Title: The Cindi Chronicles: Riding Rides

Author: Neko Niece

Keywords: M g(12), Incest, First, Consensual

Summary: After an epic-long wait, Cindi is finally made a woman.
She is excited and perhaps a bit fearful at what will happen on the 
special	day her dad has planned.


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A Tale from The Cindi Chronicles

Riding Rides
(but not at the Carnival as Mom thought)


   Ok, Here it is, fresh off the printer and the ink is still wet... 
Well,OK, so I am typing this and there is no ink, but damned if my panties
aren't soaked!  So I hope you enjoy.!

   It was June 17th.  I remember it very well as that day (a Saturday)
became my Daddy's and my anniversary.  It was the day I that I would give
him my virginity.

   Where to begin, where to begin...  Well I guess the story really began
just after my first period when I was 12.  That was when Daddy started
telling me that "it" would happen soon.  It was a goal that I had looked
forward to for a very long time, but Daddy would continually tell me that I
wasn't ready to be a woman yet.  Now that I'd had my first period, I was
ready.

   Waiting for for the day to happen was worse than the anticipation build
up for Christmas!!!  At least for Christmas, I had a target date that I
could mark on the calendar.  With this, I only had a vague promise of
"soon".  Truth be told, I think he enjoyed my anxious frustration.

   I know now, in hind-sight and that he was purposely avoiding any sexual
contact with me to build up both our sexual appetites and make our first
time together very special.  Then, I just knew that I ached to feel his
hand again.  I wanted so desperately to feel his tongue and lips on me.  I
would lay awake at night, wanting, hoping he would sneak into my room.  I
rubbed myself raw during those times, but yet, he never came for me.

   Yet, no matter how hard I played or how curious I was, I was always
careful not to rupture myself.  Yes, I knew about my hymen and I knew why
it was there and what would happen the first time I was made love to.  I
knew it would hurt.  And to be honest, I kind of dreaded the pain.  Even
today I am a total wimp when it comes to pain so back then, it really
concerned me.  And yet, the butterflies in my tummy and the burning itch in
my groin were making me do sexual back flips and it drowned out any
residual fear I might have had.

   Through it all, my Dad had it all planned out.  He was, and still is, a
good schemer.  Let me explain.

   On the night of the 16th, as I was giving him a kiss and hug good night,
he reached up under my over sized T-shirt to my panties and stroked my
pussy.  It had been nearly two months since he had touched me there and I
almost came with the first contact of his fingers.  As mom was upstairs
getting things ready for the night, I knew we had a few seconds together
and it felt sooooooo good.  I was rocking against his fingers and I could
feel his erection against my leg.  I wanted him so badly it hurt.

   It startled me when we heard mom coming down the stairs, but he gave me
that grin of his that always managed to put my mind at ease.  He then gave
my soaking pussy a friendly squeeze and whispered in my ear "tomorrow
night." I jumped on his lap and kissed him and hugged him tight before
running off to finish myself off while thinking of what tomorrow may have
in store for me.  I don't know how many times I came that night, but I was
exhausted the next morning.  I hadn't slept a wink, not because of my
masturbation, but because of my anticipation of what was to cum.

   The next morning, I guess mom saw something in my expression because she
asked me if I was feeling OK.  I didn't want her thinking I was sick or
anything, so I forced myself to brighten up.  It wasn't really hard to do
as I was already just about ready to burst something, so I let some of my
enthusiasm out and wolfed down my cereal as I sat watching Saturday morning
cartoons on TV.

   It wasn't long before Dad got up.  I knew for a fact that he and mom
didn't have sex the night before as I had been listening.  I was glad they
didn't.  As he came out into the living room, he flashed me his hard on
under his robe before going out to join mother who was in the kitchen.

   I could hear them talking, so I turned the TV down to eavesdrop.  They
were having a tidbit of an argument.  I hated their rows as they always
depressed me and made me worry.  I loved dad and enjoyed pleasuring him and
him doing me, but I also loved my mom and was always afraid that they would
get a divorce.  The fears of any child, I guess.  An ungrounded one
however, as my parents are still together to this day.

   From what I overheard I found out that there was a small festival going
on downtown and Dad wanted to take me and mom there to have some fun on the
rides.  Well mom hates crowds and so she never liked festivals or fairs,
etc.  Dad knew she would turn him down, he had been counting on it.  As it
turned out, it was mom that suggested that he take me alone and make it a
daddy-daughter day.  So after a few minutes he "relented."

   As for me, I was sort of crestfallen.  I didn't want to go to some
stupid carnival.  I wanted to be fucked.  As far as I was concerned, he had
promised.  So when dad came in to tell me the news, I was in a glum mood
and gave him the "evil eye," of which he just smiled and winked.  It
confused me and made me thing.  It didn't take me long to catch on that the
carnival was a ploy.

   So I hurried to get dressed and brush my teeth and hair.  I put on a
pair of yellow shorts and a white tank-top that showed off my budding
breasts.  It would be another 6-8 months before I really had nubbins to
speak of, and although I didn't know it at the time, I would be almost
totally hairless for another year!  I pulled on a pair of grungy tennis
shoes and waited very impatiently while dad took his time in the shower and
getting ready.  And what made things worse was that mom was giving me this
speech about minding Dad and not wandering off, etc.

   After what seemed like hours, Dad was FINALLY Dad ready to go.

   He gave mom a quick kiss goodbye and told her we'd be back late this
evening.  I was so excited to get moving, but mom caught me by the arm and
pulled me in for a gushy hug and said to remember what she'd told me and
have fun.  Dad asked her once more if she wanted to come along, I swear my
heart stopped beating until she answered no.  She said she would just stay
home and get caught up on some work and watch some TV.

   I bounded into the passenger side of Dad's red ford pickup and waited
for him to casually climb into the cab.  When he did he smiled at me and
squeezed my thigh reassuringly.  I was ready to burst I tell you.

   I wanted him to take me away and make love to me.  Actually I wanted us
to be there already, and I was curious as to where we were headed.  "Where
are we going I asked him as I waved bye to mom.

   "To the carnival of course," he responded.

   "No we ain't," I cried and he looked at me.

   "We're not?" he asked quizzically "Then were are we going?"

   "I don't know," I pouted.  "I just know we're not going to no carnival,"
I told him with a definite tone.  I shrugged my shoulders and sat back
against the seat.  I wasn't sure where we were going.  My mind thought of
people's houses, motels, and even the back of his truck.

   Well, by that time I really didn't know what to think, especially since
we were headed down town - toward the carnival.  And sure enough, Dad
parked nearby.  I didn't know what was going on, but as I reached for the
door handle, he told me to stay and wait for him, so I did.  About 15
minutes later he comes back with a couple of Pepsis, hotdogs, popcorn, two
bags of cotton candy, a large light-green teddy bear and a couple of other
little prizes.

   He smiles at me his winning smile.  "Evidence," he says and I laugh.  I
grab at the cotton candy as Dad gets in.  He sat the teddy bear between us
and as it Was almost noon, we munch out.  Just as we were getting done, he
takes this big god of ketchup and mustard and wipes it on my shirt.  He
laughs at my indignation and reminds me how often I ~don't~ make a mess.  I
had been trying that day bit to get anything on me so it would be perfect!
But he was right.  He always is.

   He started the ignition and I was content to eat popcorn and see were
dad took us.  Soon we were headed out of town and into the country along
the back roads.  By that time, I had caught on where we were going. 
Grandpa used to have a cottage on a small lake.  He died a couple of years
prior and was now empty.  Dad could have sold it for a nice sum, but had
opted to keep it and we used it as a get away for years.

   As we pulled up to the driveway, I was full of anticipation.  I could
feel the hotdogs, popcorn and cotton candy all just sitting in my gut like
a lead weight.  I was jittery and I was even a little bit frightened.  I
had wanted this to happen for such a long time and I couldn't believe that
it was finally coming true.  It was almost surreal.

   Daddy always could read me just like a book, though I've gotten better
at hiding my emotions, even from him.  "Are you feeling ok?" he asked me.

   I looked at him and I swear my heart started Going "BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM"
thick and heavy.  I was in love with him and I would do anything to make
him and me happy.  I nodded yes and smiled.

   "Good then," he said to me and got out of the truck.  I opened the door
to climb out, but he was already at my side offering me his hand.  Feeling
utterly special, I smiled at him and took his and climbed down.  I took a
moment to look out at the beautiful lake, with the sun shining on the
water, trying quite successfully to etch the picture into my mind's eye. 
It's funny how when the important events in your life, you can remember all
the little details like the smell of damp earth and how good the sun felt
on my skin and even the coolness of the shade and the gentle breeze that
seemed to come off the lake's edge!

   Daddy called to me from the door baking my trance.  He held the screen
door open as he unlocked the heavy oak door.  I ran quickly to him just as
the door whuffed open.  Inside, everything was just how I remembered
leaving it the last time we were there in the spring.  It smelled a bit
musty, but it was a comforting smell.  One I knew and trusted from visits
and vacations here.

   Dad closed the doors and stepped up behind me and I could feel his
hardness at the small of my back.  He started gently rubbing at my
shoulders and it felt really good.  He always knew exactly the right thing
to make mer feel at ease.  After a couple of minutes his hands wandered
away from my shoulders and down my chest to my little nubs of beginning
breasts.  My nipples were so sensitive at that time that my nipples were
rock hard and almost hurt.  But it was good kinda hurt.  The kind that went
straight to my loins.

   A couple of seconds of that and I had to pull away from him for my own
sanity.  I looked at him a bit questionably as I didn't know where we
should do "it".  It was funny.  After all the asking and pleading, for some
reason now that we were there, I had trouble finding my voice.  I hoped he
would just understand what I meant.  And he did.

   Smiling he reached out and took my hand.  "Come on," he whispered.  He
led me to the hot-tub on the enclosed inner deck.  It used to be the deck
until Grandma and Grandpa had the hot tub installed.  They then had the
deck enclosed and insulated and a new deck built.

   I was surprised to see that the hot tub was filled with water already. I
was about to register this shock to Dad, but he shushed me with his knowing
smile and hit the heater and water jets.  "Get in," he told me.  "I'll be
right back."

   So after he left I shucked my shirt and tossed it to a far corner.  I
kicked off my shoes and peeled off my shorts and panties in one big lump
and tossed them to join my shirt.  I tested the water with my toes, but it
was still a bit cool.  In the meanwhile, I went and opened up the windows
Grandma still wanted the feel of being outside, so the compromise had been
these huge insulated windows that could be cranked open.

   They opened easily and I enjoyed the feeling of the fresh air on my
naked body.  By that time, Dad had come back.  He was naked already too and
sporting his huge boner.  I shivered seeing it and knew it would soon be
inside me, but NOT SOON ENOUGH!  I felt like I was leaking all over.  I was
ready for it, I knew it!

   In his arms he carried a couple of towels two long stemmed glasses and a
Dark bottle.  "You're not in yet," he mockingly accused.

   "Neither are you!" I shot back with a double meaning.  I smiled
mischievously.  "It was still a bit cold," I informed him.  I was newly
excited as I recognized the bottle as wine, and was hoping that it meant my
first glass of wine as well.  Mom and Dad drank wine occasionally for
supper, especially when friends came over, but they'd never let me have
more than a quick sip.It boded well for my case as Dad had TWO glasses in
his hand!

   He set the towels down on the plastic lounge chairs and took the bottle
and the two glasses and stepped in and sat down.  I watched as his penis
disappeared beneath the churning water.  "Feels fine now," he told me as he
motioned for me to come sit by him.  So I too climbed in.  The water was
starting to get warm, but it still felt like ice on my over heated pussy! I
didn't know how he could have stood it without even flinching.

   I snuggled up to him and he put his arm around me.  I laid my head on
his chest and felt as well as heard his comforting heart beat. 
Instinctively, my hand went down to find his hard cock.  I had started
jacking him, but he maneuvered away from my hand "There will be time for
that later, young lady," he said.  "First, we both needed to relax."

   I smiled up at him.  "Ok" I told him, perfectly content to let him
dictate the day's events.

   I moved away from him a bit and dunked my head.  I've always been one
that if I'm wet, I need to be all the way wet or it just feels too weird.
While I was doing this, Daddy was pouring the wine.  I don't know what kind
it was, as at that time I just figured they were all the same except for
the color!  This one was a deep burgundy color.  Blush probably.

   He handed me the glass.  It was only half full, but who was I to argue?
I took it reverently and snuggled up to him again, taking my first sip and
it tasted sooooo good.  In fact, in all the wines I've had since then, I've
never gotten close to the taste of the wine that day.  I settled back into
his arms and let the water rush over me and I could feel my body go limp.
It felt so good just to be there.  For a while I even forgot why we were at
the cottage in the first place.

   That is until he started caressing my shoulder and kissing me on the
neck.  I'd drunk my entire half-glass of wine by then and he was adamant
that I couldn't have more.  It was probably a good thing too, because
looking back, I can say I was at the very least, tipsy.

   All of a sudden I started feeling HOT and needed to get out of the tub.
"I need to get out," I said as I started to climb out, but my legs gave way
and I ended up being caught by Daddy who picked me up and carried me out.
The cool air felt icy and my nipples perked right up.

   "Are you all right?" he asked.

   I just smiled at him.  "Yeah," I said as I started laughing giddily. 
Boy I was out of it!  I don't think I was bombed drunk or anything, just a
really good buzz

   Daddy carried me into Grandpa's old room and for a second I could have
sworn that he was there too and it sent shivers down my spine.  Daddy felt
me shudder.  "Cold?" he asked.

   I put my arms around his neck and said "yes."

   "You won't be for long," he replied as he set me gently on the bed and
gave me the longest and best kiss I have EVER gotten.

   I suppose it was the magic of that day that made everything so "special"
or perhaps it my my memory building upon it.  I don't really know, nor do I
care.  All I know is that everything had been perfect.

   Daddy pressed himself on me and I could feel every hair on his chest and
his skin was fire on my own.  His dick was pressing madingly into my leg
and I was so incredibly horny that I kissed him again.  Each time he kissed
me it drove me wild.  The feel of his tongue in my mouth and mine in his,
dancing and swirling - together...

   At last, he broke our passionate kissing and kissed me lightly on the
nose.  The next kiss was on my chin,and I knew what was next because it was
the routine he always did before he went down on me.  My pussy spasmed in
want and anticipation and I was busily rubbing it against him where ever I
could come into contact with him.

   His kisses trailed down to my breasts and I was so fucking ready to cum.
Usually I like him playing with my nipples with his tongue and sucking them
into his mouth.  This time however, I couldn't wait and I pushed his head
lower and lower and I was just about bouncing off the bed in desire by the
time he got to my belly button.

   Inch by tantalizing inch he went lower, until he finally got down to my
pussy.  I am sure he knew what a frantic state I was in because he didn't
bother teasing me like he usually did, but went straight for my clit.  And
at the first touch of his tongue on that little button, I was off like a
damned rocket.  I pushed my pussy up into his face, grabbed ahold of his
hair and squeezed his head between my thighs as I got off on one of the
most excruciating climaxes I have ever felt.

   Once I calmed down enough to see straight, there was Dad smiling warmly.
"You all right now?" he asked me with that knowing grin and I nodded
blankly.  "Should I continue?" he asked again.

   As an answer I sat up and kissed him again.  I didn't think until after
that he had just had his tongue in me and I then had it in my mouth.  up
until then it kinda turned me off, but later that night as I got to
thinking....  and that leads to a whole 'nother story!!!!!!!!!!

   He gently broke our kiss and laid me back down and I was in for a nice
long tongue bath.  I wish I could give you a detail of every little stroke
of his marvelous tongue, but it seems to all run together, with little
snatches of memories of cum after cum and me gripping the bedspreads and
his fingers gently prodding my pussy.  It all just felt so wonderful.

   Finally, after what I cannot figure out, even in my own memory - if it
was a long time or a short time - he stopped after my last cum.  I lay
there breathing hard.  I had my eyes closed and was just enjoying being
alive.  My body was all electric and I could feel everything from Daddy's
warm soft presence to the damn material of the bedspread.  I had never felt
so alive!

   I couldn't imagine anything feeling any better, but I was wrong!  Daddy
started by crawling up to me and spent a tad bit on my neglected nipples,
making me jump with exhausted energy.  He then moved up to kiss me on the
mouth again and I wrapped my arms around his neck.  I pulled him closer,
forgetting again where tongue was just at.

   Sitting up on his knees, Daddy maneuvered himself so that he was between
my legs and I was spread ever so wide.  I watched him as he picked up a
tube of Vaseline that he must have had laying on the bed somewhere, but I
hadn't noticed.  He rubbed the Vaseline all over his cock so that it
glistened and I couldn't help but smile seeing it all shiny.  Next he put a
nice glob on his fingers and spread it on my pussy, concentrating on my
soon to be bigger, hole.  It was a bit of a shock, that first cold
application, but soon he had me rocking back and forth on his fingers, but
he stopped just short of sending me over the edge yet again.

   He then lifted me by the waist and pulled me closer to him so that his
dick slid up against and wedged ever so hotly against my pussy lips. 
Pushing a pillow under me, he settled me back down.  He edged himself
closer and started to run his cock head around on my lips and gently wedged
in in between my puffy folds, then back out and around my clit and over my
lips and back in.  He repeated the cycle till I was practically thrusting
my pussy at him every time it got near my entrance.  I'm sure he was having
more than just a little fun at my poor expense.

   At last he settled himself at my hole and pushed in just a little bit,
and it felt so fucking HUGE!  Already it was hurting as it stretched
against me, gaining even that little bit of an entrance.  I was watching
him as he looked at me.  In fact, I was watching every little detail as I
didn't want to miss a damned thing.  I'd waited too long to have my eyes
shut now and I STILL Like watching it go in!

   His silent look asked if I was ready.  I knew what he meant and I
nodded. I knew it would hurt as Daddy and I talked about it.  Quite a bit
actually.  And though I had convinced myself I was ready, I also felt the
first rise of panic in me.  Then I couldn't think anymore because he sort
of just dropped on me and fire spread through my groin and my vision kind
of went dark for a second except for these little white explosions.  I
screamed.  It was something I promised myself I wouldn't do, but I couldn't
help it.  Damned if it didn't hurt like a bitch.  Dad hovered over me
caressing my hair.  "Cindi?" he asked.  "You ok?"

   I managed to snuffle out with a nod.  "Yeah...  But it hurt really bad."


   "Should we stop?" He asked me.  I could read th concern in his eyes.  He
was still half inside me but hadn't moved a muscle.

   "No," I said rather softly.  "Just...  Just don't move." He nodded and
we laid there with him on top of me while I did my best not to whimper into
his shoulder.

   I've asked him since, what it felt like for him.  He told me that if it
wasn't for the knowledge that he had hurt me, it would have been a
fantastic experience.  And through it all, it had been extremely difficult
for him not to pump the hell out of me.

   After a little while the pain seemed to dull.  Perhaps I had grown
accustomed to it, it just numbed due to the alcohol and endorphins roaming
around in my veins.  Either way, I was becoming increasingly aware of
feeling of his fullness inside me.  I began tentatively making small
movements with my hips and when more pain didn't rip through me, my
movements got bolder.  Daddy picked up on my moving and before long we had
a nice steady rhythm going.  It's amazing isn't it?  How the body just
naturally knows exactly how to move?  There are no brochures on how to do
it, and if someone tried to explain how to rotate your hips I would have
looked at them as if they were dumb.  Yet here we were, my first time and
after the first few awkward gyrations, we were moving in perfect sync.

   I was quite frantically thrusting my pussy up and down his thick cock
and I remember watching it between us, disappearing so magically inside my
still hairless pussy.  My orgasm hit me fairly soon and I felt like I
wrapped my whole body around him and shook as the pounding waves exploded
from my core.

   God....  When it was over, I relaxed back down on the bed, looking up at
him dreamily.  Daddy was still thrusting himself into me and I could feel
myself beginning that familiar road toward yet another orgasm.  Then all of
a sudden he pushed deep inside me, and I felt him pulse against my cervix
as I was flooded with a completely new and wonderful warm gushing
sensation. I knew he was cumming and I could feel his dick throb with every
jet of his sperm deep inside me.  It felt fantastic!

   When he was done, he kissed me on the lips and sort of let himself fall
to my side, with his arm still around me.  I remember how "void" it felt
inside me as he slipped out.  It was if though something were missing, and
there was - him!

   Laying there beside him, I felt so happy!  But then I realized, too
late, just what he had done by cummming inside me.  I turned to him with my
fears.  "Dad!  You came in me," I said.  My emotions were completely
screwed up and I was on the verge of tears.  I was only 12, but I wasn't
stupid.  I knew how babies were made.

   He just smiled at me and explained to me a little further.  "Oh Cindi,"
he said my name soothingly as he stroked the hair from my sweaty forehead.
"Don't worry.  You finished your period three days ago.  A woman doesn't
ovulate right away.  You're not fertile right now."

   "Does that mean I won't get pregnant?" I asked.  I wanted to trust him
and I did.  Still I had to ask.

   "This form of birth control IS rather risky," he admitted.  "But no, you
shouldn't become pregnant from what we did today.  But, in the future,
we'll use condoms.  I just wanted your first time to be special." He leaned
over to kiss my cheek.

   I beamed at him and hugged him tightly before settling down.  I could
still feel his stuff inside me, slowly leaking out.  It was an odd
sensation, but I didn't dislike it.  How could I dislike anything of his? I
snuggled myself closer to him, trusting in him that he knew all the
answers. He was my dad and he could do EVERYTHING!

   I fell asleep in his arms that day.  He was so warm and so safe.  I
awoke later to him caressing my tummy with his fingers.  "Morning
sleepyhead," he said to me.  He was lying on his side next to me with his
hand supporting his head.

   "How long was I asleep?" I asked as I wiped my eye with the back of my
hand.  I still felt a bit uncomfortable down there, but also very
satisfied.

   "Only about a half an hour," he told me as he caressed my nipple,
sending an acute shiver through my body.

   I stretched lazily and I could feel the sliminess of the Vaseline and
his cum around my thighs as I shifted my legs, as well as the stretched
skin feeling of his dried cum on my side and back from when we cuddled.  My
laziness was about to be cut short however.

   "We had better get cleaned up and head back home," announced.  My heart
fell but I didn't have time to mull it over as he immediately picked me up.
I put my arm around his neck and he carried me back to the still warm water
of the hot tub.  He set me down and I crawled in.

   At first, the warm water made my tender pussy throb with forgotten
soreness, but very soon it relaxed the muscles and the throbbing subsided.
The warm water felt good and I put my head back and just let my body go
limp.  I was effectively floating pretty much on my back, the bubbles
cascading around my body.  Dad climbed in next to me and pulled me over to
him and he proceeded to gently caress away the afternoon's mess.  I let him
and enjoyed his gentle touch.

   "Does it hurt?" he asked and I forced myself back down to sit instead of
floating.

   "No," I told him, shaking my head with a sweet smile.  I lied.  It still
did hurt.  Not much, but it was definitely sore.

   "Can we still go to the Carnival for a while?" I asked to change the
subject.  I mean, after all, I WAS still a kid, and carnivals were fun.

   Daddy didn't seem to go for the idea.  "I don't know Cin," he sad with a
slight frown.  "We really should go home so Mom wouldn't worry."

   But I had long ago learned that you can make a man do practically
anything if you give him the right..."motives." And I had just recently
acquired a new weapon in that arsenal.

   "Please?" I asked putting on my biggest puppy-dog face I could muster
and when that didn't work, I climbed onto his lap, put my arms around him
and asked again staring into his eyes.

   Still he said no, but I could feel something else stirring, so I reached
down and stroked it to full hardness.  I asked once more as I positioned
him just inside my battered pussy lips.  He closed his eyes as I sank
slowly down onto him and it was a good thing too, cause I know I must have
been cringing.  It felt good, but damn, my pussy was just not used to it
and it was still raw from the first time!

   When he was all the way inside me I asked him once more and he opened
his eyes and kissed me hard and said OK.  I was happy and soon we were
rocking back and forth as he and I built up our orgasms.  I reached mine
first and pushed myself down hard onto him and shuddered as it hit me.  My
tight pussy orgasming around his dick was too much for him and he delivered
another load of his semen into me.  The second load of what would become
many many times over the years.

   He held me for a while and I was somewhat amazed at the feeling of his
dick as it shrank inside me.  I could actually feel it as it lost it's
hardness and inched it's way out.  I am still rather fond of that sensation
to this day.  Too early by my standards, we got out and dad dried me with
the fluffy white towel that he had brought earlier.  Of course, he paid
special attention to my bits, as he called them.

   He was gentle though, and for that I was glad.  We got dressed in
between spontaneous hugs, passionate kisses and copping feels.  Dad let out
the water, got rid of any evidence anyone had ever been there, and we were
on our way.  I admit, I wanted to talk with him about what happened and
when and how it would happen again, but when we got on the road, I was fast
asleep and didn't wake up till we got to the carnival.

   By this time it around dinner time, so Daddy treated us to some carny
pizza and pop before hitting the rides.  All total, we were probably only
there for about an hour, but it was still fun

   When we got home, Mom was a bit annoyed about us being so late, but not
too badly.  "How were the rides?" she asked.

   "Great!" Sounded ecstatic and I was.  "I liked the big ride the best," I
said crypticly.  "I even went on it twice." I smiled at Daddy at this
impromptu private joke.

   "Just twice?" Mom asked.  "What ride was it?"

   Poor Daddy looked almost frightened.  As if I would ever give him away!
I just said, "oh you know, that one that you go up and down on...  I forget
the name." Mom looked puzzled but let it drop and dad was practically
sweating!

   Quickly, I changed the subject.  "Man, I'm starving," I exclaimed as I
rubbed a hand over my belly.  "Is there anything to eat?"

   My Mother nodded as she got up.  "I'll get you something.  Why don't you
run upstairs and clean up." Daddy gave me a look of relief that had me
giggling as I climbed the stairs.

   Later that night I had listened to see if they had sex that night.  I
was glad they didn't.  As I lay there in bed, the peaceful quiet helped me
remember the days events.  I couldn't help myself and my hand found it's
own way down beneath my panties and I gently caressed myself to another
orgasm before falling asleep.

"The day is done and the hour won, but now is the time for sleep" 
-- Cindi 




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