How Karen Spent her Summer Vacation, Part III 

"Home Summer School" 
(P-M1g1, H-H, I-Mf)
An erotic story by Katryna
Last updated 12/17/06 

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Author's Note: This story is very late. I intended to write it much earlier, but 
I had a severe case of writer's block with regards to the discussion between Jim 
and Mr. Evans. Again, thanks to my editor for certain character names, and the 
reader should not infer any resemblance to any real persons, living or dead, 
whether in terms of similar names, similarity of moral character, both, or the 
use of the former to imply the latter. Although, as they say, if the shoe fits... 

Karen Michaels purred softly in her sleep, shifting and squirming a bit in the 
covers, but with a blissful smile on her face. The chubby--"fat" was the term 
she always used, though never in a negative way--nine-year-old's legs were 
parted slightly, and she was moving her hips and eyes in small, jerky motions. 
She quivered and gasped softly and happily in her sleep, enjoying the visions of 
things much less innocent than sugarplums dancing in her head. 

As the numbers on the digital clock on her dresser (she tended to turn off her 
alarm half-awake if it was within arm's reach) flicked from 7:29 to 7:30, a 
shrill, blaring electronic beeping roared through the pleasant dream like a main 
battle tank through a garden. Karen's eyes flew open and she gasped, her heart 
rate jumping suddenly. She lay back, breathing deeply, for a moment, before she 
looked blearily over at the alarm clock, and it was another five seconds before 
she grudgingly slid out of bed, reached up to the dresser, and turned the clock 
off. 

She sighed and shook her head, fragments of the shattered dream still floating 
around inside. She didn't really remember what it was about, but she'd been 
enjoying it, and she had vague memories of it involving hands on her body and 
other things of that sort... She pondered and shrugged, opening the top dresser 
drawer, shaking her head again to clear the sleepiness from it. As she reached 
in for a pair of panties, she paused suddenly and blinked curiously. She'd just 
noticed a slight tingling between her legs. She reached down, curiously, and 
brushed her kitten with her fingers, blinking again as she realized she was 
kinda slick down there. 

She'd noticed this, every once in a while, but hadn't paid much attention. It 
was odd, she reflected, and she made a note to ask her daddy about it later. He'd 
promised to tell her all about sex stuff today, she remembered, and she grinned, 
shivering in anticipation. Maybe she'd better ask him, when he got out of the 
shower... 

The shower! She paused, listening, then squeaked with alarm. She didn't hear the 
water running in the pipes, so either her daddy had finished his shower early... 
"...or he's still in bed," She finished aloud. She swallowed, forgetting all 
about dressing as she dashed to the door of her room, opened it, and hurried 
down the hall to his room. She opened the door, forgetting about knocking in her 
alarm, and saw what she was afraid of. Her daddy was still lying in bed. 

She quickly crossed the room to his bed, leaned over, and grabbed his shoulder. 
"Daddy, daddy, wake up!" She said, eyes wide. 

"Mrmff?" He grunted, eyes opening a crack and turning towards her. 

"Daddy come on ya gotta get up we're gonna be late!" She stammered, barely 
enunciating it as a string of separate words, and certainly with a conspicuous 
lack of comma-pauses. 

"What?" He asked, opening his eyes about halfway, glancing up at the alarm clock 
on his dresser. He looked at it for a second, and his eyes shot open. "Holy shit!" 
He yelled. 

Karen giggled at the profanity as her father sat bolt upright in bed, quickly 
slipping out from underneath the covers, too alarmed at having overslept to give 
any consideration to his nakedness, or to his "morning wood." His daughter 
blinked as she looked at his stiff cock, wondering what that was all about, 
feeling herself shivering slightly as she stared. Jim registered this after a 
second as he rounded the bed and headed for the door, but didn't bother covering 
himself. "Shit, honey," He said. "I gotta take a shower real quick." 

"Want me to make you breakfast, daddy?" She asked. 

He smiled. "Yes please, pumpkin." With that, he headed out the bedroom door and 
down the hall toward the bathroom. 

She followed him into the hall, several steps behind. "Whatcha want?" 

"Doesn't matter," He called back. "Make what you feel like having." He stepped 
through the door into the bathroom and closed it behind him. 

Karen smiled and thought for a moment. Bacon and eggs sounded good, she decided. 
Bacon and eggs and bagels. She turned and scurried towards the stairs, pausing 
suddenly at the top of them. "Bacon," She said, shaking her head. She had made 
bacon before, and the first time, she hadn't bothered to dress first. That time 
was enough. She turned and hurried back to her room, then grabbed a pair of 
underwear from the top drawer without even looking. She stepped into the panties 
and pulled them up, noticing in passing that it was a red-and-white hearts 
pattern pair. As soon as she got them onto her hips, she reached down and opened 
the second drawer, grabbing a random t-shirt from it and quickly pulling it over 
her head; it was black with a diagram of the solar system on the back. 

She generally avoided wearing this particular shirt to school, since her 
classmates felt it invited comparison between her torso and Jupiter. The last 
time she'd done that, Ryan Alameda had been the first to comment on it, and she'd 
responded "fine, you're Shoemaker-Levy then." And of course, he didn't get it, 
just like he didn't get long division. She explained that Comet Shoemaker-Levy 
smashed against Jupiter and made a lot of noise and a brief flash, but had no 
long-term effect on the planet worth mentioning. He still didn't get it, so she 
had rolled her eyes in disgust and made monkey noises. He'd looked like he was 
about ready to punch her, but the teacher intervened, scolding her for picking 
on him and giving her a time-out. 

The teacher. Mrs. Sackson. The teachers had, of course, never been even remotely 
fair to her. She was too unpopular to be worthy of things like due process and 
the benefit of the doubt, as far as they were concerned, but this particular 
teacher had earned her undying enmity by humiliating her in front of the class 
on several occasions. The one that had stuck with her most had been the first 
week of school, when Mrs. Sackson had noticed her remaining silent during the 
pledge of allegiance, and had demanded that she come up in front of the class 
and say it. She had refused, and so the teacher had given her a detention, which 
her father had to straighten out the the principal, with halfway raised voices 
on both sides. And from then on, Mrs. Sackson had...she felt her fists starting 
to ball up and her jaw clenching, and so she forcibly derailed that train of 
thought before it had a chance to wreck her mood. She was out of the spiteful 
witch's class after today, after all. 

Finally she bent over and picked up a pair of jean shorts from the floor next to 
her bed. Since she only wore pants outside the house, and tended to spend most 
of her free time at home, she generally wore a pair for three or four days in a 
row; less if they got dirty or really sweaty. She stepped into them, pulled them 
up, zipped them, and began looking for her sandals. 

While Karen was getting dressed, Jim Michaels had started the shower and jumped 
into it without waiting for it to warm up, leaving him gasping and shuddering 
but waking him up much faster than any amount of coffee would. Though he groaned 
as it caused his balls to tighten, the cool water also helped his erection to 
shrink a little, and he grunted and squeezed his muscles, aiming his cock in the 
general direct of the drain as he peed. The water was warming by the time he 
finished, and he quickly squirted some shampoo into his hand and began to rub it 
into his hair. 

Karen slipped her feet into her sandals, buckled them, turned, and dashed out 
her bedroom door and down the stairs. She almost literally skidded to a halt on 
the linoleum kitchen floor, then quickly bent over and pulled the metal drawer 
under the stove open. She fished out a nice big frying pan and set it on one of 
the bigger burners, flicking the knob to low heat while she whirled around and 
grabbed the canola oil off the counter. She poured a sizable dollop of it into 
the pan and let it heat, while she scooted to the refrigerator and fished out 
the half-used package of bacon she'd put in a plastic baggie the day before 
yesterday while her father was frying the other half of it, the tub of cream 
cheese, and the bag of bagels. She set them all on the counter, then turned back 
to the fridge and grabbed a few eggs, giggling to herself. Her daddy didn't 
usually let them eat like this, but with school almost out he'd figured she 
deserved a treat for another year of exemplary grades. "As long as I don't get 
toooo used to it," She said, imitating his tone of voice and giggling happily. 

Meanwhile, her father had finished washing his hair and was rapidly soaping 
himself, trying to ignore his mostly-still-erection. He gasped as his hands 
brushed over his cock, feeling it swelling again as he tried to avoid thinking 
about women in general and Karen in particular. He shook his head; it wasn't 
working. "Can't go to work like this," He thought. "Better hurry." He washed the 
soap from his hand, wrapped his fist around his cock, and began to stroke firmly 
and rapidly. 

He tried, for the first thirty seconds or so, not to think about Karen; he'd 
decided last night that it was ok to think, but habits died hard. It was 
difficult, however, and besides, there was no time. He needed to get off as fast 
as possible. He sighed and thought back to the night before, thought back to 
swimming with her, to "sunblocking" her as the sun was setting, to bringing her 
to an orgasm and being on the verge of one himself. He gasped, feeling himself 
tensing as he remembered how he'd pressed his cockhead against her bottom, 
foolishly thinking to hide his ejaculation in the mess of sunblock between her 
cheeks, and she had unwittingly backed up onto it. He remembered the feeling of 
her silky walls around his head, her ring tightly squeezing his cockhead, how 
warm and wonderful she'd felt around him as his head had popped inside her and 
he was spurting into her within a second. He was close, and he idly wondered 
what it would be like to have pushed gently and smoothly into her velvety depths-- 

The bathroom door opened. "Daddy?" Karen said. He swallowed, looking in her 
general direction through the steamed and mostly opaque shower door, as he 
wiggled his hand quickly on his cock, feeling it starting to pulse between his 
fingers. 

"Yes pumpkin?" He gasped, as his cock pulsed, ropes of sperm landing against the 
wall, feeling himself quivering. He suppressed the urge to wince or moan as the 
tremors and jolts of pleasure rippled through his body. He felt awkward coming 
in front of her like this, even though she surely had no idea what was going on. 

"You 'bout done?" She asked, concerned. 

"Yeah," He responded. "Yeah, I'll be out in a minute." He flicked his wrist one 
more time, sending the last blob of cum splattering against the tile, thankful 
the water was still running, or else she'd surely have heard the splats. 

"Okay," She said, and hurried out, not bothering to close the door behind her. 
He sighed and shook his head, quickly rinsing the cum from his cock and hand, 
and the soap from the rest of his body, then stepped out of the shower. He 
reached up and grabbed his dark green towel from the bar and quickly dried 
himself, missing more than a few spots, trying to ignore the fact that his cock 
had only shrunk down to about half-hardness. He slipped the towel back onto the 
rack and hurried out the bathroom door and back down the hall to his room. He 
didn't bother to close the door, and quickly began to get dressed. 

Karen had scuttled back downstairs as quickly as she could and finished frying 
the bacon and eggs. She realized she hadn't bothered putting on an apron or 
anything, but looking down remembered her shirt was black, and hadn't faded much 
due to being rarely worn. The toaster oven dinged a moment later, and she fished 
out the bagels onto their plates before taking up the bacon and eggs. As she 
spread cream cheese onto the bagels, she giggled, thinking about white stuff 
smearing on round, pale buns, her thoughts drifting back to the night before. 

She purred, shivering, as she remembered swimming with her father, splashing and 
playing, being tickled. They'd both been naked, at her insistence, and for some 
reason, she couldn't quite keep her eyes off his body. Her daddy was very 
handsome, she reflected with a shiver, and she kinda noticed him looking at her, 
too. She'd read about women not liking being stared at, but she kinda liked it, 
and certainly didn't mind, especially from her daddy. It made her feel special 
that he liked looking at her, though she didn't really understand why. 

She'd enjoyed herself immensely, right up until she swam facefirst into a wall 
of the pool. She winced, reaching up and touching her nose gently; while it was 
still tender to the touch, it had mostly stopped hurting, especially after the 
sunblocking that followed. She grinned, shivering as she remembered that. She'd 
realized late in the day that they'd forgotten to apply any sunblock, and while 
she hadn't gotten burned, she didn't want to take chances. Especially not when 
it was so much fun having it applied, she thought with a giggle, remembering the 
feel of her father's hands as he kneaded the sunblock into her soft skin, 
caressing her body, making her feel all warm and tingly, especially when he'd 
sunblocked her thighs and chest. 

The best part, though, was when he'd sunblocked her kitty and her bottom, gently 
rubbing the former while working sunblock into the latter with a finger. She 
purred, closing her eyes and shivering again, as she remembered the warm, tingly, 
ticklish good feeling that had spread and then practically exploded through her 
fat little body, just like it had on Sunday when her father, and then Mr. Evans, 
had sunblocked her. She wasn't sure what that was about, and had been a little 
nervous after the first one, once she'd calmed down enough to consider it, but 
nothing bad had happened and the second had set her mind at ease. 

She remembered how her daddy had helped her and then continued to sunblock her, 
and her brow furrowed. He'd seemed agitated, she thought, though she'd been 
feeling too good to pay much attention. She'd felt herself starting to tingle 
again, and then he'd paused to apply some more sunblock to her bottom. She 
shivered as she remembered feeling the finger slip out of her bottom and then 
the "sunblock bottle" pressed against her anus, teasing her. She'd wanted to be 
filled again, and had pushed herself back, popping the top of the "bottle" 
inside, and she'd felt it twitch slightly, making her feel warm inside like Mr. 
Evans' "finger" had that Sunday. He'd quickly pulled the bottle out and then 
finished sunblocking her kitty and the inside of her bottom at her request, 
giving her another of those warm rushing throbbing feelings she loved so much. 
She reflected that the bottle had seemed surprisingly large, and she wondered 
briefly about that. 

Afterward, they'd gone back in the pool long enough to rinse off, and then went 
inside. They'd taken a shower to rinse the chlorine off, like they usually did, 
and at her suggestion they'd taken one together. Afterward they'd macaroni and 
cheese, and at her insistence had eaten and spent the rest of the evening naked, 
looking at each other semi-discretely, before he'd tucked her into bed and she'd 
gone to sleep eagerly anticipating the next day, when he'd promised to tell her 
about the things he'd hinted at before they swam, when they'd been talking about 
sunblock and kids and a couple court cases he really wished he hadn't lost. 

She was still thinking about sunblock and swimming and the promised explanations 
when her father came downstairs; dressed in his usual suit; he wasn't terribly 
fond of the outfit, but he found that clients tended to expect it. She was 
disappointed to see that he wasn't naked, though she understood he needed 
clothes for work, just like she needed them for school. "Wish we didn't," She 
thought, and sighed. They chatted a bit, but mostly ate quickly. She'd started 
eating sooner, so she took a moment to open the blinds where necessary to let 
the plants have some light, before hurrying out the door. The school was only a 
few blocks, perhaps a twenty minute walk, and they listened to the radio in the 
car and idly discussing possible plans for the summer before he dropped her off 
at school on the way to work. 

The last day of school couldn't pass quickly enough, despite the party games, 
which she mostly sat out, the snacks, of which she ate a modest quantity, and 
the--blech--diet sodas, which she avoided like the plague, and would have even 
if they were remotely palatable due to the "diet" jokes she would have had to 
endure. She heard a few of those anyway, mostly from idiots like Ryan Alameda 
and Tony Dacy, recommending that she have them, because she needed them. She'd 
calmly suggested they have some laxatives, because clearly they needed them, and 
went back to her reading; after they looked up the word "laxative" in the 
classroom dictionary, they'd been pretty upset at her comment, after which she 
had taken great pleasure in apologizing, in front of the class, for hurting 
their feelings. 

She'd choked back giggles for the rest of the day, with a fair success rate; the 
looks on their faces had been priceless, and their humiliation exceedingly 
gratifying. They'd been mad enough, she reflected, that her comment would 
unquestionably have gotten her beat up after school had she been a boy. While 
she always felt dirty whenever she took advantage of the perception of girls as 
being weak and fragile, she knew she couldn't fight the whole group of them, and 
so was glad that they probably wouldn't dare assault her. She wasn't sure she 
wanted to take a chance on that, though, and had intended to make a point of 
sitting next to the bus driver on the way back. Instead, she was surprised and 
pleased to find her daddy waiting for her at the curb when school got out. 

She refrained from squealing excitedly, but walked quickly toward the parking 
lot; she was about thirty feet from the car when she looked back over her 
shoulder. As she'd feared, Tony and Ryan and a few of their friends, including, 
ominously, several girls who could have beaten her up without getting in trouble, 
had emerged from around a corner and began to run toward her. "There she is!" 
Tony yelled. 

"C'mon, let's get the little bitch!" Ryan added as they dashed toward her. She 
winced; while her father had taught her these words only when she'd heard them 
from other kids and asked him about them, these boys and others like them had 
learned them mostly from their parents' examples. It was strange to her and she 
was around it pretty much every day, hearing elementary-school children using "adult" 
language. Adults didn't seem able to handle the concept; her daddy was pretty 
much the only one she'd ever met who believed her about the range and degree of 
profanity kids her age used routinely. 

She continued walking toward the car as they sprinted toward her. She smiled to 
her daddy and heard the click of the door locks disengaging as she approached 
the car, opening the door and climbing into the front seat; although she was 
officially "too young" to ride in front, due to the airbag safety issue, she was 
well over the weight limit, and had independently figured out that body size, 
not age, was the real issue with that. 

She smiled at her daddy, looking him over. He was still in his suit, but had 
taken off the jacket. "Hi, pumpkin," He said, and smiled. "How was school?" She 
looked over her shoulder at the bullies as they stopped about twenty feet from 
the car. They yelled obscenities and taunts at her, but she simply blew them a 
kiss before closing the car door. 

"Fine," She said, and shuddered. 

"Interesting wildlife," He said, sighing and shaking his head. He'd gotten fed 
up several times over of dealing with the school and its administration in 
regard to the bullying his daughter experienced, the bullying they consistently 
refused to take effective steps to deal with. He thought for a moment about 
going back and seeing if he could get some results this time, since the bastards 
had clearly been planning to attack her, but he knew better, and it would be a 
waste of time that they both knew could be put to more appealing uses. 

"Yeah," She replied, buckling her seatbelt as he pulled away from the curb and 
headed for the exit to the driveway. "So...how come you're here so early?" 

"I got the rest of the day off, sweetie," He replied, smiling. "Thought we could 
spend some time together." 

"Yeah," She replied, smiling back. "Sounds good." She pondered. "Whatcha wanna 
do daddy?" 

He shrugged and thought for a moment. "Well...I'm open to suggestions," He 
replied, shrugging again. He shook his head slightly; his lower head had a few 
ideas about what it wanted to do, and had all day long. He'd found it extremely 
difficult to concentrate at work anyhow, and was glad he'd planned this day off 
weeks in advance, though how he was pretty sure they were likely to spend it 
wasn't part of his original plans. Even now it was tough to get his mind around. 

"Well..." She said, giggling. "You did promise..." 

"Hmm?" He knew what she was getting at, of course, and he swallowed. He wasn't 
precisely dreading this, but he knew the upcoming conversation could become 
awkward. He was just glad his daughter was so mature and intelligent; otherwise 
it'd be worse. 

"You'd explain," She said, grinning. 

"Explain?" 

"You know. What we were talking about yesterday." She paused for a moment and 
giggled. "Sex." 

He nodded as he turned onto their street. "I did, didn't I..." He mused. "Well, 
let's wait until we get home and I'll tell you, pumpkin." She nodded, shivering, 
and he changed the subject for the moment. "Do I even need to ask how you did 
this semester?" 

She shrugged and smiled. "The usual." 

"C in PE, A in everything else?" She nodded. "Excellent. Well done, pumpkin." He 
smiled. "Maybe we should go out for dinner and celebrate." 

She nodded and smiled. "Sounds good daddy," She said. "But first I wanna hear 'bout 
sex." 

"All right, pumpkin," He said, smiling, as he turned onto their street, and less 
than a minute later pulled into their driveway. He shut off the engine and he 
and Karen hopped out of the car, Karen almost skipping happily to the door. He 
found his key and unlocked the door, then stood aside, gesturing invitingly. "After 
you." 

"Thank you, good sir," She giggled, stepping through the doorway. He followed 
her and closed and locked the door behind them. "Yay!" She exclaimed, turning 
suddenly, hugging him tightly and squealing. "No more school!" 

"For the summer, kitten," He reminded her, and she looked up at him and pouted 
ostentatiously. He chucked and shook his head. After a moment he let go of her 
and they walked into the living room. He hadn't bothered to open the blinds this 
morning, and was about to go open them before remembering that Karen had done so 
while he finished his breakfast. They didn't usually keep the blinds closed 
during the day, since he figured the neighbors would get suspicious, but he 
often tended to open them partway, with the slats at an angle such that they 
admitted light but it would be almost impossible for someone to see in without 
standing directly in front of them and looking down. This offered them and the 
houseplants some sunlight while affording them--especially Karen--some privacy. 
The blinds on the windows facing the yard they usually left open; the only 
person who could see in was Mr. Evans, and he was cool. 

"For the summer," She repeated, as she bent over and untied her shoes, her back 
to him. He smiled as he watched her, shivering slightly as he admired her ample, 
denim-covered bottom, swallowing as he thought back to the night before. He 
shook his head, and though he felt himself hinting at stirring, he ignored it. 
He swallowed again, wondering where to begin with their conversation. 

Karen was quivering with excitement as she tugged her unstrapped sandals from 
her feet. What her daddy had been talking about the evening before sounded 
interesting, and the fact that he'd insisted on waiting to have the talk 
suggested that it was A Big Deal. Some of it had sounded disturbing, especially 
what he'd mentioned about people thinking their sunblocking games were "bad," 
but she figured she'd better hear about that too, because she didn't want to get 
either of them in trouble. She didn't quite understand why her daddy seemed so 
uncomfortable about their sunblocking; maybe it was because of what people might 
think, or do. She'd learned well how consummately unreasonable popular opinion 
tended to be; after all, she was a fat girl in public school. She just hoped 
they could continue playing, and she'd do whatever she needed to in order to 
keep people from messing up their games. 

Jim watched her as she stood up and began to fumble with the button on her jeans. 
This was practically a ritual for her; every day after she got home she took off 
her shoes and pants, leaving the shoes by the end table and the pants draped 
over an arm of the couch until the next time she went upstairs, when she set 
them on the floor by her bed. She generally went around the house in panties and 
a t-shirt, though she often discarded these as well. She slept naked and rarely 
got dressed after bathing, which he'd tolerated with amusement and affection, 
and lately with some pleasure as well. She was beautiful as well as adorable, he 
thought, and shivered slightly, swallowing reflexively as he considered that, 
then shrugged. There was no harm in looking, he reminded himself, and he 
certainly didn't seem to be making her uncomfortable. That still amazed him, but 
he wasn't at all unhappy that she felt comfortable enough with him to be naked 
in front of him without feeling ashamed. 

Karen unzipped her jeans and tugged from from her hips, letting them fall; he 
saw she was wearing her hearts panties, one of two pairs. "Free!" She exclaimed, 
and giggled. He chuckled as she turned and smiled. "So, daddy, wanna talk here?" 

"Here or at the table, pumpkin," He said, and shrugged. 

"Here's good," Karen said, smiling. She turned and slouched onto the sofa, 
stretching her chubby legs and lifting her arms. "Ooooofff," She groaned, and 
grinned. 

He smiled. "Want something to drink, pumpkin?" He asked. 

"'nilla Coke," She said with a smile. He nodded and turned, heading into the 
kitchen, pausing in front of the fridge and swallowing before pulling it open. "I 
should have done this sooner," He thought, and shrugged. He wasn't entirely 
happy with the school district's decision to delay sex ed until the following 
grade, but at Karen's age most kids certainly didn't need to know more about sex 
than was happened to their bodies during puberty, that having sex could be risky, 
and that they shouldn't let anyone touch their bodies in a way they didn't like. 
Of course, most kids her age hadn't been sodomized by their next door neighbors 
or been brought to orgasm before. He grinned at that; Karen certainly liked the 
way she'd been touched, though he knew that almost any observer would consider 
this under the heading they meant by "ways she didn't like." 

He fished out a pair of soda cans and turned, heading back into the living room, 
not bothering with glasses. Karen was waiting for him on the couch, of course, 
and smiled as he approached. "Here you go, kitten," He said, handing her her 
soda and smiling. 

"Thank you daddy," She replied, as she popped the tab. He sat down on the other 
end of the sofa and opened his soda, taking a sip as he tried to figure out 
where to begin. Karen sat and watched him patiently, smiling warmly. 

"Um...well, how much have they taught you in school?" He asked, after a moment, 
shrugging. 

"Nothing since yesterday, daddy," She replied, giggling. 

He winced and nodded; he'd asked her the same thing the day before. "Right. 
Sorry, pumpkin," He said, pausing. "Well...do you have a pretty good idea of 
what's down there?" 

"My kitty?" She said, and shrugged. 

"Right, pumpkin," He said. "I mean...do you know what your clitoris is?" 

She blinked and shook her head. "Heard some of the boys in my math class talking 
about them and giggling a whole bunch once," She said with a shrug. 

"Have you ever looked at yourself...your kitty...like in a mirror?" He asked. 

She shook her head again. "Want me to go do that?" 

He smiled, swallowing. "You can if you want, pumpkin," He said. "And then you 
can ask me about parts and I can tell you about them if you want." 

She smiled. "Why don'tcha come with me," She suggested. "You can tell me while I'm 
looking." 

He paused, shivering slightly; the idea certainly had its appeal, and it would 
be an efficient way of teaching her... "You sure you're comfortable with that, 
pumpkin?" 

She nodded, looking at him a little strangely. "'course daddy," She said, 
giggling. "I'll go get the hand mirror then?" They had one in the bathroom, 
which she used for straightening her hair; she'd never been interested in makeup. 

"Why don't we go up to your room, kitten," He suggested, shivering slightly. She 
nodded and smiled, climbing up off the sofa, bringing her soda with her. He 
lifted himself, grunting, grabbed his, and followed her as she padded toward the 
stairs. He shook his head, admiring her body again. He couldn't believe he was 
doing this, but he supposed it was harmless enough; he'd just have to be careful 
not to let himself get carried away--he winced, shaking his head at that. Could 
he possibly...nah. 

They rounded the corner at the top of the stairs and she ducked into the 
bathroom, grabbing the hand mirror from its place on the counter before leading 
the way to her bedroom. He followed her, swallowing, staying back at from the 
doorway. "Why don't you go ahead and close the blinds, honey," He suggested; he 
doubted anyone other than Mr. Evans, perhaps, could see into the bedroom, but he 
wasn't about to take chances. He would never hurt his daughter and would never 
allow her to be hurt, either, and he knew that being taken away from him would 
have that effect. The thought inspired a wince. 

She nodded. "Okay." She scooted to the window and closed the blinds fully; when 
she had done so he stepped into the room and turned the light on. Karen smiled 
at her father and clambered onto the bed, scooting back up onto it like she had 
when they'd watched the end of The Lion King sunday night. He sat down next to 
her and smiled. 

"You're gonna need to take your underpants off, pumpkin," He told her. "If you're 
okay with that..." He grinned, teasingly, and she giggled; they both knew she 
was about as modest as she was male. 

She leaned back and lifted her butt with her legs, reaching for the waistband, 
then paused, giggling. "Help me?" She said, giggling again. 

He blinked; the flirtation surprised him. No matter, he thought; probably just 
something she's seen in a movie before. He blinked again, kicking himself; he'd 
let her watch the occasional R-rated movie, but he didn't remember anything like 
this. Deciding he'd have to ask her about it, he shot her a disapproving look 
that quickly became a grin. "Fine, fine. Lazybutt." He said, swatting the side 
of her bottom lightly. She squeaked and stuck her tongue out before dissolving 
once more into giggles. He'd almost never spanked her when she was younger, and 
never very hard or for very long, but they would sometimes give each other a 
playful swat like this. 

"C'mon," She said, giggling. He sighed and reached down, hooking his fingertips 
under the waistband of her panties before them pulling down, careful but 
businesslike. She smiled warmly and shivered slightly as he bared her soft, 
chubby mound and creamy thighs, shameless as always. "What should I do?" She 
asked him. 

"Lean back on the pillow, pumpkin," He told her, and she did so, her back at 
about a sixty degree angle to the bed. "Now spread your legs." She nodded, 
simply opening them as if she were doing jumping jacks. "You might want to bend 
your knees a little, pumpkin," He told her. 

"Ok," She said, bending them outward slightly. He shivered as he looked down at 
her kitty; the soft, fleshy little lips had started to ease apart slightly. She 
looked down too, then up at him, smiling. 

He handed her the mirror. "Now, hold this so you can see well, pumpkin," He told 
her, and she nodded, playing with the angle and distance of the mirror a bit 
before deciding on a position. 

"Now what daddy?" She asked, smiling, shivering in anticipation. 

He swallowed. "Well, that depends, pumpkin," He said. "Are you comfortable with 
me touching you down there?" 

"Touching my kitty?" She asked, and he nodded. "'course," She replied, looking 
at him a little strangely and giggling. "You sunblocked it, 'member?" 

He nodded. "This is different, pumpkin," He said, then paused, shrugging. "Well, 
maybe it isn't." He swallowed, gingerly reaching down until his left fingertips 
gently brushed her puffy lips, drawing a soft gasp from her. "This ok?" 

She nodded. "Yes daddy, that's nice." He smiled, blushing a little, and nodded 
back. "Ok. Now...this is your kitty, you know that. It's called a few other 
things besides." He glanced up at her; she was looking from the mirror to him, 
waiting for him to continue. "The word doctors use for it is 'vulva' but most 
people don't say that. If they're trying to be polite, they'll either avoid the 
subject or say 'vagina.'" 

"Is that wrong?" She asked him. 

"In a way, pumpkin," He said, shrugging. "Your vagina is a part of your vulva; 
you can't see it like this, so I'll point it out in a moment." He paused, 
thinking for a moment. "Calling your vulva 'your vagina' is kinda like calling 
your face 'your mouth.'" 

She nodded, listening, then giggled. "It's like a hole, right?" She asked. 

"Yes pumpkin," He told her. "First things first." He gently drew his finger 
along her lips, and she purred, shivering slightly. "These are your 'labia,' 
pumpkin," He told her. "These folds of skin here. Most people call them 'lips,' 
since that's what they look like, and 'labia' means 'lips' in Latin anyway." He 
swallowed as he told her, ignoring the stirring of his body. 

"Okie," She said, shivering. "What are they for?" 

"Mostly for covering and protecting the rest of your kitty, pumpkin," He told 
her. "You've got two sets down here, an outer set that are just these folds here" 
He brushed his finger along them again, and she purred again. "The rest of your 
kitty is up between them. I'm going to spread them now, if that's ok." 

"'course," She giggled, giving him a melodramatic eyeroll. "Geez." He smiled 
sheepishly and gently rested the tips of his index and middle fingers on her 
outer lips, slowly parting his fingers and spreading her lips. He gasped, 
shivering as the soft, thin, reddish-pink inner lips were revealed, along with 
the rest of his daughter's slit; her clitoris was easy enough to discern, and he 
was only slightly surprised to note a hint of shiny slickness in the region of 
her vagina itself. "Wow," She said softly, and shivered. "Cool." 

"Now, these are your inner labia, or 'labia minora' if your doctor ever asks 
about them." He brushed the inner folds softly with his fingertips, and she 
gasped happily. "You okay, pumpkin?" He asked, and she nodded. 

"Lemme guess...the outer ones are majora right?" She smiled, shivering again. 

"That's right, kitten," He told her, and grinned. "I always just say lips." 

"Do you call it a vulva?" She asked, cocking her head. 

"I call yours a kitty, pumpkin," He told her, smiling. "But you know that." 

"What about like a grown-up woman?" She asked. "Like mom?" She blushed, giggling 
as it occurred to her that her daddy probably touched her mommy the way he was 
touching her now. She had no memory of her mother, as her father had obtained 
custody shortly after she was born, but she knew that adult relationships and 
sex were related somehow. 

He blushed slightly as well. "Well, honey, there are a few other names for it 
you might hear," He told her. "Though they're mostly considered cuss words." 

"Like what?" She asked, then paused, giggling. "Is 'pussy' one of them? 'cause I've 
heard boys talking about it..." 

He nodded. "Yeah. That's kinda where I got 'kitty' from, pumpkin," He told her. 
"But it's, you know, cuter." 

"Cuter and littler?" She asked, giggling. 

"Yes pumpkin," Her daddy responded. "Like yours." 

"Ah," She said, nodding and giggling slightly. She smiled up at him as she 
waited for him to continue. She was enjoying the gentle feel of his fingers on 
her kitty, and was eager to hear more. This was definitely interesting, and the 
touching made it just oh so much better. 

"There are a few other words, but they're mostly even ruder than 'pussy,'" He 
told her. "'Twat' and 'snatch' are kinda out of style. 'Hole' you might have 
heard, and 'cootchie' is one that kids in your age group sometimes use." He 
paused. "The rudest one is 'cunt' though. That's one you definitely shouldn't 
say." 

"I heard that before," She told him, blushing. "But it was a girl who said it, 
and she was calling another girl that." 

"Well, it's rude enough that it's used as a mean name for someone, sort of like 
guys get called 'dicks.'" 

"Ah," She said again, and smiled up at him, waiting for him to continue, then 
paused. "Um, what is a dick exactly?" 

"A penis, pumpkin." 

"Ah." She had a pretty good idea what he meant now; she'd seen his when they'd 
been naked together, and lately she'd found herself paying more attention to it, 
though she wasn't sure why. She made a note to ask him, but right now they were 
talking about her. 

"I'm not sure what you feel most comfortable calling this, pumpkin," He said 
with a shrug, patting her parted lips gently. "Though I'd prefer you not call it 
any of the 'rude' ones." He paused and shrugged. "I suppose 'pussy' would be all 
right; that's what I've always called other women's." 

She giggled. "I think 'my kitty' is cute, daddy," She said. 

He grinned. "So do I, pumpkin." 

She blushed slightly as she got it, and smiled. "Thanks daddy. So, um...where 
were we?" 

"Well, these are your labia minora, pumpkin," He told her, brushing them again 
with his fingers, drawing another purr. He shivered slightly and suppressed a 
wince as he felt his erection starting to strain against the suit pants he 
realized he was still wearing; he'd gotten too caught up in teaching (and 
touching) Karen to fully register his body's reaction until now. 

"Uh huh," She said. 

He paused for a moment, pondering. There were two other main parts down here 
that needed attention; he decided to start with the vagina. "Now here, pumpkin, 
is your vagina," He told her, reaching down with his other hand and pointing to 
the opening at the back of her kitty. "You see it?" 

"Yeah I know what that is daddy," She said, giggling. "Never seen it though. 
Looks cool...what's this webby bit?" She asked curiously, her finger joining his 
and pointing to the membrane covering most of the opening. 

"That's your hymen, pumpkin. It's also called a maidenhead, or a cherry, or a 
few other things." 

"What's it do?" She asked, curiously. 

"Not a damn thing, as far as I'm aware," He said with a shrug. "Except get 
stretched or torn in various minor accidents, or when a girl has sex for the 
first time." She winced, looking rather nervous. "From what I'm told it doesn't 
hurt all that much," He said with a shrug. "But it varies from girl to girl." 

She nodded. "Why's it there, then?" 

He shrugged. "Maybe it helps keep you from getting infections up in there?" He 
suggested. "To most people it's not real interesting except as a way of showing 
that a girl is a virgin, but it doesn't always mean that even." 

"Virgin?" She asked, curious. "I heard some people talkin' 'bout that...said it 
had something to do with purity." 

"A virgin is someone who's never had sex," He replied. "Specifically someone who 
hasn't had penis-in-vagina sex." She giggled and nodded, and he felt himself 
straining against his pants, shivering. "As for the purity thing, that's a long 
story, and I'll explain in a bit." 

"'k," She responded, smiling. She purred softly, enjoying the feel of her daddy's 
fingers, but fascinated and a little distracted by what he was telling her. She 
reached down and poked around curiously at her lips and opening, and he watched 
her for a moment, smiling, before moving on. 

"Now, you recall I mentioned your clitoris?" She nodded. "Well, that's this bit 
here." , gently brushing the little bud tucked in under the forward joining of 
her inner lips. 

She gasped, shivering at the touch. "Ooh..." She grinned, at him. "Wow daddy. 
That's...that's what you and Mr. Evans were doing such a good job sunblocking 
right?" 

He nodded and smiled. "Yes, pumpkin. The clitoris is an organ girls and women 
have instead of a penis--" 

"--I thought that was my v'gina?" She interrupted. 

"Well, more or less. The clitoris is formed from the same tissue that would have 
turned into a penis if you'd been a boy." She blinked, uncomprehending. "Babies 
start out as kind of in-between when they're developing inside their mothers," 
He explained, "and then they start to become different down there about three 
months into the pregnancy." 

She nodded; she had a general idea of what pregnancy was, but she made a note to 
ask her daddy more about it. "What's it for daddy?" She asked, smiling. 

"For?" 

"Yeah. What does it do?" 

"Nothing, really, pumpkin," He said. "It just feels really good when touched, as 
you've probably noticed." 

She nodded, giggling. "Yeah," She confirmed, and shivered, pausing a moment, 
then smiling lovingly. "Daddy?" 

"Yes pumpkin?" 

"Can ya touch it more?" She giggled, shivering, blushing a little again as she 
asked. 

"Sure thing, pumpkin." He smiled and gently brushed his fingertip along the nub 
of her clit, through the sheath, and she gasped and quivered, starting to close 
her eyes. His cock strained harder against his pants, and he swallowed, 
quivering a bit himself, looking from her little kitty to the blissed out 
expression on her face. He smiled and felt his cock twitch as he noticed that 
she was starting to become visibly slicker under his touch. "Mmm," She purred, 
shivering, grinning at him for a moment before turning her head back to watch 
his fingers caressing her in the mirror. 

"Do you want me to keep going, pumpkin?" He asked her, a little hoarsely. 

"Uh huh," She purred, looking up at him lovingly through half-closed eyes. "'s'nice, 
daddy." She paused, grinning up at him. "So you don't need sunblock to do this?" 

He chuckled. "No, kitten," He admitted. "It feels nice when its touched either 
way. It's just, the sunblock makes it a little more comfortable unless you're 
already slippery..." He paused, looking at her probingly. "And provides a 
convenient excuse..." 

She blushed and giggled, shrugging, breathing harder as he caressed her clitoris. 
Her chubby little body was feeling warm and tingly, and his fingers slipping 
across her smooth skin were exciting her. She quivered a bit, breathing deeply 
as she enjoyed, making little gasping noises of pleasure. 

He nodded, smiling, reaching down with his right middle finger and rubbing it 
around gently in the juices seeping out of her opening. "Feel this pumpkin?" 

"Uh huh," She repeated. "That happens sometimes daddy. What is it?" 

"It's your body's way of getting you ready to have sex, pumpkin," He replied. "It 
produces this slippery stuff so that someday when you're with a guy you want to 
have sex with he can get himself inside you easier." 

"Ah," She said, purring and leaning back further as he caressed her. 

"It happens when you're feeling aroused," He continued as he lifted his finger 
and gently spread the juices over her clitoris. She moaned softly as he began to 
circle his finger around the edge of her nub, the juices helping it glide easily 
over her soft, tender skin. "People usually call it 'getting wet', and the 
slippery stuff 'juice.'" She was breathing harder and faster, he saw, and her 
skin was starting to flush a little bit; her eyes were mostly closed. "How you 
feelin', pumpkin?" 

"All good and tingly," She said, slowly opening her eyes and grinning. "Izzat 
bein' aroused?" 

He nodded. "If I keep going, pumpkin...well, you remember what's happened the 
other times?" She nodded. "Want me to?" He teased; she nodded frantically, 
whimpering as he backed off slightly. 

"Please," She gasped, looking up at him pleadingly with half-opened eyes. 

"Well, all right pumpkin," He said, and grinned as he resumed circling her clit 
with his fingertip. She gasped, laying back and closing her eyes, and after a 
moment she started to move her hips slightly, rubbing herself against his finger. 
He grinned, adjusting his posture, half-laying back next to her, and she moved 
slightly, pressing her side against his. He glanced down; his gently throbbing 
cock was making a very prominent bulge in his pants, and part of him was glad 
she wasn't likely to notice, lost in her pleasure as she was. He knew, however, 
that he'd have to explain sooner or later; she would certainly be curious, and 
besides, it was only fair. 

Karen moaned as she moved, rubbing against her father's finger. She gasped, her 
chubby body starting to tense as he rubbed her clit, and he could feel the heat 
of her against his side and his hands. He smiled, rubbing a little faster, still 
gently, and she moaned louder in response. They stayed like this for several 
minutes, both of them breathing hard, the rise and fall of her chest in about 
the same rhythm her hips were pushing her against his finger. "Ooh...daddy it...ahh...feels 
so good...what...what's happenin'?" She asked, opening her eyes and looking up 
at him, curious, flushed, and breathing hard. 

He smiled. "You're getting more aroused, pumpkin," He said. "And pretty soon you'll 
have an orgasm, I expect." 

"A what?" She gasped, her body tensing further as she rubbed herself against his 
finger. He shifted his fingers so that the index and middle finger of his right 
hand were side by side across her clit, rubbing slowly and lightly in circles. 

"Remember how you felt when I sunblocked you for long enough? Sort of a tingly 
throbby rushy feeling?" 

"Ah..." She nodded, gasping as she tensed. "That's...ooh...an or-gasm?" 

He nodded. "Sure is, pumpkin," He told her. "Think you're close to one?" 

She nodded enthusiastically, closing her eyes. He purred softly himself, 
watching her face as he caressed her, her fat little body moving her hips faster 
against his hand. He loved her so much, he thought as he smiled and shivered. He 
was glad to be making her feel so nice, and he could feel all the silly little 
inhibitions and objections that had been running through his mind bleeding away 
from him as he watched her tensing, his finger caressing her clitoris gently and 
lovingly as she neared the brink. 

Karen moaned, whimpering, squirming a little as she ground herself against her 
daddy's hand, feeling the now-familiar tingling of an impending "or-gaz-um" 
starting to spread through her chubby body. She closed her eyes, focusing on the 
wonderful feelings her daddy was giving her, loving him so much as she pushed 
her clitoris up against his fingers one last time. She began to quake, 
whimpering and gasping as waves of pleasure began to ripple through her, less 
intensely than the times with the sunblock, but still very, very nice. 

Jim moaned softly himself, quivering as he watched Karen's body tense and begin 
to quiver, her flushed face squinching up in orgasm as she came against his 
finger. He didn't have a finger in her bottom to feel it pulsing this time, but 
he could feel a faint throbbing from the muscles of her vagina against his 
finger. She whimpered, squirming and shuddering as she rode out her orgasm, 
gasping and squeaking softly in pleasure as he brought her off. 

Karen collapsed back against the bed, breathing hard, quivering gently with each 
minor spasm as her orgasm subsided. She slowly opened her eyes and blinked 
almost sleepily. Her skin was flushed and gently glistening with perspiration. "Wow," 
She said, smiling softly, then cocked her head curiously. "Thats...called an...or-gasm?" 

"Yes pumpkin," Her father said, his fingers still resting against her kitty. He 
moved his fingers slightly, brushing her lips gently and making her gasp and 
shiver. "Liked it?" 

"Uh-huh," She said, and grinned. "Yeah, that was neat." 

"I'm glad, pumpkin," He replied. "Now...where were we?" 

"Huh?" She asked, cocking her head as her breathing gradually slowed. 

"With the anatomy lesson," He clarified, grinning. 

"Ah. Um, you just told me about my clit'ris an' v'gina," She said, reaching up 
and pinching her lip as she pondered. "So where do I pee from down here?" 

"I'm not entirely sure, pumpkin," He replied with a shrug. "Somewhere between 
your clitoris and vagina, I believe." 

"Mmkay," She said with a slight shrug, and smiled. "I'll figure it out later I 
guess." 

"Awright, pumpkin," He said, and smiled. 

"So...what next daddy?" She asked, stretching out a bit, still blissfully naked. 
He smiled; Karen was breathing deeply and her skin was still flushed and 
glistening slightly. She looked so beautiful, he thought, and so hot too. In 
more than one sense, he thought with a smile. He halfway kicked himself, then 
shrugged; he wasn't sure whether he was pleased or alarmed that he seemed to be 
getting over his guilt at having sexual thoughts about his daughter, but it was 
certainly convenient given her interest in their explorations. 

"Well..." He pondered. "How much do you know about boys, pumpkin?" 

"You mean what guys have down there?" She asked, and giggled. "Well I've seen 
yours daddy." He nodded, and she paused, looking at him curiously. "Daddy?" 

"Yes pumpkin?" 

"You know how your, um, penis usually sorta dangles?" She blushed slightly, 
cocking her head as she looked up at him. 

"Yes pumpkin," He replied. "Gets in the way less that way, for one thing." 

She giggled, blushing a bit more. "But, um, like this morning it was all 
sticking up and stuff?" 

It was his turn to blush. "Yes pumpkin," He repeated. 

"How come?" She asked, smiling as she watched him. 

"Well, honey, it gets like that...um, for a couple of reasons. For one, it tends 
to happen to guys when they have to pee, especially at night..." 

"So that's what happened?" She asked, cocking her head. 

"Probably, pumpkin," He said, and shrugged. 

"Daddy?" She asked, blushing. He cocked his head, listening. "Um, can I maybe 
see yours?" 

"See it? Well..." He pondered for a moment, then shrugged. He was comfortable 
enough being naked around his daughter, but felt some residual embarrassment due 
to the intense erection now straining his pants. On the one hand, he'd have to 
explain to her why it was like that, and he wasn't sure how she'd take that 
explanation. On the other hand, he knew he'd have to explain eventually, and 
besides, the way things were going... he shook his head and smiled. 

"Please daddy?" She asked, smiling. "C'mon, I showed you mine." She giggled. 

"You show me yours daily, pumpkin," He said with a grin. 

"Then it's only fair," She insisted, grinning back. "C'mon, take your clothes 
off daddy." 

"All right, all right," He said, reaching toward his collar. He began to 
unbutton his shirt, fumbling slightly with the buttons in his nervousness, part 
of him glad to feel his erection fading slightly as he concentrated on 
undressing. 

Karen giggled. "Here, let me help ya." She sat up and leaned forward, working to 
untie his right shoe for him. She couldn't quite reach the knot, so she grunted 
and shifted her position, pulling her legs under her and leaning forward, 
sliding somewhat awkwardly onto all fours. The posture accented her chubby tummy 
and showed off her ample bottom nicely, and she wiggled the latter slightly as 
she moved. He felt himself rapidly returning to full hardness and sighed as he 
worked his way down the shirt. 

Karen popped his right shoe off and leaned over further to work on the left one, 
wiggling her butt even more. He tugged his unbuttoned shirt out of his pants and 
slipped his arms out of it, tossing it aside, as Karen unlaced his left shoe and 
slipped it off. "Socks too?" He asked with a shrug. 

"Socks too, daddy," She said, giggling. "I'm naked, you should be too." She 
grinned playfully, but he knew she meant it, and wondered for a moment if she 
meant now or in general. He decided to ask later, but he suspected she'd prefer 
the latter whether or not she was meaning to hint at it. She was habitually 
trying to get him to come skinny dipping and such with her, after all. 

He nodded. "Mind getting them for me, pumpkin?" He asked. 

She grinned over her shoulder. "'course not, daddy," She replied, wiggling her 
butt a bit more as she leaned forward and began to tug his right sock down. He 
undid his belt and button, swallowing as he stared at her chubby bottom. He 
chuckled; she seemed to be wiggling it on purpose. He gave her a playful swat on 
the right cheek; she squeaked and giggled, fake-glaring over her shoulder. "Whazzat 
about?" She asked. 

"You're being naughty," He replied, grinning. "Waving your butt in my face like 
that." 

"Ya mean like this?" She wiggled it a bit more, grinning. 

"Yes, like that," He said, and gave her another playful swat. She giggled and 
tossed his right sock aside, then started on the left, still wiggling a bit. He 
reached down and unzipped his pants, sighing with relief as his underwear-covered 
cock poked up and out through the fly. Relieving the constriction was a huge 
improvement, and he found himself actually looking forward to being fully bare, 
Karen or no. 

Or was that entirely accurate? He paused, thinking for a moment, watching Karen's 
fat bottom wiggling in his general direction and felt himself straining again, 
albeit slightly. No, he realized; he wasn't indifferent to being naked with 
Karen, he was starting to enjoy it. He half-kicked himself, mentally, then 
shrugged. Things would develop the way they developed, and he was increasingly 
thinking that this wasn't such a bad direction for their relationship to take. 
True, it was socially unacceptable, and illegal, but he was reasonably confident 
that if they were careful they would be able to hide their unusual relationship 
from prying eyes and ears. And Karen was clearly enjoying herself, and though he 
still wasn't entirely comfortable with admitting it, so was he. He smiled, 
admiring the roundness and jiggliness of her bottom, and her soft, smooth, 
hairless lips barely visible between her legs. She was beautiful, he thought 
again. 

"Daddy..." Karen whined expectantly, looking over her shoulder. "C'mon, get'cher 
pants off." She grinned, both quivering and blushing slightly, and he shrugged, 
returning both. 

"All right, all right," He said, reachign down and grasping the waistbands of 
his pants and underwear. He took a deep breath, swallowed, then grinned. "Think 
I need some help, pumpkin," He said, shrugging slightly. 

She giggled, turning around, still on all fours, before sliding up onto her 
knees. "Lazybutt," She said. He smiled, looking her over rather conspicuously, 
shivering slightly as he eyed the cleft of her chubby little lips. She grinned, 
cocking her head. "Like whatcha see?" She giggled; he figured she'd copied the 
line from a movie, and was idly wondering which one. 

"Yeah," He admitted, grinning back. "Yeah, I do." 

She blushed rather deeply, smiling. "Me too, daddy," She said, shivering 
slightly. 

He smiled warmly. "How do you know, pumpkin?" He teased. "You're not seeing all 
of me." 

"True," She replied, and giggled. "Here." Karen leaned forward, grasping the 
waistbands of her father's pants and underwear with her right hand, but had to 
reach around to grab with her left. This brought her quite close to his crotch, 
and he felt himself straining harder as he considered the implications. He was 
sure she had no idea...he shrugged mentally, watching as she tucked her left 
fingers under his waistbands and tugged his pants and underwear unceremoniously 
downward. 

Karen shivered with anticipation as she began to tug; she'd seen her daddy naked 
before, but this was different somehow. She was feeling a lot of that warm 
tingly feeling he called "aroused," and was definitely looking forward to 
getting her daddy's pants off. And then...she wasn't sure what next. Maybe she'd 
see if he wanted to go in the pool later, but she had a lot of questions to ask 
first. She pulled his underwear and pants down off his hips, then a little 
farther, noticing that they seemed to be bulging oddly. She wasn't quite sure 
what that was about, but she kept pulling, and then squeaked in surprise as 
something sprang up at her. "Whoa!" She exclaimed, recoiling slightly. 

Jim chuckled, and Karen looked up at him, mouth open slightly, as he did so. "That's 
my penis, pumpkin," He told her. 

"It's...whoa. It's never been all big and up like this before," She said, then 
giggled, staring at it for a moment before looking back up at his face. "Um, it's 
not gonna bite me, is it?" 

"Only if you want it to, pumpkin," He said, and grinned at her. 

She giggled, blushing a bit and looking down at it curiously. She'd seen a 
couple of boys' penises before, when they were changing or peeing, and once when 
she'd spied on a couple of boys playing doctor, but this was different. Her 
daddy's penis was much larger and stronger-looking than theirs; with no basis of 
comparison she wouldn't have recognized it as "average" for an adult male. It 
looked big to her, and she was a bit surprised that this could ever fit inside a 
woman. But clearly it could, she thought; she got here somehow, after all. Maybe 
girls' vaginas got bigger as they got older like guys' penises seemed to. She 
made a note to ask her daddy about that later; for the moment she was too 
engrossed. "Can...can I touch it?" 

He swallowed, then nodded. "If you like, pumpkin," He said, smiling warmly. 

"Cool," She said, gingerly reaching out and brushing it with her fingers. He 
shivered softly and his cock twitched a bit She giggled. "It jumped!" She said, 
grinning, then brushed it again. "Ooh, it's all hard..." She paused, looking at 
it, then up at him curiously. "How come, daddy?" 

"Guys' penises get like that so they can go inside a woman," He told her. "It's 
what happens to guys when they're turned on, just like girls get wet." 

"Turned on?" She blinked. "You mean, um, aroused?" 

"Yes pumpkin," He said, smiling. "They mean the same thing. Well, when used like 
this." 

"Oh," She said, and giggled, blushing slightly. "Um..." She blushed a bit deeper. 
"Err, why is it like this though daddy? Um, I mean...is it me that's turning you 
on?" She felt the urge to smack herself, and suppressed a wince; of course it 
was her. What a stupid thing to say, she thought; it's not like there was anyone 
else in the room. 

He nodded, blushing a bit and looking down. "Yes, pumpkin," He said, and 
shrugged apologetically. "Does that bother you?" 

She looked at him strangely, then giggled. "Heck no, daddy," She said, blushing 
a bit more herself. "Actually, um...I like it..." She blushed deeper still, and 
smiled warmly at him, shifting her position a bit so that she was half-lying, 
half-sitting on the bed, facing him with her feet toward his. 

"I'm glad you're happy, pumpkin," He smiled. "So, um...does that mean I turn you 
on too then?" She blushed, nodding. "I like that, pumpkin," He said, reaching 
out and gently brushing her cheek. 

She nuzzled his hand, and sort of purred, like she tended to when he'd petted 
her kitty. "Yay," She said, and grinned. "So, um...what is all this?" She 
gestured to his crotch, and grinned. "I mean, it's not all your penis right?" 

"Nuh-uh," He responded. "That's this part here." He pointed to his cock, gently 
brushing the shaft with his own fingers. "This stuff here is my foreskin," He 
said, gesturing to the tunnel of skin out of which his cockhead was barely 
peeking. "It covers and protects this part." He pulled it back, glancing at her, 
she was watching, clearly engrossed, as he bared his cockhead. "This is the 
glans," He told her. "Most people call it a head or cockhead." 

"Cockhead?" She asked, cocking her head, giggling after a moment as she 
recognized the ironic coincidence. 

"Yeah. Because a guy's penis is sometimes called a cock," He told her. "Kinda 
like how a woman's vulva is sometimes called a pussy." 

She nodded, pondering. "What do you call it, daddy?" 

"Cock usually," He said, shrugging. "What about you?" 

She giggled, grinning. "Well...most girls at school say 'thing' or 'willy' if 
they talk about it at all," She said, shrugging. "Seems kinda silly though. 
Silly, willy..." She shrugged, giggling again. Talking about sex seemed to bring 
that out of her, she thought with a smile. It was all so new, and so naughty, 
and so interesting and personal...she shivered, smiling at her daddy, waiting 
for him to continue. A thought occurred to her. "What should I call it, daddy?" 

"You can call it a cock if you want," He said, shrugging. 

She pondered. "Cock isn't cute though," She said, giggling. "But your penis is 
daddy." She winked, giggling yet again, and he smiled. 

"Thanks pumpkin," He told her. "Wanna call it something cute like "kitty," is 
that it?" 

She nodded, and grinned. "Is birdy ok daddy?" 

He chuckled and shrugged. "If you want, pumpkin." It wasn't his first choice of 
nicknames, but she was right, it was a cute name, and it fit with "kitty" nicely. 
It might, actually, he thought, but quickly derailed that train of thought. This 
playing around was one thing, but... 

"Yay," She said, giggling. "So, um...this is what you have that's like my clit'ris 
daddy?" He nodded. "Does it feel all good like that?" She asked, cocking her 
head curiously. 

"Well, it feels nice when touched, pumpkin, but I doubt it's as strong," He said, 
shrugging. 

"How do ya know?" She asked. 

"Well, because the clitoris has the same amount of nerve endings as the penis, 
more or less, packed into a lot less space." 

"Oh...nerve endings are what feel good then?" She asked. He nodded, reminding 
himself to give her a more in-depth exploration of anatomy--he mentally 
rephrased that, rather half-heartedly--at some later point. "Ok," She said, then 
grinned, more or less reading his mind. "I'll look it up. So, um, what's the 
rest of this?" She said, gesturing excitedly to his crotch. 

"Well, pumpkin, besides my penis...um, these are my testicles," He said, 
gesturing to them. "They're usually called nuts or balls." 

"What are they for?" She asked, smiling. 

"Well, mostly they just get in the way and really hurt when bumped or twisted 
around funny," He replied. "But they also produce sperm." 

"Sperm to put in a woman to make a baby?" She asked, and he nodded. "Ah. So they're, 
like, hooked up inside here someplace?" She asked, gesturing again. 

"Yeah," He replied again. 

"And this is where it comes out, right?" She said, gesturing to the opening at 
the tip of his cockhead. 

"That's right, pumpkin," He said. 

"Okay," She said, and smiled. "And sperm comes out...when you put it in a woman?" 

"Well, yes and no, pumpkin," He replied. "It comes out when a man has an orgasm." 

"Oh," She said. "But does a guy have to have it in a woman's v'gina for that to 
happen?" 

"No pumpkin," He replied. "Guys can have them other ways too." 

She nodded and smiled. "Like how?" 

He blushed a bit and shrugged, his cock twitching slightly as he pondered. "Well, 
there's other things a woman can do to a guy to make him have an orgasm," He 
said. "But the easiest way is for a guy to just jerk off." 

"Huh?" She asked. 

"A guy can give himself an orgasm by rubbing his penis up and down," He replied. 
"Doctors call it 'masturbating' but most people say 'jerking off' or something 
similar." 

"Oh," She said, and giggled. "Wait, is that what 'spanking the monkey' means?" 
He nodded, and she grinned. "'cause, I heard some guys at school talkin' about 
that." 

"Most guys do it," He said with a shrug. 

She nodded and smiled. "Um...do you, daddy?" 

"Do I, ah, spank the monkey?" He asked, blushing. She nodded, looking at him 
curiously and blushing a bit herself. He thought for a moment, then shrugged. "Yeah," 
He admitted, honestly. 

"Cool," She said, and grinned. "Um...can I see, daddy?" 

"See me jerk off?" He asked, and she nodded. "Um, geez..." He pinched his chin 
as he thought about it. Making her feel good was something he'd become 
completely comfortable with, he realized with a mental shrug, but he still had 
reservations about the idea of having her pleasure him. Still, pleasuring 
himself for her wasn't the same thing; in fact, it seemed to be a different way 
of pleasing her. And besides, he thought as his cock twitched again, he 
definitely felt the need for release. Still... 

"Daddy...if you don't want to it's ok," She said, smiling softly despite the 
hint of disappointment in her voice. She was extremely curious to see him 
masturbate, especially since he'd already seen her having orgasms. It was only 
fair, and it was very interesting and, what was the word he used...arousing, 
besides. But she didn't want to make him do anything that would make him unhappy 
or uncomfortable; if he didn't want to, she realized, she wouldn't enjoy it. She 
could tell he felt the same way; why else would 

"Nah...it's all right, pumpkin," He told her, then grinned. "But first...you 
ever touch yourself? I mean, like really rub yourself?" 

"Like you just did?" She asked, and shook her head. "Nuh uh. Just felt around a 
bit. Would it feel all good like it did when you did it?" She purred softly, 
shivering with anticipation. She'd remained more or less on her thigh and 
buttock, shifting a bit. 

"Why don't you try it, pumpkin?" He asked, and grinned. 

She smiled back. "All right daddy," She said, shifting her body on the bed. She 
scooted over and sat next to him again, legs apart, smiling warmly and a little 
mischievously at him as she looked from his face to his erection and back again. 
Her own chubby little hand drifted between her plump ("fat," he reminded himself, 
his smile broadening) little thighs. He smiled and shivered, noting again how 
beautiful she was, his cock twitching appreciatively as he looked her over. 

Karen quivered with excitement as she watched her daddy expectantly. This was 
all so new, so delightfully naughty, she thought again. She purred as her 
fingers found her soft little kitten and began to pet it, giggling and gasping 
softly she felt them slipping around in the juices her daddy's attention had 
left there. "Mmmm...an' I can have an or-gasm doin' this?" She said as her 
fingers explored her lips. She gave a soft moan as she found her clitoris. 

Jim nodded and smiled. "Yes you can, pumpkin," He told her. "And in fact it's a 
really good idea to." He grasped his cock and began to move his hand, slowly at 
first, as he talked. 

Karen purred, watching his hand moving along his cock, gripping the skin and 
pulling it up over his cockhead and then down off it. Her fingers circled her 
clit experimentally, then crisscrossed over it, making her shudder and wince 
slightly. "Too much," She explained, before her daddy had a chance to ask if she 
was ok. 

"Ah," He replied, and nodded, taking a firmer grasp of his shaft as he stroked. 
"I hear it tends to be too intense when it's touched directly. Try rubbing 
around it, or through a fold of skin or something. Or just getting it slicker 
with your juices." 

"Mmkay," She said, purring as she adjusted her fingers, shivering. Her chubby 
face was starting to flush again as she petted her kitty, but while her mouth 
was open slightly and her eyes had a dreamy look to them, she was still watching 
intently as his hand slid up and down over his cockhead, buffered by the sheath 
of skin. "So...mmm...why's it good to pet my kitty like this daddy?" She asked. 
"Just 'cause it feels good, or somethin' else too?" 

He smiled, looking over, watching his adorable little girl pet her adorable 
little kitty as he rubbed his cock, moving his hand a bit faster now. "Feels...mmm...good 
pumpkin," He told her. "And it helps you...ahh...know what your body likes so 
you can tell your partner when you're having sex later." She nodded. "And it 
helps relieve stress, things like that." 

"Ah," She said, still trying different finger motions on her clit, starting to 
move her hips a bit as she rubbed herself. He smiled, watching as she began to 
breathe faster, her face flushing again as she masturbated. He couldn't see 
himself from here, and there was no mirror on her wall, but he imagined he 
looked a bit like she did. He was certainly sweating a bit, and feeling quite 
warm as he and his daughter masturbated together. He could feel himself starting 
to tingle and quiver as he grew closer to orgasm, and a hint of precum slicked 
his foreskin for a few strokes before it became sticky from the friction. 

He smiled; as hot as the events of the last--he didn't bother checking his watch--had 
been, it stood to reason that he wouldn't last terribly long, and he began to 
feel the warm, tingling sensation of pressure in his balls and behind the base 
of his cock. "I think...mmm...think I'm gonna come soon pumpkin," He announced. 

"Huh?" She asked, breathing hard as she watched him through slitted eyes, moving 
her chubby hips in small circles, grinding her kitty against her hand. She 
looked close herself, he thought idly. 

"Have an orgasm, pumpkin," He gasped. 

"Ooh!" She replied, opening her eyes fully and leaning a bit closer. "An' sperm'll 
come out?" 

"You...nngh...bet, pumpkin," He said, feeling the rush of heat inside him, the 
pressure building up directly behind his cock. He began to move his hand rapidly 
and in much shorter strokes, his eyes drifting shut as he thought back to the 
night before, and to shooting off inside her bottom, albeit entirely by accident. 
Almost...almost... 

"How much longer da--whoa!" She exclaimed in surprise as he gasped, clenching 
his teeth, gripping his cock tightly as it pulsed, sending a good-sized string 
of semen about a foot and a half in the air. She watched, eyes wide as she 
shuddered and the string fell in a parabolic arc to land on his stomach. This 
was awesome, she thought, shivering as his cock twitched again, the second spurt 
oozing up around his fingers. He kept rubbing himself in short, fast strokes, a 
couple more globs of sperm landing on his stomach, one making it all the way to 
his chest, and a few more just oozing around his fingers. She snuck a couple 
glances at his face, noticing that his eyes were closed and his face contorted 
in ecstasy. It looked rather funny, she thought, and giggled slightly. 

Jim gasped and panted, shuddering as he came, acutely aware that his little girl 
was watching him intently as he orgasmed, but not paying much attention. His 
cock throbbed in his hand as his body quaked, the globs landing on his torso as 
more of his sperm oozed up around his cockhead and dribbled down his fingers to 
his balls. He felt the contractions gradually subsiding, and he opened his eyes, 
looking down at his torso; he'd lost count of the spurts but there must have 
been quite a few, judging by the extent of the mess on his stomach and hand. 

"Wow..." Karen said softly, and he looked up at her flushed, slightly sweaty 
face. She noticed the movement and her eyes met his, and she smiled excitedly. "That 
was...that was awesome daddy," She said breathlessly, looking back down at his 
cock and the goo covering it. 

"Thanks pumpkin," He panted, shivering a bit. He gave his cock a couple more 
strokes, squeezing out one more half-hearted pulse of sperm, hearing Karen 
giggle slightly as it oozed over his hand. She was watching intently, having 
leaned forward a bit, her hand still working idly between her thighs but all her 
attention focused on him. 

"That felt good daddy?" She asked, and smiled. "'cause it seemed like it." She 
giggled, and he blushed a bit. 

"Yes pumpkin, it felt really, really good," He admitted, smiling warmly at her 
as he unclasped his hand from his slickened cock. He glanced down, chuckling as 
it wavered in the air, having softened slightly but mostly retained its shape. 

"Just like mine," She said, and giggled. 

He nodded. "Wanna go ahead and finish yours pumpkin?" He asked her. 

She smiled and nodded, breathing faster as her fingers went back to work in 
earnest. He smiled, just watching her, gooey hand resting on his gooey stomach, 
as she rolled her hips against her hands. Her eyes gradually drifted shut, and 
she began to make little happy gasping noises, her kitty clearly enjoying the 
petting she was giving it. She whimpered a bit, and he could tell she was close 
to coming; he smiled, feeling a warm glow of love and pride as he watched his 
wonderful little girl pleasure herself, not bothering to try and ignore the 
feeling of his cock rapidly regaining its stiffness. 

Karen moaned as she rubbed herself, circling her clit with her fingers as her 
hips seemed to wiggle of their own accord. She could almost feel her daddy 
watching her as she approached another or-gasm, and she found it exciting. She 
wondered if he was having as good a time watching her as she'd had watching him; 
she hoped he was. She replayed what she'd seen mentally as she approached orgasm; 
his hand quivering on his penis as his face screwed up in pleasure, the jets of 
white gooey stuff gushing out of his cockhead...she had an idle feeling that was 
significant to something, but she wasn't sure what or why. She didn't worry 
about it too much, gasping as she felt the first wave of pleasure cresting deep 
in her tummy. "Ooh...daddy I'm...I'm...mmmmmmmmmmmm" She moaned, her chubby 
little face squinching up as she felt herself begin to pulse. 

Jim smiled, moaning softly himself as he watched her quiver and quake in orgasm 
once more. She was so beautiful, he reflected again. God, how he loved her. He 
shivered a bit himself as he watched her enjoying herself, so young, so alive, 
so sweet and innocent and mature all at once; she was affecting him so 
profoundly, he realized with some amusement, that he'd taken to thinking in 
borderline purple prose. 

As her body quivered and her kitty throbbed, Karen moaned, making little 
whimpery gasps of delight as she brought herself off. Her heart pounded in her 
chubby little chest as she slowly opened her eyes, turning her gaze to meet her 
daddy's. Her skin glistened slightly and was noticeably flushed, her hand was 
still quivering softly between her ample thighs, and she smiled blissfully. "Mmm...wow 
daddy," She said with a grin. "That was awesome!" 

"I'm glad, pumpkin," He told her. "And you can do it all yourself." He smiled, 
despite the nagging disappointment that began to gnaw at his mind. Now that she 
knew how to pleasure herself, would she still wish to play with him? He shook 
his head slowly and kicked himself. If what she really wanted was sexual relief 
and pleasure, she could give that to herself, and it was better that she do that 
rather than get in a relationship for it, even with him. On the other hnad... 

"Yeah," She said, smiling. "I like it." 

He nodded. "Think you'll be good with that from now on?" 

She shook her head and giggled. "It feels nice this way daddy, but it's more fun 
when you help me." She paused, searching his face, having started to get a feel 
for what about this he was uncomfortable with. It seemed to be most of all the 
stuff related to them, touching each other and all. She hoped he didn't decide 
that, now that she could get herself off, their games were unnecessary. Still, 
if he did...well, she loved playing with her daddy, but she wanted him to enjoy 
the games as well. If he wasn't comfortable, it wouldn't be fun, she thought. 

He nodded slowly. "Well...if you want me to, pumpkin, I'll keep helping you," He 
said at last. "But for petting your own kitty," He said with a chuckle, drawing 
a giggle from her, "you can do this whenever you want, without having to wait 
for me." 

"Wherever I want, except in front of people and stuff, right?" 

"Right pumpkin," He replied, smiling broadly. "And don't tell anyone about me 
showing you, either. They...wouldn't understand." 

"And you might go to jail," She said. He winced and nodded. "Yeesh...what is it 
with these people?" 

"Eh...well, some of it makes sense pumpkin, but the way they are about it..." He 
shook his head. 

"Well, I'm not tellin'," she said with a grin, finally pulling her visibly moist 
fingers from between her legs. She looked at them curiously. "Um, whatcha do 
with this stuff?" 

"Depends, pumpkin," He said with a shrug. "Usually either wipe it off or lick it 
off." 

She made a face. "Lick it?" 

He shrugged. "Some girls like that," He said. 

She nodded, pondering as she looked down at her hand. "Well, okay," She said, 
bringing her fingers up to her lips. She sniffed a few times, made a face again 
and giggled. "They smell weird," She commneted, and before he had a chance to 
respond she licked at the tip ofher right index finger curiously. "Hmmm," She 
said, licking again, then a third time before wrapping her lips around the 
finger and gently sucking it clean. 

"How's it taste, pumpkin?" He asked her, feeling his still-stiff shaft twitch as 
he watched his little girl sucking her pussy--kitty, he reminded himself--juice 
from her hand. 

"Um...dunno," She said, sucking her index finger. "Kinda watery and like chicken 
maybe, but that's not it...chicken soup a little?" She shrugged and resumed 
licking her hand clean. 

He nodded. "Sounds about right. Like it?" 

She blushed, nodded, and giggled slightly. "It's, um...like, nasty, but in a 
nice way?" She shrugged and smiled. 

He chuckled. "I know exactly what you mean." He did, he thought; this entire 
episode had left him with a similar feeling. He was surprised, and somewhat 
pleased, that Karen was enjoying it in such an adult way; it made their 
activities feel much less creepy." 

She grinned. "You ever try yours daddy?" She asked, gesturing to the mess still 
coating his hand and cock and stomach. "You know, your sperm?" 

He smiled and shrugged. "Not a lot, pumpkin," He admitted. "Just started 
recently, actually. It's kinda nice actually." He lifted his hand to his lips 
and licked tentatively at the glob nestled along the webbing between thumb and 
forefinger, shivering a bit as the salty goo slid over his tongue. He made a 
face. "It's much better"--lick--"warm honey," He told her. "Gets kinda gross if 
you let it cool." 

"Ah," She said, and giggled. "Whats it taste like?" 

"Um...really salty, a little bitter and...I dunno, it's hard to describe," He 
replied with a shrug, between licks. 

She nodded, then blushed deep, watching as he licked his hand clean. "Um, daddy?" 
She said at length, looking at him, then the mess on his torso. She giggled a 
bit, looking up a bit nervously and very curiously. He looked back into her soft 
eyes, wondering, but already suspecting, what she was going to ask, and trying 
to figure out how to respond. While the part of him that wasn't comfortable with 
this was sounding a klaxon, the bulk of him thought it would be a harmless way 
for her to explore if she was interested. 

"Yes pumpkin?" He asked, swallowing as he watched her face. 

"Can...can I try some?" He swallowed again and was silent for a moment. "Um, if 
not, it's okay..." She added hurriedly. 

"No pumpkin," He replied. "It's all right. This just...takes some getting used 
to." He smiled at her as he reached down to the sperm pooled on his stomach. "Like 
I told you, most fathers and daughters don't do this stuff." 

"Sucks to be them," She said, giggling, and he shrugged, grinning. He had to 
agree, he decided, as he held out his semen-slicked fingers. He felt his cock 
twitching and beginning to strain again as he watched Karen lean forward and 
lick at the whitish droplet at the tip of his right index finger. She pondered, 
made a face, and giggled. 

"Wow, it is salty..." She said, smacking her lips thoughtfully. 

"Don't like it then, pumpkin?" He asked her. 

"Like you said, daddy," She replied, a grin lighting her chubby face as she 
sucked his index finger into her mouth, slurping it clean before releasing it. "Takes 
some getting used to." She moved on to his middle finger next, sucking it clean 
and shivering, her chubby little body jiggling nicely in most of the right 
places as she moved. He shook his head slightly but sighed happily as he watched 
her, his sperm-slickened cock swelling rapidly to full erectness. She grinned as 
she looked at the mess on his torso, and blinked. "Ooh, you're all hard again 
daddy," She said with a giggle. 

"Yep, pumpkin," He said, stretching a little. Part of him was still feeling a 
little ashamed at being naked and aroused in front of his daughter in such a 
cavalier, deliberate way, but that jealous, spiteful litle voice was only a 
whisper now. He gasped, quivering a bit as she brushed it curiously, a bit of 
his semen getting on her hands. She rubbed her fingers together thoughtfully, 
then separated them, giggling as a web of the sticky fluid spread between them 
for a moment. Finally she popped her fingers into her mouth, licking them clean. 

He smiled at her and patted her head with his clean left hand, scooping up a few 
more globs from his stomach with the right hand and holding them to her lips. 
She purred as she sucked them from his fingers, smacking her lips again. His 
daughter smiled lovingly at him. "Daddy--" She was interrupted as her tummy 
growled, and they both chuckled. "Geez...how long have we been at this?" 

He glanced at the clock on her dresser. "About an hour. honey," He told her. "A 
little more." She nodded thoughtfully, and he cocked his head. "Getting hungry?" 

"Yeah," She replied, and smiled. "Daddy can we go out to eat?" 

"Sure pumpkin," He told her, smiling warmly. "Where would you like to go?" 

She shrugged, grinning. "Pizza maybe?" 

"All right," He replied, starting to slide up off the bed. "I'd better get 
cleaned up, pumpkin, and you'd better get dressed." He slid to his feet and 
stretched, feeling the remaining globules of sperm starting to ooze down his 
torso as he headed to the door. 

"Okie daddy," She replied, sliding off the bed and stretching herself. He smiled 
over his shoulder at her, and she smiled back. He turned, and she watched his 
butt curiously as he left the room, heading to his own bedroom to get himself 
cleaned up. She grabbed her shirt and panties, then headed out of her room and 
down the stairs to pick up the pants she'd discarded by the couch. 

Jim sighed and shook his head as he wiped the semen from his body, then his cock 
and balls, deeply nervous about this new development with Karen, but finding it 
increasingly easier to accept. Part of him still wondered if this was a good 
idea; another part wished she could have completely cleaned him of semen. He 
smiled; the next time they played together, he supposed he'd let her, if she 
wanted to. If she wanted to, he thought again as he tossed the kleenexes into 
the trash, then remembered he'd left his clothes in her room. He turned and 
walked down the hall to his daughter's bedroom, feeling his erection finally 
begin to subside, and by the time he'd finished dressing, he was presentably 
soft. 

Karen had already slipped into her panties and jeans, without bothering to wipe 
the juices from her kitty, and she didn't notice or really mind that her panties 
were starting to soak through. She slipped on her t-shirt and was fumbling with 
her sandals by the time her daddy came down the stairs, already dressed. "Slowpoke," 
He said with a grin, and she shrugged. He stood by the couch and smiled, 
watching as she pulled them on. "Hey pumpkin?" He asked, cocking his head a bit 
nervously. 

"Yes daddy?" She asked, then paused, looking at him curiously and a little 
exasperatedly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why d'ya keep asking that?" 

He blushed a bit and shrugged. "I don't wanna hurt you, pumpkin," He said. 

"Or make me uncomfortable, right?" She rolled her eyes. "You aren't. Geez." 

"All right, I believe you," He said. "It's just...well, everyone else would 
think just what we'd been doing was 'hurting you.'" 

"Daddy, we've been through what everyone else thinks," She said with a grin. "How's 
them thinkin' this is bad different from them thinkin' me bein' fat is bad? I 
mean, they'd have to be crazy to think you're forcin' me..." She said, shrugging. 
"And I like this." She slid off the couch, smiling as she moved up to him and 
hugged him tightly, looking up into his eyes. "Don't worry, daddy," She said. "I 
won't tell anybody." 

"And if what we're doing, or I'm doing, ever bothers you..." 

"I'll tell you," She said, and smiled. 

"Attagirl," He responded, and she giggled. "C'mon, pumpkin, let's get some food 
in that tummy of yours." She patted her tummy and nodded her agreement, leading 
the way to the door. He followed her out, locked the door, and unlocked the car 
for her, holding the door for her again. "Thanks daddy," She said, giggling as 
she clambered in and buckled her seat belt. 

He climbed into the car and started it, then pulled out of the driveway. "Hey 
daddy?" She asked, after he had backed out. 

"Yes pumpkin?" 

"Are you gonna tell me more about this sex stuff after dinner?" She smiled 
hopefully, shivering slightly as she watched him. 

He returned the smile warmly. "If you want, pumpkin," He said. 

"I want, I want," She said, grinning eagerly, and he reached over and patted her 
head. 

"All in good time," He told her, and she nodded. 

"So, how was work today daddy?" 

Dinner was uneventful; they ordered a large double cheese pizza and then sat and 
ate and chatted like any normal father and daughter. He was glad of that; while 
he was finding himself increasingly accepting of, and even happy with, the 
newfound sexual dimension of their relationship, but he certainly didn't want it 
to become the defining dimension. He knew in his heart that that would never 
happen, that no matter how they explored or what they tried she was his daughter 
first and foremost. 

They finished the whole pizza at the parlor, and he left, as usual, a large tip. 
The waitress smiled, thanked him, and commented on what a lovely young lady his 
daughter was. They just smiled back, and Karen murmured her thanks for the 
compliment. They left the parlor, hand in hand, and walked to the car. He helped 
her in, then climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine. She smiled 
as he backed out and drove homeward, each wondering, nervously and eagerly, what 
the rest of that evening would bring. 