for Daddy to take the boys out for the day.  She said he was taking them
shopping.

I helped Mom clean house a little and get ready for present opening in the evening.  We were
making her bed together when she said, "Sit down.  I want to talk to you."  I did as she
commanded, scared of what she wanted to talk to me about.  Had she found out about Daddy and
me I wondered.  If she had, she had no right to be angry.  She did tell him to find someone else, I
heard her.

"Marybeth, you aren't a little girl anymore.  You're becoming a woman, your body is changing."
she said.

Dah I thought, like I couldn't tell I had these mammoth mounds hanging from my chest.  They
weren't there last year!

She handed me a sack as she continued, "One of these days soon you're going to find blood in
your under panties."

"Yuck," I said.  "Why?"

"It's all a part of the process of turning into a complete woman.  And a necessary process if you
ever want to have a baby when you get married." she continued.

I'm never getting married I thought.  I'm staying with Daddy forever.

"You are too large breasted to be running around without a bra."she scolded me.

A bra?  I didn't want to wear a bra.  Heck, I really didn't want boobs at all except Daddy said
men love tits.

"I don't want to wear a bra." I protested.

"I don't really care if you want to or not."she snipped.  "You have to, you have no choice."

I opened the sack.  It contained a bra.  A real bra.  Not a training bra like the other girls wore. 
This thing had real cups.  I looked at the size on the tag, and it said 32 C.

"This is too big." I whined in protest.

"No, it's not," she said, "put it on."

"Now?" I cried.

"Yes, now.  If you don't wear a bra, your breasts will get sore, and you will eventually sag." she
said as she continued her lesson.

My breasts were already sore I thought as I picked the bra up to put it on.  Much to my dislike the
bra fit perfect.  I filled the cups snugly.  I didn't like it.  It only accentuated the fact that I had
breasts.

Mom said, "See, What did I tell you.  You are going to have bigger breasts than I have at the rate
you're going."

There was no way I could ever picture myself as having as big, or bigger, breasts than her.  There
was something else in the sack.  I pulled it out.  It was a package of under panties.  These were
special she'd said.  They had a plastic lining in the crotch, and a place in the front and back to
secure a sanitary napkin.

"You are to wear these when you're on your period.  They'll help keep your clothes from getting
soiled.  You will have a period every month," she said as she droned on with her lecture.  "It can
last anywhere from just a few days to 7 or 10.  Le me know when you see blood for the first time,
and I'll make a calender up so you will know exactly when you can expect each month's cycle."
she said as though it were some sort of holiday to celebrate.

Yippee, I thought.  What a wonderful Christmas gift, a "special friend lecture," a bra, and panties
to wear for my monthly visitor.

Daddy returned with the boys early in the afternoon.  My brother's blabbed that they hadn't gone
shopping at all, but had gone out to visit Grandma and Grandpa.  I would much rather have gone
with them then had the lecture from Mom.

It's always been sort of a tradition to have a nice pot of hot, yummy soup and sandwiches as a
Christmas Eve supper.  Mom had fixed my favorite, potato.  She made it thick with bacon,
broccoli, and cheese.

We all were so excited we could hardly wait to open the gifts waiting for us under the small tree
in the living room.  There weren't many, but we were thankful for any at all.  Mom knew we were
excited, and I sometimes think she got some perverse pleasure from prolonging our misery.

After cleaning up, we all gathered in our cramped living room.  The three of us sat there in quiet
anticipation.  We knew we had to wait for the traditional speech from Mom.

"Okay," she finally said, "which gift would you like to open first?"  She asked, not really caring
which one we really wanted to open.  We were only going to get to open the one she chose first
anyway.

"John, give Chuck that gift in the back, Billy, this is for you," she said as she handed a wrapped
box to him, "and Marybeth, this is for you."

We sat there waiting for the okay signal from Mom.  She finally gave her nod of okay.  All three
of us tore into the wrapped gifts.  She watched with a smirk of a smile on her face as the excited
smiles on our faces were replaced with disappointed frowns.  Each of us had just unwrapped a gift
we had received the previous year for Christmas.

"Remember how badly you wanted these things last year?  How much have you actually played
with these things? She harangued us.  There was no question as to whether we had taken good
care of the things we had received.  There would have been hell to pay if we hadn't.  "You kids
don't know how lucky you have it.  There are kids in other countries that would love to have half
the things you have." she scolded all three of us.

There were times I didn't know when to keep my mouth shut, and I guess this was one of them.  I
piped up and said, "Send it to them then."

Mom clenched her teeth together, and her face got fire red.  I knew I was in trouble.  I looked at
Daddy, and he had a smile on his face.  I could tell he found humor in the statement.

Mom said, "Watch your mouth.  I think puberty is turning you into quite a little bitch."

We finished opening the few real gifts we had.  Chuck got a really cool Mighty Moe Cannon that
shot a hard plastic cannon ball.  The ball was about the size of a croquet ball.  We had lots of fun
the rest of the evening despite my mother's attempt to make us all feel down.

Bedtime was early because we had to get up and get around for our holiday at Grandma's the
next day.  It took forever for me to get to sleep.

The next morning we were getting around to leave.  Chuck had been fooling around with his
Mighty Moe, and had hung a blanket over the opening to my parent's bedroom door.  Mom was
just coming through the door when he fired off the cannon.  It struck Mom squarely in the eye.  I
will never forget the expression on her face for the rest of my life.  Her eye got black immediately,
and I figured we'd all pay the price, but to my surprise she took it well.  I couldn't help but think
that maybe it was just a little pay back for the way she treated us the evening before.

There had been a mini ice storm in the night.  It made everything look so pristine.  The trees were
encased in crystal covers.  Daddy had to drive very slowly.  I wasn't scared.  I knew I was always
safe when he was in charge.  I leaned forward and rested my chin on the back of the front seat
beside Daddy.

"Aren't the trees beautiful?" I said in awe.

"Yes baby doll.  It's like a winter wonderland out there." Daddy replied.

"Sit back." Mom commanded, ruining the moment.

Christmas at Grandma and Grandpa's was always special.  They had a really big fresh-cut tree. 
Each branch was weighted down with old-fashioned ornaments, big, bright lights, and lots and
lots of sparkling silver tinsel.  There were gifts piled high beneath it.  Real gifts, not fake ones. 
Something for all of us.  But, the best part of Christmas at Grandma and Grandpa's was seeing
my cousins.

My dad's sister Barb and her husband Bob and their four kids, Rick, Sara, Tom, and Don, always
came out from the city.  I envied them because they lived in a city.  It seemed like they got to go
more and see and experience things that we couldn't living in the boonies.  Maybe it wasn't that
as much as it was they didn't have a mother that was so strict.  Needless to say, Mom never has
anything good to say about Aunt Barb.  But, I like her.  I think she's cool.

I have a terrible crush on my cousin Rick.  Rick and Chuck are the same age.  He likes me too. 
He always wants to see my tits.  Even last year when I didn't have any, wait till he sees them
now!

Everyone sat around talking.  Catching up on new news and reminiscing about old times.  There
wasn't an empty seat to be had, so us kids sat around on the floor.

Aunt Barb and Uncle Bob weren't really married, but no one ever made an issue of it, except of
course Mom.  He wasn't Rick's biological father either, but he treated him like he did the other
three.  Uncle Bob is a character.  He is your stereotypical truck driver.  He brags too much, loves
too many women, drinks too much beer, and chews tobacco.  Oh, yeah, I almost forgot, he has a
terrible stuttering problem too.  It intrigues me to listen to him stammer.  When he gets stuck on a
word, sometimes I wonder if he'll figure it out or just give up.  So far, I've never heard him give
up no matter how long it's taken him to spit the word out.  He always wants to hold me on his
lap.  "Why don't you come over here and sit on your Uncle Bob's lap, honey?"  He made me feel
uncomfortable, but I knew Mom was watching, and I was expected to mind my elders.  Daddy sat
on the other side of the room and, I could tell he didn't like it.  Uncle Bob said, "You're getting
to be quite a young lady."  His hand was cupped under my breast, and he swayed his leg back and
forth across my clit.  I think he knows exactly what he's doing, but no one could make me feel as
good as Daddy does.  He kissed my cheek.

Yuck, I hated it when he did that.  His breath smelled like beer and tobacco.

Mom had to open her moth and say, "Yes, she is growing up fast.  She's got her first bra
already."

God, she always had to tell people all the embarrassing things.

"And," she continued, "I think her monthly cycle is about to start soon."

I could feel my face flush from the humiliation.

"You're getting boobies?" Uncle Bob asked.  As if he didn't know.  He'd been fondling them
since I got on his lap.

Finally Daddy said "I think you kids should go play."  I was never so glad or relieve to hear those
words, and I anxiously obeyed his command.

We all left the adults to their conversation and disappeared up stairs to play hid and seek.  There
was a big, dark, walk-in closet, lit only by a singular bulb that hung from the center of the ceiling. 
There were lots of neat treasures to be discovered.  That's where Rick, Chuck and I headed to
hide.  The door to the closet lacked a door knob, leaving a nice hole to keep watch.  We hadn't
been in the closet long when Rick said, "Marybeth, show me your tits.  They've really grown. 
Chuck," he continued, "you keep watch."  Chuck turned and knelt to watch for unwanted
visitors.  I slipped my sweater off, exposing my bra filled full with my breasts.  Rick's eyes got
huge.  He walked over and started massaging them through the fabric of my bra.  It felt good, and
I wanted more.  He walked behind me and undid the hooks freeing my tender, swollen nipples. 
He rolled each between his finger tips.  Then he unsnapped his pants and exposes his cock.  I was
surprised.  His cock was hard, and I almost wanted to laugh.  I guess I expected a cock the size of
a man's instead of that of a 13-year-old boy.  I reached down and started stroking him like I did
Daddy.  Then Rick said, "turn around and bend over."  I leaned over some boxes and he took his
cock and started humping my pussy doggie style.  I could barely feel it.  It wasn't long until I
could feel the wetness from his ejaculation.  Not nearly like that of Daddy's.  But, I liked it
because he liked me.  All this times my brother kept his vigil.  He never tried sneaking a peek or
even acting like it phased him.  Chuck is different.  I worry about him.  We put our clothes back
on and rejoined the family as though nothing had happened.

The day was long and tiring.  My cousins were leaving the next day, and wouldn't be making a
trip back until school was out in the summer.  Then they would bring Rick up to spend the
summer with Grandpa and Grandma.  Mom was bitter.  She accused Grandma of picking Rick
and Chuck as her favorites.  I never felt she showed partiality.

We didn't leave till late and I ended up falling asleep in the car on the way home.  Daddy carried
me in and laid me on the top bunk.  Dead to the world, I never woke up till the next morning.

When I awoke, I ached all over.  I was grumpy and just wanted everyone to leave me alone.  I
went to take my bath.  As I undressed, I discovered it.  Just as she had said would happen.  There
was bright red blood in my panties.  I debated whether I should tell Mom, but I knew she would
see my soiled panties.  I cracked the bathroom door and called for her.  She'd already bought the
necessary supplies, and she brought me a pair of my "special" under panties for my wonderful
new friend.  My stomach hurt, I just wanted it to go away.

Mom left the bathroom and finished getting ready for work.  Dad didn't have to work, and he
would watch us.

The weather was too nasty outside so my brothers busied themselves with indoor activities.  I sat
on Dad's lap under a blanket and watched TV with him.

Daddy Kissed and cuddled with me.  He was so loving.  He told me we'd have to take more
precautions with our love making from now on.  Now that I was a full woman.  I could tell his
cock was hard and he was horny as he talked to me.

"Daddy, do you want to make love now?" I asked, not really feeling up to it, but wanting to
please Daddy, I'd do it for him.

"Yes, Daddy wants to make love to you very badly, but I know my pumpkin doesn't feel good,
and now really isn't a good time." he said.

I leaned my head back on his shoulder.  Dad fondled my tender breasts gently.  They felt feverish
to touch.  He went and got me an aspirin for the aching, then continued to cuddle and caress me. 
I think my nipples are harder than they've ever been.  His finger tips lightly grazed across them.  It
sent shivers of wanting in me.

He unzipped his pants beneath the cover, and pulled his fully erect cock free.  I began stroking
him, and he whispered, "Just jack me off baby."

"Oh Daddy's you're so hard.  Tell me what it feels like when it throbs." I asked, eager to learn
how it felt to him.

"Yes, darlin, it's really hard.  My balls are full of cum that needs released.  When I'm hard and
throbbing like this, sometimes it feels like I can't fuck hard enough or long enough.  I just want to
be inside of you.  I want to feel your love hole tight around me." he said.  "You like that too,
don't you baby?"

"Mmm, yes," I said as I continued to stroke him.  I closed my eyes and made a mental recording
of how wonderful his strong, hard cock felt.  It was huge compared to Ricks.  I could feel the
hard ridges his muscle made under his skin, and trailed my finger up the underside lightly over the
big vein that popped out.  He flinched and moaned.  "Daddy," I asked with a question in my
voice, "were you watching Uncle Bob yesterday at Christmas?"

"You mean when he was playing with your tits?  Yeah, I saw it." he answered.

"I didn't like it, Daddy.  It wasn't anything like I feel when you touch me." assuring him.

"I know baby.  It's like I told you.  Men love boobs, and you have a pair that knock them dead. 
Don't let Uncle Bob bother you.  He's a harmless ass hole."

I'd rarely heard my dad curse, and even more rarely seen him drink.

His cock was seeping precum and it was really slippery.  I started varying my rhythm.  I'd speed
up and slow down.  I'd pull his foreskin back all the way then pull it all the way over the head
allowing more lubricant to ooze out.  I longed to feel him inside me.

Daddy ran his hand up my leg.  I instinctively spread them, wanting his fingers inside of me.

"Please Daddy," I whispered, "I want you so bad.  I'll never turn you away like Mom does."

"Oh baby," he moaned, "it'll be messy."

"So, messes can be cleaned dup.  I've heard you say that hundreds of times."  I slipped my panties
off.

"Oh. . ." he said breathlessly as I sat on his lap.  "You're Daddy's cunt."

My back was to him, and he held his juicy cock up and easily slid it in my slippery pussy.  With
the combination of all his precum and the blood from my period he glided smoothly and easily into
my warm, wet love canal.

I leaned back against his hairy chest.  His hands cupped my breasts while he bucked his hips as he
fucked me.

My brothers passed through the living room for various things a couple of times.  Daddy would
stop thrusting and just pretend to be holding me.  I could feel him make his cock move with his
stomach muscles.  It only made me hotter and desire him more.

I don't know what it is, but I want to be fucked like I'd never been fucked before, too.  Maybe it
has something to do with being a real woman now and my new friend.

Daddy was close.  I could feel his thickening.  I was at the brink too.

"Don't make too much noise." Daddy admonished as he thrust a few more times and silently
released his load of cum.  His breath was hot on my neck.  He was good at sensing when I was
close.  Having to stifle our desire only succeeded in increasing the effects of the rapture.

I collapsed in Daddy's lap.  His cock still in me.

"I wish I could keep my cock in you forever," he whispered.  "You like being my lover don't you,
huh?" he asked.

I turned around, looked in his eyes and said, "Yes, I love you." I leaned down and kissed him long
and hard.

Daddy picked me up in the blanket and carried me into the bathroom.  He started water for a nice
refreshing bath.  His cock was streaked with blood, and blood diluted with his thick cum ran out
of me.

The monthly calendar Mom made was hanging on the door.  She had quickly scratched a big red
X on the date the following month when I should expect my next period.

"What's this?" Dad asked.

I told him and he said, "Well, the bitch doesn't do too much right, but this was a good idea.  It
will help us know when we have to be more careful."

"How?" I asked, "and what do we have to do to be careful."

"Usually two weeks before you start your next period, you release an egg, and it's at that time if
one of Daddy's squiggle tad poles meets one of your eggs, that you can get pregnant.  But," he
continued, "I have something special to keep that from happening."

Oh great I thought, not another special friend.

"They're called rubbers." he said.  Then he reached up in the cupboard and got a package out. 
"This is a rubber."  He opened the package.  His cock had gotten hard just explaining it to me. 
He held the rubber on the tip of his cock as he unrolled the sleeve down his shaft.  I sat on the
stool and he walked up to me.  I started stroking him while I watched the rubber get thinner at the
tip as I stroked down.  The precum kind of made tiny bubbles beneath the rubber film over his
mushroom head.

"Suck me Marybeth." he coaxed.  "Suck my rod."

I opened my mouth over his rubber-covered cock.  He thrust his hips back and forth forcing his
cock in and out of my mouth.  I took my fingers and gently played with his balls.  They were full
and heavy again.

"Yeah, rub Daddy back there." he said indicating the thick expanse between his balls and his
rectum.  Dad bucked harder as he reached down for the nipples he loved so much.  His hips
moved faster and faster and I could feel the hot liquid he shot as it hit the thin rubber barrier.

"Oh, you fucking cunt." he said.  "You are so good."

I watched as he removed the rubber.  It stretched from the weight of the cum he had just
deposited in it.  I rolled the end of the bag between my fingers.  It was slippery and I liked the
way it felt.

"Darlin, those are all of Daddy's unborn babies." he said as he flushed it down the stool.

I got in the tub, and this time Daddy washed me very lovingly and gently.  I think I shocked him
when I said, "Daddy, can I have your baby?"

"Baby, people don't understand relationships like ours.  They think it's bad." he said.  "They
would never understand or accept a situation like that."

"Our relationship isn't bad Daddy.  Having a relationship like you and Mom have is bad.  I want
it, and someday I want to have your baby."

He said, "We'll see baby."

I think he probably thought the topic was a little too much for me to understand.  It was okay.  I
was content to be Daddy's lover and little girl.
















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