
Archive name: canihelp.txt (M/g, m/g m/F, inc, ped)
Authors name: Fitfully Yours(fitfully_yours@hotmail.com)
Story title: Can I Help?

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Author's Note
This story is a work of fiction.  Nothing more.  It contains consensual sex between a father and his ten year old daughter.  If this offends you, leave now.  If you are legally not allowed to read this, leave now.  The author accepts no responsibility for any legal action taken due to this story.  If you do continue to read on, I welcome any response as long as it's constructive.  You are chosing to read this, so if you don't like the subject matter, FUCK OFF!

Can I Help? (M/g, m/g m/F, inc, ped)
by Fitfully Yours(fitfully_yours@hotmail.com)

My wife and I are quite "well off" as some would say.  We don't have enough to buy a home in the Hamptons, but out twenty acre estate is the envy of friends and family alike.  We married young, the ceremony two weeks after we graduated from high school.  Nine months later, I was making $250,000 a year, my wife had sold two manuscripts, and had just given birth to our son, Jason.  We worked and saved, and seven years later, I was making $550,000 a year, my wife had three novels on the New York Times Best Seller List, We had a seven bedroom house on twenty acres of land, seventeen million dollars in the bank, and my wife gave birth to our daughter, Angel.  All in all, I would say we had a good life.

Apparently, though, Jason felt a little neglected.  When Angel was born, he had already turned seven, and he got jealous of all the attention the new baby received.  I'll admit, neither of us really noticed the jealousy until right around his tenth birthday.  He was getting interested in playing basketball, and his team had made it to the state finals for his age group.  That meant an entire weekend half a state away, and while my work can adjust for me working at home, being that far away is implausible, so I stayed home with our two year old daughter and my wife took our son to the finals.  Because of weather and some type of legal problems, the finals stretched out to last through the weekend and the following week, my wife and son not getting home until the following Saturday.  They did win, however, and our son brought home a giant trophy.  

They had, apparently, plenty of time to talk, because when Jason asked for a new bedroom with access to the outside and an indoor basketball court, my wife Karen did everything in her power to convince me to accede.  I told her that if I had the basketball court made, I was going to install a new security system with cameras to make sure he didn't cross the line.  She agreed, and we had the court built.  I told Karen about the cameras that activated when someone moved outside, and cameras that kept an eye on the basketball court, but I didn't think it would be a good idea to tell her of the cameras I installed in the showers, and in the bedroom of the "apartment" I had built for my son.  After all, he was getting older, and would soon be getting interested in girls, and if he brought any young thing to our house, even if I couldn't touch, I'd be more than happy to look.  Those cameras I had broadcast to my laptop, the others broadcasting over our wifi, so Karen could check it as well as I.  

My wife started helping our son practice his basketball, getting her body back in better shape than before the birth of Angel.  I watched a few of their skirmish games, but then relied on periodic glances at the monitor.  

Six years later, my son was still obsessed with basketball, my wife was in fabulous shape, my daughter was finding out who she is, and I was busier than ever.  

Until that one Saturday.

My wife and son had just started playing basketball, Angel was over at a friend's house and I had the house to myself.  I was sitting on my bed, my eyes closed, stroking my dick and daydreaming that I was stranded on a desert island with Brooke Shields, and we were just getting to the part where we explored each others bodies, when Brook asked "Can I help?"

I paused, not opening my eyes, and not remembering when Brooke said that in the movie.  I continued stroking, and I heard the voice again, but this time it was accompanied by a small hand moving my own and taking its place on my dick.  My eyes flew open, and I beheld my blonde hair, blue eyed, ten year old daughter slowly stroking my dick.  

"Whoa, there, Angel.  What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm just helping, daddy," she said in a voice calmer than I would ever believe.  "Don't worry, I won't hurt you."  

She ran her hand up and down my shaft, and no matter how much I tried to resist, she always had one hand on me.  

"If your mom walked in right now," I started, but she laughed.

"Daddy, Mommy is busy helping Jason.  She won't be in here for hours."  She continued stroking and I lost all control, spurting cum into the air and over her tiny fist.  "Did you like it daddy?"

I had no choice but to nod yes.  She giggled and got a Kleenex from the box next to the bed.  "Anytime you need help, just ask, ok?"

"Honey, we can't do it again.  I shouldn't have let you do it in the first place. If your mommy ever found out about it, she'd kill me!"

Daddy, I won't tell mommy!  I've been helping Jason for a while now; I just didn't think you needed help too."

"What do you mean, you've been helping your brother?"

"Well, he likes playing like you were, and he saw me looking once and told me he needed help, and I helped him like I just helped you.  That was a long time ago, though.  I was only eight."

"And has he tried doing anything else?"

Well, once he tried to get me to kiss it, but I told him that was gross, and another time he tried to make me take my clothes off, but I didn't want to be naked in front of my brother, so I told him no."

I was still trying to process what she had said about my son molesting my daughter, when what she had said before pierced through my sex fuddled brain.  "What did you mean before when you said your mommy is helping Jason?  They're playing basketball, right?"

"Well, they weren't in the gym when I looked for them, but I didn't peek in this time."

This time, I thought, and stood up suddenly.  "I'll be right back," I said, not remembering that I was naked, and strode out of the room and into my office.  

I turned on my computer on, keyed up the camera in the gym, and watched as my wife shot a three pointer and missed.  Jason burst out laughing, retrieved the ball and took off down the court for an easy lay-up.  Angel was sitting on the first row of bleachers, laughing along with Jason.  In the three minutes I sat there watching them play, Jason made three shots, my wife one.  I was about to turn it off when Angel came in and sat on my lap.

And at the same time, Angel stood and cheered when Karen made another shot.  

"What the hell?" I asked, seeing my daughter on the screen and feeling her weight on my bare knee.  I moved my laptop in front of me, punched up the code for the secret cameras.  The one outside and in the shower showed nothing, but the one in the bedroom showed me a sight I never would have guessed at.  My son Jason was lying on the bed, naked as the day he was born.  His mother, my wife Karen lay next to him, also naked, her hand wrapped firmly around his hard dick.  The motions were similar to what Angel had been doing to me just minutes ago, but I didn't have time to think about it.

"See, I told you mommy was helping Jason."  Her hand drifted down to my dick and started pumping the life into it again.  I nodded, not really feeling what my ten year old daughter was doing.  

I watched my wife lean forward, and inhale our son's dick into her mouth.  "Oh my god," Angel said.  "Mommy likes kissing his thingy?"

"Some women like to do that," I said numbly.  I didn't even feel when she slid off my leg; I was so obsessed with what was happening on the screen.  In fact, I didn't realize what was happening until I felt her small lips gently kissing the head of my dick.  

"Like this daddy?"

"Are you sure you want to do this, Angel?"

"Only with you, daddy."

"Suck it like a popsicle then, honey."

Well, let’s just say my daughter must have had more than her share of popsicles, because the sensation of her mouth locking over the tip of my dick was utterly fabulous.  I groaned in ecstasy, my eyes leaving the sight of my wife sucking our son's dick for the sight of our daughter sucking mine.  Her tiny blonde head bobbed up and down in my lap and I ran my fingers through her silky hair.  

The girl was good, especially since she had just told me she had never done this before.  I had to use all my willpower to stop from driving her head as far down as it would go and choking her.  To distract me from cumming immediately, I looked up, and watched as my wife climbed on top of Jason, slid one hand between them, and aimed it carefully into her pussy.  He bucked up, driving his shaft fully into the pussy that had given birth to him.

My son was fucking my wife.  A surge of jealousy washed through me, consuming everything around me.  My hands tightened in the hair in my lap.  Angel voiced a muffled protest, and I looked down, startled.  Here I was, jealous that my seventeen year old son was boffing his mother/my wife, when here I sat, getting the best blowjob in my life from my ten year old daughter!  I burst out laughing.

"Why are you laughing?" Angel asked, a hurt look in her eyes.  

"I'm not laughing at you, darling," I assured her.  "I'm laughing at how silly I can be."

"Oh," she said, not convinced, and turned her head.  She happened to glance at the computer, and gasped.  "What's mommy doing to Jason?"

"Well," I said, standing her up in front of me.  She was getting tall, almost a head taller than me standing there while I was sat.  She was the perfect height - her chest was level with my chin.  I looked in her eyes.  "Mommy and Jason are playing a grown-up game that Mommies and Daddies are only supposed to play together."  I reached around her and hit the key that started recording the camera footage.  "Mommies and Daddies aren't supposed to play those games with their kids, but it does happen sometimes” (Did you notice I wasn't giving in to my baser instincts yet?  That didn't happen for another minute or so!)

"What happens if they do those things?"

"Well, the mommies and daddies go to jail if anyone finds out."

She turned around to look at the screen.  "Will mommy go to jail now?"

"Not if we don't tell anyone," I said as my son started shaking, obviously mid orgasm.  We watched as my wife climbed off Jason, and you could tell the bastard wasn't using a condom.  

"If mommy and Jason can play those games, can we play them too?"

My heart started thumping in my chest.  I couldn't believe my innocent little daughter just asked me that question.  "Only if you really want to," I stammered.

"How do I know if I want too?" she asked.

I placed one hand over the clasp of her jeans.  "You get a tickly feeling right here," I explained, "and right here." I slid my hand down to cover her zipper.  

"I do feel funny, does that mean I'm ready?"

"It might.  There is one thing, though.  Remember when you said you didn't want to be naked in front of your brother?"

Angel nodded.  

"Well, if you decide you want to play like mommies and daddies, you'll need to be naked in front of me.  Will that be ok?"

"Only if it's you, daddy," Angel said in a small voice.  

To Angel, the images on the screen had ceased to matter, and I only caught a glimpse here and there.  Most of my attention was on this beautiful little girl standing before me, telling me she wanted to have sex.  I did, however, notice that my son had crawled over his mother's prone body and had assumed the missionary position.  Damn, that kid had stamina.

"If you're sure," I said, kissing her lips.  

"I'm sure, but I don't know what to do," she said softly.  

"Do you want me to help?" I asked.  Angel nodded.

"Well, since I don't have any clothes on, maybe you should start by taking yours off."  She nodded, and I slipped my hands down her arms and to the hem of her tank top shirt.  I pushed it up her torso, baring her flat stomach first, and then the nipples I hadn't seen since I gave her a bath last, almost four years ago.  I was surprised to see small bumps that would be called breasts in the near future.  She held her arms over her head, allowing me to slip the cloth over her head and off her body.

I dropped it to the floor as she dropped her arms.  She made an instinctive move to cover her nipples, but then let her arms drop to her sides.  "Oh, baby, you're beautiful," I breathed, slipping my hands behind the small of her back and pulled her to me.  I softly kissed her right nipple and then her left, reveling in the shudder that ran through her little body.  

"Oh, daddy, that felt good," she gasped, pulling my head tight against her chest.  I greedily started nursing on her left nipple, feeling the rapid patter of her heart just under the skin.

I continued suckling on her baby breast for a few minutes, then switched back to her right.  My hands started straying from her back, both up to her shoulder blades and down to her denim-covered ass.  I squeezed her ass-cheeks, pulling her slim hips toward me and my naked throbbing dick.  

I did the toughest thing in my life so far and pulled my lips off her nipples.  I looked at her face and waited for her to open her eyes.  When I had her attention, I moved her away from me.  "We can stop now, if you want," I said.  "At this point, nothing has really happened yet, so if you want to stop, we can, and we never have to say anything about it, ever again."

Angel didn't even give it a seconds worth of thought.  She pulled my head back to her nascent breasts.  I didn't stay there long, though.  I pushed her back again, my hands drifting from the small of her back to the button on her jeans.  With a quick flick of my fingers, the button released, and I slid my finger down the zipper to undo it.  I felt her warmth against my finger, and I used my other hand to peel her jeans off.  

Angel stepped out of her jeans and stood before me, wearing only Hello Kitty panties.  I hooked my thumbs on either side of the waistband and looked into her baby-blue eyes.  She nodded her head, just once, and I pulled her panties to her ankles.

There in front of me was the cutest little pussy I had ever seen.  Smooth as silk with the tiniest bit of blonde peach fuzz over the clit ridge.  "Have you ever played with yourself?" I asked her.

"Well, I play dolls and stuff," she started, but stopped when I shook my hand.  

"I meant with this," I said, running one finger over her pussy.  She shook her head.

I was dealing with a 100% virgin.

I took her hand and guided it to her pussy.  "This is called a clit, baby, and if you rub it, you'll feel really good," I said.  Her hips bucked forward at the feel of her fingers on her clit.  "Very good baby, but I know something that feels better than fingers there."  

Angel looked at me in disbelief.  "There can't be anything that feels better than that," she moaned.

"Hop up on the desk," I said, moving the monitor and laptop out of the way.  She sat on the desk, her ass at the edge and lithe legs dangling down.  "Spread your legs, baby."

She spread her legs, giving me an even better view of her little pussy.  I leaned over, licked my lips, and then started licking hers.  The taste was indescribable - it was the first time I had ever tasted virgin pussy, and was probably going to be the last - if my ten year old was actually going to let me have my way with her.  I licked deeply, plunging my tongue into her quivering body.  She clung to my head with both her legs and arms wrapped in a vice grip around my head.  Even if I had been stupid and wanted to stop eating her preteen pussy, I wouldn't have been able to.  

I probably ate her out for thirty minutes, but I lost all track of time.  I counted five orgasms, though.  

By the time I sat up, Angel's body was shuddering, her pussy dripping with my saliva and her juices.  I glanced at the monitor, noticed Karen and Jason sixty-nining each other, and knew we had plenty of time before those rabbits got through.

I stood in between those pretty little legs, moving right up against her pussy.  My dick was dancing on her flat stomach in beat with my heart.  "Angel, baby," I said, waiting until she opened her eyes.  "I need to know if you've started your period yet, baby."

"What's period?"

"It's when you bleed from here," I said, running my finger down her slit, "every month.  If you have, I need to be careful so you don't have a baby."

"I don't remember bleeding there," she said.

"And you're sure you want to do this?  The first time can hurt."

"But you'll be careful, right daddy?"

"Yes, baby, I will be gentle."

She looked at me nervously, biting her lip momentarily before nodding.  I pulled back a little, lined up the head of my dick with her slick slit, and pressed forward.  I watched as the flesh of her tiny pussy first bunched, then split to allow the invading head of my dick.  Angel moaned in pleasure, and I watched as my dick disappeared inside my ten year old daughter centimeter by centimeter.

In moments I reached an impasse, stopped by her hymen.  "Here I go, baby," I said.  I flicked her clit with one thumb and drove my hips forward, breaking her hymen and burying myself to the root in one swift motion.  Angel cried out in pain, and I stopped all motion.  "Tell me when you're ready, baby, ok?"

She nodded, tears beading in her eyes.  I ran my hands over her body as I waited, roaming from her belly to her tiny breasts to her arms and back down her skinny body, until she looked at me  and said she was ready.  I grasped her by her hips, still narrow with youth, and started pumping into her.  I alternated my speed, feeling her pussy pulse with orgasm after orgasm.  Finally, her tight pussy drove me over the edge into an earth-shattering orgasm, and I filled her preteen pussy to overflowing.  As I stood there, pressed firmly into her body, cum seeped past my dick and out of her pussy.  

Angel lay there trembling, her tiny breasts covered with sweat and heaving with sweat, cum seeping from her pussy stained red with virginal blood.  I picked up her head and hugged her body to mine, not yet ready to remove my dick from her pussy, and kissed her.  She responded, exhausted and out of breath, but smiling.  I hugged her tightly to me, enjoying the feel of her pebble size nipples pressing into my chest.

"I love you, baby," I breathed into her ear.

"I love you too, daddy," she whispered into mine.  "That was wonderful.  Can we do it again sometime?"

"Yes, baby.  Whenever you know your mommy is busy with Jason, we can do this and more."

"Ohh, goody," she said, wrapping her legs around my waist, her pussy clenching around my dick.  

"I'm looking forward to it too," I said, slowly pulling out of her.  I looked down and realized her lower body was covered with cum and blood.  "Why don't you go and take a shower, Angel."

She sat up and looked at the door to the hallway.  "Could I use the shower in here?" she asked, pointing to the door at the opposite corner of the room.  

"You can, but the door is clear glass."

"That's ok, daddy.  I wouldn't mind if you watched."

Bemused, I watched as she stood up and walked naked across my office.  She looked over her shoulder, smiled, and said, "Well, are you coming?"

"I'll be there in a minute," I said.  She walked into the bathroom and started running the water.  I walked over to door to the hallway, opened the door and hung the sign that told the rest of the family I was busy at work and was not to be disturbed.  I then walked into the bathroom after my daughter.

She stood there, water cascading down her body, soap providing a cover that was more erotic than nudity.  Instead of being satisfied by just watching her, I opened the door and stepped in behind her.  I can say she was surprised; she jumped and would have fallen if not for my arms wrapped around her thin frame.  My rehardened dick pressed against the middle of her back, and I had to lean forward to touch her soaped pussy.  I rubbed her clit, playing with her breast with my other hand, keeping her pressed as tight against me as I could.  

I leaned against the wall, reveling in the slight weight of my ten year old daughter.  I slouched down until my hard dick ran down the crack of her tiny ass, and used the hand diddling her clit to pull her body hard against me.  

"Daddy, did you want to play again?  Already??"

"Always," I breathed into her hair.  She turned in my arms, and I helped her jump up.  I stood, turned around, and pinned my daughter against the shower wall, lowering her into position, and plunged my dick deep into her.  I fucked her hard against the wall, perhaps harder than I should, but Angel seemed to enjoy not only the sex, but the urgency I showed as well.  I massaged her ass cheeks as I fucked her, easing one finger into her asshole, which made her squirm against the wall, and made me fill her pussy once more with her daddy's cum.  

After the orgasmic spasms ceased, I slowly let her down to the floor.  I leaned over and she kissed my lips in the close-lipped, innocent little-girl kiss that I was used to.  "I love you, daddy," she said.  "If we can get mommy to go to the store tomorrow, we can play again."

I looked down at her naked little body, her perfect little breast-bumps, and her almost hairless little pussy.  "We might even be able to get them to leave for the weekend," I said, smiling.

Angel smiled up at me.  "Good.  I would like to spend all weekend by ourselves!"

I had a feeling this was just the beginning of the best years of my life!
