   Pedo. Incest.
   
   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and completely imaginary. Reality can never be this good. In prison, child molesters are used as human toilets.
   
   
   Soon it was almost every day that Dana would pull my penis out and rub me until I got hard, and then run for the lotion and a towel. She got really good at it. I would be lying if I said I didn't like it. I could lay back, close my eyes, and relax. I could concentrate purely on the sensations that ran up and down my shaft. The surprise and expectations of hand motions that were not my own intensified the desire and the ecstasy. My back would arch and my fists would clench. She would hold my balls and learned that the final tightening of my balls, and a certain deep spasm, indicated I was about to erupt. 
   She was a fast learner and experimented freely. She learned to catch the sperm and wipe up the mess while I lay collapsed, spent, and glowing with pleasure. 
   Dana loved it because it was a gift that she could give me that was very special. It was something she could do better to me than I could to myself. It made her proud when she figured out how to do it even better. I never told her how to do it or what was better or worse. That would have been like asking for the gift, or encouraging her to do it. Instead, she watched and felt my body, and listened to my breathing, and my grunts and groans. 
   I knew it was wrong, but I didn't know what to do about it. There wasn't anything sexual between us; it was just like a good backrub. It brought us even closer together.
   This went on for a year, and sometimes twice a day. Dana was almost six and had to start kindergarten. I hadn't pre-schooled her because I could spend so much time with her. Dana could already read her children's books and do subtraction and addition on paper. She would have to get up a little earlier, but she would probably be ok now with less sleep. Not much changed because I had always sent her out to play in the morning. Now she went out with the other kids to the bus. The few hours we lost together she would make up for by telling me everything that happened in school. She still wanted to give me my gift almost every evening.
   We had continued to shower together, even though I could no longer pick Dana up and scrub her down at the same time. I usually knelt as we washed each other in our shower. I really enjoyed rubbing her all over in a loving, non-sexual way. After all this time I was still fascinated with her tiny, slender hands. We had let her hair grow long, down to the middle of her back. She really needed someone to help her shampoo and condition it. I have always loved long hair, especially brushing it out, after the shower.  
   One evening we were showering and I noticed Dana leaning forward as I ran my hands between her legs, spreading the soap suds. She unconsciously pressed her hairless pussy against my hand. I made a quick mental note to be more careful in the future to avoid rubbing her there directly. She would eventually find her own pleasure between her legs, but I did not need to show her too soon.
   Six months later we were having our evening shower, when I noticed Dana was soaping between her legs where she felt I hadn't done a good enough job. She was taking longer than usual. The next evening, as she read one of her books to me, she was idly rubbing her Venus mound through her underwear. I don't think she realized what she was doing, or what it meant. But I knew that soon she was going to at least partially sexually awaken. 
   Once again, as a single father, I had no idea what I was doing or what to do. I think that normally a girl gradually finds more and more pleasure in that area, but hides it from everyone, and thinks that what she is doing is wrong. I didn't want Dana to feel wrong about anything natural, or hide anything from me. But, I also didn't want to encourage her or speed up the process. I guess the best thing would be what most parents do, and ignore it until it becomes an issue.
   Dana's physical and emotional feelings slowly progressed. She was eight years old when it became an issue. I was lying in bed, Dana had just given me her gift, and I was still in the glow while she wiped her hands.  
   "My pee-pee itches." 
   "Oh?" I was concerned. It could be an infection.
   "Well it doesn't exactly itch, but it feels good when I touch it."
   I was trapped. If I ignored her or treated her badly, it would change her for the rest of her life. I had trouble lying to my daughter. I smiled at her. "That's normal princess, everybody gets that feeling."
   "You do too?" 
   I had to smile at her innocence. "Yes, all the time."
   "You like to touch yourself?" "Oh" she gasped as she looked down at my limp penis that was now all shiny from the lotion. I knew she made the connection. "Is that why you rub your penis?"
   I wasn't smiling and I tried to be sincere. "Yes."
   "And its ok?"
   "It's natural. Everybody does it."
   "Can I do it?" She got a little excited.
   "Right now? Normally you would do it when you are alone." A frightened or doubtful look crossed her face. 
   I continued, "But, I guess we are kind of special. Do you want me to leave you alone?"
   "No." she whined. "Will you help me?"
   Oh crap, I hadn't thought that would happen. I kind of knew she didn't want me to leave, but I couldn't show her stuff or do anything to her. "Let me just watch for right now. Just do what feels nice, and don't worry."
   "Ok" She nodded, then she looked at me to tell her what to do. 
   "Alright," I said, trying to be reassuring. "Take off your underwear and lean back against me." I sat up and scooted back to the pillows and headboard. She took off her underwear and T-shirt. She then crawled over and sat next to me and I wrapped my arm behind her and cradled her between my arm and chest. This was the way we usually sat when we read books. 
   "Spread your legs princess." She spread wide laying one leg across mine. I didn't know if she was old enough for her pussy to make any juice, so I reached for the bottle of lotion. 
   "Here, put some of this on your pee-pee. Now just rub it in." 
   I looked down over her naked body. Before this moment she had always just been unclothed. Now she was naked. My little Eve in the Garden of Eden was about to become mortal. Despite all the wrong stuff we had done, this was the first thing she had ever done for a sexual reason. She was going to experience a form of sex for the first time and I was deeply honored to be witness to it. 
   I looked down and could see Dana's hand move, but not her fingers. Her breathing deepened and her body began to tense. Her hand motions quickened. I rested my cheek on her head and very gently massaged her side to reassure her. Her lithe muscled body was becoming a solid spring. This went on for over five minutes. Her breathing was becoming more ragged. Then she gasped and stopped breathing. Her tiny body jerked and her hand froze. She then sucked in a full breath of air and began to pant regularly. I don't know if she had an orgasm, or just came close to one, or even if she could even have an orgasm. 
   "Umm", she murmured in satisfaction. 
   "I think that was nice." I said.
   "That was really, really nice." She agreed in a relaxed voice.
   I didn't want to see my little angel grow up so fast, but now that she had tasted the forbidden fruit, I knew she would be hooked. 
   "You're hard again." She exclaimed. 
   I looked down at my throbbing member near her outstretched leg. At some level in my mind I knew that I had become rock hard, I just hadn't paid attention. Dana reached across to grab it firmly with her lotion covered hand. It was her hand that had just played with her own pussy that was spreading the same lotion on my hard-on. My cock knew this and leaped furiously in her hand. I hadn't meant to get turned on by my daughter's actions, and I hadn't realized that I had. But, now that I was aware of my state I realized just how turned on I was. With just a few of Dana's expert strokes, I was about to cum. And I came hard. 
   I don't think Dana made the connection between her masturbation and mine, but she soon would. If not, nature would someday make her body react to mine. This tore fiercely at my mind. One part of me knew that it was only natural for my body to react to any female doing something sexual. The other part of me knew that it was my daughter, who was supremely precious to me. For the thousandth time as a father I had no idea what to do. I wasn't a child lover, and I couldn't accept that my own daughter would turn me on. Any female bringing herself to orgasm would turn me on, but not my daughter. I just couldn't be. 
   I had a lot of trouble getting to sleep that night. The next morning I poured milk into the coffee pot and put a metal bowl into the microwave. My brain was not functioning. Dana and I had to stop. Our special love and sharing had led us down the wrong path. Everything that we did, and had become, had to stop. Me getting turned on by Dana, or Dana getting turned on by me, was unacceptable. 
   I couldn't do anything right that day. When Dana came home from school she saw my mood and left me alone. She probably thought I was stressed out by work or adult stuff. At dinner I could hardly talk to her. I could tell she was starting to get worried. I couldn't tell her what I was thinking. She was innocent. I had never been turned on by her before, but then she had never done anything actually sexual before. I stared into my mashed potatoes as I followed this thought. Dana had gotten me hard and masturbated me dozens of times, but I had never gotten hard just thinking about her. The night before, I had been turned on by Dana doing something sexual, but I had never been turned on by Dana before. I must have been turned on by the sexuality, not by my daughter. I could accept that. It was the act and not my daughter that my body wanted.
   Dana had stopped eating too. I smiled genuinely at her and began to eat with a passion. She cheered up. Everything would be ok.
   That night we watched TV, read a chapter, and then took our shower together. Dana rubbed herself freely between her legs as I washed her back. I was relieved that my dick didn't get hard. When she had to steady herself against the wall with one hand because the pleasure was making her unsteady, I felt a strong urge stir in my balls. That was ok. It wasn't because of Dana; it was just the sexual act she was performing. She couldn't go any further without falling down, so we finished our shower like normal, and I dried her off. 
   I had planned that when we went to bed, that Dana would play with herself first, and when my natural hard-on occurred, she could give me her gift. When we crawled into bed, I asked her if she wanted to play with herself again. She said no. I was surprised. I couldn't tell her to. I asked if she was sure and she said she wanted to help me first. We playfully argued for a few minutes, but I wouldn't tell her what to do. I lay back and she masterfully brought me, gasping and clenching my jaw, to orgasm after almost fifteen minutes. 
   As I lay there relaxing, Dana said, "I want you to help me."
   "Help you what?"
   "Help me like I help you."
   "I can't do that." This was a completely different problem. I wasn't prepared for this. The desperate panic was building in me.
   "But, I help you." She said quietly.
   Guilt; my child was now a master of manipulation and guilt. Those soft brown eyes looked into mine, not accusing, just pleading. 
   "I can watch and show you." I pleaded. 
   I knew that she was right and she had won the argument before she started. Now she put the finishing touch on her victory. She hung her head and pouted.
   "Ok," I grumbled, "what do I have to do?" I tried my best to sound reluctant and unhappy.
   Her head popped up with a smile and in two seconds she was naked and in my lap.
   "Get the lotion." She said in her most authoritative voice. "Now you have to rub it on me." Fair was fair.
   She lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide, her hairless pussy seemed to push up at my face. I had seen between her legs a hundred times before, when she was a baby and I changed her diapers. Since then I had never had cause to look up into her slit. Now the white rose was open before me and the pink insides exposed. I looked down for a second and lost myself. She had spread her milky white thighs before me. Her legs were so far apart that the lips had parted half an inch to form a pink line and reveal details within. Her inner lips were just a small crease of skin on either side. The little hood over her clitoris was a pale white nub near the top. The pink deepened in color further down until it reached a thin line that might be the entrance to her vagina. After a moment I realized that I was staring and looked up into my daughters face. She had a worried, uncomfortable look. I tried to speak as my voice broke, and I croaked out, "The most beautiful thing I've ever seen." 
   Dana absolutely beamed a radiant smile at me. My dick was throbbing painfully and almost in the way, as I leaned forward to touch her flawless skin. I reached to her thighs halfway up from her knees and grasped firmly. Gently I began to knead her strong wiry muscles, trying to relax her. It worked and she quietly hummed her pleasure. I began to work my way upward and her breathing became more harsh and faster. 
   Very gently my thumbs brushed the soft curve between her pussy and her thigh. Dana's back arched slightly and her head fell back as she groaned. She sounded so adult-like, I couldn't believe it. Maybe I was going too far and too fast. If I stopped now, Dana would not understand. Besides, I didn't want to stop. I was hungry for the sexual high and would remember this moment for the rest of my life. So would she. 
   I cupped my left hand of her mons pubis, her mound of Venus, and massaged with my palm. With my right hand I squirted some lotion onto my fingers. I moved my massaging hand up onto her lower tummy and then ran one lotion covered finger up the length of her crack spreading it thoroughly. She screamed in shock and surprise. I froze. 
   "Oh my God!" She screeched
   "Are you ok?"
   "Oh my God, that was incredible. Do it some more."
   I had to smile, "That was only the beginning."
   "Oh my God." I guess this was her new favorite phrase.
   I started to make small circles with my finger in the soft skin above her anus. I had to hold her pelvis down with my other hand to hold her still and keep her from squirming. She made incredible noises. She was so uninhibited. My finger wandered up the sides inside her lips and circled her vaginal hole. She began to shiver and shake. I didn't know if this was her orgasm, but I didn't think she could take much more. Her whimpers sounded too much like crying and I had to stop; but slowly. I traced back down, moving my finger slower. I released my hand pressing down below her belly and began rubbing it all over her stomach. I looked up into her face and there were tears coming from her eyes. 
   She whispered, "That was so wonderful. Thank you."
   If I was sent to prison for what I had done, there would still be a smile on my face. I felt so wonderful right then, I didn't regret anything. I forgot about my own needs and we snuggled up and cuddled as she quickly fell asleep.
   After the first couple of times I noticed just how wet she became in anticipation. Sometimes I didn't even need the lotion. We could be sitting down to dinner, and she would wiggle her ass just so, and I could reach across and down, and tickle and rub her between her legs till she wept and sobbed in ecstasy.
