How Karen Spent her Summer Vacation, Part II 

"Testing the Water" 
(P-M1g1, H-AH, I-Mf)
An erotic story by Katryna
Last updated 12/17/06 

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Karen Michaels sat naked on her bed, staring at the TV, watching a Disney movie 
she'd grabbed at random --the Lion King, she remembered--while she waited for 
her daddy to finish the rest of his work and come kiss her goodnight. The pudgy 
nine year old, a third grader for all of four more days, shivered happily, 
smiling, as she thought back to the events of that warm, wonderful Sunday. She'd 
enjoyed swimming; she always did. Today had been even better, though, because 
she'd had her daddy apply plenty of sunscreen to her chubby little body, and he'd 
done a really good job. 

Her smile widened and she shivered again as she thought about it. He'd helped 
her apply sunblock before, when she was younger, but she felt much better about 
this time. He'd spent plenty of time rubbing it all over her body, but he'd been 
especially thorough with the really tender places, that would really hurt if 
they got burned. Especially between her legs, she reflected with a giggle. The 
best part was the care he'd taken to protect her bottom; he'd squirted a lot of 
sunblock into it and used his finger to work it in, so that she wouldn't get 
burned up in there, or so they had said. 

She wasn't sure she bought that, though; not only did it seem wrong but she'd 
heard her daddy and other adults referring to the place up in there as "where 
the sun doesn't shine." She'd certainly been glad about getting protected so 
well, but there was something more. She thought about it again, and shivered; 
regardless of the sunblock, him touching her body had felt good. Him touching 
her thighs, her kitten, her breasts and bottom had felt better. It had been 
kinda weird when his finger slipped up into her, but she quickly got used to it, 
and it was feeling absolutely wonderful in short order. And then... 

Something had happened, she knew; she'd felt herself quivering and her anus 
gripping his finger tightly. Though the word "orgasm" lay as far out of her 
vocabulary as that of most nine year olds, something had happened that hadn't 
happened before. It reminded her a bit of the time she'd had to pee before going 
into some stupid school assembly that ran for almost an hour, and by the time it 
ended she had been within thirty seconds of asking the teacher to be excused, no 
matter what the other kids would say; she'd held off because, while their 
ridicule didn't exactly go to her heart, she wasn't going to throw them any 
bones, either. 

Besides, she liked the feeling of being strong, in control of herself, and she'd 
felt a vaguely similar sense of relief--outright pleasure, really--when she 
finally got to the girls' room and cut loose. Of course, she reflected, judging 
by what had happened at the pool, she liked losing control too. She giggled a 
little at that thought, remembering how she'd felt as her breathing calmed, and 
how she'd been a bit disappointed when his finger finally left her. But she had 
been ready to swim, to get her fat--as she habitually and almost proudly 
described herself, at least when it was just the two of them--little body into 
the nice cool water. 

Her daddy was obviously busy and she didn't want to bother him for a lengthy 
explanation at the time, but she'd intended to ask him about it later. She'd 
quickly forgotten about that, however, as she reveled in the water. She wasn't 
sure how long she'd been swimming before Mr. Evans came out again, but it seemed 
like a while. She was a bit concerned about the sunblock washing off, and had 
asked Mr. Evans to help her put some more on. He'd agreed, after making sure she 
was all right with it, and she'd brought the bottle over to the chain link fence 
separating their properties. 

The other fences were six feet high and wood; the chain link was a consequence 
of the property having been subdivided, and it suited her just fine. She never 
minded swimming naked in front of Mr. Evans, and was closer to enjoying than 
objecting to the amount of time he spent watching her when she did so, but the 
neighbors on the other side, the Fishers, were kinda snotty. They didn't have 
kids or a pool, and rarely spent time out in their yard; she wasn't even sure 
why they'd dropped money on one that size. Appearances, maybe, she thought; the 
husband was some workaholic and the wife some sort of social butterfly. "Or 
birdbrain," she thought with a chuckle, before recalling that some birds, like 
crows, were as intelligent as apes, which she wasn't convinced was true of Mrs. 
Fisher. Still...yeah, she could give her the benefit of the doubt; she was a 
generous girl, after all. "Birdbrain" it was. 

Karen didn't feel like dwelling on that, though. She'd rather think about the 
sunblocking she'd gotten. The girl had been grateful that he'd agreed to help 
her, but she had been a bit disappointed, expecting that he wouldn't do as good 
a job as her daddy did. She wasn't sure he had, either, but he'd been mostly 
bending over the chain link fence and they'd had to improvise a bit for him to 
get all of her. Nevertheless, she'd enjoyed it immensely, and he'd been as 
careful with her kitten and her bottom as her daddy had been. He'd even, she 
thought with a delighted smile, given her another one of those feelings like her 
daddy had, when he was rubbing sunblock onto her kitten and up inside her bottom, 
like when her daddy had done so. 

It was different, she thought, in a few ways. His finger felt bigger than her 
daddy's had, even though it didn't look much different when she'd seen it. 
Mainly, though, she'd felt it moving inside her a little differently--almost 
wiggling a little, she thought--as she'd been having that feeling, and she'd 
felt a delightful sort of warmth up inside her bottom. It didn't quite make 
sense to her, but it had been nice. She thought maybe she'd ask him about it 
sometime, though. Or her daddy. Her daddy seemed to know everything. 

After Mr. Evans helped her put on sunblock he'd gone back inside, and she'd swam 
for a little longer before she began feeling like she had to poop. She'd gone 
upstairs without bothering to dry off, plopped her bottom down on the toilet, 
and pushed out a gooey mess of poop, sunblock, and, unbeknownst to her, quite a 
bit of Mr. Evans' sperm. She'd heard the term sperm before when her daddy had 
given her a brief explanation of how babies were made ("a man and woman love 
each other--or should," he'd added, "--and the man's sperm goes inside the woman 
and combines with her egg and makes a baby"). She had no concept of what the 
stuff was, however, nor that it was linked to pleasure as well as babies, and in 
any case she hadn't paid any attention to the goop she'd pushed out of her 
bottom. 

After she'd wiped herself she headed downstairs and almost literally dragged her 
daddy away from his work to go swimming, like he'd promised. She was really 
looking forward to swimming with him, but beyond that he seemed out of sorts, 
and she'd figured he could use a break. She hadn't wanted him to take the time 
to go get his swimsuit, and besides, she preferred it when they swam naked 
together; she refused to wear a swimsuit but he always made some excuse about 
people seeing and getting "the wrong idea." She wasn't sure how any idea that 
felt this right could be wrong, though. Still, people got funny ideas sometimes, 
so she usually didn't give him a hard time. 

He'd followed her outside and stripped while she dived into the pool, then 
joined her. He'd acted a little weird, as if something was bothering him. When 
she told him that Mr. Evans had helped her apply sunblock, he'd asked very 
pointedly if she was okay with that, and if it had hurt. It hadn't, of course. 
She wondered why--her thoughts were interrupted as her father's knuckles rapped 
on the door, and she reached for the remote to pause the movie. For a long time 
her daddy had insisted on knocking on her door, even though she never minded him 
coming in, no matter what she was doing. He expected her to knock on his door, 
though, which she thought was a little strange, but she knew better than to take 
it personally. Still, it kinda bugged her. Sure, everyone else wanted their 
doors knocked on, but it wasn't like they were strangers. 

Jim Michaels opened the door a moment later; the knock was purely a courtesy 
gesture,since he had no reason to expect that she would ever want to keep him 
out. He was in his bathrobe; she knew he wore nothing under it at night. She 
smiled brightly like she always did, naked as she usually was when it was time 
for bed. "Remember, pumpkin, you got school tomorrow," He told her, pointing at 
the clock, which read 09:04 PM. "Time to go to bed." He was pretty tolerant, 
even permissive in many respects, but he insisted she keep a regular bedtime 
because he knew from experience that she responded quite poorly to not getting 
enough sleep. 

"Aww...c'mon there's only like ten minutes left," She pleaded, smiling up at him 
sweetly, her dimpled cheeks positively radiant. 

"Honey, come on..." 

"Pleeeaassseeee?" 

He sighed and shook his head, inevitably acquiescing as he always did to any of 
her reasonable requests. "Fine," He said, and turned toward the door. "But your 
lights better be out in ten minutes, pumpkin." 

"Why don't'cha watch with me?" She asked, smiling. "Then ya can make sure I go t'bed." 

"Good idea, pumpkin," He said with a smile. He walked to the bed and climbed up 
onto it, sitting beside her. She snuggled up next to him and he wrapped an arm 
around her shoulders. She shivered slightly and nuzzled him as she started the 
movie again. He felt her soft, warm body next to him, pressed against his left 
side, her right hand resting lightly on his outer thigh. He swallowed, feeling 
himself starting to stir. 

They watched it in silence, father and daughter holding each other 
affectionately. He smiled, feeling warm and fuzzy, but still a little confused 
from earlier. He would need time to sort things out, and especially his feelings 
on the matter. While he'd mostly made up his mind about what happened earlier, 
he was still uneasy and a bit confused. And, he realized, he was rapidly 
becoming erect as well. He swallowed, trying to will it away, but the memories 
of his daughter writhing and throbbing around his finger as she gasped and 
whimpered happily in what he took to be her first orgasm, and later of watching 
Mr. Evans sodomize her through the fence, imagining the older man's cock 
twitching deep in the girl's body as he watched their faces contorting in 
ecstasy, wishing--he bit back a gasp of angry disbelief as he derailed that 
train of thought. Helping put sunblock on her was one thing, and so was turning 
a blind, or even permissive, eye to the apparently harmless play between his 
child and their neighbor, but... 

Her voice brought him out of the agonized revery, though he missed what she was 
saying. "Huh?" He asked. "Sorry pumpkin, I was just thinking..." He realized he 
was at least halfway erect at this point. 

"Oh...I was just wondering what was wrong...you looked...I dunno, troubled, I 
guess," She asked him, obviously concerned. 

"Just...kinda worried about some stuff at work," He lied, and he could tell by 
her face that she surmised as much. She was kind of hurt by this, but mostly 
confused. His daughter knew full well that he would never lie to her without a 
good reason; it occurred to him that he hoped she was right. "No...it's...something 
else...too..." He added. 

"Daddy please you can tell me," She said, enunciating it without any "comma" 
pauses and almost as a single word. She put her left hand on his arm, turning 
towards him in the process so that her right one slide up his thigh slightly. He 
swallowed again at the touch, feeling himself stiffening further, almost visible 
under the loose robe, and hugged her tight. 

"Not tonight, pumpkin. It's a long story and you've got school to get to in the 
morning." 

"Aww...all right daddy. Hope ya feel better." She hugged him back, pressing her 
naked body against him, and he felt his cock pushing up the bathrobe a bit. He 
kissed her cheek, smiled and hurriedly got to his feet, turning away to try and 
hide it. 

"Goodnight, pumpkin," He said over his shoulder, watching her naked body 
disappear under the tangled mess she always made of her blankets. Though he'd 
have expected to feel relief, he instead found himself somewhat disappointed. 
His erection never faltered, frustratingly enough. 

"Night daddy," She replied, resting her head on the pillow. She closed her eyes, 
and he smiled. She looked so sweet and innocent, not at all like a girl who'd 
been fucked--he couldn't suspend disbelief to call it "rape," though the law 
certainly would, and he was wondering whether "molest" was accurate in spirit 
either--in the ass just a few hours earlier. He shook his head, kicking himself 
for mentally phrasing it that way, as if she were a character in some random 
internet smut story. He wondered idly what she would think of the connotation, 
then kicked himself again. 

He flicked the switch, turning her lights off, leaving the room in darkness. He 
waited for a moment to see if she stirred or otherwise showed any discomfort. 
She wasn't exactly afraid of the dark ("well, maybe a little"), and though he 
knew that she found that the glow of the lava lamp on her nightstand sometimes 
helped her to sleep peacefully, he also knew that she was more than capable of 
switching it on if she needed it. Besides, he reflected, the incandescent bulb 
ate watt-hours like popcorn, and it really heated up the room; while Karen liked 
it warm, he didn't want to cook the poor girl. "No frying that bacon," He 
thought, and smiled, secure in the knowledge that Karen would have laughed good-naturedly 
if he'd said it aloud. 

Jim stepped out of his daughter's room and closed the door, sighing heavily as 
his cock, still eighty percent hard despite the distraction, slipped out between 
the folds of the robe. He reached down and grasped it, almost automatically, the 
way he had when he'd been watching through the glass window in the back door as 
Mr. Evans sodomized his daughter. He blushed slightly, feeling ashamed and 
excited at the same time, as he remembered the scene, his cock quickly hardening 
again. He'd came about the same time they did, splashing his sperm against the 
door instead of into a soft, willing little girl's bottom, and while one of his 
heads knew that was for the best, the other seemed inclined to wonder. 

Cock in hand, he headed towards his room, just down the hall. The door was 
pulled to, and he pushed it open, stepped inside, then closed it behind him. He 
untied his bathrobe, reached out and back, and shrugged his shoulders, letting 
the robe slip off his arms and settle to the ground. He looked himself over 
briefly in the mirror mounted over his dresser; his physique wasn't bad, though 
he had a bit of padding. His daughter occasionally referred to him as fat, as 
anti-pejoratively as when she called herself that, but it was less accurate a 
description of him than of her. 

He shook his head, thinking about her soft, naked body. Fat. He never quite 
understood why she was so fond of the term, especially after her classmates had 
brandished it at her so often. Perhaps adopting it took the sting out of it and 
represented a kind of triumph over the idiots, or perhaps it was a symbol of her 
self-acceptance no matter what. Hell, perhaps she just liked the sound. He didn't 
know, and while he was curious he didn't see it as a big deal. He made a note to 
ask her when she was older and more inclined to self-reflection. 

Jim stretched and flexed a bit, his cock wiggling a little with his movements 
but jutting straight out all the same. He tried to remember if Karen had ever 
seen it erect; he'd gotten most of a hard-on playing with her in the pool 
earlier that day, but managed to distract himself, and she hadn't given any 
indication that she noticed anything peculiar, so either she was used to and at 
ease with erect guys or she'd been oblivious. Or, perhaps, it was new to her, 
but not so strange that she was inclined to gawk or bug him about it. 

The image of Mr. Evans sodom--buttfucking--his sweet little girl swam into his 
mind again. He gasped softly, almost a moan, as he unconsciously grasped his 
cock once more. Holding it firmly, he walked to the bed and pulled back the 
covers, then slid in under them. He pulled them up to just below his balls, 
making sure they fit snugly under them, the began to stroke himself. He didn't 
try to fight the fantasies this time; there wasn't any harm in them, he supposed, 
so long as he didn't act on them...and it seemed to be a losing battle anyway. 
He thought of Mr. Evans plunging into her, feeling his pleasure building quickly 
as he envisioned the older man's cock slipping deep into Karen, spreading the 
sunblock all over up inside her bottom. He wondered, briefly, how it must feel 
to Karen, then shrugged; judging by her visible reaction it had felt pretty damn 
good. 

He stroked and breathed faster as he remembered the older man pushing into the 
girl faster as his hand worked between her legs, in what was clearly a conscious 
effort to bring her to orgasm either before or as he had his own. That had 
gained a lot of points with Jim, though he hadn't yet fully admitted it to 
himself. He could believe, he reflected, that his neighbor had been closer to "making 
love with" Karen than "using" her. As he felt the growing heat and pressure in 
his balls and the base of his cock he clearly pictured the ecstatic look on the 
girl's face as she'd experienced what he assumed to be only her second orgasm, 
imagining her soft, chubby bottom pulsing and clenching around his cock as he 
buried himself in his daughter's rear--his eyes widened as he attempted to 
derail that train of thought, but his cock was already twitching, spewing the 
first rope of sperm into the air. "Fuck it," He thought, and resumed picturing 
that as he gasped and grunted, closing his eyes tightly as he came, hard. 

When it was over he lay back, panting, for almost a full minute before he 
collected himself enough to reach for the kleenexes and wipe up the mess his 
arousal had made of his hand, cock, balls, stomach, and chest, as well as the 
few drops that hit the sheet. He set up and tossed the kleenexes into the trash 
can, then lay back, his shoulder brushing something slimy. He looked, stared for 
a moment in disbelief, then shook his head as he reached for a fresh kleenex to 
wipe up the glob dripping down the headboard. Halfway through, he paused, 
curious. He'd never...hmmm...but he wasn't...oh, why not, it was his own. Jim 
leaned forward and tentatively licked the goo from the headboard, tasting mostly 
the saltiness he'd always heard about. It had something of an aftertaste, too, 
he noticed as he swallowed it, though he couldn't quite identify it. 

His brow furrowed as he thought over events again. He'd promised Karen that he'd 
talk to Mr. Evans and see about arranging for him to help her with her sunscreen 
more often. Really, he thought, he had no doubt that Karen and Mr. Evans would 
be perfectly capable of making their own arrangements for that part; the promise 
of talking had been to assuage his conscience. He wondered what he would say, 
though. He could imagine pretty well how such a meeting would go. "Blah, blah, 
blah, news, the game, the weather, oh, by the way, I saw you fucking my daughter 
in the ass, and it's ok with me as long--wait, come back! Ah, shit..." He shook 
his head and sighed. 

Well, one thing did come to mind. Once the awkward introduction of the topic was 
out of the way he was going to request a current HIV test records from Mr. Evans. 
"And if they turn out positive," he thought, "I really will skin him alive." 
Somehow he doubted it would turn out that way, though. Mr. Evans had lived alone 
as long as he'd known him, and except for occasional visits by his grown son and 
daughters and grandchildren, he didn't seem to have much in the way of visitors. 

Jim Michaels nestled down among the blankets, pulling them up to his underarm, 
and closed his eyes. In a matter of minutes he was sleeping as peacefully as his 
daughter. He remembered little of his dreams when he woke the next morning, but 
he found his sheets sticky where he'd orgasmed in his sleep, and he had vague 
recollections of cute little girl butts figuring in them. 

Monday and tuesday passed mostly uneventfully; Karen's teacher, perhaps bitter 
about the encroaching summer, had piled a lot of homework onto her, so that she 
had little time for swimming. She was understandably disheartened about this, 
but she seemed to hold up well enough. He didn't have a chance to talk to Mr. 
Evans due to a similarly excessive workload, or at least so he told himself. 

In truth he was avoiding the conversation, and he knew it. Thinking about it 
kept him up at night; he knew he had a responsibility to his daughter to keep 
her safe, and the conversation he promised would be primarily toward that end. 
He knew that she and Mr. Evans were perfectly capable of making their own 
arrangements for their "special fun"--they already had, after all--and he was 
mainly concerned about her safety. He knew the conversation was probably 
perfunctory; the man obviously paid at least as much attention to the girl's 
enjoyment as his own, and she hadn't been hurt at all--according to her, at 
least, he thought. Be he hadn't seen any indication of pain or discomfort from 
her while their neighbour was sodomizing her, just pure pleasure and delight. He 
smiled involuntarily. 

So why didn't he just get the damn conversation over with? He was sitting at the 
table about five-thirty in the afternoon on Wednesday, his head in his hands, 
his forgotten paperwork spread out in front of him, immersed in these thoughts 
when Karen came padding down the stairs in her panties and t-shirt, a big smile 
on her face and a spring in her step. The spring and smile both faltered as she 
saw him. "Daddy?" She asked as she crossed the kitchen to the table, clearly 
worried. 

"Hi pumpkin," He replied, lifting his head and giving her a tired smile. "Done 
with your homework?" 

She nodded happily, then cocked her head, looking uncertain. "Daddy...what's 
wrong?" She asked, hesitantly. 

He smiled, shaking his head. "I don't know, pumpkin," He said. He looked at her 
and smiled. "Well...how does it feel to be done with third grade in all but name?" 

She smiled warmly. "Feels nice daddy. Like there's this weight that's not hangin' 
over my head anymore!" She shivered happily, her chubby body jiggling slightly. 

He nodded. "That's good, pumpkin. I'm glad...I wish I got that kinda break from 
work." He chuckled. 

"Yeah," She replied with a smile, then stepped closer and hugged him tightly, 
pressing her chubby body against him. He shivered slightly as well and returned 
the hug, a little hesitantly. She paused. "Really, daddy, what's wrong? You can 
tell me?" 

He smiled weakly and shrugged. "I don't know, sweety. I haven't really figured 
it out myself." 

"Maybe I can help you?" She asked brightly. He smiled. 

"I dunno, pumpkin...it's..." 

She looked at him with concern, blinked, pondered for a second. Her face 
brightened slightly as something clicked in her mind. "Is...is it about Mr. 
Evans daddy?" 

He looked up, trying to keep a poker face, but his surprise and alarm at her 
inference clearly showed and confirmed her suspicions. "Um..." 

"Do you...um, not want him to help me put on sunblock any more daddy?" She asked 
nervously. 

He hesitated. He knew she'd accept his decision; she almost always did, in just 
about everything. Partly that was because of the parent-child thing and because 
she loved and respected him, but he also knew that there was more to it. He'd 
made an effort to be fair and reasonable, and even if she were arguing with one 
of his decisions at the time she always understood, later on when they were 
calmer and he explained in detail the reasoning behind his decision, and 
generally agreed. He'd proven himself in her eyes to be just, consistent, and 
benevolent, a precedent he was loath to break. Her safety would come first, he 
reminded himself. 

"I...eh. Yes and no..." He murmured, shaking his head. 

"Whatcha mean, daddy?" She asked, puzzled. 

"Well...part of me...thinks he shouldn't do...well...sunblock you..." He began. 
"But..." 

"But?" She asked, concerned but holding back disappointment, ever hopeful. He 
smiled, again involuntarily. 

"But that part...isn't making a very convincing case," He replied, and she 
nodded; he'd explained some of the details of his work as a public defender to 
her. "And...most of the rest of me...thinks it's all right...but it's worried..." 

"Worried? Why?" 

"Well...I'm just concerned about your safety...about you getting hurt...or..." 
He hesitated to say "used" because that would necessitate a lengthy, awkward 
explanation of what exactly Mr. Evans had done to her. 

"It didn't hurt at all," She replied, again puzzled. "It was nice. He got me 
really thoroughly sunblocked daddy." 

"I know, pumpkin," He replied. "I...saw you and him through the door window, 
remember?" 

"Oh...okay," She replied, smiling. "It didn't hurt," She repeated, for emphasis. 

"I believe you, pumpkin," Jim replied. "Well...if that's not an issue...it's...well, 
I guess there's nothing wrong with it...just takes some getting used to..." 

"Getting used to?" She asked. 

"Yeah. It...feels really weird honestly pumpkin...but no matter how I feel; I 
know...well, think I know...that it's all right..." 

She nodded as he stammered and smiled, cocking her head. "Why's it weird daddy? 
I dun wanna getta sunburn and it's fun having you or him puttin' sunblock on me." 

"Well...most fathers and neighbors don 't put sunblock on this way," He 
stammered. 

"What way?" 

"Well...on the parts that would be covered by a swimsuit...because on most kids 
they would be," He explained, and she nodded. 

"But I swim naked daddy...so I need it there." 

"Yeah, but me and especially Mr. Evans putting it there...and especially how 
thoroughly we sunblocked your bottom and kitty and stuff..." 

"Yeah?" Karen looked up, still puzzled, digesting what he'd told her. It was 
starting to make some sense but it was confusing. She had kinda figured that 
there was something different about what they'd done with her; getting sunblock 
applied had never been so much fun before. But she still didn't understand why 
her daddy was so hesitant about it. 

"Yeah. People...wouldn't understand..." 

"Why not?" She asked, cocking her head again. 

"Because...well...it's just something that's just...not done, at least publicly," 
He said. "People...would think it's wrong...that it's bad. They'd think we were 
bad men for helping you with sunblock like that." 

"Even though it makes me happy?" She asked, eyes wide with disbelief. He 
suppressed a smile at that. "Yes, honey," He thought. "Especially because it 
makes you happy." 

"Yeah," He replied. 

"That's ridiculous!" She exclaimed, shaking her head in mixed amazement and 
disgust. After a moment she looked pensive and giggled a bit. "So it's kinda 
like me being fat, huh?" She asked, grinning. 

He nodded and smiled. "Sort of, pumpkin, but... people would have more of a 
problem with this. Much, much more of a problem," He said, and shivered. He'd 
defended a couple of accused child molesters before, which had got him a lot of 
flak, though the fact that he'd refused requests for his services by over a 
dozen others seemed to be lost on his critics. A man of generally impeccable 
morals ("aside from molesting my daughter," he thought, with a hint of amusement), 
he refused to defend anyone unless he truly believed them to be innocent of any 
*wrongdoing*, even if they were guilty according to the letter of the law; after 
a survey of the evidence, he found that those others didn't qualify; hence, he'd 
only defended two. 

Unfortunately these had been jury trials, so he rather predictably lost both 
cases. One of the defendents he'd honestly believed was innocent even by the 
letter of the law; the jury had disagreed and he'd been killed by fellow inmates 
a year and a half into a forty-year sentence. The other he'd concluded had 
clearly done what he was accused of--had sexual relations with a 13 year old 
girl--who was happy and cheerful, albeit worried, when he first met her, but had 
been ground down by the stress of the trial, the loss of contact with the man 
she'd allegedly grown to love before they'd so much as touched, and the constant 
loaded, probing, aggressive questioning from the prosecutors, trying to force-fit 
her memories into their preconceived notions about "abuse." She'd eventually 
burst into tears on the witness stand each time they questioned her, and he'd 
felt a strange emptiness inside as he listened. 

Deep down, he reflected, he knew that their ideas were wrong, that the 
relationship between the two was not "abusive" or "coercive" beyond being 
declared such by legal fiat, an observation he'd been hesitant to introduce in 
the trial, knowing he'd likely be (figuratively) crucified by the legal 
establishment and the media, and possibly (literally) by a mob. His fists and 
teeth clenched as he thought back to that case. The defendent had been sentenced 
to several consecutive life terms, and had served thirty-seven days in jail and 
acquired a lot of bruises and several broken bones before he was released on the 
basis of a procedural technicality that the prosecution had managed to conceal 
through the trial. The head prosecutor had been hauled into court on charges of 
obstruction of justice, and the jury had exonerated him, on the grounds, reading 
between the lines, that he'd violated the law for "a good cause." As far as he 
knew the defendent and the girl, who'd be nearly 20 by now, were both fine and 
now living together, though the restraining order her parents had filed had kept 
them apart until she left home at 18 and never looked back. Her parents' 
aggressive and unreasoning push for prosecution of her lover had clearly 
alienated her from them, and he idly wondered how--and if--they would ever 
reconcile. 

"Daddy?" Karen asked, watching him with concern. "Are you ok?" 

"Just remembering something," He replied, smiling weakly. "Old case. Didn't turn 
out like I'd hoped." 

"What happened?" 

"It was a jury trial and the jury were random American citizens." 

"So? Isn't that s'posed to make sure people have a fair trial?" She asked. "That's 
what the school books said." 

He shook his head. "The schoolbooks would never admit it, but in America the 
judicial system causes at least as many problems as it solves, at least in some 
areas," He replied. "The specific problem here, the reason for both the lost 
case and society's disapproval of our sunblocking, is that a lot of people make 
decisions at a purely emotional level." She cocked her head, half-comprehending. 
"They act on what they feel without thinking," He explained. 

"But you're such a good lawyer..." She said in protest. 

"I suppose I am, but no amount of evidence or argument is gonna sway people who've 
already made up their minds and don't want to be confused by the facts," He 
responded. 

She nodded, grimacing. "Jerks," She muttered, and sighed. "But...it doesn't make 
sense. Why would they mind the sunblockin'? Do they want kids gettin' burned in 
tender places?" She suppressed a giggle despite her obvious indignation. 

"I suppose it doesn't make sense," He replied, nodding slowly as the 
implications of his response began to register. "But...um, the reason they'd 
mind...err, have they done any sex ed in school yet?" 

She shook her head, giggling. "Nuh-uh," She replied. "Tha's next year." 

He nodded, then paused. "School..." he thought, swallowing hard as he met her 
gaze. "Pumpkin...you...haven't...um, have you..." 

"...told anyone?" She finished, giggling slightly. "Heck no daddy. I figured it 
was our secret." She grinned. "You know, like you lettin' me run 'round naked." 

He smiled and nodded. "Keep it that way, pumpkin," He told her, his voice 
wavering slightly. Though phrased as an imperative, it came out sounding like a 
request. 

"I will," She replied, her brow furrowing. "But...what would happen if I didn't?" 
She cocked her head, smiling. He knew from experience that she was merely 
curious, not challenging or defying his instructions. He winced as vivid 
memories returned to him, of being chastised or worse as a child by idiot adult 
after idiot adult for being curious or simply trying to clarify their orders and 
ultimatums. H wondered idly why so many adults seemed to leave everything they 
learned from their childhoods behind when they crossed the threshold of the 
delivery room. 

"Well...the other kids would probably have a whole lot of snotty things to say 
to and about you," He said. "And Mr. Evans and I would get in a *lot* of trouble." 

"Like...jail trouble?" 

"Or worse," He said, thinking of the first accused child molester he'd defended 
in court. He closed his eyes and shuddered. 

"Jesus," She murmured. She winced slightly; he'd discouraged her swearing but 
never punished it; despite that, she seemed to limit it of her own accord. "They'd...errm...lock 
ya up for helpin' me with sunblock?" He nodded. "God...'s'like those desert 
countries where they chop people's hands off." 

"Not quite," He conceded. "Some people who get locked up because of this sorta 
thing deserve it." 

"Why?" She asked, confused. 

"Do you know what rape is?" He asked, wincing to even be discussing the subject. 

"Um...I've heard the word...and I know it's somethin' really horrible..." She 
said, pondering, then shook her head. 

"Well, you know what sex is?" 

"Sorta...somethin' men and women do to make babies," She said. 

He nodded. "Rape is when you force someone to have sex with you when they don't 
want to." She nodded, wincing. "It's one of the worst things that can happen to 
a person. And there are some people...bad people...who enjoy raping kids." 

She shuddered. "Yeah...they d'serve it all right," She said, nodding grimly. She 
looked up, confused and unbelieving. "Wait...so...people would think you raped 
me?" He nodded. "What...what the hell..." She shook her head. "But'cha didn't 
make me sex with you! There's no babies and I did want it!" She protested, 
grimacing. 

"That wouldn't matter to a jury. They wouldn't trust your word because you're a 
kid. They'd just think you didn't know any better or else you'd see things their 
way." He saw her eyes flash at that; she'd heard that sort of patronizing 
dismissal from several teachers before and it always infuriated her. 

"Jerks," She said again, and sighed. "Well...I sure won't tell anybody, daddy." 

"I appreciate it, pumpkin," He said with a grin, and she giggled. 

"So, um...where were we?" She asked. "'fore we got on this tan-gent." She 
pronounced the word with emphasis and with a "g" rather than a "j" sound; 
apparently she'd only seen it in print. It was a rhetorical question, of course; 
the kid's memory was amazing, and he smiled as she answered it almost without 
pausing. "Sunblock...yeah..." She paused. "Umm...have ya talked to Mr. Evans?" 
She asked. 

He shook his head. "Haven't had a chance, kiddo," He replied, half-truthfully. 

She nodded. "Do you want me to not have him put sunblock on me until you've 
talked to him?" She looked at him probingly, easily putting two and two together; 
unremarkable for a budding math genius like her. 

He smiled. "I think that'd be best, pumpkin." 

"Ok," She replied, then looked up at the window. The shadows were lengthening, 
but they had a couple hours of daylight left in spite of their extended 
discussion. A look at the clock told her it was 6:33. She grinned at her father. 
"Come swimmin', willya daddy?" She smiled at him, not quite giving him puppydog 
eyes but getting close. 

"Sweetheart, I've got..." He trailed off, paused, looking into her hopeful face, 
smiled tiredly, and shook his head. "Well...all right." Jim Michaels slid out of 
his chair and pushed it in, stretching a bit as he rose to his feet. He was 
barely more dressed than she was, in a t-shirt and boxers. 

Karen squealed happily and jumped up, her chubby body jiggling. "Goody!" She 
exclaimed. "Last one out's a rotten eggs!" She yelled, and immediately raced 
toward the door. He dashed after her, catching up to her as she pushed the door 
open. Father and daughter surged out into the backyard, laughing as they raced 
to the picnic table. 

Karen immediately pulled her t-shirt up and off, tossing it aside, then grabbed 
the waistband of her stars-patterned panties, tugging them from her hips, baring 
her "fat" bottom and soft little mound. He worried less about staring than he 
had on Sunday. "C'mon, daddy," She exclaimed. "Get naked!" 

"You sure it's all right?" He asked, grinning, suppressing a chuckle. His 
daughter nodded emphatically. "Well...ok, pumpkin, if you're sure..." He laughed, 
lifting his t-shirt over his head. He pretended to get his head stuck as he was 
taking his shirt off, and he heard a giggle and the slapping of energetic bare 
feet on the cement patio. He was expecting a huge splash a moment later, but 
instead he felt a pair of little hands grabbing the waistband of his boxers, 
tugging them down. "Whoa!" He was just glad he was soft. Well...almost soft. 
Best to stop thinking about that. 

"Yer too slow daddy!" Karen announced, giggling. 

He whipped his t-shirt off, grinning at her. "Oh yeah?" 

"Yeah," She said, planting her hands on her hips and giving him a look of mock 
exasperation. He shrugged, and then, without further comment, he turned and 
dashed towards the pool. "Hey!" She yelled after him as he jumped, his body, 
still in decent shape despite the few pounds he'd put on over the years, arcing 
semi-gracefully into a dive, slipping into the water with a modest splash. He 
swung his arms out the way she usually did and surfaced a moment later, laughing. 
He turned towards her. "You were sa--" Just in time to catch the brunt of one of 
her "nuke" dives, right in the face. 

"Ack!" He yelled, shaking his head and sweeping his soaked hair out of his eyes, 
watching as Karen surfaced in the now-turbulent water, giggling. "C'mere, you!" 
He lunged towards her and she backpedaled, but she was caught off-guard. His 
hands shot out, connecting with her sides, and his fingers dug lightly into her 
skin as they wriggled frantically, her chubby body following suit. She giggled 
and squealed frantically, writhing, trying to get away. Finally his fingers 
broke contact, long enough for her to hurl herself backward, still giggling and 
squirming as he chased after her. She was the better swimmer, despite his 
advantages in size and strength, and he had to work to keep up with her. He was 
enjoying the sight of her body, though not letting it distract him from catching 
her, and he dimly registered that he was gradually stiffening despite the cool 
water. 

Finally he grabbed her left ankle, pulling her towards him while planting his 
feet firmly on the pool bottom. She kicked frantically, splashing water in his 
face several times before he grabbed the right ankle too. He hauled her legs 
backward and up, splashing her face into the water. She squirmed and splashed, 
trying to stay above water; this sort of game had always made him nervous, 
though she played it enthusiastically, and of course it had been her idea. 
Gradually he'd gotten used to it, though he was always careful to let her win. 

As she wriggled, her legs began moving sideways as well as kicking, giving him 
repeated views of her soft little slit. He paused, distracted, and she took the 
opportunity to dive, curling her chubby body and doing a summersault of sorts. 
Her ankles slipped from his grasp as she slide, headfirst and face up, between 
his legs. He shivered slightly, feeling the displaced water flowing around his 
skin as she slid under him. Her face and chest were nearly a foot below his 
balls, but as her curve tightened slightly, her ample tummmy brushed against his 
cock, now fully hard, to his dismay. He gasped at the contact, then shivered and 
swallowed hard as she surfaced behind him. 

Karen laughed, watching as her daddy turned around, a confused look on his face, 
just in time to catch another wave of water as she pushed herself backward with 
her arms. He turned his head, laughing again as she began to kick, the first few 
propelling her backward and splashing him at the same time. He cupped his hands 
and jerked them hard into the water, hurling a glob of it to land approximately 
on her chin, not daring to think too much about the idea of "globs" landing on 
her chin. 

His daughter squealed as he began to shove his hands, palm-first, into the water, 
launching bursts of it at her. She turned, treading water, and began to splash 
back, giggling and squealing. The frantic mutual bombardment continued for 
several minutes, until their arms started to tire. Both combatants were panting 
from the exertion and laughter, and declared a temporary truce between the gasps. 

Jim registered that, to his relief, his erection had partially subsided. He'd 
been a bit too distracted trying to nail his daughter--gah! Trying to *splash* 
her, he practically yelled at himself--to maintain much in the way of arousal. 
He wasn't completely soft, though, and the silky flow of the water around his 
cock wasn't helping. He felt himself starting to stir again and swallowed, 
wondering if Karen noticed it too. 

"Ok..." She panted after a moment. "Who wins?" 

"Um...both of us, I guess," He replied with a shrug. 

"Like always," Karen replied, grinning broadly. Her father smiled and shivered 
slightly; she looked so adorable with that shit-eating grin of hers, and he was 
slightly unnerved by how little difficulty he had believing that both he and his 
neighbor had brought the girl to orgasm a few days before, and that his neighbor 
had buggered the adorable child. Well, she didn't seem to have any regrets or 
concerns about it, and clearly wanted it to continue. Jim decided, finally and 
absolutely, he told himself, that he wouldn't interfere--unless he had good 
reason to believe the girl was in danger. 

"Like always," He replied 

"Yay!" Karen squealed happily. She grinned for a moment, then slipped under the 
water and swam towards him, not across the top of the pool but along the bottom 
of it, her "fat" tummy just inches from the concrete. Now that he wasn't 
proccupied with trying to catch the child he smiled as he watched her orangish 
hair float free, rippling in the water as she moved. He watched, enthralled, as 
she swung her arms out to stop herself and rotated ninety degrees upward, 
planting her feet on the bottom of the pool, then pushed off, lifting her body 
out of the water almost to her belly button before she settled back into it, 
churning the water around her in the process. 

"You're such a good swimmer, pumpkin," He commented with a grin. 

"Like a dolphin?" She grinned. 

"Maybe more of a sea lion," He replied with a chuckle; the way she swam did 
resemble the maneuvering of sea lions they'd seen on various educational 
specials. 

Karen chuckled. They'd seen sea lions, on TV and a few times when they went to 
the beach, and she remembered them well. The girl arched her back and began to 
bark, loudly. "Ork! Ork! Ork! Ork!" 

Her father covered his ears and rolled his eyes, still grinning, and Karen's 
barking dissolved into a fit of giggles. They both laughed at length before she 
suddenly paused and jerked her cupped hands upward, a veritable softball of 
water bursting against his face. Caught by surprise, he barely managed to inhale 
some. "Brat!" He fake-snarled, and she squealed with laughter as she launched 
herself backward. He lunged after her again, following her as she tried to avoid 
him. 

He chased her most of the way across the pool, faked left, lunged after her, and 
cornered her in the left corner of the shallow end of the pool. "Gotcha!" Jim 
announced as he reached for her, ready to dig his fingers into her armpits and 
tickle her friggin' senseless. She squealed and waved her arms, squirming away 
from him, but he was faster. He felt his fingertips rubbing her soft skin as he 
tickled his daughter. 

Karen squealed and whimpered, writhing, and after a moment she managed to turn 
partway around, kicking her feet instinctively, launching herself--his eyes 
widened in horror and he tried to grab her, to pull her back--right into the 
pool wall. Her face collided with the concrete, and her squirming stopped. 

"Karen!" He yelled, reaching for her, pulling her back from the wall. Her eyes 
were open, but a small reddish cloud was dispersing into the water from the 
general vicinity of her nose. Jim hauled her upward, lifting her head out of the 
water. A rivulet of blood ran from her nose, but it didn't seem to be crushed, 
and she was otherwise mostly unharmed. She was clearly conscious; her face was 
strained and as he looked down at her she whimpered, eyes watering, sniffled, 
and began to truly cry a few seconds later. "Pumpkin?" She was breathing quite 
rapidly between the sobs. He swallowed, hoping she hadn't aspirated any of the 
water. 

"Daddy it hurts..." She whimpered through the tears. 

"Oh sweetie I'm so sorry," He almost babbled, wincing as he looked down at her; 
she whimpered and mumbled something in response. He put his arms under hers, 
cradling her chubby body in his arms, his concern for her well-being making it 
easy to ignore the fact that this position was rubbing his mostly-soft cock 
against her hip. He began to move toward the steps at the other side of the 
shallow end. Remembering how they'd dealt with her past nosebleeds, she squeezed 
her nostrils tight as her father half-carried, half-dragged her through the 
water. 

He reached the steps and helped her get her soft, smooth bottom onto the step. "I'll 
be right back, sweetie," He explained. "Daddy's gonna get you some kleenexes and 
ice." 

"'k," She murmured, her voice distorted slightly due to her pinching her nose. 
He kissed her forehead, gently in case she'd banged it as well, then lifted 
himself out of the pool. He brushed the water from his skin, doing a half-assed 
job of drying himself, dimly registering and then promptly forgetting their lack 
of towels. He was still dripping as he opened the house's back door and stepped 
inside. 

Being so damp was inconvenient, and while he walked as fast as he dared, he had 
to step very carefully to avoid slipping on the linoleum in the kitchen. He 
crossed the kitchen and grabbed the kleenex box by the microwave, then pulled 
the roll of paper towels from the holder over the sink. Finally, he opened the 
refrigerator and grabbed the tray of ice cubes out of the freezer compartment, 
pushed the freezer door closed, and walked quickly to the door and back outside, 
shutting it behind him this time. 

Karen was still sitting on the step, clutching her nose and whimpering. She 
looked up and smiled weakly through the tears as he approached. Jim sat down on 
the step next to her, dipping the ice tray in the merely-cool water of the pool 
for a few seconds before cracking three cubes out of it, wrapping then in a 
double layer of paper towels, and handing the damp bundle to her. She grasped it 
and held it on one side of the bleeding nostril, pinching the other side of her 
nose to press against it. 

Jim handed her some kleenex for her fingers, and she accepted it, smiling as she 
pressed them under her nose and resumed pinching her nostrils. To his relief, 
her tears had stopped, though a few might still have streaked her face; her hair 
was dripping poolwater, so it was hard to be sure. He slid into the water and 
sat down to her right, placing his arm around her shoulders and sighed. "Oh, 
honey...I'm so sorry..." He murmured, wincing. "I didn't..." 

"I know, daddy. Ids all righd. Ids non your fauld." She smiled, a little tiredly, 
and reached for his hand left, squeezing it reassuringly, the way he used to do 
to her if he thought a part in a movie might scare her. He smiled and she 
giggled. They sat, hands joined, for a few minutes. Her nose still hurt, but she 
was glad to have her daddy next to her. Being against him felt nice; his body 
was nice and warm, she reflected idly. 

He looked up at the sun, and it was already beginning to set. "Wanna get out for 
a while?" He asked her. She nodded and smiled, and he helped her up. The both 
climbed out of the pool, and he stabilized her by holding one hand while she 
pinched her nose with the other. They walked, slowly, back over to the picnic 
table. She giggled a bit en route, and he realized that it was kind of silly of 
him to be doing this; she was basically all right and could walk just fine. 
Nevertheless, she seemed to appreciate the care--and the physical contact, he 
thought with a slight shiver. 

They sat down on the smooth-sanded, slightly weather-warped board that formed 
the nearer seat of the picnic table, their hips touching. Jim glanced down at 
his cock; it was almost completely soft, but he felt it stirring slightly as 
Karen pressed herself against him, nuzzling his shoulder softly. He smiled and 
decided not to worry about it, hoping it'd go away on its own. "So...how ya doin', 
pumpkin?" He asked her, smiling reassuringly. 

"I thing ids gedding bedder," She responded. 

"That's good," He replied. There was a slight breeze, but the air was still 
quite warm, and they weren't getting cold, though their skin was starting to dry. 
Father and daughter sat, watching the sunset silently, for about half an hour, 
and Jim noted, to his relief, that he wasn't getting any harder. 

After about twenty minutes, Karen removed the ice--it was more than half-melted 
anyway--and the tissue from her nose. She wasn't bleeding any more. "All better, 
pumpkin?" He asked. 

"Uh huh," She replied, smiling. A moment later she paused. "Daddy?" 

"Yes pumpkin?" 

"Ya know what?" 

"What?" 

"We forgot our sunblock!" She announced, grinning sheepishly. 

"Oops," He said, and thought for a moment. "Well, the sun's setting," He replied. 
"We don't need it, if you wanna go back in the pool..." 

"You sure, daddy?" She asked, looking disappointed. He swallowed. 

"Well..." 

"I don't wanna get burned," She said, looking concerned. He was about to argue 
that if she hadn't gotten burned while they were in the pool when the sun was 
higher in the sky, she sure as hell wasn't going to get burned like this. Of 
course, he knew what it was she really wanted. He thought for a second, then 
shook his head. Ah, what the hell. 

"Perhaps you're right, sweety," He responded. "Very well." 

"Yay!" She exclaimed, shivering happily. She turned and scampered to the door, 
her father's eyes roaming her back side, and especially her backside as her "love 
handles" (she'd never called them that, but for a mental description, he figured 
it was a better term than "rolls") opened it, reached in, and grabbed the 
sunblock from its place on the end table. Closing the door hastily behind her, 
she scampered back to where he stood, her tummy and the swellings on her chest 
jiggling as she moved. He smiled, pondering her fondness for the term "fat" and 
idly wondering how she'd respond to more creative euphemisms. She liked "pumpkin" 
well enough, and that was certainly suggestive of roundness... 

She handed him the bottle of sunblock and lifted her left foot onto the seat. He 
smiled and squirted a good-sized glob into his hand, then leaned forward, 
patting smears of it here and there on her calf and thigh, avoiding the inner 
thigh region for the moment. Once he'd spread the sunblock out he began to smear 
it firmly into her skin, and she shivered slightly, smiling as she watched him. 
Her father kneaded her calves and supple thighs, smiling up at her, trying to 
ignore the fact that he was stirring. After he finished that leg she lifted her 
foot, and he gathered a bit of sunblock from her legs and smeared it, along with 
the residue from his hand, onto the sole of her foot, kneading and caressing it 
a bit more than was perhaps necessary. She shivered again, breathing a little 
deeper and clearly enjoying herself. 

When he released her foot, she immediately planted it back on the ground, 
lifting the other one onto the bench. He returned her warm smile, moving around 
to the other side of her, squirted more sunblock into his hand, and patted it 
onto her right leg. As with before, he avoided the inner thighs. He wondered 
idly why; he was trying to tease her, he supposed, heighten her anticipation, 
the way he used to...--he blinked, shaking his head as he began to rub the 
sunblock onto her skin--...with his past lovers. He shivered as he considered 
the implications of that, then shrugged again, returning his attention to the 
sunblock application, feeling her shivering slightly as he rubbed and caressed 
her skin. When he'd kneaded the sunscreen into her leg and the top of her foot, 
she lifted it again, and he smeared sunblock on the bottom of her foot, dimly 
registering that he was about half-hard by this point. 

Karen was breathing faster, eyes half-closing in anticipation as she remembered 
how wonderful the last two times had been. She enjoyed her daddy's hands on her, 
especially with the smooth sunblock pressed against her, and this time he seemed 
to be...doing something different with his hands. It was subtle, but she was 
enjoying it; it felt more like Mr. Evans' hands had. She smiled and held out her 
arms as he squirted sunblock into his palm and smeared his hands together. He 
patted the sunscreen generously onto Karen's arms, then began to work it in, 
starting at her shoulders. He smeared sunblock generously onto her shoulders and 
the back of her neck, kneading it in, then worked his way slowly down her arms. 
Her eyes were half-closed now as she savored the feel of her father's hands on 
her skin. 

He smeared sunblock onto her hands, tenderly caressing each finger in the 
process and trailing his fingertips along her now-greasy palms. She seemed to 
purr softly as he did so, and he smiled. It still felt "weird" to him, he 
reflected, but he was adjusting to the idea of making her feel good being "okay." 
He felt his cock uncurling as it stiffened further, swelling in response to the 
sight and feel of his naked little girl..."little girl" he repeated mentally, 
shaking his head slightly as he caressed up the underside of her arms. Jesus...what 
the hell was the matter with him? 

Although he was getting used to the idea of pleasuring her, he was still 
unnerved by the way he was reacting to her. "Using" her for his pleasure 
remained an intolerable idea. Although, he thought idly, Mr. Evans certainly 
wasn't "using" her; before, and while, he sod...buttfucked...her, he had been 
caressing her and rubbing her little pussy--"kitten," he reminded himself, and 
smiled--and had made sure she came too. Jim recalled vividly watching the girl's 
face squinch up in orgasm as their neighbor unloaded into her bowels and he 
sprayed his own sperm against the back door. He idly wondered--"No!" he told 
himself, almost saying it out loud before catching himself. 

Through her growing arousal and the sensuous pleasure of her father massaging 
sunblock onto her, Karen sensed his hesitation. "You ok daddy?" She asked, fully 
opening her eyes and looking up at him over her shoulder as he worked his way up 
the underside of her arms. Her skin, he realized, was feeling a bit warmer than 
it had, and there was a hint of perspiration glistening on her brow. She was 
breathing deeply, lips slightly parted, and her pupils, he suddenly noticed, 
were dilated. He nodded and smiled. "You sure?" She pressed. 

"I'm positive, pumpkin," He replied. 

"'Only fools are positive,'" She quoted. 

"Are you sure?" 

"I'm...not walkin' into that one," She said, giggling. 

Jim smiled and massaged sunblock into her underarms. She giggled slightly but 
held her arms straight out, though they wavered a little. After a few squeezed 
with the palms of his hands he began to rub down her sides, then suddenly jerked 
his fingers upward, digging them into her armpits. 

Karen squealed and squirmed, pulling her arms down, trapping his fingers in her 
armpits. Her eyes were almost closed as he tickled her, and through the giggles 
she whimpered a bit. He grinned evilly and kept tickling her until she started 
to lose her balance, then grasped her shoulders to steady her. She giggled a bit 
at the touch, turning partway toward him. Tears were starting to form again in 
her eyes, but she was grinning, unlike when she--he mentally kicked himself; 
this was getting to be a habit, he reflected with some amusement. His smile 
faded as he looked closer at her face, then sighed with relief; her nose hadn't 
resumed bleeding despite the laughing and squirming. 

She giggled, smiling at him. "Daddy..." She scolded, then dissolved into another 
giggling fit. 

"Yes?" He swallowed, hoping she wouldn't turn around all the way. He was fully 
and emphatically hard; he cold feel it throbbing slightly with his accelerated 
pulse. He was starting to sweat as well, he realized, and he wiped his brow 
reflexively "with his sleeve," which, of course, wasn't there. He rubbed the 
sweaty back of his wrist on his hip before squirting another glob of lotion into 
his palm. "I'm gonna do your back now, ok pumpkin?" 

"Okie daddy," She replied, turning her back toward him. He patted the sunblock 
onto her back, stopping just above where the outward curve of her bottom began. 
She shivered a bit at the coolness along her spine, then giggled. He chuckled as 
he began to massage the sunblock into her back, starting with her shoulders. She 
was definitely warmer than normal, he noted, and she seemed to be purring softly. 

Although he couldn't see them, Karen's eyes were fully closed. She was 
definitely having fun; her face was beginning to flush very slightly, and she 
was perspiring somewhat. She was feeling that warm-tingly feeling between her 
legs and somewhere down in her tummy. She could feel her daddy's hands kneading 
and caressing and squeezing her "fat"ness, and she loved it. He was doing it 
about like Mr. Evans had, or better, and she wondered idly if one of them had 
learned how to do this from the other. She gasped, shivering slightly and "purring" 
audibly as he lightly trailed his fingers down her back; her body arched a bit. 
"Mmm...daddy that feels so nice..." She murmured. 

"I'm glad, pumpkin," He replied, truthfully. He trailed his fingers back up her 
spine, eliciting a gasp from her that bordered on a moan, then removed his hands 
and added some more sunblock, rubbing them together. He added a bit of sunblock 
to the back of her neck, then circled his fingers slowly around. "Lift your chin 
sweety" He murmured, and she did so almost reflexively. He very gently rubbed 
the sunblock into the skin on the sides of her neck, his fingers working around 
until they almost encircled her throat. Aside from the obvious arousal she was 
calm, and she didn't flinch as he carefully rubbed the sunblock into the skin of 
her throat, including her extra half a chin. He smiled warmly to himself, 
flattered that she trusted him this much; he wasn't sure how he'd react to 
anyone's hand, including hers, on his throat. 

When he was done with it, he took more of the sunblock and rubbed it behind and 
on her ears, then circled his hand to caress her chin and cheeks. He slowly and 
carefully worked his fingers up and around her eyes to her forehead. She was a 
bit sweaty, and he wiped his wrist across her brow to clear it up a little 
before rubbing sunblock onto her forehead. He smeared a fair amount on her nose, 
gently circled her eyes, and removed his hands from her face. 

She was breathing deeply as he rubbed the remnants of the sunblock from her back 
and face down the sides of her torso, to and over her hips. He circled round, 
rubbing, as before, just above the beginning of her pudgy little mound. She 
whimpered softly as he avoided it, and he grinned. After a moment of teasingly 
rubbing along the underside of her chubby tummy, he drew his hand back and 
squirted another glob of sunblock onto his already-greasy palm. He patted the 
sunblock all over her tummy and chest, avoiding her pseudo-breasts for the 
moment. 

She purred again as he began rubbing it in, starting again at her shoulders and 
working his way down her chest. He slowly circled her small pseudo-breasts, 
shivering a bit himself as he did so. His erection felt a bit strained, and he 
was quite glad he didn't have any pants on. She whimpered longingly as he teased, 
trying to angle her little nipples against his hands. He avoided them for a good 
thirty seconds before he finally relented and cupped her breasts--he mentally 
and consciously dropped the "pseudo"; she'd be starting puberty soon anyhow, the 
way kids were these days. He kneaded and caressed them, rolling his thumb over 
the nipple, circling slowly and lightly, gradually increasing the pressure. He 
shivered again as he felt her small nipples swelling under his touch. 

Karen was breathing hard by now, making little gasp-whimper noises of pleasure 
as he played with her breasts. His own breathing was speeding up, and he felt 
himself warming further. Her skin was starting to flush, though he couldn't see 
very well from where he was, and he shivered again. He was definitely making her 
very happy indeed, and he was glad. His erection persisted, almost naggingly, 
but he was paying attention to her pleasure at the moment. After he finished 
sunblocking her he'd excuse himself for a moment "to go to the bathroom" and 
jerk off. 

After playing with her breasts for a minute or so he prepared to move his hands 
lower, then paused. Her body was moving rhythmically against his hands, but he 
worried that she was starting to become unsteady on her feet. "Pumpkin?" 

"Mmmm?" She asked dreamily. 

"This'd be easier if you got up on the bench like last time." 

"Mmm...ok...daddy..." She panted, nodding as she opened her eyes. Karen 
clambered up onto the bench and kneeled on it, bending forward and resting her 
elbows on the table. Her father moved with her, and his hands never left her 
breasts. He stepped closer as she was adjusting herself, settling back, and his 
cockhead pressed against the back of her greasy thigh, eliciting a gasp from Jim 
before he had the presence of mind to adjust his position, stepping backward 
slightly. 

He shook his head, shivering a bit, as he slowly removed his hand from her 
breasts, sliding them down along her chubby tummy. She sighed as his hands 
slipped downward, but purred as she anticipated his hands moving all the way 
down. He caressed and kneaded her soft, pudgy tummy, slowly working downward. He 
pressed a fingertip into her bellybutton and wiggled it a bit, eliciting a purr 
and a giggle from her, then continued to caress his way down her tummy. As 
before, he stopped just above her mound. 

Karen whined softly as her father removed his hands from her body, especially 
since he'd gotten so teasingly close to her kitten. She heard him squirt another 
glob of sunscreen into his hand and then gasped at the coolness of the greasy 
goo as he patted it onto her bottom. He began to rub and knead her cheeks, 
working the sunblock in, avoiding her crack. She whimpered, but he continued 
like this for about a minute. 

"All done, pumpkin?" He asked. 

"Nuh uh!" She exclaimed, voice obviously strained with arousal. She opened her 
eyes and looked at him over her shoulder, her expression mixing confused and 
pleading and her mouth open as she gasped for air. 

"What's left?" He asked her, innocently, trying to keep a straight face. 

"My bottom 'n' kitten, like last time, silly!" She exclaimed, half-feigning 
exasperation; her breathing had calmed enough that she could speak coherently. 
She kinda had the feeling her daddy was playing a game with her, or trying to, 
and though the waiting was driving her crazy, she was enjoying his teasing 
touches. She whimpered softly as he smiled at her. 

"I already got your bottom, pumpkin," He replied. 

"On the outside, sure," She replied. "Needs sunblock everywhere." 

"You sure honey?" He asked her, cocking his head and smiling curiously. 

"Uh huh!" She exclaimed. "I dun wanna get burned there." 

"Well, those are sensitive spots," He agreed. "But do you really think you'll 
get burned this late?" The sun was halfway set by now, and though the western 
sky--what they could see it around the trees and houses--was glowing golden, 
twilight had settled on the yard. He was glad there wasn't any non-chlorinated 
standing water anywhere nearby; otherwise the mosquitos would have been all over 
them by now. 

"I dun wanna take chances," She said, pausing for a moment. "Pretty please daddy?" 

"Well...all right pumpkin," He replied. "Remember, though, let me know if I make 
you uncomfortable." 

"Ok daddy," She replied, smiling warmly. She turned her head as he squirted a 
large glob of sunblock into his right hand, pressing his hands lightly together 
to get the sunscreen evenly distributed on his hands. He took his right hand and 
smeared the sunscreen from it between her cheeks, then began to rub it into her 
crack. Meanwhile he reached around her with his left hand and began to smear and 
rub the subscreen onto her inner thighs. She gasped at the touches, and he could 
feel some of her own slickness where his hand brushed the beginning of her lower 
lips. After a moment he shifted his hand to her mound. 

Karen was lost in her pleasure, ecstatic that her daddy was doing the same nice 
things he and Mr. Evans had done for her the previous Sunday. She could feel his 
warm, strong hands rubbing the cool greasy sunblock into her skin, and she 
whimpered happily. His left hand remained on her mound, though, and his right 
hand remained entirely outside of her as he rubbed. After about a minute of this 
new teasing she whined again. "Dad-dy..." 

"Yes pumpkin?" 

"C'mon...ya need ta get my kitten and up in my bottom!" She opened her eyes and 
smiled pleadingly over her shoulder, her face quite flushed by now. 

"Do you really think you'll get burned there?" He asked, cocking his head. 

Karen hesitated. She concluded that she wasn't likely to, especially up inside 
her bottom, but she was afraid that he'd conclude it was unnecessary if she told 
him that. She didn't want to take the chance that he'd decide not to sunblock 
her where she desperately wanted it. On the other hand, she couldn't stomach 
lying to her father. "Pretty please?" She said at last, simply sidestepping the 
question. 

He smiled. "Well, if it makes you feel better..." 

"It does!" She gasped, eagerly, shivering in anticipation. He smiled and looked 
at his left hand; it had quite a bit of sunblock left on it still, and besides, 
she was clearly making plenty of her own juices, more than enough for him to 
easily stimulate her. He leaned closer, reaching around her well-padded hips and 
sliding his hand between her legs. She moaned softly and quivered visibly as he 
pressed his palm gently against her kitten. He shivered; she wasn't quite "sopping" 
but she was definitely slick. She moaned louder as he smeared the sunblock onto 
the outside of her soft, smooth folds. He rubbed with his palm and fingers for a 
moment, feeling her juices starting to coat his hand, before parting her soft 
little lips and "sunblocking" the inner folds of her kitten. She gasped happily 
as he parted them, then began to moan as he caressed her..."girlhood, I suppose," 
he thought, breathing hard through an amused grin. 

As his left hand caressed her slippery little kitten, he wiped the greasy palm 
of his left hand on his hip a few times before reaching for the sunblock. He 
smiled, watching the fading sunlight glistening on her pale, greasy skin for a 
moment as he continued to pet her kitten, then slid the business end of the 
sunblock bottle between her buttocks, squirting a good-sized glob right against 
her anus. She gasped and shivered as the cool goo oozed onto her most sensitive 
opening, quickly seguing back into little gasps of pleasure at the feel of his 
hand. Her eyes were squinched shut, but she heard her father set the sunblock 
bottle down on the bench. A moment later she felt his fingertips between her 
buttocks, probing and caressing, circling her rosebud teasingly. 

Karen moaned louder, pushing herself backward, feeling his fingertip gently open 
her little rosebud, starting to slide into her bottom, though she only dimly 
registered it. The moan segued into a choked gasp as her sudden movement rubbed 
her little nub firmly against his hand. She felt a sudden surge of pleasure 
through her body, and she was quaking, gasping and whimpering happily, as she 
orgasmed for the third time in her young life, whimpering and squirming a bit as 
she pressed into his hand. 

Jim gasped in surprise as Karen pushed backward, slipping his finger into her 
anus to the first knuckle, her kitten scraping along his palm. She gasped and 
tensed suddenly, and his eyes widened, horrified at the thought that he might 
have hurt her. His worries were dispelled, however, as she began to quake, and 
he felt her pulsing around his fingertip, clutching and gripping at it, pulling 
it slightly deeper. He shivered as he watched and felt his beloved daughter 
coming, rather hard by the sound of it. 

Karen gasped, shifting forward slightly, putting most of her weight on her 
elbows. His hand slid from her kitten to around her waist. "...or lack thereof," 
he thought, then kicked himself unsure if she'd be amused by or happy about such 
a brazen comment on her weight. Brazen and hyperbolic; she showed some signs of 
eventually having some waist definition, once she had hips to speak of. He 
suspected that she would, but he'd ease into it rather than throwing it at her 
and hoping for the best. He helped steady her as she panted, her breathing 
gradually slowing, his right index finger still planted halfway into her anus 
and cock still hard and throbbing. 

"Mmmm...thank you daddy," She said happily, smiling over her shoulder. She 
stayed in the same position, but hugged his arm tightly. "That was really nice, 
just like Sunday." She grinned brightly. 

"You're welcome, pumpkin," He replied with a loving smile. "Feel good and 
protected now?" 

She pondered, reddened a litter further, smiled, and shook her head. "Uh-uh." 

"Really?" 

"Nope. Ya need to get sunblock all the way up there, don'tcha?" 

He smiled. "If you insist, pumpkin. Does your kitten need more pet...err, 
sunblocking?" 

She reached down between her legs and grinned; he shivered as he watched her 
face, glancing at her fingers against her slit. "I think it's good and 
sunblocked," She admitted, looking almost disappointed. "But you can pet it if 
you want." She giggled and shivered happily. 

He pondered, then returned her smile. "Sure thing, pumpkin." He helped her 
settle on the bench, in the same kneeling position, though he had to slide his 
finger out of her bottom in order to do so. She whimpered a little as it left 
her, but--butt, she thought with a giggle--she knew it'd be going right back in. 
She leaned forward a little more, giving her daddy easier access (she hoped). 
After a moment she felt his fingetip circling her anus again, and she moaned 
softly, quivering. She was still quite sensitive from the whatever-it-was she 
just had, and she wondered idly if she'd be able to have another one right away. 
She didn't see why not. 

She closed her eyes, purring as her daddy's fingertip circled and started to 
wiggle into her bottom. "Ooh...daddy...that...ahh...feels really nice," She 
exclaimed, squeezing his finger gently. 

"I'm glad, pumpkin," He gasped. He moved his sticky hand down from her tummy and 
began to stroke her moistened folds, eliciting more gasps and moans from the 
girl. He shivered, breathing hard in his own right, as he caressed and stroked 
her folds, not diving in on her clitty right away--that would be too much for 
her, he figured. He slowly eased his finger into her bottom, a little faster 
than he had last time, but gently. Still, he worried. "Err...I'm not hurting you 
am I?" He asked as he slid it in past the first knuckle. 

"Nuh uh," She replied, opening her eyes and smiling at him over her shoulder. 

"Ok," He responded, smiling, slowly wiggling his finger deeper into her. She was 
gasping and whimpering, making little squeaks of pleasure as he slipped his 
right index finger's second knuckle into her. As he did so, he opened the folds 
of her kitten and began to caress the inside, drawing a louder moan from her. 

Karen squirmed and shivered as his finger slid deeper. She felt her kitten 
starting to tingle a little, but she wasn't close to whatever-it-was-ing again 
any time soon. She closed her eyes tightly, just savoring the sensation as her 
daddy's finger wormed its way up into her bottom, and after a moment she felt 
his fingertip wiggling deep inside her as his knuckles slipped into her crack, 
spreading her cheeks. "How's that, pumpkin?" He asked. 

"Wonderful," She replied dreamily. 

"Mmm...good," He gasped. She opened her eyes and smiled lovingly over her 
shoulder, mouth agape. He shivered, thinking she looked so adorable like that, 
wiggling his finger he began to pull it back. She whimpered as he did so. He 
paused halfway, then eased the finger back into her, hearing her sigh in 
satisfaction between gasps. He slowly moved the finger back and forth, feeling 
her squeezing it tighter now that it was securely lodged in her and not about to 
be pushed out. He smiled, watching her face, then swallowed hard, looking down 
for a moment. 

Her chubby bottom, cheeks parted slightly by her positioning and the presence of 
his hand, was smoothly and easily accepting his sunblock-slick finger. He 
watched in fascination for a moment, rubbing her kitten sort of mechanically, as 
he moved it slowly in and (halfway) out. He could see her little pucker grasping 
and twitching slightly around it as she moaned, squeezing and quivering under 
his touch. He smiled warmly, feeling a glow of pride illuminate the maelstrom of 
guilt and arousal swirling in his brain. Yes, pride; he was proud to be making 
her feel so wonderful, proud that he'd produced and raised such a wonderful, 
beautiful, brilliant little girl. 

Jim moaned softly; his cock was appreciating the view as well, though for more 
visceral reasons. He felt it throbbing slightly, and he realized he was starting 
to feel the sort of tingling that usually preceded an orgasm. His cock quivered; 
he tried to will it away but it was too close. He felt the feeling growing, 
slowly, and he realized that hanging on the edge for minutes on end before the 
inevitable ejaculation wasn't going to help matters any. But he didn't see how 
he could squirt without having to give Karen an awkward explanation...unless... 

Karen whined suddenly as she felt her daddy's finger withdraw from her bottom. "Daddy..." 
She whimpered, half-opening her eyes and starting to turn her head. 

"Shh...I just...ahh...need to...apply some more sunblock..." He gasped. A moment 
later she purred, feeling something hard pressing against her bottom. It didn't 
feel quite like the tip of the bottle had before, but she was in too much 
pleasure to care. She moaned, tensing further as she felt the tip rubbing 
against her greasy and hypersensitized little pucker. She whimpered as it stayed 
outside of her, rubbing and quivering against her anus. She knew what she wanted; 
she wanted to feel it fill her, to feel the cool greasy sunblock squirting 
inside her bottom. Considering this and feeling impatient, she pushed back 
against the "sunblock bottle." 

He gasped as he pressed the tip of his cock against her tiny pucker, cockhead 
lodged slickly between her cheeks as he stroked his shaft, rapidly. As he felt 
himself quivering, on edge, he felt Karen moving under him. A millisecond later 
he gasped, moaning chokedly as he felt himself suddenly engulfed by something 
hot and slick and silky and *tight*. He shuddered, tensing, biting back cries of 
ecstasy as his cock twitched and throbbed, spurting streams of sperm into his 
daughter's bottom. 

Karen moaned and shuddered as she felt the "sunblock bottle" opening her, 
popping inside. It was bigger than she'd expected, bigger than she'd remembered, 
but she was too aroused to be more than vaguely unnerved by this. A moment later 
she felt it quivering and the splashing and squirting of warm, sticky fluid 
inside her bottom. She was surprised; she was expecting the sunblock to be cold, 
like it had been before; this felt more like when Mr. Evans had helped her apply 
sunblock the previous Sunday. She idly noted this but didn't pay it much heed; 
she was took busy savoring the feeling of being filled and flooded. She felt 
that tingling in her kitten again, and she shivered as the sensation filled and 
flooded her all over again. Her daddy's fingers were wiggling and clenching 
against her kitten, close to her clitoris, and occasionally brushing it; she 
whimpered softly, wanting more contact. 

Jim winced, shuddering and grunting as he rode out his climax. He felt the urge 
to thrust deeper, to bury himself in her soft little body, but he fought it, 
holding his hips still as he spewed into her insides. Later he'd wonder why 
pulling back out of her never occurred to him, though of course he knew the 
answer perfectly well. She was so warm and silky around him, and yet her ring of 
muscles gripped him firmly in spite of the soft-smooth feeling; he couldn't help 
moaning, a bit, though he did his best to keep it down. As his orgasm subsided, 
he looked down and saw that her movement had shoved about two inches of his cock 
into her. He shivered as he looked at the way her bottom was stretched around 
his shaft, her pucker clinging to it tightly, and he was amazed that she hadn't 
screamed in pain when he'd entered her. 

A wave of guilt crested and broke onto him, and he pulled his cock, still mostly 
hard, swiftly out of her greasy bottom. She squeaked at the sudden movement, 
then whimpered and whined at the feeling of emptiness. "Daddy..." She whined. He 
couldn't believe what he'd just done. He'd violated his daughter--"Hey, jackass, 
*she* backed up onto *you*," He thought to himself. Clearly none of this was 
bothering Karen; instead, she was definitely enjoying it. As far as he could 
tell, it was just innocent fun to her. 

But it wasn't to him, he reflected. He'd gotten hard over her--though, of course, 
she'd gotten wet from him touching her. He'd came several times, watching her, 
thinking about her, and now inside her--even if only by accident. "No, it wasn't 
an accident," He thought; "She knew what she wanted...sort of." But she'd 
orgasmed twice now from his touches and once from their neighbor touching and 
sodomizing her. He'd asked repeatedly if anything hurt, if it bothered her, and 
she'd not only responded in the negative but seemed astounded that he'd even 
think to ask such a question. And...he sighed and derailed that train of thought. 
Plenty of time for self-reflection later. 

"Daddy..." Karen whined again, bringing him back to reality. 

"Yes, pumpkin?" 

"Can ya finish sunblockin' my bottom daddy?" She asked him, smiling lovingly, 
and perhaps a little lustfully, over her shoulder. He could see in the fading 
light that her face was flushed, her skin glistening from sunblock and 
perspiration. As he looked further downward he saw her anus finish closing, a 
slight trickle of milky whitish fluid escaping it. 

"Sure thing pumpkin," He responded, taking his right middle finger, curling the 
other fingers back, and slipping it effortlessly into her greasy-gooey little 
pucker. The effect was immediate; she moaned, squeezing his finger almost 
invitingly and arching her back. He smiled as he slid the finger into her, the 
first and second knuckles pushing easily into her bottom. As her sphincter 
settled happily just beyond his third knuckle, he began to wiggle the fingertip 
slowly and gently inside her. 

"Ooh...daddy that feels...mmm...soo nice..." 

"I know pumpkin," He replied hoarsely, glancing down at his cock. He was still 
about halfway hard, and had a telltale sheen of sticky cum and greasy sunblock 
on his cock, but the erection and the light were both fading; he doubted she'd 
notice the shininess. He began to move his left hand's fingers concertedly again, 
his thumb seeking out her firm little nub while his other fingers caressed and 
explored her slippery folds. He very gently, experimentally rubbed and pressed 
around the opening of her vagina, but he was careful not to slip his fingertip 
in and risk breaking her hymen. 

Karen whimpered happily, quivering as her chubby little body tensed. She closed 
her eyes tight, feeling her fingers clench as her daddy rubbed her little nub. 
His finger circled it once, twice...she moaned, feeling the warmth starting to 
spread through her body. On the eighth circling it blasted through her, and she 
was dimly aware of her kitten and bottom throbbing, heralding her own climax. 
She gasped and moaned, shuddering as she contracted around her daddy's finger, 
feeling completely warm and secure with it firmly buried inside her and her 
daddy's warm body close to her. 

Jim sighed happily, smiling warmly as he watched his daughter quake and whimper 
in ecstasy. He loved her so much, loved making her happy and watching her being 
happy. And there was no question that she was very happy. He shivered, feeling 
himself stirring slightly, but he suspected that he was pretty well spent. He 
hugged her close from behind, shivering as his cockhead brushed her bottom 
gently. 

She collapsed against the bench, panting, her body still quivering slightly. Jim 
hugged her, bent forward like that, for most of a minute before climbing onto 
the bench next to her. She opened her eyes slowly and turned toward him, deeply 
flushed and smiling softly. "Thank you daddy," She murmured. 

"You're welcome, pumpkin," He replied, returning her smile. He helped her turn, 
like she had on Sunday, so that they were approximately facing each other, and 
wrapped his left arm around her shoulders, leaving his right finger buried in 
her bottom. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He felt 
her quivering slightly against him, and though her breathing had slowed, she was 
breathing quite deeply, her mouth hanging slightly open. As she pressed her soft 
bare chest to his, he felt her heartbeat, still rapid, though slowing back to 
something more reasonable. 

After nearly five minutes pressed together like that, she finally moved back 
enough to look into his face. "That...mmm...that was wonderful daddy," She said, 
smiling warmly. 

"I'm glad, pumpkin," He replied. 

She smiled, then cocked her head, looking puzzled. "So...this is sex?" 

"In a way, sweetie," He replied, smiling, half-forcing it. He still wasn't sure 
this was the best idea, but still didn't see much harm in it. 

"Oh..." She said, pondering. "But there's no babies..." 

"Sex isn't just babies honey. It's stuff that feels good too." 

"Oh..." She said, digesting this. "Babies are cute...but a handful right?" She 
smiled. 

"Yes," He agreed, with a melodramatic shiver. "I'd know." She giggled, gave him 
an apologetic look, then giggled again. 

"So, um...you gonna explain this to me?" She cocked her head, smiling. 

"Well..." He smiled, glanced at the horizon, now just reddish-gray; the sun had 
set while they were talking and..."playing," he supposed; "fucking" was 
definitely a stretch. He suppressed a chuckle at the unintentional mental double-entendre. 
"It's getting pretty late pumpkin," He said. 

"I know," She said, and sighed. "Please daddy?" 

"It's a long conversation, sweetie." 

"Aww..." 

"I'll tell you tomorrow, I promise," He smiled. 

"Cross your heart?" 

"And hope to die horribly in any one of those ways James Bond always gets out of," 
He replied, chuckling. 

"Dang right," She replied with a hilariously cute attempt at a wicked cackle. 

"Tell you what, pumpkin, let's take a quick dip in the pool to rinse off," He 
said. 

"Ok," She replied, smiling. He started to pull his middle finger out of her, and 
she sighed, then smiled weakly. She understood that it couldn't stay there 
forever, and besides, trying to keep it in while jumping in the water would 
probably wind up hurting at least one of them. She squeezed the tip of his 
finger one last time as it slipped out of her, followed by a slight trickle of 
sperm and sunscreen. 

Karen slid down off the bench, onto her feet, grabbing her father's should for 
stability. He smiled, helping her steady herself, before he stood up as well. 
She returned the smile, cocking her head. "Race?" She asked, uncertainly. 

"If you want, pumpkin, though we're both kinda tired," He said. He shivered 
slightly. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and his cock and fingers 
were shiny and slick with various fluids, while his daughter was greasy and 
glistening with an excess of sunblock. 

"Yeah," She agreed with a shrug, then turned toward the pool. "C'mon," She said, 
grinning and extending her hand. 

He grasped it and smiled. They both walked, slowly, toward the shallow end of 
the pool. Jim looked toward the sky again as they walked; the gray-red was 
fading slowly as the sun disappeared beyond the curve of the earth. When they 
reached the pool Karen paused to turn and hug him tightly, and he returned the 
embrace. After a moment she moved away, stepping down onto the first step of the 
underwater stairs. 

Karen climbed quickly down the next two steps, then sighed contented as she 
slipped into the cool water, feeling her caress her skin as she moved. Her pale, 
soft, round little body seemed to float very easily in the water, and he smiled 
as he watched her for a moment before beginning to step forward into the water. 
He slid in next to her, and she dove under the water. She swam toward the other 
side of the pool, and he followed her. 

She reached the other side and came up for air, turning and hugging him tightly. 
He shivered slightly as he returned the embrace, feeling his now-limp cock 
rubbing against her tummy. He swallowed, nervous, but it didn't seem to be 
stirring much just yet. That much was good, at least. 

"'bout ready to get out?" He asked her, after a moment. 

She shrugged, pouted a little. "I s'pose," She replied, then giggled slightly. 

He nodded. "All right. Let's go have a quick shower to wash off the chlorine and 
then get some dinner," He said. 

"Okie," She replied, brightening up. He turned and began to walk along the 
bottom toward the stairs; she followed suit. "What are we havin'?" She asked 
after a moment. 

"Umm...dunno pumpkin," He said, pinching his chin as he pondered. 

"Mac'roni 'n' cheese?" She asked, smiling hopefully. 

He shrugged. "Sure, sweetie." 

"Yay!" She squealed, shivering happily. 

He began to climb the steps, grinning over his shoulder. She giggled as he 
climbed, giving her a close-up view of his ass, which made her feel funny, in a 
nice way, for some reason. On impulse she gave his left buttock a good smack. 

"Ack!" He exclaimed, turning. Karen swallowed, blushed, and smiled sheepishly, 
shrugging slightly. He chuckled. "Yer gonna pay for that, kiddo," He said with a 
wink. 

"Uh-oh..." Karen exclaimed, shuddering melodramatically and suppressing a giggle. 

"Damn right," He said with a grin as he climbed up onto the concrete deck of the 
pool and turned towards the door. 

She followed a step or two behind him, but paused as they reached the picnic 
table. "Um...daddy do we need our clothes?" 

He glanced at her, thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Nah, it's cool. 
We don't have to go past any windows on our way upstairs." He paused, then 
smacked his forehead. Although he didn't have a swimsuit on to collect large 
amounts of water, he was still literally dripping wet; Karen's condition was 
much the same. "Ah, hell...we forgot towels." 

"Well if we're gonna rinse again in the shower anyway..." She shrugged. 

"Eh...I suppose it's all right," He said with a shrug. "Getting the carpet wet 
isn't the best thing for it, but its just this one time..." He trailed off. 

"An' it's carpet, so it's not like we're gonna slip and break something," She 
reminded him. 

"True." He opened the doorknob and they stepped inside. She closed and locked 
the door behind them and they crossed the carpeted family room to the stairs. 
Father and daughter climbed them carefully, holding on to the rail. The bathroom 
was the first door on the left once they exited the stairwell, and the door was 
ajar. "Um, you wanna go first, pumpkin?" He asked. 

"Um...ok, daddy," She replied, pausing for a moment, then brightened suddenly. "Hey...think 
we can both fit?" 

He smiled. "Well...if you want we can try, pumpkin." 

"Yeah, let's do it," She said, grinning. She stepped forward and flicked on the 
bathroom light, then crossed the small room's tiled floor to the combined shower 
and tub. The door was open, and she lifted her right leg as far as she could, 
stepping smoothly into it. 

Jim stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, taking a moment to pull the 
bathmat off of the shower door and spread it passably on the tile before 
following his daughter into the shower, pulling the sliding glass door shut 
behind him. She was on the end nearer to the faucet. "Um...go ahead and adjust 
the temperature," He told her, and she nodded. Turning away from him, she bent 
forward and reached down for the faucet handle, turning it up a little ways into 
the "hot" range. Jim smiled. Like his daughter, he preferred very warm water for 
bathing, though he usually took cooler showers to save energy. 

Karen turned the faucet on and the shower sputtered to life. Streams of going-on-hot 
water cascaded over them, though the showerhead was pointed more at her. She 
turned slowly under the hot shower as the water flowed and dribbled down her fat 
little body. After about a minute she reached up and pointed the showerhead more 
towards him. "Here ya go, daddy." 

"Thanks, kitten," He replied, then blinked. He'd never called her that before. 
He wondered... 

Karen giggled at the new "pet" name, watching as the water sloshed over her 
daddy's lightly tanned skin. She enjoyed looking at him, for some reason, though 
she wasn't really sure why. She didn't worry about that, though. He was handsome, 
she thought, as she had before... 

Jim sighed in satisfaction and closed his eyes, turning slowly as the water 
flowed down his body, enjoying the sensation. After about a minute he felt 
himself starting to stir. He stopped and opened his eyes. "All right, I think we're 
good and rinsed, pumpkin," He said, looking over her chubby body. He was 
startled by the sudden realization that he'd given up kicking himself for 
staring at her, and quite a while ago to boot. Well...she was adorable and 
beautiful, he told himself, and besides, there was really no harm in looking... 

Karen smiled, looking a little disappointed, but nodded, turning around and 
turning the water off. Jim brushed his skin to get some of the water off, then 
opened the door and stepped out of the shower onto the bathmat. He stepped aside 
as Karen followed suit, climbing out into the steamy bathroom. She smiled at him, 
then reached for her towel from the rack. He grabbed his towel a moment later. 
The towels were color-coded; dark green was his and violet was hers. 

They dried off and stepped out of the bathroom; he flicked the switch to turn 
the fan on. "Do we needa get dressed now?" Karen asked, almost worriedly. 

"Nah," He replied, grinning. "You don't need to, pumpkin. Maybe I should, though..." 
He trailed off. 

"Nuh-uh!" Karen responded, smiling. "Ya look good like this daddy." She blushed 
slightly. 

He smiled, almost blushing himself. "Thanks, pumpkin," He replied. "So do you." 
He looked over her chubbiness as if to emphasize his point. 

"Really?" She asked. He nodded. "Yay! Umm...let's go make dinner." 

The rest of the evening passed more or less uneventfully. They headed downstairs 
and he closed the blinds to the windows of the kitchen, then started their 
macaroni. When it was done they ate, chatting a little, mostly about school and 
work. He was a bit uncomfortable at first, just sitting around naked with her, 
but he quickly got used to it, and he pretended not to pay too much attention to 
her peeking at his body when he glanced away, and not to be doing just as much 
staring himself when she wasn't looking. When they were done, Karen scampered 
upstairs to brush her teeth while he put the dishes away, then followed her to 
tuck her into bed; she closed her eyes almost immediately and was snoring 
lightly by the time he'd kissed her forehead softly and left the room. He closed 
the door behind him. 

Jim figured he'd better get to bed as well. He walked to the bathroom and 
brushed his own teeth, then headed for bed. As he lay down, he mentally ran 
through the day's events, his cock swelling rapidly. He shook his head, feeling 
a jab of guilt for reacting to his daughter the way he had, for coming inside 
her even if only by accident. But he remembered the feelings of guilt for 
looking at or playing with (he still couldn't bring himself to refer to the 
incident as "rape," and "molest" was pushing it; successful suspension of that 
magnitude of disbelief, he suspected, would require postgraduate study in civil 
engineering) her body, and how they'd faded, and he had a suspicion that this 
would fade too. 

He wrapped his right hand arund his cock as he remembered the look and feel of 
his cock penetrating Karen's bottom, paused for a moment, feeling residual guilt, 
then decided "the hell with it." He began to stroke, rapidly, shivering as he 
did so. He remembered the feel of her, so soft and smooth, the warmth, the 
little squeezes of her muscles. He gasped, feeling himself tensing, and soon he 
was spurting into his hand and the air, globs of sperm landing on his stomach as 
he imagined himself thrusting gently but deeply into her, spurting inside her 
bottom as she moaned and contracted around his cock. He wondered, idly, if he'd 
get the chance, but he suspected he already knew the answer. 

Footnote: A ridiculous number of people (strangely, of both sexes), including 
many erotica authors, are thoroughly convinced that the hymen or "cherry" is 
recessed at least one, and perhaps several, inches into the vagina; however, 
this is inaccurate. As every medical source I have ever read (and thus, in all 
likelihood, every competent medical source on earth) can tell you, it covers the 
vaginal *opening*, though my personal observations suggest that in some cases it 
may be *slightly* recessed (1-2 millimeters). Thus it is never an inch deep 
unless one is misusing "vagina" to mean the entire vulva (bleh, sounds like a 
car, doesn't it? I like "pussy" better... :) and measuring from the outside with 
the labia ("lips") unspread, and is certainly not several inches deep unless one 
is doing so on a girl with freakishly large/long/thick labia. Thus, while the 
thought of a guy being able to fit his cockhead, and perhaps a couple inches 
beyond, into a girl or "girl" (woman) without marking her indelibly as a non-virgin 
may be arousing, and convenient plotwise, it's as absurdly unrealistic as the 
depiction of most female characters in a story as prefering internal vaginal 
stimulation over anything else (even when masturbating) and having orgasm after 
orgasm from being pounded into the mattress with little or no clitoral 
stimulation. Anyone attempting to act on either of these preposterous 
misconceptions is in for at least one rude awakening. Let's get with the program, 
huh? 