How Karen Spent her Summer Vacation, Part I 

"Sunscreen" 
(P-M2g1, H-AH, I-Mf)
An erotic story by Katryna
Last updated 12/17/06 

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Author's Note: A little whimsical and playful and a lot affectionate, but 
reportedly very hot nonetheless (as strange a concept as I find this, some 
people seem to regard those concepts as incompatible unless established 
otherwise). This one grew out of a roleplay that I did a while back and loved, 
though it turned out "softer" than the roleplay. I expect I'll be doing more 
with these characters, but I'm making the stories discrete vignettes rather than 
chapters. Works better for what I envision. 

Karen Michaels smiled sort of vacantly as she gazed out her bedroom window at 
the spacious back yard and pool. The water sparkled dazzlingly in the hot 
morning sun--afternoon sun, she corrected herself after a glance at the clock, 
albeit only barely--if viewed from the right angle, and though she was a few 
degrees off the reflection was still quite bright. It certainly looked inviting, 
if not precisely mystical, and she could imagine slipping into it, diving, 
swimming and frolicking as the simultaneous feelings of warmth and coolness 
caressed her young body. 

Karen sighed and returned her gaze to the sheet of math problems in front of her. 
She just couldn't shake the feeling that she was the only kid in her class who 
had to stay inside and finish homework on a Sunday like this one. She wasn't 
entirely wrong, she thought with a chuckle; at least half the kids would be 
finishing after dinner. Dismissing them as lazy and irresponsible made her 
current situation a bit more bearable, though she knew better than to call them 
stupid, no matter how tempting. The fact that she was doing so well in her 
accelerated math class had made quite a few of them nastily jealous, and she 
suspected, though she wasn't entirely sure why, that the teacher wasn't too 
happy with her ability. 

Well, no, she reflected, she knew why. She'd suspected this, so over the course 
of a week she'd plotted the gender demographics of the students he called on to 
answer problems. He called on boys, she concluded, about 2.81 times as often as 
girls. And he had no problem with calling on the same boy repeatedly, so there 
went that possible excuse for his near-habitually ignoring her hand in the air. 
She wasn't sure, but she suspected that he probably graded her work much tougher, 
too, which might explain things like her third place standing in the class 
despite getting more correct answers than the two boys ahead of her when called 
on--and despite the fact that unlike them, she knew from listening to them and 
watching them, she did her homework alone. She wondered how they did even 
decently on tests, where they had to work by themselves. 

She clenched her fist, caught herself before she snapped her pencil in half, and 
sighed again. She only had four more days of "school" and three more of school. 
School was out for the summer that Thursday, and any semblance of actual 
education ended with Wednesday?s test. Then she'd have all summer to swim and 
play and... 

"You'd have all today to swim and play too, if you'd just wade through these 
last few problems," She reminded herself, her imagined voice sounding a lot like 
her father's. She nodded and shrugged, pushing her gleeful planning for the 
summer to the back of her mind as she focused on the "Problem Solving II," known 
to her and her father as "pre-pre-algebra," homework in front of her. She 
stretched her smooth, bare legs a bit as she read through the next word problem, 
fidgeting a bit in her seat. She wiggled her toes absently as she worked through 
the problems, giggling slightly as she rubbed the soles of her bare feet against 
the plush carpet. 

Ten minutes later she was done. She clapped happily, picked up the four sheets 
of binder paper that made up her weekend homework, holding both sides of the 
small stack and tapping the bottom against her desk to line them up, then stuck 
them in the stapler and stapled them together. She hopped up out of her seat and 
marched triumphantly to the door, giggling the whole way. Karen flung it open 
and scampered downstairs. 

Jim Michaels was sitting at the kitchen table in jean shorts and a t-shirt, his 
feet bare like his daughter's. His blue-gray eyes, also matching his daughter's, 
flicked up from the stack of papers in front of him as she scampered into the 
room, and he smiled warmly. "Hey pumpkin. How's it going?" 

"My homework's done daddy!" She announced gleefully. He smiled, looking at her 
thoughtfully for a moment. The girl was around 4'9", with eyes to match his, but 
a strong accent of her mother's copper blended into her longish hair outshadowed 
whatever genes of his aspiring-blond-brown she'd received. Her skin was milky 
pale and as resistant to tanning as her mother's, and she'd inherited her 
freckles as well. 

"And her build," He thought, glancing over her lovingly. Karen, like her mother, 
had a slightly stocky build and was quite chubby. He'd made damn sure, while she 
was growing up, that the girl was never ashamed or uncomfortable with her body, 
and while he'd taught her to eat reasonable portions of a healthy diet as a rule, 
he had been quite indulgent with sweets. Her pudgy, dimpled cheeks (both sets, 
he thought with a mental affectionate grin) and habitual carefree smile gave a 
strong impression of playful innocence, and he insisted earnestly on the few 
occasions where she expressed doubts that she was adorable. She had a noticeable 
amount of padding all over and a definitely round little tummy, with a hint of 
love handles forming, but she'd only been on a diet once. 

That had been more than three years ago, toward the end of the first week of 
school, when she'd discovered that although she and her father had no problem 
with her pudginess, her classmates were a different story. She was quite 
disheartened and had told him, once they got home from school, that she was on a 
diet, which she seemed to think meant eating nothing at all. He'd held her 
closely for about an hour, explaining to her why people were the way they were 
about this sort of thing. Like her mother, he explained, she naturally tended to 
put on a certain amount of weight, and this was nothing to be upset about or 
ashamed of, and certainly nothing to obsess over trying to fix. It was just the 
way she was. She understood and agreed that his perspective made a lot more 
sense than that of her classmates. 

Her "diet" lasted for a matter of hours, and amounted to not eating her school 
lunch. For dinner, with her enthusiastic and relieved cooperation, they'd "made 
a statement" against this obsession with weight by downing two helpings each of 
macaroni and cheese with vegetables. They'd gone to the store next and picked 
out a gallon carton of ice cream together, then baked and ate a batch and a half 
of brownies between them, along with said ice cream while curled up on the couch 
watching cheesy kiddy movies until long past her usual bedtime. 

She'd never attempted to diet again, and had been asking kids--and, he thought 
with a momentary spark of odium, the occasional adult--"so what?" when they 
pointed out her weight. They never had much of a reply to that, aside from 
comments to the effect of "you're ugly," to which she smugly replied that even 
if that were true it'd be better than being "ugly on the inside" like they were. 
She took to matter-of-factly describing herself as "fat" when they were more or 
less alone together and never bothered with euphemisms like "plump" (he 
suspected "voluptuous" and "full-figured" weren't ones she'd have much interest 
in adopting, later, either). He'd initially found her choice of adjectives 
worrisome, but gradually gathered that she not only wasn't ashamed of it but was 
getting to be almost proud of it. He had adopted the same term for her, 
hesitantly at first, but he quickly grew accustomed to it, and about a year 
later, experimentally, he began to call her "pumpkin" as a pet name, though only 
out of earshot of others; he could imagine well enough how they'd snicker, and 
what they'd be thinking even if they resisted that impulse. She, on the other 
hand, loved the new pet name and smiled brightly each time he said it. 

He used "fat" occasionally of himself, which made her giggle, and she pointed 
out grinningly that he wasn't fat like she was. Which was true enough; he'd put 
on some weight over the years, but was still in pretty good shape. He was 
tallish and broad-shouldered, with a light tan and relatively little body hair, 
a trait her mother had shared and that he imagined she'd inherited, though she 
was too young to tell as yet. He had learned to appreciate simple pleasures like 
good food growing up, especially as hard as it was to get. He'd grown up in near-poverty, 
and perhaps, he reflected, that was part of why he was glad his daughter was so 
well-fed; he knew the opposite condition all too well. 

Jim blinked, drawing his several seconds of reverie to a close. "That's great, 
pumpkin. I'll check over it later," He responded. "So...any plans for the rest 
of the day?" 

"I'm goin' swimmin'," She replied, grinning. This was one of her favorite 
pastimes, and he knew it. She was always happier when the pool was habitable. He 
encouraged it, since he figured getting some exercise was good for her. Padding 
was fine, but she still needed to keep what was under it in shape (as did he, he 
reminded himself, making a hundredth note to work out more often). His only 
limitation on it, and on most of the other ways Karen liked to spend her time, 
was that she fulfill her responsibilities--homework and the handful of chores 
she'd taken over--first. 

"Have a great time then, dear," He replied, smiling lovingly at his daughter, 
glancing her over again. Besides her weight and unusual academic talent, 
particularly in math, she had several other peculiarities, and the one he was 
noting at the moment was her preferred style of dress. Like many kids, she'd 
never liked wearing clothes as a baby or toddler, but unlike most of them, she'd 
retained that disdain for modesty as she grew. Her legs were bare now, and she 
was clad, as was most common for her around the house, only in a pair of panties 
and a t-shirt. She always took her jeans and shoes off as soon as she got in the 
door. 

This, too, he'd never begrudged her, though he thought it slightly odd. It 
seemed to make her happier and more comfortable, and it certainly made him happy 
that she was comfortable enough with her chunky--"fat," he reminded himself with 
a mental grin--little body that she felt no urge to cover it up. He'd initially 
allowed her to run around the house naked except for a diaper as a toddler, then 
just plain naked once she was more or less potty-trained (with regards to 
daytime hours, at any rate, though she ceased bedwetting soon after). As she 
grew tall enough to be easily visible through the windows he encouraged her to 
wear a shirt or something, and when she started school, he encouraged her to 
wear underwear around the house as well, at least during the day, for the sake 
of appearances if nothing else. Of course, on the rare occasions people came 
visiting she dressed "normally." 

She usually wore a shirt and underwear, but she slept naked and often never 
bothered putting anything on again after her bath. He didn't mind, as the blinds 
were closed anyway. The one thing she was inflexible on was that she refused to 
wear a swimsuit when she swam, which he had mixed feelings about but tolerated 
since it made her happy and didn't seem to embarrass her. Besides, the yard was 
quite private on three sides and the neighbor on the last one, Mr. Evans, was 
cool. Her comfort with her body had a similar influence on him; though he didn't 
walk around naked in front of her he often went shirtless or in briefs and a 
bathrobe--or just briefs--and on rare occasions, when he was quite sure no one 
would see into the yard, he had gone skinny-dipping with her. 

This was just part of a larger pattern; they were extremely comfortable and 
friendly with each other. Ever since he'd been granted full custody of her, 
shortly after she was born, Jim had been extremely close to his daughter, and 
that had only intensified as she started school. He'd always known she was 
bright, but had been surprised and pleased by just how well she'd done in school. 
The other kids weren't happy, though, and between her brains and her looks she 
hadn't made any friends to speak of. She had a couple playmates at school, but 
they never seemed to spend time together outside of it. 

He'd been concerned about her social development since he'd noticed earlier that, 
although she didn't act "shy," she tended to keep to herself when she wasn't 
playing or otherwise hanging out with him. But she seemed quite happy and 
confident as she progressed, and his concern faded into a perpetual shrug and 
tolerant smile. He enjoyed spending time with her, and always made sure his work 
didn't bite off more of their time together than he could swallow, so to speak. 

He smiled again, and she grinned broader in response, then cocked her head, 
looking both hopeful and disappointed. "Gonna join me daddy?" 

He sighed, smiled weakly. "In a bit, pumpkin. I gotta finish going over these 
briefs." 

"Okie," She replied, hugging him and kissing his cheek before scampering to the 
back door, opening it wide, excitedly, and closing it behind her. He smiled as 
he pictured her dancing happily, as she usually did, in the hot sun. 

The sun! He smacked his forehead and got up hurriedly, glancing over at the end 
table next to the door. Sure enough, the big bottle of sunscreen was still on it. 
He sighed, shook his head, and hurried to the door, grabbing the bottle as he 
turned the knob, looking around for Karen. He was afraid she'd already have 
jumped in the pool and gotten wet, but he was relieved to see that she was still 
quite dry. She hadn't even taken her clothes off yet; she was simply enjoying 
the warmth of the sunshine, standing on the desk with her eyes closed and a 
blissful smile on her face. 

"Pumpkin?" He asked. She opened her eyes and glanced over at him. 

"Yes daddy?" 

"Did you remember to put sunblock on?" 

"Ooh...um, no..." She said, blushing a little and looking sheepish. She'd had a 
couple nasty sunburns before, and these had left a strong impression on her, but 
her eagerness to get into the warmth and the water was often enough to make her 
forget to put sunscreen on. 

"Jesus, kid," He responded, rolling his eyes in mock exasperation, unable to 
suppress a grin. "Do I need to put it on you myself?" 

"Yep!" She responded, then stuck her tongue out, giggling all the while. 

"Fine, I will," He said, chuckling. He walked over to the picnic table, 
motioning for her to follow him. "Better get ready," He told her, still grinning. 

She mock pouted for a moment before cracking up laughing, and he joined her 
merriment and instant later. "Yeah, I better," She said, once she'd calmed down 
a bit. She reached down and unceremoniously lifted her t-shirt, the red one with 
the big pink heart on it that she loved, slipping it up and over her head. The 
padding on her torso, particularly her rounded tummy, jiggled a bit as she 
laughed under the shirt before she finally got her head out of it. 

Karen tossed the shirt aside, and he watched it flutter down to drape itself 
halfway off of the picnic table bench. Without hesitating she reached down and 
slipped her white, purple-polka-dotted panties from her hips, bending forward 
slightly as she lowered them, baring her cute, ample bottom behind her and her 
cute, puffy little mound, a hint of cleft and lips visible where it retreated 
between her pudgy thighs. Her "kitten," they called it. He wondered idly whether 
they'd adopt "kitty" as she grew older, or shift to the ubiquitous "pussy" from 
which the pet names (no pun intended, he thought with a chuckle) had been 
derived. Then again, he wondered if they'd even still talk about it at all; he 
gathered that most dads and daughters didn't. 

He took the bottle of sunscreen, clicked it open, and squirted a goodly glob 
into his hand. "Here, let's start with your legs," He said. "Left one first." 
She nodded and lifted her chubby left leg, placing her foot on the picnic table 
the way she usually did when she did it herself. She grinned, and he smeared the 
glob of lotion on his hands up the outside of her leg, from halfway up her shin 
to halfway up her thigh, then began to work it in and around with his palms and 
fingers. He started from her ankles, rubbing it into the tops of her feet, then 
worked his way up her legs, the same way he used to when she was little and just 
learning to swim. Then he worked it up her shin, then all around her knee, 
tickling the back in the process and making her squeal. He almost thought he 
felt her tensing just slightly as he worked up her thighs, particularly as he 
rubbed the sunscreen into her inner thigh, but he figured it was his imagination. 

After working it up her thigh, stopping just short of her kitten, Jim squirted 
another glob onto his palm, indicating for her to switch legs. She lifted her 
right one and planted her foot on top of the bench as before. He repeated the 
application the same way, first her feet, then her shin. His hands slipped up 
past her knee without incident before diving down to tickle her knee a couple 
seconds later, evoking a second squeal and another giggling fit. As he worked up 
her thigh, but he noted to his surprise that he definitely felt her quivering, 
albeit just slightly, as he rubbed the sunscreen into her inner thigh. He 
glanced at her face, which betrayed nothing out of the ordinary, returned her 
playful grin, and let it go. "Let's do your shoulders next," He suggested. 

"Okie." She smiled, returned her feet to the ground, and turned her back to him. 
He squirted another glob on his palm and smeared it along her shoulders, then 
began to rub it in, working it all over her shoulders and the back of her neck, 
then sliding his hands slowly down her back, kneading all the way. Half-unconsciously, 
he stopped just short of her bottom. 

"Now your front." She nodded, turned, smiling. Her face was just slightly 
reddened, he noticed; it didn't look like a sunburn, though she wouldn't have 
had time to develop one readily. He figured she was a bit flushed from the heat. 
"You feeling all right, pumpkin?" He tried to catch himself, but too late. 

"Yeah, I'm good," She replied, grinning. 

"All right," He said, and smeared another glob of sunscreen across her chest, 
then began to work it around. He kneaded it into the front of her shoulders and 
the beginnings of her arms, then worked downward, smiling slightly as he began 
to rub the sunscreen lower on her chest. Her chubbiness made her chest swell 
slightly, looking a bit like she'd started breast development early, and he 
noticed this acutely as he worked the sunscreen into the area around her nipples. 
She returned his smile and giggled a bit, but he noticed that she shivered 
slightly each time his hands brushed across her nipples. He shrugged and she 
followed suit. 

He made a show of reapplying sunblock to his hand before putting it on her tummy, 
and she giggled and rolled her eyes. They teased each other like this 
occasionally, about various things. He worked his hands all over her pudgy tummy 
and her sides, grasping her proto-love handles in the process, then used his 
fingertip to rub some into her bellybutton. Again half-consciously, he stopped 
just short of where her mound began. "Arms now?" She asked, and he nodded. 

She lifted them, and he began at her wrists, rubbing sunblock into one arm at a 
time, stopping to tickle her armpits, making her giggle, pulling her arms down 
and squirming a bit. He made sure they were nice and greasy with sunblock. "Close 
your eyes, pumpkin," He said, and she did so, grinning broadly. He squirted some 
more sunblock into his hand, a smaller dab this time, and began to rub it 
carefully into her face, making sure to get plenty on her nose and ears. 

"C'n I open 'em?" She asked, giggling, and he nodded, knowing she couldn't see 
him. 

"Yes dear, he said after a moment, laughing along with her, and she opened her 
eyes. He conspicuously looked her body over. "Now what?" 

"Better get my feet," She said. 

"I did, pumpkin." 

"Noo, the bottoms," She said, giggling. 

"Oh, right. How do you propose we do that?" 

"Here, I got an idea," She said, lifting one knee onto the picnic table bench, 
then the other. She clambered up onto it and bent forward, resting her palms on 
the picnic table itself. Her lower legs extended over the bench, the bottoms of 
her feet facing upward. He dripped a bit of sunscreen onto his palm, less than 
the globs he'd used for elsewhere on her body, rubbed his palms together, then 
grasped one foot in each hand. He massaged them both at the same time, working 
the sunscreen into them. 

"All done now?" He asked her. 

"Nun uh," She said, looking over her shoulder, still grinning but a little 
strangely. 

"Did I forget somethin'?" He asked her. Her face looked a little more flushed. 

"Uh huh." 

"What'd I forget, pumpkin?" 

"My bottom an' kitten, silly," She said, giggling, shivering slightly. He nodded, 
suppressing a matching shiver at the thought of putting it on her kitten for her, 
promptly derailing that train of thought. 

"Oh, yes. Hmm, do they need it?" 

"Dun want them t'get burned, daddy" Karen replied, smiling. 

"Guess I better put sunscreen on 'em then," He replied, squirting another glob 
of sunscreen onto his palm, a nice big one. "How should you be?" 

"You can do it with me like this," She pointed out, grinning over her shoulder. 

He nodded and patted the glob from his hand into several smears across her 
cheeks, then began to rub sunblock into her hips, slowly working around back. He 
felt himself shiver slightly, feeling a bit warmer than the sunny day would 
entirely account for as he began to work sunblock into her cheeks. She was 
definitely tensing a bit, and he suspected her eyes were at least half-closed. 
As he continued, she seemed to be breathing a little harder. He felt his pulse 
accelerating slightly as his hands met each other along the cleft of her bottom, 
then began to sort of experimentally push between them slightly. She was 
definitely breathing faster, and quivering softly, and he swallowed, 
experimentally working his fingers between her cheeks and into her crack. 

Karen bent forward further, her cheeks parting easily as her father worked 
sunblock between them, just a little ways in. Her eyes were nearly closed and 
she wore a sort of distracted smile. She felt warm and tingly all over, but 
concentrated between her legs, and not just where her daddy was putting sunblock 
on her. It felt sorta the way she did when she played with her kitten. She was 
breathing faster now, not entirely understanding what was happening but liking 
it. She figured daddy knew what he was doing, so she didn't bug him, instead 
concentrating on enjoying it. To her disappointment, however, his fingers began 
to drift out of her crack and away from her bottom. 

"Y'sure you got my bottom?" She asked, her voice quivering slightly. 

"Think so pumpkin," Jim responded. He swallowed as he pulled his hands away, 
blushing and mentally kicking himself. This was a nine year old, f'chris'akes, 
and his daughter to boot. He felt guilty, and worse, from his perspective, he 
felt himself stirring in response. 

"You sure? I don't wanna get burned up in there," She replied, giggling a bit. 

"Well..." He hesitated, swallowed. He reminded himself that this was his nine 
year old daughter, that he was an adult and her father, and that this just wasn't 
appropriate. How could he force something like that on her? On the other hand, 
she was obviously becoming aroused, and while she didn't seem to understand what 
was happening to her, she unambiguously wanted him to continue. Clearly, if she 
was being forced into anything against her will, no one had bothered to tell her 
about it. He pondered for a moment, wavering. "Are you sure you can get burned 
there?" 

"I dun wanna take chances," She responded, a hint of pleading entering her tone. 
He'd always taught her to be careful with things, and he smiled, glad she'd 
taken it to heart, though he gathered that her reasons for wanting him to 
continue rubbing sunblock into her bottom had nothing to do with sunblock and 
much to do with rubbing her bottom. His having instinctively tried to fit the 
situation into an exploitive or nonconsensual framework seemed ridiculous in 
retrospect. 

The girl was clearly aroused and clearly feeling very good from his inadvertent 
caresses. She was enjoying herself, and besides, she was a kid; it was harmless 
enough, he supposed. He'd certainly encouraged her, over the years, to explore 
touching herself in ways that felt good, explaining to her about privacy and 
pretending not to notice when she did it in front of him. He loved her and he 
wanted to make her happy, and while he still didn't feel entirely right about 
what he was doing, he finally concluded that he didn't see the harm in it. "All 
right," He said, swallowing, returning his hands to caressing her bottom. 

She shivered a bit as he began to touch her again, breathing faster and 
occasionally making soft, purring-like noises. "Make...sure you...do it...really 
thoroughly..." She half-gasped. 

"Sure thing, pumpkin," He replied, smiling, a bit unnerved at how natural this 
was starting to seem but deciding not to worry about it. He was making her feel 
good, that was all. It was just harmless, innocent (at least from her 
perspective) fun. His fingers slipped deeper into her crack, almost teasingly 
slowly. She bent forward more and seemed to be pressing back against them 
slightly as he rubbed the sunscreen in deeper. A moment later she gasped and 
shivered perceptibly as his slick fingertip rubbed over her anus itself. 

He swallowed, removing one hand from her bottom and using the other to rub the 
greasy sunblock the length of her crack, paying special attention to gently 
rubbing her anus. She tensed a bit, and he smiled, shivering slightly himself. 
He was starting to strain against his shorts a bit, he registered dimly, but he 
wasn't paying attention. He spoke, his voice wavering slightly. "Pumpkin, I'm 
gonna do your kitten now, ok?" 

"Okie daddy," She responded, almost dreamily. She was definitely enjoying this, 
and he was starting to enjoy making her feel good. His guilt was fading and he 
was starting to wonder why he'd worried so much. It wasn't as though he was 
fucking her--and then he derailed that train of thought too. 

"I need you to squirt some sunblock into my hand sweetie," He explained. She 
nodded, though he couldn't see her opening her eyes, and grasped the now-slippery 
bottle, lifting and inverting it gingerly, breathing deep and fast as her daddy 
caressed her bottom. His hand felt so nice there, especially on that one spot he 
kept touching, which she was starting to realize was the opening back there. She'd 
poked around a bit, experimentally, before, and she'd noticed this felt kinda 
nice to touch but she'd never paid much attention to that. Her daddy's fingers 
there were different, though; it was making her warm and tingly all over. She 
squeezed, sort of clumsily; the bottle slipped from her hand and landed on the 
bench but a decent-sized glob of sunscreen landed on his palm. 

"Sorry daddy," She gasped. 

"It's ok, pumpkin," He replied, his breathing becoming a bit harder as well as 
he reached around her hips, caressing her bottom with one hand as theother one 
slipped between her legs. He swallowed, dimly aware of more than his breathing 
growing harder, but he willed himself to focus on pleasuring Karen. He gently 
cupped her kitten, pressing the glob of sunscreen to it, hearing her gasp as the 
cold greasy cream came into contact with her soft little flower. He began to rub 
it in, and was surprised to find a bit of something more slippery diluting the 
sunblock slightly. 

His little girl was getting wet, he realized with a shiver. Just a hint of 
dampness, nothing like the lubrication of a physically mature woman, but enough 
to leave no question that she was loving him loving her like this. He caressed 
and kneaded her kitten gently, running his fingers along her lips, making sure 
to get the sunblock all over between her legs before focusing on any particular 
area. She gasped, purring louder as he caressed her. 

Karen's eyes were closed as she savored the feeling. The way her daddy was 
touching her was wonderful. The hand between her legs was nice, but the 
occasional brushes of her anus, added to the kitten-petting, were the best part. 
She pressed back against his hand, very gently, and gasped as she felt the tip 
of his finger start to press forward. 

Jim felt her anus start to open around his fingertip. He expected her to pull 
away, but she didn't, instead holding still, neither taking it in deeper nor 
releasing the quarter inch that was starting to penetrate her. He wiggled his 
finger experimentally, and she shivered, purring louder. He swallowed. "Here, 
pumpkin, hold on just a moment," He said, half-gasping himself. He withdrew his 
hand from her bottom, and she whimpered softly. He winced slightly, feeling as 
guilty for depriving her of stimulation there for the moment as he had earlier 
about touching her sexually--yes, sexually, he realized with a shiver. "Daddy 
just needs to get the sunblock," He explained. 

"Okay," She gasped, almost moaning it. His fingers closed around the bottle and 
he brought it up, grasping the greasy plastic as best he could, his other hand 
still against her kitten as he concentrated. Jim clicked it open, then slipped 
the neck of the bottle between her cheeks, tilting it a bit until the opening at 
the top was pressed against her anus. She seemed to especially like the anal 
stimulation she'd received so far, and he'd decided to see how she liked more of 
it. 

"Ooh..." Karen gasped as the sunblock squished against her already greasy anus, 
feeling both coolness on the outside and, she realized, moving upwards. A fair 
amount of the sunblock was squirting right up inside her bottom, and it felt 
weird, but good. She shivered, grinning, eyes closing again as her daddy resumed 
rubbing sunblock against her kitten. 

Jim slid the bottle out from between her cheeks, having squirted what he hoped 
was more than enough of it on and in her. He set it down on the bench a couple 
inches from where she knelt, then returned his hand to caressing her bottom, 
quickly slipping his fingers into her crack. His index finger found her anus and 
began to wiggle teasingly against it as he rubbed her whole kitty. She moaned, 
softly but unmistakably, moving her hips, and he leaned forward. "Shh, hold 
still pumpkin," He whispered. She nodded, gasping for breath, quivering a bit 
but holding her hips still. He wiggled his fingertip a few more times, then 
slowly began to turn it, back and forth. On the third turn he began pressing it 
forward, slowly, feeling her anus slide open around it. 

Karen gasped, tensing from the stimulation and the surprise of feeling her daddy's 
finger going up into her bottom. Jim immediately held his finger still, giving 
her a moment to adjust to having something really going up in there. "Ooh...daddy 
whatcha doin'?" She murmured, gasping for breath. 

"Shh...I'm just makin' sure you're good and protected up in there," He lied, and 
he figured she knew so. If not, there was no harm, if so, there was still no 
harm. He was just being a loving father, making his little girl feel good in a 
safe and tender way, he reasoned--rationalized, he corrected himself, though he 
wondered if he didn't have it right the first time. His cock--he shivered 
slightly thinking about that, as out of place as a grown up body part and the "adult 
language" that went with it seemed in this setting--strained firmly and 
uncomfortably against his shorts, but he wouldn't have wanted to pause his 
pleasuring of Karen to unzip them even if he'd dared to. 

"Mmm....okie..." She breathed, shivering, relaxing around his finger, and after 
a moment he resumed worming it into her. He felt her sphincter fluttering a bit 
around his finger as he slipped it deeper. As the first knuckle approached her 
ring, he felt his fingertip emerging from the tight passage of her anus into a 
more open space beyond. Jim kept going, looking down and watching as his first 
knuckle slid into his daughter's pudgy bottom, the fingers of his other hand 
slipping between the puffy lips of her kitten, slick with the smallish 
quantities of lubrication she was producing and the substantial quantity of 
sunblock he'd added. His index finger found and pressed gently against the 
opening of her little vagina, but he didn't dare try to push it in. He loved his 
daughter and wanted her to feel nice; the last thing he wanted to do was hurt 
her. 

Karen began making soft whimper-gasps, about two per second, as his finger 
wormed deeper into her bottom, the second knuckle approaching her little pinkish 
ring as the first emerged into the wider passageway beyond. He felt the goopy 
sunblock sloshing around his finger as he wriggled it into his daughter's bottom, 
watching in amazement as the second knuckle disappeared into her. He paused for 
a split second, looking up at her, watching and listening for any sign of 
discomfort or hesitation--or worse, fear or dismay--and finding none. He 
surmised that her eyes were closed tightly, though he couldn't see them, but her 
head was bowed and she was leaning far forward, giving him easy access to her 
most sensitive parts. Her skin was shiny from sunblock and perspiration, and was 
pinkish where she was flushed from her excitement. She was breathing rapidly and 
erratically, soft little noises of pleasure escaping on each exhale, her body 
quivering gently, holding herself still as his finger entered her. 

He smiled and began to worm it deeper still, wriggling and twisting further into 
her, finding no resistance now, her soft ring yielding easily around his finger, 
eagerly accepting it. He continued to caress her kitten sort of absently, 
focusing most of his attention on his penetration of her bottom. As Jim pushed 
his fingertip deeper into his daughter's rectum, he felt the gooey sunblock that 
he'd squirted up there oozing around it, easily lubricating her passage as he 
explored her deeper. He shivered as his sensitive fingertip brushed and slipped 
along her smooth, silky walls. "You, pumpkin, are going to make some boy very 
happy someday," He thought with a smile, "and not just for this." 

Abruptly, he felt something else inside her. His finger had nearly bottomed out--he 
smiled at his mental word choice--in her bottom, and his fingertip was now 
pressed against something which, while squishy and yielding, was firmer in 
substance than the sunblock and in texture than the walls of her rectum. Jim 
could guess what it was easily enough, and he paused for a moment, pondering, 
his fingertip twisting back and forth but moving no deeper. He was mildly 
surprised that he wasn't grossed out by this unexpected, albeit predictable, 
encounter. Then again, he'd never been grossed out by touching Karen's poop 
while changing her diaper when she was a baby or while wiping her when she was a 
little girl, so why should he be now while he was fingering her bottom when she 
was a grade-schooler? 

He was a bit concerned, however, because he imagined that having her poop pushed 
back up into her might be uncomfortable for her. "Are you all right pumpkin?" He 
asked again, tenderly. 

"Mmmyess daddy...I'm..ooh...all right..." The girl murmured. 

"Let me know if anything I do feels bad, ok Karen?" 

"Uh huh..." She gasped dreamily. He began to slowly worm the last half-inch of 
his finger into her bottom, feeling his fingertip slowly sinking into her poop 
more than it was pushing it back up into her. He was glad he'd taught her a 
taste for fruits and vegetables early on. 

Finally he felt the ring of her anus pressing and fluttering around the base of 
his finger. He leaned forward and kissed the back of his little girl's neck, 
very gently, leaving his finger buried in her bottom for a moment, letting her 
get used to it filling her. He quickly gathered, however, that she was already 
quite used to it by her purring and murmuring. "I love you pumpkin," He murmured 
aloud. 

"Love you too daddy," She breathed, dreamily, lost in the pleasure he was giving 
her. He smiled and began to move his finger a bit, twisting it back and forth as 
he pulled it out of her anus to the second knuckle and worked it back in, over 
the course of several seconds, while she gasped softly in delight. He smiled, 
gradually lengthening the strokes, still keeping them slow and gentle, until he 
was pulling out to the first knuckle and wriggling it back in over the course of 
about two seconds, again and again. 

Jim began to caress his daughter's kitten lips more attentively now, and she 
purred, appropriately enough, in response. He felt towards the front of her soft, 
slippery little slit, his fingertips parting and caressing her folds as she 
gasped and murmured happily, her breathing becoming ragged. After a few seconds 
he found what he was looking for. He gently pressed his index fingertip against 
Karen's firm little bud through a fold of her lips, wiggling the fingertip 
slightly. She tensed immediately, back arching upward, moaning loudly and 
quivering. Her body didn't relax fully and he felt her anus gripping his finger 
again. She was close. 

He began to circle his fingertip, rubbing against her clitoris through the soft 
fold. She whimpered and gasped, her breathing becoming erratic. "Ohh daddy that's..ooh...nngh...what's...happening 
daddy?" She whimpered through staccato breaths as she tensed further. 

"Shhh, pumpkin, just enjoy it," He whispered lovingly. She nodded absently, 
whimpering faster as her breathing approached hyperventilation. 

"Ooh-daddy-it-daddy-I...I......." She went rigid suddenly, frozen in time and 
space for a moment as he rapidly circled his fingertip against her bud through 
the fold, almost vibrating it. Almost in slow motion, he felt her anus clamp 
down on his finger, and then she was pulsing powerfully around it. Dimly, he 
felt a matching throbbing from inside her little kitten, thinking with a smile 
that it was purring. The noise coming out of her throat was more of a choked, 
whining gasp that made think of someone trying to exhale and inhale at the same 
time. He wondered if that was precisely what was happening to her. 

Karen's back arched slightly as her body trembled, feeling, dimly and detachedly, 
her daddy's fingers working in her bottom and against her kitten. She could feel 
herself losing control of her body as her first orgasm surged through her like 
an all-over tickle-attack. Her lips were drawn back as her jaws clenched 
together, her eyes squinched involuntarily shut, and her "fat" little body was 
trying to squirm in every direction at once but managing little beyond simply 
quaking in place. It was a little scary, she realized in retrospect, though 
considerations like that were beyond her at the moment; if she weren't feeling 
so good she'd have been terrified. 

As her orgasm wound down she felt her limbs giving out and her body collapsing 
forward against the table, and just as she realized, to her horror, that she was 
about to fall from the bench she felt her daddy's strong arm wrapped around her 
waist and the palm of his hand pressed firmly against her bottom, together 
holding her up and close. She slowly opened her eyes, breathing in long, deep, 
ragged gulps, and with an effort turned her head. She smiled weakly up at him, 
her body still quivering gently, padding jiggling slightly as a result. "What...was 
that...daddy?" She gasped between gulps of air. 

He smiled warmly, feeling her bottom still spasming slightly around his finger. 
"Something special for you, pumpkin," He replied. He helped her pull herself up 
until she was kneeling on the bench, more or less upright, and turned halfway 
towards him, then sat down on the bench and wrapped his arms around her, 
noticing as he moved that his cockhead seemed to be squishing around a little in 
his jeans. He must have been leaking precum; no surprise, he thought, as hard as 
he had, to his chagrin, been. The hand he'd penetrated her bottom with remained 
pressed against it, his finger still buried most of the way inside her, its arm 
wrapped around her waist and hip, while his other arm wrapped around her back 
just below her shoulders, holding her close. She tried to lift her arms to throw 
them around his neck, like she was so fond of doing, but she only managed to 
wrap them around his waist as she snuggled against him. Jim bent his elbow, 
stroking his daughter's coppery hair softly with his non-bottom-penetrating hand. 

Karen sighed happily as she snuggled against her father, purring softly, feeling 
a little sleepy but absolutely fantastic in the afterglow of her orgasm, his 
finger, mostly forgotten, nestled comfortably deep in her bottom. She was at 
peace and totally relaxed. Jim, for his part, was not only overwhelmed with love 
for his little girl but relieved that he was "relaxing" as well, despite the 
soft pink anus still snug around his finger. Father and daughter stayed like 
that for a few minutes, enjoying the contact in silence, before Jim finally 
spoke. 

"So...feel good and protected in there now, pumpkin?" 

"Uh huh," She said, in a cute little-kid sing-song voice. She swallowed, feeling 
a little disappointed as she inferred that this would probably mean he'd pull 
his finger out of her bottom. She understood, however, that they couldn't stay 
like that forever. He'd have work to do and later to go to, she'd have school, 
they'd both have to eat, bathe, and go to bed, and sooner or later, she thought 
with a slightly embarrassed giggle, she'd have to poop. 

"That's good," Jim said, and smiled. He began to twist and pull at his finger in 
her bottom, worming it out of her the same way he'd worked it in, evoking a few 
gasps and shivers and more than one giggle from his darling little girl. After 
several twists back and forth, his sunblock-slick finger finally slipped out of 
her, followed by a dribble of sunblock. Most of it, though, stayed right up 
where it belonged. He smiled, hugging her again. 

"Thanks daddy," She said brightly, smiling, shivering a bit. She was gradually 
becoming aware that being in this position, her knees were growing quite cramped. 
"C'ya help me down?" She said, grinning sheepishly, and he nodded, taking her 
hand with his clean one, helping her hold herself steady while she slipped first 
one leg, then the other, down from the bench, resting her feet on the ground, 
her greasy bottom taking their place on the bench. She took a few deep breaths, 
then used his hand for leverage to pull herself up to stand, a bit unsteadily 
for a moment. 

"Ok, honey...I'm glad you won't get burned. I got some work I gotta finish 
though; then I'll come out and swim with you. Ok pumpkin?" 

"Ok daddy," She replied, smiling sweetly. He hugged her yet again, taking care 
not to press against her too firmly. He was about half-hard now, not enough to 
be very obvious in his shorts but enough that he knew it would become obvious 
pretty quickly if he let it, which in turn would result in awkward questions. He 
was having enough trouble just getting his mind around what they'd done ("what 
he'd done to her," he tried to rephrase it mentally, but found it unconvincing) 
and why he'd reacted this way to it. They squeezed each other tightly, neither 
of them noticing the movement in the suddenly empty window of Mr. Evans' bedroom 
next door. 

Jim kissed his daughter on the cheek, then walked back toward the house. He 
stopped at the door, turned, and grinned. She returned his grin, then turned 
around and scampered toward the pool, pudgy cheeks bouncing and dripping a few 
blobs of sunblock, padding jiggling as she ran, before she leapt and pulled her 
legs up under her, landing with a huge splash. Karen's cannonballs were always 
spectacular to watch. He smiled as she surfaced with a happy squeal, then turned 
inside and closed the door. He washed his hands thoroughly in the kitchen sink, 
then walked to his seat at the table, glancing at his daughter splashing and 
kicking in the pool one last time through the window over his shoulder before he 
sat down and resumed his work, trying to concentrate as best he could. 

Karen splashed and played in the pool, content in the knowledge that her daddy 
had gotten all of her, even up in her bottom, good and sunblock-slathered. No 
way was she gonna burn. She smiled to her daddy as he looked out the window at 
her, then resumed swimming back and forth underwater. Karen, despite her 
pudginess, was in reasonably good shape in other respects, and was certainly 
surprisingly agile, particularly in the water. This trait that prompted some of 
the other kids, at the relatively few pool parties she'd attended, to come up 
with a plethora of uncreative "whale" jokes, until she "breached" them enough to 
discourage them. 

After about ten minutes of variously swimming, diving, and splashing, Karen 
heard a screen door bang shut as she surfaced. She giggled, glancing over at Mr. 
Evans' yard across the low chain-link fence dividing the two yards and saw that, 
as she'd suspected, he'd just headed outside, his German Shepherd, Baldur, and 
his black Labrador mix Midnight in tow. The dogs hurtled off to dig in their 
corner of the yard, while Mr. Evans paused on the porch, watching them and 
chuckling. He was about her daddy's height, but older, in his late forties or 
early fifties, with graying dark hair and brown eyes. He was still in pretty 
good shape but a little soggy around the middle, and his skin was quite tanned; 
she recalled that he sailed as a hobby. He was dressed in sunglasses, a white t-shirt 
with a faded political cartoon on the front and a faded, dirt-and-grass stained 
pair of jeans, reflections of his fondness for gardening. 

She smiled and waved to him, making no move to cover herself; he smiled broadly 
and waved back. This was old hat for both of them; her habit of swimming and 
even playing naked in the backyard had never bothered him, even though, 
especially in the summer, he was out in the yard most days. Mr. Evans didn't 
have a pool, though his yard was the same size, but he often sat outdoors in a 
deck chair on his patio and read, and much of the rest of the time he spent 
gardening. He seemed to spend quite a bit of his time watching her when she was 
outside, which she'd thought was kinda odd, ever since she started thinking 
about it at all, but didn't mind. Lately she'd been thinking it was kinda cool, 
actually. 

"Hello, Karen," Mr. Evans said, still smiling warmly as he walked over to the 
fence separating their yards. It was barely four feet high and made of chain 
link, apparently the results of two very cordial neighbors with incompatible 
pets subdividing a lot when they built a second house on it, Way Back In The Day. 
He'd lived there for about three more years than they had, and he'd been using 
the fence as a support for various vine-type plants, some of which had done 
better than others. He had tomatoes planted along the section he was standing by. 
He rested his forearms, folders on the top of the fence. 

"Hiya," She responded, then dove back under, sweeping her arms forward, pushing 
herself backwards toward the wall of the pool, sort of crouching against it, 
then pushing forward, hard, launching herself through the water toward the other 
side, trailing the occasional bubble. She surfaced, took a deep breath, then 
immediately recrossed the pool, surfacing and taking a few breaths. She 
continued in much the same vein, and after a few minutes, Mr. Evans knelt down 
beside the fence and began to tend to his plants, watching her the whole time. 
Karen kept going for another ten minutes or so until, feeling kinda playful and 
wanting to show off, she swam to the middle of the shallow end of the pool, then 
dove forward, turning herself upside down and lifting her feet and lower legs 
out of the water. She planted her palms on the concrete bottom of the pool, 
spread her fingers, and pushed, lifting herself up out of the water up to about 
her bellybutton. This was easier, she knew, if her legs were a bit bent, so she 
parted them a ways and bent her knees. She couldn't see Mr. Evans watching her 
intently, mostly staring at the point where they joined her body, as she slowly 
turned a 720 by "walking" with her hands, nor would she have recognized the look 
in his eye as affectionate but distinctly appreciative, even covetous, as well. 

At last, she collapsed back into the water, surfacing a moment later and heading 
back to the side of the pool. She reached it and grasped the edge of the pool 
with one hand, though she was perfectly capable of treading water. In a few more 
years, she'd be able to keep herself up with just her feet on the bottom, she 
thought, then giggled slightly, thinking about bottoms. She reached back and 
felt hers playfully; it didn't seem very greasy. Karen didn't want to get burned 
up there, so this was a bit worrisome to her. It must have shown, because Mr. 
Evans cocked his head and smiled. "Is your bottom ok, Karen?" 

"I'm not sure," She replied. "I don't wanna getta sunburn..." 

"Did you put on sunscreen?" He asked, though he knew perfectly well she had; he'd 
watched her from his second story bedroom window. 

"Uh huh," She replied with a smile, shivering slightly at the memory. "Daddy 
helped me." 

"Even there?" He asked, smiling, looking a little concerned himself, feigning 
ignorance. 

"Uh huh," She replied again, then smiled brightly. "All the way up!" 

He nodded. "Well, you should be pretty well protected," He responded, then 
pondered for a moment. "Still....how long ago was that?" 

She pinched her chin and screwed up her face slightly, thinking hard. "I dunno. 
Prob'ly fifteen minutes," She replied at last. 

"Well...you'll probably be all right," He said. 

"You sure?" She asked, cocking her head. She was hoping for a reapplication of 
sunblock, even though she figured he was probably right. 

He looked pensive for a moment. "Welll...better safe than sorry," He told her. "Wanna 
go get your daddy to put some on you?" 

"He's busy," She said, looking worried and a little unsure. "He's got work and 
stuff." She pinched her chin again, then brightened suddenly. "Umm..." She 
started. 

"Yes, Karen?" He responded. He shuffled his feet slightly as he stood in front 
of the fence, and Karen noticed in passing that there was a bulge of some sort 
forming in his jeans. She'd seen this happen to her daddy on occasion, but didn't 
really understand it, or concern herself with it. 

"Maybe you could help me put it on," She said, with a hopeful smile. 

He managed, with an effort, not to appear too eager. "I could," He responded. "If 
it's ok with you, that is." 

"Course, I don't wanna get burned," She said, with a grin and a shiver that 
suggested there was more to it than that. "Please?" She added after a moment, 
looking up at him hopefully. 

"Well, then, I'd be happy to, sweetie," He responded. "You'll have to get me the 
bottle, though." 

Karen nodded and scampered across the yard to the picnic table on the back porch, 
her chubby little bottom wiggling and glistening in the sun. She grabbed the 
bottle of sunblock, turned, and scampered right back over to the fence. She held 
the bottle up to Mr. Evans, who took it and smiled. "All right, Karen, let's 
start with your arms." 

"Okie." She held them out, and he squirted a glob of sunblock into one hand, 
smearing it gently along her left arm, rubbing rather gently compared to her 
daddy. His fingers were almost caressing her arm, and it felt pretty nice. She 
smiled and shivered a bit, then raised her right arm as he slathered sunblock 
onto her left hand, fingers tracing along her fingers and palm, making them 
tingle. He repeated the procedure on her right arm, getting it nice and greasy 
with the sunscreen. 

"Now your face." She shut her eyes and leaned forward a bit as he smeared and 
rubbed it onto her face, getting nice large globs on her ears and nose like her 
daddy had done. She smiled, eyes squinched shut as Mr. Evans' fingers delicately 
caressed her cheeks for a moment. He was good at this, she thought. 

"Now, how about your back, sweetie," He said, and she giggled at the pet name. 
She didn't mind; it would have been a little awkward if he called her "pumpkin" 
like her daddy did but "sweetie" was fine. She turned around and bent forward a 
little, smiling over her shoulder for a moment. She didn't notice that Mr. Evans' 
eyes were glued to her bottom, nor he took a little longer to get the sunblock 
ready than he had for the last two application stages--nor that the bulge in his 
jeans had grown and seemed to be twitching slightly. She shivered again from the 
water evaporating from her body in the breeze, not considering that it was 
making the reapplication of sunblock more symbolic than anything else. Karen 
sighed as Mr. Evans' hands gently smeared the sunblock onto her shoulders, 
kneading and caressing it into her shoulders, the back of her neck, and then 
working slowly down her back, fingers trailing lightly along her spine. She 
smiled, shivering again, starting to feel some of the warm feeling she'd felt 
before when her daddy was putting sunblock on her, especially her thighs, and 
then later...she shivered again at the thought. 

Mr. Evans, to her mild disappointment, stopped just short of her bottom. "Let's 
do your front now, Karen," He said. Karen turned around and smiled, thrusting 
her chest and tummy forward slightly. He smiled back, looking from her face to 
her chubby body as he squirted sunblock in his hand, shivered slightly, and 
began to smear it around her collarbone, slowly working downward until his 
fingers began to trace over the breast-like chubbiness on her chest. She gasped 
softly and shivered visibly, and he smiled wider. He spent the next minute or so 
caressing and massaging them, working the sunblock in, noticing her little pink 
nipples swelling a bit under his fingers. 

Karen smiled, her eyes starting to close contentedly. She was breathing a little 
faster and felt nice and warm to the touch. Mr. Evans smiled, then shivered 
again as he felt himself straining against his jeans. His hands drifted downward, 
caressing her ample, pliant tummy, greasing it up with sunblock and provoking a 
few giggles. He squeezed and kneaded her chubbiness as his hands worked down her 
body, finally stopping, again to her disappointment, just short of her mound. 
She sighed very softly, still smiling, as his hands drifted around her hips, 
smearing sunblock up her sides. His fingers traced and circled along her sides, 
drifting onto her front occasionally, once drifting far enough to brush her 
nipples, before suddenly diving upward into her armpits and wriggling, provoking 
hysterical giggling for a few moments or so before he finally stopped tickling 
her. 

Karen gasped for breath, wiping a laughter-tear from each eye as she grinned up 
at Mr. Evans, her expression growing slightly pensive. "How are we gonna do my 
legs?" She asked, cocking her head. 

"Here...why don't you grab the fence with your right hand," He said, guiding her 
hand to it. "Now use this and your right leg to hold you up while you lift your 
left leg and use the fence to hold it." Karen nodded, leaning back a little, 
gripping the fence firmly, lifting her leg, bending at the knee, and hooking her 
toes into one of the loops of the chain link fence, about a foot from the top. 
Mr. Evans smiled, taking a good long look at her little kitty, partially 
revealed with this pose, looking especially for hints of moisture. He thought he 
saw a hint of glistening, though since she'd just come from the pool that didn't 
necessarily imply anything. He smiled again and leaned forward, squirted more 
sunblock into his hand, and began to smear it on her foot. She giggled as his 
fingers caressed her sole and even between her toes, getting her foot nice and 
greasy before slowly moving up her leg. Unlike her daddy, he was careful not to 
tickle too much as he rubbed sunblock behind her knee; if she squirmed in this 
position she was likely to fall and wind up with a bruised bottom, and that, he 
knew, would be no fun at all for anyone involved. 

He smiled as his hands worked up her inner thighs, watching her shiver, eyes 
slowly closing as she enjoyed the touch, despite not understanding why it was so 
nice. She gasped and quivered as the edge of his hand brushed against her smooth 
little lips, and he found himself breathing a little faster as well when he 
registered that she was slightly damp there, damp and slippery in a way that the 
pool could not account for. It was obvious to him that she was enjoying his 
touches, but he had always insisted on making sure that any kid he was with was 
getting into it, and with a girl this was the most direct and reliable way. 

She sighed softly again as his hands stopped just short of her kitty, shivering 
at the touch on her lip. "Right leg now, sweetie," He said with a smile. She 
nodded, lifting her toes out of the loop of the fence, which was just as well, 
she thought, since they were getting a bit uncomfortable there. She reached 
upward with both of her arms, stretching her soft young body, thrusting her 
chest and tummy out a bit unintentionally, and Mr. Evans found himself breathing 
faster still. Karen grasped the fence with her left hand and lifted her right 
foot, hooking the toes into a loop of the fence. He smiled, rubbing sunblock 
onto her foot and leg as he did the last, again stopping just short of her kitty. 

"All done?" He asked, and she shook her head. "What's left," He asked. 

"My kitty 'n' bottom, silly," She replied as she put her leg back down, shaking 
her head with mixed amusement and impatience. "Geez, how come everyone forgets?" 

"Ah, yes. How dumb of me," Mr. Evans replied sheepishly. "Do you want me to put 
sunblock there, sweetie?" 

"Of course; I dun wanna get burned," She replied. 

"Very well then. Come a little closer, sweetie." She moved a couple steps closer, 
standing with her feet apart. He squirted a good-sized glob of sunblock into his 
palm, then reached between her legs, leaning forward. He gently smeared the glob 
onto her soft, slickened little lips, feeling the sunblock mixing with her 
juices, and he smiled as he began to rub it in, paying more attention to the 
area between her lips than her daddy had. She stood more or less still, 
quivering a little and purring softly, her eyes slowly drifting closed as she 
enjoyed the sunblock application, glad he was being so thorough. She figured she 
especially didn't want such a sensitive area to get burned. 

After a minute or two, he finally removed his hand from her kitty. "Now, turn 
around, sweetie," He told her. 

She did so, then leaned forward a bit. "Like this?" 

"Good, sweetie, but bend over a little more." She did so. "And back up towards 
me a little." Again, she did as he told her, shivering in anticipation as she 
heard a squirt of sunblock into his palm, gasping happily as she felt his soft 
touch smearing the cool, greasy gel around on her bottom, starting with the 
cheeks at first. After a minute, he decided they were nicely sunblocked, and 
began to rub sunscreen into her crack, making her shiver and gasp further. 

Inside, Jim had finished preparing his papers. He got up and headed upstairs to 
the bathroom, mulling over what he'd done with Karen and the sunblock earlier. 
He shook his head and smiled. He couldn't believe he'd done that to her. But she 
had incontrovertibly enjoyed it, he reminded himself. There was no objection, no 
hesitation, no indication of discomfort from his little girl. He reached the 
bathroom, closed the door, then unzipped his shorts, pulled his cock out, and 
shrugged, deciding that there wasn't any harm in it. After all, he wanted his 
baby to be happy and enjoy herself. He shook his head again as he felt himself 
starting to swell and focused on something else as he began to pee into the 
toilet. 

Karen was feeling quite nice in the warm sun, with her skin greasy with sunblock 
and with Mr. Evans' nimble fingers working between her cheeks, occasionally 
brushing deliciously over her anus. She purred softly, breathing faster, her 
eyes and mouth both half-closed. After a moment he withdrew his hands from her 
bottom, eliciting a soft, disappointed whimper from her. "All done, sweetie?" 

"Nooo..." She half-whined, looking over her shoulder. "Ya gotta get up inside my 
bottom. I dun wanna get burned there." 

"No...no, you don't," He replied with a grin, his gaze drifting back to her 
bottom. He shivered with anticipation and licked his lips surreptitiously. "Here, 
bend forward more and back up some more." 

"Like this?" She asked, leaning forward further and scooting back another few 
inches. 

"Almost, sweetie. Back a little further." He reached down and placed his hands 
on her hips, guiding her back until her bottom was pressed against the chain 
link fence. She gasped; the fence was quite warm from the sun, more so than she'd 
noticed with just her toes on it. After the initial surprise she purred, 
enjoying the warmth against her chubby cheeks. "Here, grasp your knees, honey. 
That'll help you stay up." She nodded and did so, leaning forward further in the 
process; her knees were a bit slippery from the sunblock but she managed to hold 
on well enough. 

Karen shivered as she felt the hard plastic of the sunblock bottle pressing 
between her cheeks. She bent forward a little more as Mr. Evans pressed the 
bottle against her anus, then moaned as he squeezed it, feeling a glob of cool, 
greasy sunscreen squirt into her soft little bottom. He removed the sunblock 
bottle from its position against her anus. She heard a zipper opening, then the 
rustle of denim as he fumbled with something, followed by soft footsteps as he 
moved closer to the fence. Glancing down between her feet she saw that he'd 
planted his gardening-dirty tennis shoes with the toes against the base of the 
fence. She heard him squirting sunblock into his palm, but he didn't smear it on 
her. A moment later she heard a bump as Mr. Evans dropped the sunscreen bottle 
over the fence into her yard, and glanced down and over to see it bounce once 
before coming to rest on the grass. 

Jim had finished peeing and returned to the dining room. He went through his 
stuff on the table and confirmed that there was nothing else that needed his 
urgent attention. He stood up, stretched, and glanced out the window at the pool. 
To his surprise, Karen wasn't in it. He cocked his head, slightly uneasy but not 
alarmed just yet, scanning as much of the yard as he could see from the dining 
room window. No Karen. He walked into the living room and looked out through the 
window in the door. Jim gasped as he looked over towards the fence of Tom Evans' 
yard and saw his daughter, naked and bent over with her bottom pressed against 
the fence, and Tom standing, feet apart and squatted down a bit, behind her. His 
cock, slender and obviously very much erect, was visible, partly obscured by the 
girl's bottom. 

Karen purred as she felt something firm pressing against her buttocks, then 
slipping between them. "Ooh...that feels nice," She exclaimed, enjoying the 
touch of Mr. Evans "finger" as it pressed gently against her anus. 

"You ready, sweetie?" 

"Uh huh," She replied, and giggled. She felt his "finger" pressing more firmly, 
her anus slowly and easily expanding to accommodate it. She gasped, a bit 
surprised at the size of this "finger" as its tip began to push into her bottom; 
it was certainly bigger than the one her daddy had put in her. It wasn't hurting 
her, though, and it actually felt kinda neat. She purred as she felt herself 
opening wider, a little nervous now but allowing him to penetrate her. She didn't 
want to get sunburned up in there, after all, and besides, she remembered how 
she'd enjoyed it when her daddy's smaller finger was inside her bottom. 

Jim watched, dumbfounded, as Tom positioned his cock between his daughter's 
cheeks and began to slowly ease forward into her bottom. He blinked, staring, 
too shocked to react. Or at least, too shocked to react consciously; he was 
dimly aware of his cock swelling further in his shorts. He watched as Tom closed 
his eyes momentarily in delight; he could imagine well enough how the older man 
was feeling, for which he kicked himself a moment later. 

Karen gasped and giggled as the tip of Mr. Evans' "finger" entered her with an 
almost audible pop. She was surprised; the tip of it seemed bigger than the rest. 
Not at all like her daddy's fingers. She shrugged, and put it out of her mind. 

"You ok sweetie?" He murmured, breathing hard, as he gripped the fence, not sure 
if he should grab her hips and give away that it wasn't his finger entering her. 
He'd almost forgotten how wonderful it was to ease into a sweet little girl's 
bottom like this, and he was savoring every minute of this time, not sure when--or 
whether--he'd get another chance with her. He looked down, watching through half-closed 
eyes as his cockhead disappeared into her soft pink anus. 

"Uh huh," She replied dreamily, focusing on the sensations his "finger" was 
eliciting as it began to slowly slip deeper into her bottom. Her eyes were 
closed, her mouth open in a wide, gasping smile. She had no idea putting 
sunblock on could be so nice. She felt his "finger" worming its way up inside 
her bottom, deeper and deeper, and was very glad that Mr. Evans was being so 
thorough in applying sunblock to her. Her nervousness dissolved and she closed 
her eyes in pleasure. 

Jim finally had the presence of mind to grasp the door handle, about to rush 
outside and intervene, but he stopped himself. He studied the scene in more 
detail. His daughter was smiling broadly between gasps for breath, and her eyes 
were closed; she was clearly enjoying herself. A faint sheen of sweat and 
sunblock glistened on her body. He couldn't see where Tom's cock was entering 
the girl's body, as Karen's cheek was in the way, but from the movement of his 
hips and the amount of shaft still visible on the outside, he was obviously 
being gentle. He swallowed, unsure of what to do, trying to ignore the nagging 
pressure in his jeans as his cock swelled against them. 

Mr. Evans gasped, watching in awe as his cock slowly slipped up into the sweet 
little girl's chubby bottom. Although he wasn't having any trouble entering her, 
due to the excessive lubrication and to her being happy and comfortable, she was 
amazingly tight around him, and quite hot as well. He felt his cockhead emerge 
from the muscular passage of her anus into her rectum, and he moaned softly as 
he felt his head brushing against her muscular walls. He wasn't going to last 
long in this grip, he thought with a smile. 

Karen cooed as she felt Mr. Evans' "finger" moving deeper inside her, just like 
her daddy's had. She felt it rubbing against her insides, generating little 
shivers and gasps of pleasure as the intense sensations rippled through her. She 
felt herself tensing a little, quivering as he rubbed the sunblock deeper and 
deeper into her bottom. 

Mr. Evans moaned louder, quivering as his cock slid deeper into Karen. He began 
to pull back a little and then push forward to a point slightly beyond where he'd 
been, over and over, slowly working his way up her. He felt his head pressing 
and slipping against her soft, silky tunnel, and then suddenly against something 
squishy and yielding, which he realized was her poop. He paused for a moment, 
pondering. He'd never had a problem with getting poop on his cock, but, like her 
father, he figured having it pushed back up her wouldn't be very comfortable for 
the girl. He pushed forward slowly and gently, feeling his cockhead start to 
sink into the gooey mass, and watched carefully for any sign of discomfort from 
her. 

Karen shivered as she felt "finger" tip squishing around in the sunblock in her 
bottom. She had a feeling that it might be more than just sunblock it was 
squishing around in, and blushed, somewhat embarrassed, opening her eyes. She 
glanced over her shoulder and up, uncertainly, opening her eyes. As she turned 
her head, Mr. Evans quickly positioned one hand just behind and below her bottom, 
on his side of the fence, but not touching it. He smiled lovingly. "You ok, 
sweetie?" He asked, cocking his head. "This isn't hurting you, is it?" 

"Uh uh. But, um..." 

"Hmm?" 

"Isn't...um...that yucky?" She asked, blushing and giggling a bit. 

"Which?" 

"My...poop..." She almost squeaked, turning redder. 

"Doesn't bother me, honey," He gasped. "I can stop if you want me to, though." 
He wasn't entirely sure that was true, but he'd certainly do his best. 

"Noo, keep going...I need to get sunblocked good," She gasped, with a shiver, 
turning her head back forward and closing her eyes again as he pressed deeper. 
She knew his "finger" was going deeper than her daddy's finger, and she was very 
grateful to him for doing such a thorough job of protecting her from sunburn. 
She'd have to mention this to daddy, she decided. 

Mr. Evans sighed happily as he felt his stomach pressing against the warm metal 
of the chain link fence. He was in her as far as he could readily get. He stayed 
there for a moment, holding his cock still to let her get used to it. Again, he 
was amazed by how warm she was inside. Being buried in her squishy poop felt 
kinda nice, actually. After a moment, he slowly pulled his cock back about an 
inch and then pushed forward again, hearing her purr loudly, grading into a soft 
moan. He repeated the movement, thrusting slowly and gently inside her bottom. 

Jim smiled, shook his head, and released the doorknob. His hand drifted downward 
as he watched Tom's hips begin to move slowly, and he could almost visualize his 
slender cock moving in and out of Karen's chubby bottom. He could visualize it, 
in fact, and it gave him a pleasant shiver. Almost without thinking he unzipped 
his shorts and began to take his cock out as he watched. He caught himself, 
paused, then shrugged. Again, what was the harm in it? He pulled his cock out of 
his shorts and grasped it firmly, noting that the head was still a bit slimy 
from the precum he'd leaked earlier, while fingering her. 

Karen was breathing faster, quivering a bit, beginning to tense further around 
Mr. Evans' "finger." She gasped, squirming a little, feeling a sort of warm, 
urgent tingling sensation growing between her legs. "You okay, sweetie?" He 
asked her for the umpteenth time. 

"Uh huh," She replied, between gasps. "Think my kitty needs more sunblock though..." 

"All right," He said, and leaned forward a bit, reaching around her hips. His 
right hand fumbled around a bit between her legs as he thrust into her, both 
motions somewhat erratic, his hand and fingers slipping on and around her soft, 
slick lips. He finally managed to slip his index finger between her lips, then 
began to work it back and forth, searching for her clit. He felt a small nub 
after a moment, and, with a moan and a slight further tensing of her body, she 
confirmed that he'd found it. He began to circle it with his finger, feeling 
himself tensing as well. 

Jim moaned softly as he stroked his cock, shivering a bit as he watched the 
scene unfolding. He smiled as he watched Tom reach around to rub Karen's 
clitoris; he was glad that his neighbor was paying attention to pleasuring his 
daughter as well. He shivered, tensing as he stroked faster, breathing harder as 
he watched. He felt better about this knowing that his daughter was getting off 
as well. 

Karen moaned, squirming, rubbing herself insistently against Mr. Evans' hand, 
wiggling her bottom around his "finger" in the process. Both gasped at the added 
sensation of this movement, and she began to whimper softly, tensing further, 
her breathing becoming erratic as it had before. She shuddered in anticipation 
of her imminent climax, remembering the last one very, very well. 

Mr. Evans grunted as he began to speed up his thrusting slightly, moaning in 
tandem as he felt Karen's rectum swiveling and rubbing around his cock. He 
shuddered, gripping the fence harder, as he felt the "charging-up" sensation of 
imminent orgasm. He rubbed at her clit harder, wanting to bring his little lover 
off first--with all the pleasure she was giving him, he thought, it was the 
least he could do. 

Karen gasped, whimpered, rubbed down on his finger one more time, and suddenly 
went rigid. She whimpered, quivering, feeling the world spin around her as she 
came, pulsing around the "finger" inside her. Her eyes squinched shut, her teeth 
clenched, and her short fingernails dug almost painfully into her knees, though 
she barely registered it. She almost seemed to be flying as she threw her head 
back, gasp-whimpering in pleasure. She felt so delightfully warm, so alive, so 
nicely full. 

Mr. Evans moaned as he felt her quaking, feeling her bottom clamping down on him 
fiercely, then releasing, then clamping, her anus clenching the base of his cock 
like a fist as her bottom and kitty pulsed. He watched her for a microsecond as 
he shuddered, then pulled back on her hips with the hand that was rubbing her 
clit, preparing the left to grab her if she became unsteady on her feet. At the 
same moment he gave a powerful thrust forward, burying his whole cock in her 
bottom and his cockhead in the gooey mess filling the inmost half of her rectum. 
He groaned, gasping, closing his eyes tight, one hand clenching the fence and 
the other grasping her mound firmly as he shuddered, feeling his cock throbbing. 
The semi-solid mass surrounding his cockhead presented greater resistance to his 
ejaculation than if her bottom had been otherwise empty, and as a result each 
spurt seemed more intense than usual. 

Jim groaned, shuddering as he watched his neighbor bury himself in his daughter's 
bottom, glancing from Karen's face to Tom's face to the union of their bodies 
again and again as he felt himself charging as well. He suddenly realized 
exactly what he was doing: jerking off watching his daughter being molested. His 
eyes widened, but before he could stop himself his own cock was pulsing, 
spurting his own cum against the door as he gasped and spasmed. His eyes 
remained glued to the scene in front of him, but his teeth clenched and he had 
to rest his other hand on the door and lean against it slightly to keep from 
falling. It was his most intense orgasm in quite a while. At last, after what 
felt like fifteen or twenty seconds, he finished spurting, though his cock still 
twitched for a few seconds more. He leaned harder against the door, gasping. 

Karen shuddered, her breathing slowly returning to normal. She felt Mr. Evans' "finger" 
shrinking inside her bottom. "Here, honey, squeeze your bottom shut," He wheezed. 

"Huh?" She gasped, slowly opening her eyes and glancing behind her. 

"You want to keep as much sunblock in your bottom as you can, sweetie," He 
replied, breathing hard. 

"Ok," She responded, and clamped down as hard as she could, closing her eyes in 
concentration. She heard him moan softly, then grunt, and she felt his "finger" 
sliding out of her. A little bit of goo trickled out along with it, but she 
managed to keep most of it inside her. She slowly stood up, stretching a bit, 
hearing his clothing rustling again, followed by a zipper closing, and then she 
felt his fingers over her anus one more time. She turned around and smiled at 
him. 

He smiled back. "Feel nice and protected?" He asked her. 

"Uh huh," She replied, smiling sweetly. "Thank you!" She leaned forward, across 
the fence, and threw her arms around his waist. 

"You're welcome," He said with a smile as he hugged her back. She squeezed him 
tighter and he gasped, pretending to choke. She giggled and released him, 
grinning brightly. "I gotta go, ah, wash my hands, ok sweetie?" He told her, 
holding up his left hand to show her. The finger had quite a bit of whitish-tannish 
sunblock on it, with a few specks of brown. She made a face and giggled. 

"Okie," She replied, then turned and started back toward the pool, giving him a 
good view of her chubby bottom wiggling and of the tiny dribble of mixed, mostly-white 
goo oozing from it. Halfway there she turned and waved, and he waved back with 
his gooey hand, before turning and heading back into his house. 

Jim stood up straight again, still breathing a bit hard, and glanced down at the 
globs of sticky, milky fluid running down the surface of the door, then at his 
still-sticky hand and cock. He shook his head and turned, walking over to the 
end table by the sofa and pulling a handful of Kleenex from it. He wiped his 
hand and cock, then stuffed the latter back in his shorts. He turned and glanced 
out the door window just in time to see his daughter disappear into the water in 
one of her signature cannonball dives, the ones they jokingly referred to as "nukes," 
and smiled. He grabbed another handful of Kleenexes and knelt by the door, 
scrupulously wiping the cum from it, then finally took both handfuls and threw 
them in the kitchen trash. 

He sighed and walked to the dining room table, shaking his head, and stared out 
the window again at his daughter splashing and playing in the pool. After a 
minute or so, he shook it again, then sat down at the table, resting his head in 
his hands and trying to appear busy in case she looked in through the window or 
decided to come inside to use the bathroom. Jim sighed and tried to figure out 
what had happened that afternoon and what it meant. He knew that what Tom had 
done to his daughter would be considered child molestation, and hence rape, 
under the law. Yet Jim just couldn't convince himself that this was an accurate 
way of characterizing the events. 

For one thing, Karen had clearly enjoyed it immensely, easily as much as Tom had 
from what he could see of it, and thus it was unfair to speak of him doing 
something "to" her when he'd clearly done something "with" her. And this wasn't 
just incidental; Tom had been taking pains to avoid causing her any, and had 
obviously made a point of ensuring that she enjoyed what they were doing. He 
glanced out the window again, over his shoulder at his daughter playing and 
splashing in the pool, and smiled. He turned around and sighed, still pondering. 
She was as happy as before. 

And besides, he thought, what right did he have to object to what his neighbor 
had done, after he'd fingered her to orgasm himself? This would be considered "molest" 
just as much as Tom sodomizing her, he suspected, though the particular charges, 
and hence penalties, might differ slightly. He was still puzzling over this ten 
minutes later when he heard the back door open and slam and caught a fleeting 
glimpse of Karen, dripping on the carpet as usual, as she scampered through the 
living room and upstairs--to use the bathroom, he figured, since she'd have 
dried off first otherwise. A moment later he heard the bathroom door slam shut. 
He grinned; he wasn't surprised she had to use the bathroom, with all the goo 
that must be sloshing around in her bottom by now. 

As Karen sat down on the toilet and sighed contentedly, released her sphincter, 
and easily pushed out a very runny, greasy, sticky bowel movement, her father 
sat downstairs and gave serious thought to what he had done with her versus what 
his neighbor had done. What was the difference, anyway? That when Tom had 
brought her to orgasm, he'd got off too? Well, why shouldn't he? He hadn't hurt 
Karen in doing so, and in fact seemed to have made her extremely happy. There 
was no reason he shouldn't enjoy himself as well. Jim paused. He still felt a 
reflexive twinge of distress at the thought of his little girl being fucked--yes, 
"fucked"--by a grown man, but it was fading. He shrugged and finally decided to 
ask her about it, though in his heart he'd already made up his mind. And in his 
pants as well, he realized, to his chagrin, feeling himself starting to swell 
again as he mentally replayed the scene. 

The bathroom door banged open, and he heard Karen scampering down the steps. A 
moment later the still-damp and still-plump ("fat," he reminded himself) little 
redhead bounded into the dining room, smiling hopefully. "Oh, hi pumpkin," He 
said, returned her smile effortlessly. "Having a good time?" 

"Uh huh," She responded enthusiastically, then grinned. "Come swimmin' with me 
daddy!" 

"Pumpkin, I've got a lot to do..." He responded in a theatrically half-hearted 
fashion. 

"You're just sittin' there. C'mon, you can think in the pool," She said, 
giggling. 

He smiled and sighed, again theatrically. "All right, all right. Let me get my 
swimsuit." 

"You don't need it, daddy. C'mon, let's go?" 

"But.." 

"No buts!" 

"Fine, fine." He got to his feet, willing his erection to subside. She squealed 
and scampered to the door, him following several steps behind. "Hey, slow down, 
pumpkin," He exclaimed as he stepped out the door and saw her halfway to the 
pool. "My tired old bones can't keep up with you." She turned and grinned, and 
they both laughed. A second and a half later she was airborne, curling into a 
ball ("butterball," he thought affectionately, unsure of whether she'd like the 
term, but making a note to find out), and another half-second after that she 
vanished in a "nuke," waves of water splashing against and over the concrete lip 
of the pool as she uncurled and swam off under the water. He chuckled and 
slipped his shirt off, then undid the button on his jean shorts. He unzipped 
them and, a moment later, grabbed them and his briefs and pulled them both off 
his ass and down his legs at the same time. 

He dashed toward the pool, his quarter-hard cock waggling, and leaped right as 
Karen surfaced. His timing barely gave her the chance to notice him before he 
landed in a "nuke" of his own, sending a wall of water droplets hurtling towards 
her. He felt the lukewarm water envelope his naked body and shivered, then 
surfaced, chuckling. Karen surfaced a second later, giggling, and splashed him 
using her hands. He retaliated, and they splashed each other for the next five 
minutes before collapsing back into the pool, laughing hysterically. 

After a few minutes they calmed down and began to swim more normally, still 
playing. After an hour, a half-assed game of Marco Polo, three more splash 
fights, several back-and-forth races, and about fifteen cumulative minutes of 
hysterical laughter, they sat down on the steps at the shallow end of the pool, 
about a foot apart, breathing hard. Jim smiled and swallowed, hesitating for a 
moment, then finally decided to broach the subject concerning him. "So, how are 
you doing, pumpkin?" 

"Great, daddy," She said with a grin. 

"Been having fun this afternoon?" 

"Uh huh!" She replied enthusiastically and shivered. 

"You aren't getting sunburned, are ya?" He asked her, cocking his head. 

"Heck no," She replied, laughing. "Nah, I'm good and sunblocked." 

"Are you? Hmm...you do know it washes off eventually, right?" Of course, she did. 

"Of course I do," She replied, with a theatrical eyeroll. "It's ok though; Mr. 
Evans helped me put some more on." 

"I saw that," He said with a funny smile. "Was he nice and thorough?" 

"Uh huh," She replied with a slight shiver. 

"That was nice of him," Her daddy replied, and she nodded, shivering again. "Did 
you ask politely?" He added, raising an eyebrow, though he was mainly interested 
in whether she asked at all. 

"Yeah," She responded. "I said 'please' 'n' everything." 

"Good girl. You're sure he did a thorough job?" 

"Uh huh," She repeated. "He even got it up in my bottom like you did, daddy," 
She added with a smile. "Though I think he got it in deeper than you did." 

"Wow. I'm glad he went the extra mile for you, pumpkin," Jim responded, then 
cocked his head. "Was it all right?" 

"Huh?" 

"It didn't hurt you or anything when he applied it there, did it?" 

"Heck no," She replied again with a giggle. "It was nice, like when you did it, 
daddy," She added, smiling sweetly. He returned it and reached over, brushing 
her (facial) cheek with his fingertips as he looked into her eyes, watching for 
any hint of nervousness or hesitation that might indicate a lie or 
rationalization and finding none. 

"I'm glad, pumpkin," He said, then swallowed, forcibly holding the smile and 
waiting a moment. 

"D'ya think he'd mind putting it on me more often?" She asked, cocking her head. 

"Well, I don't know," He responded, pinching his chin and adopting a pensive 
look. "I can always put it on for you," He said, after a moment. 

"Yeah, but you're busy, and if he helps you can keep workin' like today," Karen 
replied with a slight shrug, then smiled. "Besides, he does it a little 
different than you and I like that way too." 

He nodded. "Well, all right. I'll talk to Mr. Evans about it. I can't promise 
anything, but maybe he can help you put on sunscreen sometimes." 

She squealed happily and threw her arms around his chest, hugging him tightly 
and eliciting an "ooof" as he returned it. They giggled for a moment, but were 
distracted by a screen door squeaking open. They both turned their heads in the 
direction of Mr. Evans' house as he stepped out onto his patio. "Baldur! 
Midnight!" He called, looking towards the dogs' corner of the yard. "Dinnertime!" 
Both dogs, noticeably dirty, bounded towards the house, tongues lolling as they 
hurtled through the door. 

Mr. Evans chuckled, then glanced toward Jim and Karen. Father and daughter 
lifted their hands at the same time, smiling and waving. Mr. Evans responded in 
kind, then headed back indoors, his screen door banging shut. Jim smiled, 
looking at Karen's face, still hugging her close as she whispered "I love you 
daddy." 

"I love you too, pumpkin," He responded, feeling his cock starting to swell a 
little. 