Author: JojoMojo
Title: A River Runs Through It
Part: 1
Universe: Vignette
Summary:  Plans for a fishing trip with her Uncle Tim and cousin Meghan call for special preparation. 
Keywords: 



A River Runs Through It - 
   a fantasy vignette by JojoMojo  
     
(Mg, ped, voy?, cons)



The following is completely and without a doubt a fictional account, 100 percent fantasy.  That said, as I write, I reflect on the things that I experienced as a child, what felt good and what did not.  Those experiences had a profound effect, and for the most part, I look back on them fondly.

Caring, fun, ecstasy is what I'm interested in, for all involved, or it's not worth doing or writing about. 

Copyright ©2011 by the author


She stood waiting, legs pressed against the side of the unmade bed, back to her Daddy, sleeping shirt gathered in her hands as he had instructed.  The morning sun shining through the shaded windows bathed the room in a warm amber light.  The air was cool against her bare legs raising goose flesh.  The fact is, she felt a little anxious at this turn of events, doing things that felt familiar but at the same time new and a little unsettling.  

She and Daddy had started their special play times earlier that year.  

When she entered the second grade her Mommy decided to take a part time job.  With the new job, her Mommy had to work Saturdays several times a month.  Leaving early in the morning was quite a change from being a stay at home mom who often had pancakes waiting on Saturday mornings.  Worried that she would wake and be frightened finding the house quiet and Mommy gone, it was decided that Mommy would put her in bed with Daddy before she left for work.  That way she would wake up and find him near.  Mommy was right, it was nice to wake up in the big bed with the morning sunlight washing over them, warm and cuddled up next to Daddy.

She and Daddy soon started a new tradition, spending a leasurely morning watching TV in bed before making their way downstairs for a late breakfast.  What had started with back rubs prgressed slowly and in what seemed a natural way, to the special touching that Daddy said was their secret.  Now she was used to waking up drowsey and aroused, feeling his "special" kisses on her kitty or just soft rubbing.  She loved her Daddy and their special play time, but today was different.

Last night her parents told her about the surprise fishing trip they had planned with Uncle Tim and Meghan.  She felt a tingle of excitement at seeing Meghan.  Meghan was already in the fifth grade and knew a lot of things.  She was smart and fun to be with and always acted like a perfect big sister.  But, they didn't get to spend much time together because Uncle Tim, Aunt Barbara and Meghan lived a long ways away.  

This time the Mommies were going to spend a special weekend together, shopping and relaxing.  So she, Daddy, Uncle Tim and Meghan were going on a  fishing trip, just dads and their girls.

She was so excited that she spent the rest of the evening making a card that said "See you soon Meghan and Uncle Tim" with lots of hearts and a picture of two daddies and their girls fishing on it.  Now that she was in the second grade she could write all the words by herself, with only a little help.  She used her best printing with some glitter pens to make it sparkle.

That morning had started as many Saturdays did, half waking in the dark as Mommy put her in bed with Daddy.  Falling back into the warmth of her dreams, held close by Daddy.  Then slowly waking up to Daddy's special rubbing.  The way he touched her always made her feel warm and excited all at the same time.  With her eyes closed, she slowly transitioned from her dreams, aware of him curled around her as he rubbed.  She lay on her back with one leg thrown across his, enjoying the feelings his fingers caused as she breathed in the special smell that told her without even opening her eyes that she was in bed with him.

Later in life she would identify the scent as a mixture of sweat, Old Spice, tobacco and soap.  But at this point in life it was just "the Daddy smell".  She loved to lay in the bed surrounded by him.  

Once she was fully awake, Daddy explained as he continued to rub, his hand inside her panties tracing around her kitty, that he needed to take some  pictures of her to send to Uncle Tim before they met for the fishing trip.  

She wondered why Uncle Tim needed pictures since he already knew what she looked like.  After all they had just visited  last summer, and they always sent him her school pictures, but she didn't ask.  When Daddy got out of bed and reached for the camera that was sitting on the night stand, she wished he could at least wait to take the pictures until after their special play time was over.

Daddy helped her out of bed and into position, standing against the bed, back to him, but looking over her shoulder.  He took a couple of pictures, laughingly reminding her to smile, calling her his little sleepy head.  Next he had her pull her sleeping shirt up above her waist.  When she heard the camera click as he took more picturs she started to feel a little uncomfortable.  After all, her panties were showing and that just didn't seem right.  Daddy had told her their special play time was a secret.

Daddy praised her, saying she was doing a great job.  She loved it when he complimented her, and his words helped her to relax a little bit.  He walked over and knelt by her side, rubbing her bottom in that special way he did during their play time, fingers lingering at the top of her thighs.  He had her hold her shirt up while he pulled her panties half way down.  As he returned to the camera and took some more pictures, she turned to look at him over her shoulder, a question in her eyes.  He smiled and told her she was the prettiest thing he'd ever seen.

"Does Meghan do pictures like this?" she asked in a small voice, trying to gain a sense of confidence in what they were doing.

He smiled, "Of course she does," he said with a smile.  "That's why we're taking pictures.  To show Uncle Tim that you've grown up since he last saw you and that you do stuff like Meghan does."  That Meghan did pictures like this made her feel better, not a lot better but a little bit.  It still didn't make sense.

Next her Daddy had her turn around and face him while holding her shirt up so he could take more pictures. He moved in close, taking pictures of her Kitty. Then he had her take her panties all the way off and stand this time with her legs a little apart; first against the bed with her back to him looking over her shoulder, then turning around to face him again.  The camera clicked away recording her every move.  

When he said softly, "You're doing really good honey, now lay back on the bed and spread your legs," that's when the butterflies of uncertainty started in earnest.  It wasn't the fact that he asked her to take her panties off and lay on the bed, they did that on most Saturdays, it was the intrusion of the camera and knowing that Uncle Tim would see the pictures that made her anxious.

As she climbed onto the bed and turned onto her back, she asked again, "Does Meghan do this too?" a slight quaver of uncertanty in her voice.  She was half afraid he would be mad at her for asking again.  Instead he smiled again from behind the camera. 

"She and Uncle Tim have special play time just like we do," he said gently, "Only they do some things that we haven't tried yet.  Of course Meghan is three whole years older than you so that's to be expected."   "Maybe she can teach you some things when we go fishing," he suggested, making it seem like the most natural thing to do.

His answer gave her pause.  She had never considered that other girls might play with their Daddies as she did.  She thought that since it was a secret that they must be the only ones who did it.  This new knowledge gave her the confidence she needed.  If Meghan did it too, then it must be something big girls do.  So she lay back on the bed and spread her legs the way she he had taught her to.

The camera clicked as Daddy took more pictures.  As she lay on the bed trying not to be nervous she could smell him on the sheets and that familiar scent made her more comfortable, made what they were doing seem more ok.  He stopped taking pictures for a moment and looked from behind the camera.  "Can you hold yourself open for me, honey?" he asked quietly.  His voice sounded husky, like it did on Saturdays after they had been playing for a while.

She reached down with both hands, not sure she really wanted to comply and traced up and down her kitty a little bit before pulling it open with her fingers.  "That's good, really nice" her Daddy half whispered as he took more pictures.  Then he reached over to the bedside table and picked up the card she had made the night before.  She hadn't noticed it there and wondered how it got from the dining room to the bedroom.  He had her hold it on her belly, and lay with her legs apart.  "Smile," he said as he took a few more pictures.

His hand was warm as he rubbed her tummy before taking the card from her hand and putting it back on the table.  He rubbed her kitty a little bit, making her feel good, tingles eminating from his finger tips.  After a little bit, he had her turn over and put her bottom in the air.  This was her favorite position for play time.  When she would lay like this, Daddy would usually kiss her all over "from stem to stern" he would say with a chuckle.  All she knew was it felt really good.  The sheets felt soft against her cheek as he took more pictures, encouraging her as the camera clicked.  

"Now," he paused for a second then whispered, "can you reach back like we learned last week?"  Her heart hammered when he asked.  She had half expected him to ask, but it was somewhat new territory, exciting and a little scary at the same time.  She put two fingers into her mouth, covering them with saliva like he had shown her.  Then she traced down the small of her back and continued between her cheeks with her slippery middle finger, stopping when she felt the wrinkled pucker of her anus. 

Daddy had moved around taking pictures from different angles as she obeyed his request.  When her finger found the pucker, he moved behind her again. 

The camera clicked as she traced a circle around the wrinkles, enjoying the texture, different from the soft skin in the cleft above it.  She circled the pucker several times, working to gain her confidence, half afraid it might hurt.  Finally, she took a deep breath and pushed firmly against the pucker.  Slowly her finger slipped into the hole, the feeling as the tip entered her still a new sensation.  She remembered what he had taught her and kept pushing slowly until she had the finger almost all the way inside and held it there.  

Now she felt excited and a little bit naughty, her finger making her bottom feel kind of full and achy and good all at the same time.  Her other hand slipped as if of its own accord, under her tummy up to her kitty and began to rub on the special spot he had taught her about when they first started playing.  The camera clicked several more times and then fell silent.  

The sensation of her finger as she pressed it into the pucker, triggeted memories of last weekend, the new sensations she had experienced with her Daddy guiding her hands replayed in her mind.  Almost as a backdrop to the memories, she heard the sound of cloth sliding against skin behind her, and then the rustle as it was dropped to the floor.  She felt the bed move as her Daddy knelt behind her.  The camera clunked as it was dropped on the bedside table.  "I think that's enough pictures for now," he said in a husky voice.  

The prickly sensation of his chin against her bottom made her tingle as he started kissing her buns.






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