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Archive-title: Daughter


When Saturday morning arrived, Kathy got after me to help her. "Uh
oh," I thought to myself. "More screens to put up or dog shit to
be cleaned off the lawn."

"Okay, honey," I reluctantly agreed, "what is it this time? If it's
about that screen on the kitchen window I already told you that I
was going to ---"

"No, no," she interrupted. "I've already given up on that. All I
want you to do is stay home with Bridget while I take Becky to the
dentist. I let Bridget stay up too late last night watching
television and she's sleeping like a log. I couldn't even wake her
up to get her dressed and take her with me. You know what a
deadhead she is! Think you can do that for me?"

Could I ever! "Yeah, sure," I said, forcing myself not to reveal
how glad I was, "I'll stick around. How long'll you be gone? Going
anywhere else?"

She told me she simply must get her hair done, and that she would
be unable to get home before four or so.

"It isn't that Bridget isn't old enough to be home by herself,"
Kathy explained. "It's just that I hate for her to be alone when
Becky and I are downtown. If she'd been awake she'd have wanted to
go with us. She'll feel left out."

I assured her I would stay home until she got back. 

"And don't guzzle all the beer we've got left while I'm gone," she
reminded me as they went out the door.

After I was sure Kathy was well out of earshot, I carefully enun-
ciated two words in her direction: "Fuck you." But it disturbed me
a bit to realize, even as I was speaking, that I would never say
anything like it to her face.

Like a flash, without bothering even to change out of my pajamas,
I dashed to the girls' room. There she was, deeply asleep just as
Kathy had said. Bridget was lying on her right side, back to the
wall, with her coltish limbs thrown out every which way. The covers
were in a turmoil and her long blonde hair was strewn all over the
pillow. As I looked on, her chest rose and fell with the healthy
regularity of a young animal.

Too bad I couldn't see her tits. The quilt happened to be placed
so that it strategically shielded them from my view, however, and
all I could detect was their amorphous but delectable presence
underneath. But I was luckier with certain other parts of her
youthful anatomy.

One long leg was entirely exposed, being covered only at the very
top of her slender thigh. A few more inches and I would have been
treated to a choice shot of her crotch. I wondered if she was
wearing panties. How did my stepdaughters sleep, anyway? I couldn't
remember. Another portion of her body left pleasingly and sensually
bare was the beginning of the curve of the left cheek of her hard
young ass. My eyes lingered long and thoughtfully there, and were
only dislodged by an unexpected movement she suddenly made.

I stepped quickly back and started to leave the room until I re-
alized it was nothing more than a random shifting of position. She
was still deeply and gloriously asleep, I noted with a sigh of
relief. I walked closer, this time to the very edge of the bed. Her
pretty face, fresh and rosy without the slightest trace of make-up,
lay softly against the clean white pillow. Her mouth was parted
loosely, displaying the perfect brightness of her teeth, and her
lips --- precociously full and slightly moist --- pouted over some
unknowable dream that may have been passing through her mind. 

"Geez," I thought, gazing down at her lovely young form. "How the
hell I managed to pretend this kid doesn't turn me on for all these
years is more than I can understand. She's a regular little doll
if there ever was one!"

Testing her, I slowly lowered myself to the bed and sat beside her.
No reaction. I sat heavily with all my weight, even bouncing a
couple of times. Her only motion was the natural swaying of her
body caused by the movement of the bed. In a quiet voice I said,
"Honey, you awake? Wake up now." Still nothing.

With anticipation nervously mounting, I swung my feet from my
slippers and lay beside her. My weight caused her body to slide
slightly toward me, but still no sign of wakefulness from the
sleeping youngster. The slight movement caused her legs to fall
open a trifle, making her unconscious pose even more sensual and
suggestive than before, but she evidently remained sound asleep.
I raised trembling fingers to her half-covered form and started to
touch her. Would this wake her up?

Talking to her and moving the bed was one thing, but to actually
come in contact with her body --- that was quite another. Dare I
attempt so bold a thing? Shit, what if she woke up! What could I
say? "Excuse me, I was just looking for my golf shoes?" Hardly. Oh,
I could simply tell her to shut up and go back to sleep, to forget
it. After all, I was her stepfather. But I knew damned well if I
did anything too weird, word would get back to her mother.

I couldn't stand to be that close to such tempting flesh without
at least a touch. Gingerly, my hand moved over her body, still
uncertain where I should try touching her. It was like a hawk,
dipping her and there over the surface below without ever quite
touching down.

I'd try it somewhere through the quilt. That seemed less dangerous
than allowing myself to touch her bare skin. At last I dropped my
fingertips to the curve of her waist, just below her ribs. I traced
it up and down the long contour of her side from her hip to nearly
under her arm. She kept breathing with perfect regularity, her eyes
tightly closed.

"Sonofabitch," I thought, "it's giving me a charge just to feel her
through the quilt...wish to hell I had guts enough to get under the
covers and really get into it."

I lay on my left side, facing her, me in my unbuttoned pajamas and
she partially covered by the quilt. I supported myself on my left
elbow and used my right hand to perform my exciting explorations.
I kept increasing the pressure of my fingers 'til I was rubbing her
side. Now I could feel the delicately articulated bones of her
individual ribs, as well as the firm rise of her hip and the erotic
swell of firm flesh just below her arm.

My cock crept out of my pajamas and extended onto the sheet. With
a surge of excitement I realized I had a good chance to really do
something worthwhile with the kid. Shit, if only I could manage to
strip the quilt all the way off without waking her up, I'd even
settle for that. It would be enough just to see all of her at once,
even if I didn't get to lay a hand on her naked body. I could enjoy
lying there by her and gazing at her while I jerked myself off,
that was for certain.

But with any luck, maybe I could do even more! My cock was all the
way stiff now, and as I considered the wonderful possibilities
confronting me it began to throb. I extended the movement of my
hand to the round curve of her ass, the still-covered cheek of it,
and its solid firmness sent a chill of delight through my excited
body.

Just as I was extending my hand toward her armpit again, she sud-
denly moved! I jerked my hand away and was half off the bed before
I realized it had only been a sleepy shifting of position. She was
still out. I wiped my face of sweat and lay down again beside her.
Her movement had opened up new vistas of delight and I couldn't
wait to get my hands on her.

Now she lay more on her back than on her side, one slim knee up in
the air and the upper part of her chest exposed well below the
collar bone. Shit! A few more inches and I could see, finally, the
naked loveliness of one of those sweet little titties that poked
up so impertinently from beneath the quilt.

I was getting so excited now that I was bolder. "Damn it, I can't
stand this any longer. I'm gonna at least get her naked so I can
get an eyeful!"

Impetuously I jerked the quilt off her entire upper body. The
girl's pretty little titties lay naked and soft before me, per-
fectly formed and each about the size of a small lemon. The skin
was rosy pink, the color anyone with such blonde hair and pure blue
eyes would have to have, I thought. Only the pert nipples that
crowned their tips differed slightly in shade, and these were a
deep, livid pink that emphasized their pointy shape.

I felt like crying, they were so nice to look at. It was all I
could do to keep from covering the succulent buds with my mouth
and, slobbering like a madman perhaps, lick and suck them 'til
either she awoke or I went insane from lust. I moved toward her now
with a growing need to lay my eager hands on the nakedness of her
virginal flesh. Her lips lay half open, still pouting like a
spoiled young aristocrat.

Then suddenly there was the crunch of gravel in the driveway and
before I could believe what was happening, Becky had dashed from
the car and into the house. She was already as far as the inner
hall before I managed to leap off the bed and stand trembling in
the doorway. She was between me and the master bedroom, and here
I was in the same room with her sleeping and half-naked big sister,
my cock hanging out and pulsing like a piston.

"Daddy," she called out. "Daddy, where are you?"

                           **********

I froze against the door facing. If only I had some clothes on, I
could bluff my way out. But Kathy had always been very strict about
our family wearing clothes around the house. Becky would be sure
to think it strange that I was bumbling around in my pajamas and
would undoubtedly mention it to Kathy.

For agonizing seconds I heard her light feet tripping in and out
of the master bedroom. Then I heard her go to the door and yell
out, "Mom, he's not in his room. What do you want me to do, just
bring you the money off the dresser?"

Hell! That's all that made them come back? I'd had a thousand
thoughts and all that was wrong was Kathy had forgotten to take
enough damned money with her!

Within seconds, Becky had grabbed the money off the dresser at her
mother's command and dashed back to the car with it, as they were
both gone as quickly as they had arrived.

Whew! Much too close for comfort. I glanced over my shoulder to be
sure Bridget was still asleep and, seeing that she was, ran to the
kitchen. I grabbed a cold beer from the refrigerator and downed it
all in three long swallows, then opened a second can and took it
with me to the bedroom. I drank a long swig from it, deposited it
on the night table, and hopped back into bed.

"Okay, honey," I muttered under my breath. "I learned my lesson.
Damned near lost my chance to get it on with you...this time is for
real."

I dropped beside her and placed my hand on the only remaining part
of her body still covered by the quilt --- the shallow hollow of
her crotch. The marvelous heat of her young cunt, real or imagined
by me in my new lust, seemed to flow up through the thin quilt like
smoke up the flue of a fireplace.

I massaged her, not with fear and hesitation as before, but with
the lusty pressure of a man bent on getting pleasure for himself.
The girl shifted only slightly and when she did it was only to
bring her thighs closer together. She moved her head on the pillow
and the trace of a petulant sleep frown grew on her face, but soon
vanished to leave her as unwaking as before.

I gazed down at the nearly-naked body of my stepdaughter and my
mind blurred at the potential pleasure in store for me. Those
beautiful little tits, those long slender legs, the smooth perfect
skin of her pretty face and the long blonde hair that lay in a fan
across the pillow...all that was lying there waiting for me to
rejoice in!

If --- and it was a big "if" --- I could manage to keep her from
waking up. It was dangerous, but impossible for me to resist try-
ing the crazy thing.

I boldly ran my hand under the quilt, touching her for the first
time on her bare skin. I moved my fingers gently over the depres-
sion of her navel, then headed for the creamy little mounds of her
small plump titties.

The touch of her skin sent shivers of desire through my body and
made my cock pulse again like a piston. I switched hands, putting
my left hand on her flat, firm stomach and grabbing my meat with
the other.

"Oh, honey," I said under my breath to my sleeping stepdaughter,
"if only you don't wake up until I get a nice hold on those sweet
little tits."

I rubbed her stomach and worked my way toward her tits, ever wary
that she might awaken. Bridget began to move a bit, but it was only
the aimless tossing of a sleep that, while still deep, was
nevertheless somewhat disturbed. I worked my hand up and down my
tool with gusto.

When I finally closed my fingers over the taut tip of her nipples,
I had to quit jacking off. I was so worked up over finally getting
my hands on the girl's ripe treasures that I was afraid I'd shoot
off at that very instant. Breathing hard, I lay beside her and
milked the titty with one hand as I brought the other up to join
it. If there ever was a pair of tits that deserved double duty,
this was the pair.

I leaned over her and gazed at the baby-soft face from only inches
away, dying to plaster my hungry lips over her inviting,
half-parted mouth. I ran my nose up and down the length of her tits
and tummy, savoring the slightly acrid odor of her girl smell. My
cock quivered between my legs, demanding access to the damp, secret
skin of her inner thighs.

"I can't touch her with it," I thought to myself. "It's stupid to
think that it wouldn't wake her up...Gotta hold back. Damn! Would
I like to feel the head of my cock between her legs!"

I also knew that the splitting of her maidenhead would be no
trivial matter --- even if she were awake, much less starting out
at it while she slept.  If not my cock, maybe my hands then...if
playing with her tits this much didn't wake her up, maybe I would
get by with a little finger-fucking.

I should have known there was bound to be a reaction from her
somewhere along the line, by this time my hard prick was con-
trolling me about as much as my head was. I left one hand to
stimulate her tits and stuck the other under the quilt.

I flipped it off and left her, for the first time, totally naked.
The little tease wasn't wearing anything at all over her privates!

"Sonofabitch," I thought. "Look at that, will you? If her mother
knew she slept strip-ass naked like this she'd tan her
hide...wonder if Becky does the same?"

I was set a-tremble all over again by the sight of her virginal
young cunt. The hair there was sparse compared to a grown woman's,
but the sleek swell of her outer lips was enough to prove she was
far from being a "little girl." And the color --- every bit as
blonde as the silky hair on her golden little head! My fingers
shook as I poised them over her sweet slit and built up enough
nerve to dip into the honey.

My prick was rigid as a poker and quaking like it had become a
separate part of my body. I glanced at her face again one more
time, then parted the golden fleece with my fingers and pressed
them to the full-lipped slit of her lovely little cunt.

She moved! This time a lot. Before I even began to have time to see
if I could make her wet, she turned her ass this way and that. Then
she even raised an arm to her face and shielded her eyes as though
she were on the verge of waking up.

I jerked my hands off her body as though it were radioactive. I
hopped off the bed, my cock jiggling awkwardly in the air and my
feet desperately seeking my house slippers. Before I was even
standing, she began to mumble.

"Huh? Whaz 'at?" she mumbled groggily. "Who zat?"

I jammed my feet into the elusive slippers, grabbed the can of beer
off the night table and tore out of her room like a cannon shot.
Behind me I could still hear her half-wakened voice.

I dove into my bed closing the door behind me. For agonizing sec-
onds I lay in fear. Had she seen me as I ran out? Had she known I
was on the bed with her? Had she known anyone was? Would she freak
out when she saw that her covers had been pulled off, or maybe just
think she'd done it herself during the night? And did she realize,
now that she was awake, that someone had been touching her body in
intimate places where no hand dare intrude except her own?

Listening closely and holding my breath, I could make out noises
in her room. A drawer opening and closing, a swishing noise, a
random movement...then the sound of her feet in the hall. She was
not only awake, but up and dressed and coming toward the master
bedroom!

"Mom," she called outside the door. "Daddy?"

I grabbed a book off the night table and answered, "Bridget, that
you? Your mom's with Becky at the dentist. What's wrong? I thought
you were still asleep."

"Daddy," she called, "could...could you come out here a minute
please?"

"Oh, shit," I thought, "this is it!" She sounded disturbed. Care-
fully remembering to don my robe over my pajamas, I went out to see
what was going to happen.

"Never mind, Daddy," she said, changing her mind, "it's okay.
There's nothing wrong. I...I don't have to talk to you. I guess
I'll just wait until Mom gets home."

I felt a cold chill pass through my heart. The worst had happened
--- she was going to tell Kathy I'd been in her room. Somehow she
had been more awake than I knew.

I became especially nice. "Now Bridget, can't you and I discuss
this? You don't have to take it to your mother, do you? I'm sure
the two of us can ---"

"No, Daddy," she said, smiling sweetly. "It...it's a 'girl type'
thing I have to talk about. I better wait for Mom. It's not im-
portant, I guess."

Her easy demeanor gave me second thoughts. Was it possible she
could be referring to something else? Being as careful as I could
to keep my voice from shaking, I asked in a very offhand tone, "How
long you been awake? Did the...alarm wake you? Did you and Becky
have your clock set?"

"Oh, no," she told me, her face innocent as a lamb's. "I just now
woke up. Guess I just woke up 'cause it was time for me to quit
sleeping."

I had to restrain myself from giving out with an audible sigh of
relief. My fears were in vain --- somehow, she had been asleep all
the time after all. It made me feel so good to know I had escaped
detection that I ushered her into the kitchen and poured some
orange juice for her. I even offered to scramble her some eggs.

"You will?" she eagerly chirped. "Groovy!"

(It wasn't at all common for her stepfather to make such an offer,
she thought. She wondered why he was so genial this morning. Maybe
she had just been overlooking how nice he really was. Suddenly she
felt especially close to him. Maybe she could talk to him about
what was bothering her, after all.)

"Sure nothing's wrong, honey?" I called from the stove.

(That did it. She would talk to him about it instead of waiting for
her mom. She answered yes, that there was something on her mind,
but she would feel funny talking about it with him. She said she
was afraid she might get embarrassed, though. It was, she repeated,
"girl stuff.")

I assured her it would be okay. I lightly jested that her mom
wasn't the only adult in the house who knew about such matters, and
she shouldn't feel at all ashamed to discuss whatever it was with
me.

What the hell's she driving at, anyway, I wondered.

"Well, okay, Daddy," she finally said. "I guess it's okay for me
to talk about stuff like this with you. But listen...don't mention
this to Mom. I think she might get sore if she found out that I
talked to you about it."

I assured her everything she said would be strictly between us. She
giggled and said okay, she could confide in me, but it would take
her awhile to get up the nerve.

"Well, maybe it'll only take you as long to do that as it does to
finish your eggs," I joshed. "I'll be in the living room watching
television."

Now I was really curious. On the other hand, she seemed especially
talkative and friendly this morning. Maybe my best bet was just to
let her go at her own speed and not try to push her. That approach
had worked well so far. I went into the living room and plopped
down on the couch to watch television.

In a few minutes she came in and joined me. She made me promise I
wouldn't laugh at her, then opened up to me. She said she'd been
having some strange feelings lately. They were "real personal"
feelings, she told me, and they were different than anything she
had ever felt before. Boldly, she mentioned that she thought it
might have something to do with the fact that she had begun having
her period a few months before, but she wasn't sure.

It made me feel good to have her discuss such intimate things with
me. Not to mention the fact that such a sexy subject made my cock
grow a bit inside my pajamas and robe.

"Well, honey," I said, "I thought your mom had a long talk with you
about your period and everything. Didn't she explain it all to you?
You'd better be more specific."

"Yeah, she explained all that to me," Bridget said, "but I didn't
mean it's something about my actual period...just about...I don't
know, just about growing up, I guess. See, Daddy, I think some-
thing's wrong with me. I mean, I feel certain ways sometimes and
I don't know if other girls ever feel that way or not. You think
....you think I could be some kind of freak, Daddy?"

Her last statement was uttered with such grave seriousness that I
had to tousle her hair and laugh in spite of my promise. I assured
her that I wasn't laughing at her, only at her idea that she might
be "some kind of freak."

"Honey," I said, "there's not a thing in the world wrong with you.
Of course you're not any kind of a freak. You're healthy as you can
be, the prettiest girl in your class. Didn't they give you the main
role in the big school play last year?"

She reddened a bit around the ears at my compliment, and I knew she
felt a surge of delight at my words. She modestly acknowledged what
I said, but claimed that what she was talking about was something
else.

"I...I really shouldn't tell you, Daddy," she hedged. "It's
about...you know, secret things..." Her voice trailed off and she
lowered her eyes.

"Nonsense," I said, pulling her to me playfully and shaking her by
the ears. That forced a grin on her face. "Come on, out with it.
Tell Daddy what's bothering you."

Her face brightened. "Promise you won't tell Mom?"

"Of course not," I vowed. "No way!" This was getting tedious and
silly.

"Okay then," she said, "but let me whisper it to you."

And she stretched forward and put her lips to my ear. As she
whispered, her firm torso was pressed delightfully close to mine.
And she was stretched so far forward that her skirt was inadver-
tently yanked much higher up the back of her pretty legs than she
meant it to be. I could see damned near up to where the elastic
legband of her panties must be, I thought. I remembered how deli-
cious she had looked in bed, naked.

As her hot breath buzzed into my ear, I could hardly believe what
I was hearing. The combination of what she was telling me plus the
intimate closeness of our bodies was making my prick swell in spite
of my best efforts to keep it down. If a mirror had been in front
of me, I'm sure I would have been amazed at the way my eyes grew
wider and wider as I listened.

Finally she drew away and shyly turned her face away. "See what I
mean, Daddy," she said in a quiet voice, "see why I didn't want to
tell you?"

I swept my arm around her, enclosing her in a fatherly hug and
pulling her affectionately to my side.
 
"You poor little monkey," I consoled her. "Is that what's been
bothering you? Well, I'm going to fix that right now. You've been
an awfully good girl to tell me about it. I know it was hard for
you to talk about, but don't worry...we're going to have a 'man-
to-man' talk and I'm going to clear everything up for you."

She managed a fey grin at my attempt to make her laugh about us
having a man-to-man talk.

"You sit right here, honey," I told her, pulling her onto my lap
as though it were the most common thing in the world, "right here
where you used to sit when you were a little bitty girl. There,
isn't that better?"

(She nodded, smiling at this unaccustomed display of parental af-
fection, and allowed her trim figure to be hauled onto his lap. She
felt a little silly to be sitting there at her age but it was also
kind of fun, sort of a joking game between them. But she knew
whatever he was about to say in answer to her questions wouldn't
be a joke...at least she hoped not --- she had been deadly serious
about everything she whispered to him.)

"In the first place, Bridget," I said, "all girls have feelings
like you just described to me. It's the most normal thing in the
world. Some may start being aware of it at an earlier age than
others, but sooner or later it's bound to happen."

"It...it is?" she ventured, wonder in her voice. "Even when it's
where I told you...?" Her words trailed off and she made a furtive
gesture toward her lap.

"Sure," I continued. "And you needn't be embarrassed talking about
'what's between your legs,' as you called it. By the way, you'll
hear that called by a lot of names, so it doesn't matter what you
call it --- but don't be afraid to call it something. Why not just
say 'cunt' and be done with it."

She said she'd heard older girls call it that, but thought it was
nasty. "I've heard them say p-pussy for it, too," she volunteered,
stumbling over the forbidden word from embarrassment but still
feeling a thrill of pride at being able to say it in front of her
stepdaddy. "And other words, too...like snatch."

She giggle. "Becky calls it her 'cunny' sometimes. I don't know
where she got that."

"And so, honey," I said, resuming my role as teacher, "it's per-
fectly natural for a girl's cunt to get those 'funny feelings,' as
you called it. That's called 'getting hot' when you feel like that,
or 'turned on.' It's like a boy or a man getting a 'hard- on' or
getting his prick 'stiff.' You know what that is?"

"Shit!" I thought to myself. "If she doesn't know what it is she
can just wiggle her ass around in my lap and feel mine. I'm so
fucking horny from this shit I'm afraid I'm gonna pop my nuts off
any second."

She nodded that she knew what it was, lowering her blue eyes at the
admission.

"You said you first noticed feeling that way a few years ago when
you were taking a warm bath," I went on, "but that afterward you
began to notice other things that made you feel the same way. Like
sliding down that pole at the playground and the time you rode the
horse at Uncle John's farm. But what started bothering you about
getting hot was that as you've gotten older, you get hot in
different ways, right? And more often than before. That sometimes
you just start feeling that way for no reason at all, like when
you're in bed at night or when you're taking a sunbath out in the
patio?"

She nodded. "Yes, like that," she acknowledged. "But what about
this morning? What about a girl...g-g-getting hot while she's a-
sleep? Isn't that kinda weird?"

Hell, if she only knew what made her feel that way this morning.

"Not in the least," I told her. "You say you don't even remember
having any dream? Well, maybe you had one but forgot it. Anyway,
it's nothing to be alarmed about. When a boy does it it's called
a 'wet dream' because he shoots off. But for girls, it just makes
them get turned on a lot like you said you were. It's perfectly
normal."

Now she was feeling pretty grown up and a little bit wicked to be
discussing such things with her stepdad. "I sure was," she ex-
claimed, "more than I've ever been before!"

"You were what, honey?" I asked, my voice growing raspy. I knew
damned well what she meant but I wanted to hear the words from her
sweet, innocent little mouth.

"Well, hot," she declared, proving she was up to saying the words
I had taught her. "Wow, my cunt sure was hot when I woke up!"

My cock pulsed hard at the words issuing from my sweet little
stepdaughter's mouth. She darted a glance at my lap and I realized
she had actually felt it through my pants. She seemed to grow a bit
ill at ease.

"Gee, thanks, Dad, for telling me all that stuff," she said,
shifting her hard little ass in my lap. "I guess I better move now,
I...I'm making you uncomfortable."

"No, I'm okay," I said. You don't have to hop off so soon. Besides,
that isn't the only reason you thought of getting off my lap just
now, was it?"

"Huh?" she said, giving a little start. "Sure it was. I've been
here now for a little while and I just thought you might be getting
tired. I'm not a baby anymore," she added, attempting to force
lightness, "so I must be kinda heavy after a few minutes on your
lap."

"No, you sure aren't a baby anymore," I said, putting a hand on her
shoulder. "But tell me the truth now. Didn't you feel something
just now, underneath you? Isn't that the thing that really made you
mention getting up?"

She flashed the answer to me with her eyes, unmistakably, before
she spoke. "Well, yeah," she admitted, "I...I did feel that."

"Honey, I thought that's what it was," I said. "You don't have to
be ashamed of feeling that. That was just Daddy's old cock jumping
a little, that's all it was."

"I thought that's what it was," she said quietly, "but I didn't
think I oughta...uh...you know, talk about it."

As I spoke, I casually let a hand fall from one of her shoulders
into her lap, allowing it to lie there unmoving. "Doesn't hurt to
talk about it," I said. "Every man's got one. And sometimes a man's
cock sorta moves around by itself, you see. Listen, I'm going to
tell you a secret. You told me yours, so know I'll tell you mine.
Wanna hear it?"

Bridget still had vague qualms, but my playful approach appealed
to her and made her relax considerably.

"Sure," she piped.

Following her style, I leaned forward and put my lips to the
youngster's ear. The delicate pink shell smelled of lemons and
clear skin. "You're the one that made my cock jump just now," I
whispered to her. "You sitting here in my lap all sweet and pret-
ty...that's what did it."

(It seemed awfully weird for her daddy to have that happen, she
thought, but it also made her feel sort of...proud. Proud that it
was her that caused it to happen.)

She giggled. "Really?" she said.

My hand had been lying for some time now in the girl's lap, and
although she had made no move to remove it I could tell that she
was very aware of it.

"Let me ask you a question," I posed, "and you tell me the honest
truth. Okay?"

"What?" she said, her voice a little shaky.

"This 'getting hot' business that happens to you now that you're
growing up so fast --- have you felt that way any while you've been
sitting here in my lap?" I asked.

Her breath caught in her throat. She licked her lips, which were
now suddenly drier, and hedgingly replied, "Maybe...maybe a little
bit."

"Don't be afraid to tell me the truth now," I said.

She was now unbearably conscious of the fact she was still sitting
in my lap while we were discussing it. And the hand which rested
gently on her lap, while remaining light and still, seemed somehow
to be getting warmer and warmer.

She turned her eyes aside from mine when she answered, and her
voice was thin and quiet. "It feels that way right now, Daddy," she
said.

Now I was slowly moving my fingers in her lap, kneading their tips
lightly into the thin skirt she had thrown on when she woke up that
morning. She shifted uneasily in my lap. It was the wrong thing to
do. Underneath her she felt another jump of my stiff organ. And now
that she knew what it was, her bottom seemed even more sensitive
to it than before.

"Hot, huh?" I said, egging her on.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Hot and...a little damp, maybe?" I persisted, playing on her
passion.

"Yes."

"Kinda itchy?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Where does it feel that way?" I wanted to know. "Where is it now?
Isn't it right under where my hand's lying?"

She nodded without speaking. Again she drew the tip of her tongue
across dry lips.

"Right here, isn't it, honey?" I said, pushing my forefinger into
the soft spot between her thighs.

She caught her breath, "...unh...yeah, Daddy, right there. Whew!
Right there where you're touching."

Then I deftly snaked my hand off her skirt and thrust it under-
neath, sliding it up the smooth channel between her slender young
thighs.

"Sit still, honey," I whispered hoarsely. "Daddy's gonna show you
something."

                           **********

(Bridget was a little scared now. She wasn't at all sure what her
daddy meant to "show" her, and his voice was getting all different,
nervous and shaky-like. Yet there was something besides fear she
felt. There was something going on inside her that was new and
strange, a little wild...and somehow naughty, secret and dirty.)

"That's the way, sugar," I crooned, "stay right here in my lap and
let your old stepdad show you something real nice."

(Whatever was happening to her, she wanted to have it keep on, she
thought...wanted to have it continue in spite of the fact that
something inside told her it was wrong and bad.)

My hand eased up the vee formed by the angle of her tender inner
thighs 'til I touched the place where they joined, a change from
the satiny texture of skin to the soft cloth texture of her cotton
panties. The crotch of her undergarment was tightly stretched, I
discovered, so that the instant I came in contact with it I could
sense the firm warmth of her sex flesh just beneath the fabric. I
stopped my hand, leaving my fingertips to remain on the spot while
my wrist and forearm trembled.

"Unh!" came a sound from Bridget's throat, soft and breathy. The
touch of my fingers was almost electric to her.

"There it is, huh, baby?" I whispered. "There's that little thing
that's been feeling so warm and damp and itchy, isn't it? There's
that little cunt of yours."

"Ummm...yeah," she thinly answered, ashamed of what was happening
but loving every second of it. "Sure is...right there, Daddy."

"Right where my finger is?" I asked.

"Yes!" she responded, this time more enthusiastically.

"You like this?" I asked, pressing her close to my chest with my
other arm. "You like the way it feels when I touch you there,
honey?"

"Oh, yes," she said, feeling somehow very ashamed of the fact, "oh,
yes!"

"Isn't this kind of like you've been feeling all those times you
told me about?" I said. "All those times when you were in a hot
bath or in bed at night?"

"But better," she added. "You make it feel better than then. It's
so..." But her words petered out and she didn't try to pick up
again where she left off. The sensation was mind-shattering.

My cock was simply bursting from the pleasure of it. Being able to
play with my stepdaughter this way was fantastically exciting. I
felt it quake stoutly and push against my pajamas.

(Bridget felt it too. It was the same sensation she had noticed
before, but this time it made her tummy fill with butterflies, now
that his fingers were fooling with her panties at the same time.)

She squirmed involuntarily, causing the damp bottom of her ass to
tingle as the hard lump rubbed against her. I grunted from the
pleasure I got from the feel of having her move on it. I let my
head fall forward, my chin resting on the crown of her silky gol-
den head, and squeezed her so tightly to my chest I could feel the
tiny points of her titties. She didn't try to draw back. I even
imagined that I felt her press the taut little points closer,
flattening her whole torso against me.

"Oh, sugar," I crooned, "Daddy's gonna make you feel so good...so
good."

(Between her legs she felt his fingers start to move. They moved
lightly and slowly at first, delicately toying with the tightly
stretched crotch of her panties. Their mere presence there had been
enough to excite her. Now that they were moving, she felt a
trembling warmth flow through the pussy flesh beneath.

She wanted to move against him, wanted to make the tingling warmth
grow and grow. She began to wiggle her butt, pushing her organs
toward the wonderful pressure of his finger. The motion was slight,
but she knew she was doing it. It wasn't like before, when things
were just happening to her. now she was making things happen some
herself, consciously increasing her own pleasure.)

"Oh...ooo," escaped small sounds from her throat.

"Oh, shit, honey," I whispered, "that's the way...that's the way.
Scoot up against there and let me really finger you good! Push that
little pussy to me and make yourself feel good."

(Now she felt more than just his fingers. Her wiggling made the
stiff lump in his pajamas wedge right against her little asshole.
She never knew a person's asshole could feel good, but hers sure
did. It was all mixed up, it seemed like, with the sensations of
her asshole combining with those up front in her cunt. She felt all
warm and moist throughout the entire area of her crotch.)

I was so hot I could hardly stand it by now. I'd been purposely
going slow with the kid so I would scare her half to death, but now
I had to speed things up.

"Here, sugar," I wheezed. "Lemme get in 'em. I've just been fool-
ing around on the outside of 'em."

She shifted in my lap so I could slip my fingers under the tight
legband of her panties and quivered with new pleasure as I touched
her naked pussy.

"Ohhh," she sighed.

She hugged me tight, throwing her arms around my back and burying
her face in my chest. I toyed with the tender mound of her cunt,
sending my fingers through the light growth of damp silky hair that
covered it, then slipped on inside the slit itself with barely a
pause. The youngster was well primed for it by now and offered no
resistance.

She pressed her face into my robe and against the pajama top, the
only thing separating her soft face from the nakedness of my chest.

"Oh, Daddy!" she exclaimed in an ardent whisper.

I worked my forefinger between the slick halves of her cunt and was
amazed at how moist she was...so much so that I could easily insert
my thumb even though her still-immature crack was far from being
large.

"Let's get 'em all the way off, honey," I said, taking my arm from
around her back and using my free hand to dart under her skirt and
grasp the waistband. I slid the top of the undergarment downward
and she helped by twisting inside and raising her ass slightly out
of my lap. I gave a tug and whisked them over her rounded little
ass as slick as a whistle. I left them dangling at her knees but
she was too hot and excited to even bother with trying to get them
the rest of the way off.

When her ass settled again on my lap, the hard spur of my cock was
even more prominent. It poked straight up now and felt as big as
the end of a baseball bat to her unaccustomed little bottom. She
wiggled against it with unfeigned delight.

"Know what it is, honey," I said, my fingers active inside her hot
cunt.

She raised her face from my chest and I saw a sly grin on it. "Uh
huh," she nodded. "I thought that's what it was a long time ago
when I first felt it."

"What?" I shot back. "Say it."

Her face flushed red but she spit it out. "Your...your cock. It's
your cock, isn't it?"

"Sure as hell is," I rasped. "Here, I'm gonna have you do something
for me."

I placed one of her hands on the distended material of my pajama
bottoms and said, "Take it out for me. Reach in and get it."

She hesitated a couple of seconds then went in after it. When her
fingers touched it, I groaned. She was afraid to bring it all the
way out in the open but I took her by the wrist and pulled,
bringing it out in full view. It pulsed red and ugly, the foreskin
pulled back and the smooth head shining with moisture. The sight
of it was sort of scary to her, but when I grabbed her around the
shoulders and pushed her face back against my chest where she
couldn't see it anymore, she very much liked the feel of it in her
hand.

If she had been even the least bit experienced she would have be-
gun to jack me off then, but I was glad she didn't know what to do.
I was so hot I might have shot my nuts off in an instant if she had
done anything more than just hold it.

"Now you know what a cock feels like," I gasped, "don't you? Now
you know what one is for damned sure!"

"Oh, Daddy," she cried, "it's so big!" 

"And your little cunt's so small and cute," I said, feeling a
strong desire to possess her like a woman. "Think Daddy's cock is
too big to go in it?"

(The thought sent shivers down her spine. Fear clutched her heart
again.)

"Oooo, I don't know," she gasped. "Are you gonna...are you gonna
do that?"

"Don't worry, sugar," I consoled her. "I'll make it real easy for
you. I promise it won't hurt you...just tingle a little and then
feel real good."

As I spoke, I unbuttoned her top and started milking her plump
little jugs, while keeping up the work below at the same time. I
had a thumb and forefinger in her snatch and was rubbing the small
wet inner lips together.

(As a reply, she simply hugged him close, tossing her free arm
around his neck and pressing her face against his cheek while the
other hand kept hold of his cock. She still feared having him touch
her cunt with his cock, but he was making it feel so good with his
fingers that she was ready to let him do anything he might have
suggested.)

I accepted her into my arms and bent sideways, allowing her to fall
slowly toward the couch cushions. Her newly-naked little titties
jiggled sturdily on her chest as I deposited her on her back and
supported myself over her on my elbows. She had her clothes almost
off now, and her half-naked body was rendered even more desirable
by the disarray. Her top hung on by one shoulder and her skirt was
twisted sideways and shoved high above her navel, even though it
was still unzipped.

I bent over and kissed her cheeks frantically, going from one to
the other and brushing her full mouth as I passed. I put my mouth
to her ear and stuck in the tip of my tongue.

(Geez, she thought, her temperature soaring, that feels nearly as
good as what he's doing to my cunt!)

I retracted my tongue and whispered, "Take your skirt all the way
off."

She didn't hesitate an instant. She moved her hand from the shaft
of my cock and, reaching awkwardly around where the zipper was,
jerked the skirt off in a hurry. I raised up higher from her so she
could tug it off over her feet. Watching her struggle with it was
highly arousing to me, with her little tits jiggling and her arms
and legs churning to free herself of it. And when she had it as far
down as her knees, it tangled with her panties, which she had
forgotten were still hanging there. The petulant frown from this
made me want to eat her up with love.

I reached back and snatched the offending articles from her legs.
She exhaled in relief and with a foxy little grin on her face she
grabbed the clinging top and asked, "This too?"

"You bet, sugar," I shot back. "Everything."

It was off in a flash, which left her on her back under me without
a stitch on except for a pair of socks. Without any urging she
pushed them off with her toes. She looked up to find my shirt off
and my pants down around my knees. It must have been obvious that
I wasn't going to bother with the rest and I think she was glad of
it.

(His hair was all messed up and he had big drops of sweat on his
neck and forehead. It thrilled her to see how much he liked the way
she looked with all her clothes off. Although it was the very first
time any male had ever viewed her all the way naked, she was so
excited by the touch of his lips and hands that pride and vanity
about her body was much greater than the embarrassment she felt.

(She knew how pert and full her tits were and how her clear blue
eyes looked when framed by the abundance of her bright blonde hair.
And she could she that her stepdaddy was delighted at getting to
gaze at it all. She watched his face come nearer and nearer, then
felt his chest touch her nipples and his arms enfold her.

(After that things became a blur for her, a heated joining of arms
and legs that fired her pubescent young body with waves of desire
unlike anything she knew. The man was all over his stepdaughter's
body, fingering and kissing her nubile treasures in an orgy of pure
lust.

(Bridget felt his mouth and lips on hers, where he forced his
tongue inside and licked hers with a passion that made her open
wide for more. He ran his hands through her hair and made strange
grunting sounds. She felt his face on her chest then, felt her
nipples enclosed by his feverish lips, and new thrills inside her
cunt as well.)

I slurped and sucked on her tits with my mouth, but both of my
hands were busy in the wet, heated slit of her golden triangle. I
used one hand to hold the little cunt lips apart and began sliding
my other one all over her red, moist flesh inside. Then I de-
licately touched her at that certain spot near the top of her
crack.

She was almost out of control now, just the way I wanted her. In
the back of my mind I knew that having her cherry split open might
hurt a bit, and I wanted her so wet and horny she would hardly
notice any small amount of pain that might result.

Her head was rolling back and forth on the couch and her lovely
little tits were shining with sweat. She was shifting her ass
around like she was trying to rub a hole in the cushion. Slowly,
gently, I brought the end of my prick against her outer lips. She
felt it touch her and worked herself against it, welcoming it in-
side her from nothing but pure instinct. I kept up my careful
finger-work on her clit, sliding the pulsing end of my tool forward
into her hot meat a little at a time.

"Ummm...ummmmmm," she moaned, crazy for more of it now that she had
felt it.

"Take it, sugar," I rasped, "take it up that sweet little fuck
hole. Take it!"

I surged downward, driving the blunt head into her virginal pussy
and straightening every crease along the inner walls. She was made
for it now, and she showed it. Her athletic young legs flew around
my ass and locked, and she scrunched her cunt forward with short,
wild little motions.

"Oh, Daddy," she wailed, her high-pitched voice music in my ears,
"oh...oh, my gosh!"

I pushed my rod in and out of her cunt with gradually building
speed 'til I could tell she was about to get her cookies, then with
a final burst of energy I powered it to the end of her steaming
canal and popped through the thin membrane of her cherry. Before
she could sense any real pain from it, I jerked it out and poked
it in again, grabbing her by the cheeks of her ass with both hands
and giving her more and more and more of the same.

She was like a regular little sex maniac by now, shoving her cunt
to meet every thrust and wiggling her tits against my chest like
some little animal. I heard her breathing harder and harder and
felt her squeeze my cock for dear life.

The spunk welled up in my cock and I couldn't hold back a second
longer. I drove it one last, insanely sweet time and spewed a glob
of thick cream into her. The kid was already on the brink of
cumming. When the hot juice poured into her horny little cunt, she
cried like a baby and felt the wet explosion of her first climax.
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