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                                       Daddy and Me

               This story is about my dad and me and a very special
               relationship that developed between us when I was growing
               up. This story may not be appropriate for some audiences. To
               most of the world it's a subject that's taboo and kept
               hidden, but it does exist and isn't always non consensual.
               To me it was a very special time in my life. I've receive
               lots of comments about this story, all actually
               complimentary. Please read it with an open mind.

               When I was growing up, we lived in a very small three
               bedroom, two story house. My parents occupied the bedroom
               downstairs, my two brothers shared the one bedroom upstairs,
               and I, being the only girl, had the other bedroom to myself.
               We heated with fuel oil. Winters in the Midwest got bitterly
               cold. During these times, my parents shut off the upstairs
               and moved a set of bunk beds down into their bedrooms. My
               oldest brother had the bottom bunk to himself and my
               youngest brother and I had to share the top bunk.

               I was about ten when I started through puberty. My periods
               would soon be starting, and I already had very large
               breasts. One particular evening my parents had thought we
               were fast asleep, but I wasn't. I was laying on the outside
               of the top bunk that sat at the foot of my parents bed. I
               started hearing this creaking sound and then this clicking
               gushy noise. I had no idea what it was, so I peeked through
               slitted eye lids. My dad was on top of my mother, her legs
               were raised high in the air. His movement grew faster and
               faster until he moaned, and soon rolled off her. I got this
               strange feeling in my stomach. I didn't know what it was for
               sure, but I knew it kinda felt good. My private parts were
               throbbing. I'd felt that quivery feeling before when we'd
               been driving and my dad went fast over hills. I finally went
               to sleep and forgot about it.

               A few weeks passed and mom had to go away for the day. My
               brother's were at friends. Dad worked nights and wasn't up
               yet, and I had been watching television in my pajamas. I
               heard the stirring of my dad. I barely ever got to see him
               so I ran into the bed room and jumped on the bed.

               "Are you gonna get up now Daddy?" I'd asked.

               "Pretty soon a baby doll."he said as he peered at me through
               tired, half-opened eyes. He suddenly realized I didn't have
               my slippers or housecoat on. I'd been prone to terrible
               bouts of bronchitis so he said, "Why don't you slide in here
               and get warm." I happily slid under the covers. It was
               really warm from his body heat. I snuggled up to Daddy. He
               was trying to drift back to sleep.

               "Just give Daddy 15 more minutes, okay baby doll?" he'd
               asked.

               "Ok Daddy."I said as I snuggled with my back to him. He was
               soon back to sleep.

               I guess I'd drifted off too, because the next thing I
               remember is being stirred awake when his hand lightly began
               squeezing my breasts. My leg slid against the lower part of
               his body and I felt something hard. I felt his hot breath on
               my neck as he slid his hand down to my warm, wet slit. His
               finger just barely went inside. A funny butterfly feeling
               was coming in my stomach, and he slowly rolled me onto my
               back. He kissed my nose lightly and winked his wink at me
               and said, "How's Daddy's baby doll?"

               "I'm good Daddy." I replied.

               "Oh, baby doll you sure are. Do you love Daddy?"

               I giggled, "Yes, Daddy you know I love you!"

               "Then, baby doll let's not ever tell anyone how much we love
               each other or the fun we have together, because if we do,
               they'll want to take it away from us."

               "Oh, Daddy, I'll never tell, ever." I stated firmly.

               He took my hand and placed it around his erect shaft. It was
               warm and really hard. It kind of scared me at first, and I
               wanted to pull away when he said. "Stroke it like this baby
               doll." and he took my hand and stroked it in his up and
               down. Nice and slow. It felt good. I could feel little
               ridges. Daddy sighed, "Oh, yeah baby doll, just like that."

               "Do you like this Daddy?" I'd asked seeking approval.

               "Oh, god yes." he said.

               "Daddy, can I look at it?" I asked in a curious voice.

               "Yes, come here." He threw the covers back and turned on his
               back. His hard shaft stood erect in the air.

               "Wow," I said in amazement, "it's so hard."

               "Mmmm...yes...that's what happens when Daddy feels good and
               loves his baby doll"

               My hands stroked him for quite some time when he pulled me
               onto his chest and sat me on his tummy. Both of his hands
               were kneading my breasts. My nipples were hard and aching.
               He pulled me down to his mouth and began sucking my left
               nipple, while pinching my right I began getting really wet
               between my legs. Daddy felt it on his stomach.

               He laid me gently on the bed and got on his knees between my
               legs. He opened my pink pussy and ran the head of his cock
               up and down my slit, going back and forth over my clit. It
               tickled and I quivered.

               "Oh, Daddy," I moaned.

               "You like this don't you baby doll." he said. "You want
               Daddy to put his cock in you?" I nodded yes. I was scared
               because he was so big. I thought it would hurt.

               He slowly put the head of his cock at the entrance to my
               pussy hole, pushing just the head in a little ways until
               just his helmet was inside of me. He rocked back and forth
               taking it in and out for quite some time. I heard that
               clicking sound I'd heard that night when he was on top of
               mom.

               "Oh baby doll, you're getting really wet.' Daddy said.

               Suddenly he grabbed my hips and pulled me into him. His hard
               cock opening my tiny pussy hole wide. I felt a sharp,
               burning pain, but it felt good.

               Daddy said "Oh, baby, Daddy just made you a woman." as my
               hymen popped.

               His thrusting became more urgent as he leaned down and
               kissed me on my lips. His tongue parted my lips and our
               tongues danced together. My legs were wrapped as far around
               him as they could. His mouth left mine as his hands began
               massaging my breasts and rolling my nipples. He began
               thrusting faster and faster. Suddenly he said, "Oh, god baby
               doll, Daddy's cumming." I felt this warm wet liquid spurt
               deep inside of me, then another thrust, again and again.
               Each thrust deposited more thick, hot liquid in my cunt.
               Daddy rolled off of me and laid on the bed beside me. He
               pulled me into his arms. We laid there together for a few
               minutes when Daddy ran his hand again down between my legs
               and stuck his finger inside me. He showed his finger to me
               and there was blood on it, it scared me.

               He said, "Don't be scared baby doll. There's only blood
               because you and Daddy have only loved once. It won't happen
               the next time." It excited me when he said the next time.

               He got up and drew a nice hot bath for me. That night when I
               laid in my bed at the end of theirs, I felt the quivering
               inside of me and wished that Daddy and I could love again.

                                        Chapter 2

               A couple weeks had passed since Daddy loved me in his
               special way. Every night when I went to bed I would feel the
               wanting need burning inside. We hadn't laid together and
               actually had sex since that special day, but every chance he
               got he would massage my breasts or run his hand up my leg to
               feel the warmth of my wet love spot.

               The holiday season was approaching, and Mom had some
               shopping she wanted to get done. Dad was going to watch us
               for the day. We always enjoyed time with dad. He worked so
               hard. Times were rough. Mom had to go to work to help make
               ends meet. We were poor, but we didn't know it. We were just
               happy being together. I couldn't help but hope that today
               maybe we would get an opportunity to love again.

               My oldest brother was going to be away for the afternoon at
               an away school basketball game. He was the team's assistant
               manager. My younger brother wanted to go to Grandma's, so
               Mom said she would drop him off on her way to shop.

               "Well," she said "I guess that just leaves you and Dad," as
               she finished getting ready to leave. She was about to walk
               out the door, when Dad walked over to her and pulled her
               into his arms. Mom protested loudly, "John, I don't have
               time for this today. I've got lots to do." Finally, she
               allowed Daddy to give her one kiss goodbye. I watched as
               disappointment replaced the wanting look that had been on
               Daddy's face. Things seemed different between them lately.
               They fought a lot more. While all this was going on, I
               couldn't help but wish I could hold Daddy in my arms and
               make him feel better. I wanted to love him, and I wanted to
               feel his warm love pour out inside of me.

               Dad fixed lunch for my oldest brother and me. He was a good
               cook, well, at least he could cook eggs without breaking the
               yolks. After lunch Chuck gathered up his basketball gear and
               took off for the school.

               Dad started dishes, and I pulled a chair up beside him to
               help.. Although I was ten, I still was pretty short for my
               age, or maybe the counter was overly high.

               "I'll help, Daddy," I said as I stepped up on the chair and
               sat on the edge of the sink. He was awful quiet. I think he
               was still upset with Mom

               "Okay baby doll." he said in a voice that sounded like he
               had lost his best friend.

               I dried as he washed, stopping every once in awhile to play
               with a glass in the rinse water. I'd fill it up and dump it
               out, over and over. All of a sudden the glass slipped from
               my hand and splashed into the sink full of water drenching
               the front of my blouse.

               "What a messy Bessie," Daddy said as he grabbed a dry towel
               and tossed it at me.

               The water made my pale, pink cotton blouse transparent as it
               clung to my breasts revealing the light brown of my nipples.
               Daddy grabbed a clean towel and began to help me dry myself
               off. I felt his fingers as he brushed against my nipples,
               and it sent a quivering surge of wanting through me.

               "Daddy, will you kiss me like you wanted to kiss Mom
               earlier?" I'd asked. He was standing in front of me.

               "You love Daddy don't you?"he asked sadly.

               "You know I do. I haven't told anyone about our special love
               that day." I said to reassure him.

               He leaned down and kissed my lips, softly at first. His
               tongue coaxed my lips apart, and our tongues danced
               together. He ran his hands up under my blouse to massage my
               breasts. It made me throb inside. I put my arms around his
               neck like I use to see Mom do. He picked me up in his arms
               and carried me to the bedroom. Sitting me on the bed he
               said, "Take your clothes off baby doll." I willingly did as
               he asked. I watched with eager eyes as he undid his belt,
               unzipped his jeans, and let them fall to the floor. I could
               see the bulge in his underwear formed by his erection. His
               cock pointed straight up as he slid his briefs off. He
               pulled his shirt off over his head. I loved Daddy's chest.
               He had lots of hair on it. He sat on the edge of the bed and
               pulled me into his arms. As I stood in front of him, he
               sucked hungrily on my hard nipples.

               "Ohhh..." I moaned. "That feels so good." He reached down
               and pushed one of his fingers inside of me, moving it in and
               out like he had his cock that day. I ran my fingers through
               his hair and wrapped my arms around his neck as he continued
               to savor my nipples.

               After awhile he said, "Do you wanna suck on Daddy's cock?" I
               must have given him a peculiar look because he said, "It's
               ok." I got down on my knees and started stroking his shaft
               like he had shown me the first time. His cock was right at
               eye level. I wasn't self-conscious or afraid this time. I
               watched as my hand glided up and down, making mental notes
               to reflect on when I was in bed alone. The excess skin came
               up over the head concealing his helmet. My downward strokes
               retracted the skin to reveal his thick mushroom shaped head.
               After a stroking for a while, a droplet of clear liquid
               oozed out of the slit of his cock. I wasn't sure what it
               was. It wasn't thick like the first time, but it intrigued
               me.

               Daddy was watching and said, "Oh, look at the precum."

               I took my index finger and spread it over his shiny, smooth
               purple helmet. Finally, I leaned down and took the underside
               of my tongue and flicked it over the tip. I liked the way it
               felt, and Daddy must have too because he made wonderful
               moaning sounds. The clear liquid didn't seem to have any
               taste. I put my mouth over just the helmet at first and
               began sucking while my tongue danced and teased the tip.
               Daddy put his hands in my hair and started encouraging me to
               move my head up and down more.

               "That's it baby doll. That feels really good. Daddy likes
               that," and he moaned some more. . . kept taking more into my
               mouth until I had as much as I could take. The head of his
               cock pushed the back of my throat. He started pinching my
               nipples, then he said, "You're going to make a good cock
               sucker for your husband someday honey."

               He pulled me up onto the bed and laid beside me. We began
               kissing. I decided I really liked kissing. It wasn't yucky
               like my friends said it was. Daddy's kisses were warm and
               wet. His hand trailed down my flat stomach and began playing
               in the fine sprouts of hair on my pussy.

               "Oh baby your getting wet already." he whispered as he took
               his middle finger and ran it down the full length of my
               slit.

               "Is that good," I asked.

               "Yes, it tells me you really like Daddy's loving, and you
               want more."

               "I do Daddy," I said as I pushed my hips up eager for his
               finger to go deeper. "I've wanted to love you every night
               since the first time you loved me. I think about it when I
               go to bed."

               "I think about you too, baby. Get on your knees let's play a
               new love game." He came up behind me and ran the head of his
               throbbing cock down the entire length of my crack. He took
               his left hand and spread my pussy lips apart and with his
               right hand he rubbed his shaft back and forth against my
               swollen clit. It felt good and made me shudder. He guided
               his cock to the wet entrance of my tight pussy hole.
               Allowing only the head in up to the ridge, he rocked back
               and forth, in and out, over and over. I liked the way it
               made me feel, sort of the same feeling you get when you ride
               a roller coaster. I could feel his ridge every time he
               withdrew. He grabbed me by my hips and began inching more of
               his throbbing muscle in me. Each time he entered he went
               deeper and harder until his entire cock was buried inside of
               me. I instinctively wanted to push my hips back to meet his
               thrusts. It was like I couldn't get him deep enough, I
               wanted more. The sound of our bodies slapping together
               filled the room. He leaned over my back and started kissing
               my neck. It tickled and I giggled. It seemed to turn him on
               more. He reached his hands around and pulled on my nipples.
               It only intensified the effect his cock was having on me,
               and I liked it.

               "Oh baby you are so tight." he said. "Your pussy lips are
               tight around my rod." He raised up and watched his shaft
               going in and out. "Oh yeah, that's nice."

               "You make me feel good inside Daddy," I moaned as a
               thunderous convulsive wave began deep inside of me. "Oh,
               Daddy, I think I'm cumming." I cried out.

               "Not yet baby doll." he said in a whisper. "Let's make this
               last for a while."

               I wanted to make it last too because I didn't know when we
               would be able to make love again. He withdrew his penis, and
               the feeling subsided. We laid down together side by side on
               the bed. Dad began sucking and biting my nipples.

               "You have great breasts already honey. I love tits." he
               said.

               His fingers again explored my dark, wet, honey pot, now
               saturated with both our juices. Before I realized it he took
               his tongue and ran it down my stomach to my pussy. He spread
               my outer lips apart and began sucking my clit, still darting
               his finger in and out of me like a cock. My hands clutched
               the sheet on each side of me. I felt like I was going to
               explode. It was a wonderful feeling. He stiffened his tongue
               and ran it in and out of my hole.

               "Oh, Marybeth you taste so sweet." he said, and I couldn't
               help but thrust my hips. He was driving me crazy.

               "Daddy, oh god, I can't stop." I cried out.

               "You're cumming baby," he said as he thrust harder and
               faster with his tongue. "Let your cum run down Daddy's
               tongue."

               "Oh . . ." I moaned, unable to stop the rapturous wave. My
               vaginal walls convulsed with each spasm of my orgasm.

               "It's okay, you'll come again." he replied as he helped me
               ride the wonderful wave to ecstacy. I felt weak when the
               pulsation of my vaginal walls subsided. Daddy laid back on
               the bed and pulled me on top of him. I slid down until my
               pussy lips covered his cock like a hot dog bun. I began
               sliding up and down his shaft. His cock not yet inside of
               me. Cum was leaking out of me and he glided easily between
               my lips. It felt good as it stimulated my clit once again. I
               leaned forward so Daddy could suck my tits that he loved so
               much. He devoured them, sucking harder as his need
               increased. As I slid back, once again down his shaft, he
               reached down and held his cock up so it would slide into my
               cunt. I began riding him harder, bucking on him like I was
               riding a bronco.

               "Jeezus," he said as the tide of passion over took him.

               He lunged harder. Every thrust depositing a stream of hot,
               thick cum in me. I kept moving and he moaned with each
               movement. I sat straight up on top of him and watched the
               expression on his face when he came. My pussy ground against
               his body. When I did that he said with a smile in his voice
               "You cunt, you know just what to do to turn Daddy on." I
               could feel his hardness soften, but he remained in me. Cum
               oozed out of my pussy as I rocked some more.

               I leaned down and kissed him and said, "I wanted to make you
               feel good Daddy."

               Finally he pulled out. I sat back on my legs beside him on
               the bed. His cock glistened with cum. I wondered as I sat
               there if all little girls were so lucky to have a Daddy to
               love them like I did.

               He ran a nice bubble bath for me again, just like the first
               time. He told me that we had to be very careful. I had to
               make sure that I didn't have any signs of our love on me.

               "Make sure you wash your pussy good baby, if you don't
               people will be able to smell the scent from cum on you
               later." he said.

               I thought that sounded strange, but I did as he told me to.
               I didn't want anything to prevent Daddy and me being
               together.

                                        Chapter 3

               My mom is a very domineering woman. She controls everything
               and everyone. All of our friends and neighbors make comments
               about how well behaved the three little McGowan children
               are. I don't know that it is necessarily because we want to
               be, as much as it is from the fear of what will happen if we
               aren't. We are, after all, normal kids.

               Whenever we go anywhere to visit Mom lectures the entire
               way. "I don't want any of you to ask for anything." she
               says. "You are to sit and behave, and remember your
               manners." she cautions us. When we arrive, she tells us as
               she points to the spot each of us is to sit until she's
               ready to leave, "Chuck, you sit here. Marybeth, you sit
               here. Billy, you sit here." If we are offered anything, we
               look to her for the nod that will either tell us it's ok to
               accept, or that we should politely decline.

               Although we're to act like little robots doing Mom's
               bidding, the way Mom treats Dad hurts the most. She treats
               him like dirt. I feel sorry for him. He deserves better.
               Daddy works hard to keep a roof over our heads. When Mom
               gets on one of her tirades, she yells and screams belittling
               remarks at him. Dad never yells back or even raises a hand
               to her. Sometimes I wish he'd speak up and tell her to shut
               up, but he never does. I guess I admire him for that. I bet
               any other man would have beat her or left her long ago.

               Their fights seem to be becoming a weekly ritual. Daddy
               needs me more now. I'm glad, because I love daddy more than
               anyone I can think of. I know I love him more than I love
               Mom. If anything ever happens between them and daddy leaves,
               I want to go with him.

               Christmas is only a couple days away. My excitement is
               growing. It is difficult to get to sleep at night thinking
               about it. Tonight it seemed like I had just drifted off when
               Mom's voice woke me.

               "Not tonight John. I'm too tired." She said in a disgusted
               voice.

               "You're always too tired lately." Dad said in a whispered,
               sad voice of disgust.

               "Well, we all have to make sacrifices now that I've gone
               back to work. You'll survive. If not, find someone who can
               give you what you want. I really don't care anymore." she
               said in a spiteful tone.

               I raised up, leaned on one elbow, and rubbed my eyes. Mom's
               back was turned toward me, and Daddy was laying on his back.
               He had the covers thrown off, and I could see he was naked.
               His cock was hard, and he was stroking it slowly. He raised
               his finger to his lips as he saw me, and gestured for me to
               "shhh." I laid back down and peered through the slit between
               the railing and the mattress. He kept stroking himself. I
               liked watching. It made me want to be in his arms.

               Mom was already asleep. Her light snoring filled the room.
               Mom didn't want to make love to Daddy anymore. I couldn't
               figure out why, it felt so good. I wanted to embrace all the
               love he had to give.

               I laid there watching for a while until I decided I really
               needed to use the bathroom. I quietly climbed down from my
               loft and tip toed carefully past my Mom.

               Daddy was standing in the door as I turned to leave the
               bathroom. He slipped inside and quietly shut the door behind
               him.

               "Daddy." I said in surprise.

               "Baby doll," he said in a sad, lonely voice. "Will you love
               Daddy tonight?"

               He sat on the edge of the tub and pulled me into his arms.

               "Oh baby, I need you so much." he said as tears came to his
               eyes.

               "Don't cry Daddy." I said. He sat me on his lap. My legs
               wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck. He
               started kissing me. His kisses were hard and wanting. His
               breath was hot, and he was breathing hard as he pulled one
               of my nipples into his mouth. He sucked rougher on my
               nipples than he had ever done before. It hurt, my nipples
               seem to be more tender than usual lately. I didn't complain
               because it still gave me that wonderful throbbing feeling
               inside that I longed for.

               Daddy reached down and slid his hard cock to the entrance of
               my pussy. He thrust himself up inside of me.

               "Oh," he moaned as he shuddered, "ride me baby doll. Make me
               feel good."

               I rode up and down on his cock. He guided me with his hands
               on my waist. His head bobbed up and down as his mouth
               remained clamped to my left nipple. He didn't seem
               interested in taking time to touch. He needed me now, needed
               to feel loved, and needed to give his love in return.

               My clit rubbed his shaft with every downward stroke. I was
               swollen, and throbbing hard.

               "Oh Daddy," I said, "I love you. I don't know if I can hold
               off this time, not making love like this. I'm so close."

               "That's okay baby, Daddy's gonna shoot his jism too." he
               replied.

               A few more thrusts up and down, and I felt his shaft swell
               just before he released the first shot of his creamy load
               into me.

               "Oh, oh, humph," he moaned quietly. I closed my eyes as the
               quivery crest of my orgasm over took me. The walls of my
               womanhood convulsed, taking my breath away.

               Daddy kissed my forehead gently and ran his fingers through
               my long, blonde hair. He whispered, "You are so good to
               Daddy. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you." He started
               crying softly.

               "You'll never lose me Daddy." I assured him. "I'm going to
               live with you forever."

               His frown turned to a smile, and he chuckled quietly as he
               wet a wash cloth and handed it to me. He instructed me to
               wash good.

               "We can't risk Mom hearing bath water running at this hour."
               he said. "Make sure you bath in the morning."

               I returned to my lofty perch on the top bunk beside my
               sleeping brother. Daddy followed a short while behind me.

               I laid there reliving the feeling of his mouth on my
               breasts, the feel of his tongue flicking over my nipples.
               The warm glow his love gave me made me feel like a real
               woman. I ran my fingers gently over my swollen breasts. My
               nipples were hard and the brown around them was crinkled. A
               slight stream of cum began running down my crack. It made me
               feel good to know that he loved me the way he'd love a
               woman, and not just like he did as his daughter.

               The next morning was Christmas Eve. "At last," I thought. I
               got up early and took my bath as Daddy had instructed. I was
               excited because we were going to get to open our Christmas
               presents tonight before we went to Grandpa and Grandma's in
               the morning.

               Mom had arranged for Daddy to take the boys out for the day.
               She said he was taking them shopping.

               I helped Mom clean house a little and get ready for present
               opening in the evening. We were making her bed together when
               she said, "Sit down. I want to talk to you." I did as she
               commanded, scared of what she wanted to talk to me about.
               Had she found out about Daddy and me I wondered. If she had,
               she had no right to be angry. She did tell him to find
               someone else, I heard her.

               "Marybeth, you aren't a little girl anymore. You're becoming
               a woman, your body is changing." she said.

               Dah I thought, like I couldn't tell I had these mammoth
               mounds hanging from my chest. They weren't there last year!

               She handed me a sack as she continued, "One of these days
               soon you're going to find blood in your under panties."

               "Yuck," I said. "Why?"

               "It's all a part of the process of turning into a complete
               woman. And a necessary process if you ever want to have a
               baby when you get married." she continued.

               I'm never getting married I thought. I'm staying with Daddy
               forever.

               "You are too large breasted to be running around without a
               bra."she scolded me.

               A bra? I didn't want to wear a bra. Heck, I really didn't
               want boobs at all except Daddy said men love tits.

               "I don't want to wear a bra." I protested.

               "I don't really care if you want to or not."she snipped.
               "You have to, you have no choice."

               I opened the sack. It contained a bra. A real bra. Not a
               training bra like the other girls wore. This thing had real
               cups. I looked at the size on the tag, and it said 32 C.

               "This is too big." I whined in protest.

               "No, it's not," she said, "put it on."

               "Now?" I cried.

               "Yes, now. If you don't wear a bra, your breasts will get
               sore, and you will eventually sag." she said as she
               continued her lesson.

               My breasts were already sore I thought as I picked the bra
               up to put it on. Much to my dislike the bra fit perfect. I
               filled the cups snugly. I didn't like it. It only
               accentuated the fact that I had breasts.

               Mom said, "See, What did I tell you. You are going to have
               bigger breasts than I have at the rate you're going."

               There was no way I could ever picture myself as having as
               big, or bigger, breasts than her. There was something else
               in the sack. I pulled it out. It was a package of under
               panties. These were special she'd said. They had a plastic
               lining in the crotch, and a place in the front and back to
               secure a sanitary napkin.

               "You are to wear these when you're on your period. They'll
               help keep your clothes from getting soiled. You will have a
               period every month," she said as she droned on with her
               lecture. "It can last anywhere from just a few days to 7 or
               10. Let me know when you see blood for the first time, and
               I'll make a calender up so you will know exactly when you
               can expect each month's cycle." she said as though it were
               some sort of holiday to celebrate.

               Yippee, I thought. What a wonderful Christmas gift, a
               'special friend lecture,' a bra, and panties to wear for my
               monthly visitor.

               Daddy returned with the boys early in the afternoon. My
               brother's blabbed that they hadn't gone shopping at all, but
               had gone out to visit Grandma and Grandpa. I would much
               rather have gone with them then had the lecture from Mom.

               It's always been sort of a tradition to have a nice pot of
               hot, yummy soup and sandwiches as a Christmas Eve supper.
               Mom had fixed my favorite, potato. She made it thick with
               bacon, broccoli, and cheese.

               We all were so excited we could hardly wait to open the
               gifts waiting for us under the small tree in the living
               room. It was kind of a scraggly tree, but we liked it. There
               weren't many gifts, but we were thankful for any at all. Mom
               knew we were excited, and I sometimes think she got some
               perverse pleasure from prolonging our misery.

               After cleaning up, we all gathered in our cramped living
               room. The three of us sat there in quiet anticipation. We
               knew we had to wait for the traditional speech from Mom.

               "Okay," she finally said, "which gift would you like to open
               first?" She asked, not really caring which one we really
               wanted to open. We were only going to get to open the one
               she chose first anyway.

               "John, give Chuck that gift in the back. Billy, this is for
               you," she said as she handed a wrapped box to him, "and
               Marybeth, this is for you."

               We sat there waiting for the okay signal from Mom. She
               finally gave her nod of okay. All three of us tore into the
               wrapped gifts. She watched with a smirk of a smile on her
               face as the excited smiles on our faces were replaced with
               disappointed frowns. Each of us had just unwrapped a gift we
               had received the previous year for Christmas.

               "Remember how badly you wanted these things last year? How
               much have you actually played with these things? She
               harangued us. There was no question as to whether we had
               taken good care of the things we had received. There would
               have been hell to pay if we hadn't. "You kids don't know how
               lucky you have it. There are kids in other countries that
               would love to have half the things you have." she scolded
               all three of us.

               There were times I didn't know when to keep my mouth shut,
               and I guess this was one of them. I piped up and said, "Send
               it to them then."

               Mom clenched her teeth together, and her face got fire red.
               I knew I was in trouble. I looked at Daddy, and he had a
               smile on his face. I could tell he found humor in the
               statement.

               Mom said, "Watch your mouth. I think puberty is turning you
               into quite a little bitch."

               We finished opening the few real gifts we had. Chuck got a
               really cool Mighty Moe Cannon that shot a hard plastic
               cannon ball. The ball was about the size of a croquet ball.
               We had lots of fun the rest of the evening despite my
               mother's attempt to make us all feel down.

               Bedtime was early because we had to get up and get around
               for our holiday at Grandma's the next day. It took forever
               for me to get to sleep.

               The next morning we were getting around to leave. Chuck had
               been fooling around with his Mighty Moe, and had hung a
               blanket over the opening to my parent's bedroom door. Mom
               was just coming through the door when he fired off the
               cannon. It struck Mom squarely in the eye. I will never
               forget the expression on her face for the rest of my life.
               Her eye got black immediately, and I figured we'd all pay
               the price, but to my surprise she took it well. I couldn't
               help but think that maybe it was just a little pay back for
               the way she treated us the evening before.

               There had been a mini ice storm in the night. It made
               everything look so pristine. The trees were encased in
               crystal covers. Daddy had to drive very slowly. I wasn't
               scared. I knew I was always safe when he was in charge. I
               leaned forward and rested my chin on the back of the front
               seat beside Daddy.

               "Aren't the trees beautiful?" I said in awe.

               "Yes baby doll. It's like a winter wonderland out there."
               Daddy replied.

               "Sit back." Mom commanded, ruining the moment.

               Christmas at Grandma and Grandpa's was always special. They
               had a really big fresh-cut tree. Each branch was weighted
               down with old-fashioned ornaments, big, bright lights, and
               lots and lots of sparkling silver tinsel. There were gifts
               piled high beneath it. Real gifts, not fake ones. Something
               for all of us.

               But, the best part of Christmas at Grandma and Grandpa's was
               seeing my cousins. My dad's sister Barb and her husband Bob
               and their four kids, Rick, Sara, Tom, and Don, always came
               out from the city. I envied them because they lived in a
               city. It seemed like they got to go more and see and
               experience things that we couldn't living in the boonies.
               Maybe it wasn't that as much as it was they didn't have a
               mother that was so strict. Needless to say, Mom never has
               anything good to say about Aunt Barb. But, I like her. I
               think she's cool.

               I have a terrible crush on my cousin Rick. Rick and Chuck
               are the same age. He likes me too. He always wants to see my
               tits. Even last year when I didn't have any, wait till he
               sees them now!

               Everyone sat around talking. Catching up on new news and
               reminiscing about old times. There wasn't an empty seat to
               be had, so us kids sat around on the floor.

               Aunt Barb and Uncle Bob weren't really married, but no one
               ever made an issue of it, except of course Mom. He wasn't
               Rick's biological father either, but he treated him like he
               did the other three. Uncle Bob is a character. He is your
               stereotypical truck driver. He brags too much, loves too
               many women, drinks too much beer, and chews tobacco. Oh,
               yeah, I almost forgot, he has a terrible stuttering problem
               too. It intrigues me to listen to him stammer. When he gets
               stuck on a word, sometimes I wonder if he'll figure it out
               or just give up. So far, I've never heard him give up no
               matter how long it's taken him to spit the word out. He
               always wants to hold me on his lap.

               "Why don't you come over here and sit on your Uncle Bob's
               lap, honey?" He made me feel uncomfortable, but I knew Mom
               was watching, and I was expected to mind my elders. Daddy
               sat on the other side of the room and, I could tell he
               didn't like it. Uncle Bob said, "You're getting to be quite
               a young lady." His hand was cupped under my breast, and he
               swayed his leg back and forth across my clit. I think he
               knew exactly what he was doing, but no one could make me
               feel as good as Daddy does. He kissed my cheek. Yuck, I
               hated it when he did that. His breath smelled like beer and
               tobacco.

               Mom had to open her moth and say, "Yes, she is growing up
               fast. She's got her first bra already."

               God, she always had to tell people all the embarrassing
               things.

               "And," she continued, "I think her monthly cycle is about to
               start soon."

               I could feel my face flush from the humiliation.

               "You're getting boobies?" Uncle Bob asked. As if he didn't
               know. He'd been fondling them since I got on his lap.

               Finally Daddy said "I think you kids should go play." I was
               never so glad or relieve to hear those words, and I
               anxiously obeyed his command.

               We all left the adults to their conversation and disappeared
               up stairs to play hid and seek. There was a big, dark,
               walk-in closet, lit only by a singular bulb that hung from
               the center of the ceiling. There were lots of neat treasures
               to be discovered. That's where Rick, Chuck and I headed to
               hide. The door to the closet lacked a door knob, leaving a
               nice hole to keep watch.

               We hadn't been in the closet long when Rick said, "Marybeth,
               show me your tits. They've really grown. Chuck," he
               continued, "you keep watch."

               Chuck turned and knelt to watch for unwanted visitors. I
               slipped my sweater off, exposing my bra filled to
               overflowing with my breasts. Rick's eyes got huge. He walked
               over and started massaging them through the fabric of my
               bra. It felt good, and I wanted more. He walked behind me
               and undid the hooks freeing my tender, swollen nipples. He
               rolled each between his finger tips. Then he unsnapped his
               pants and exposes his cock. I was surprised. His cock was
               hard, and I almost wanted to laugh. I guess I expected a
               cock the size of a man's instead of that of a 13-year-old
               boy. I reached down and started stroking him like I did
               Daddy. Then Rick said, "turn around and bend over." I leaned
               over some boxes and he took his cock and started humping my
               pussy doggie style. I could barely feel it. It wasn't long
               until I could feel the wetness from his ejaculation. Not
               nearly like that of Daddy's. But, I liked it because he
               liked me. All this times my brother kept his vigil. He never
               tried sneaking a peek or even acting like it phased him.
               Chuck is different. I worry about him. We put our clothes
               back on and rejoined the family as though nothing had
               happened.

               The day was long and tiring. My cousins were leaving the
               next day, and wouldn't be making a trip back until school
               was out in the summer. Then they would bring Rick up to
               spend the summer with Grandpa and Grandma. Mom was bitter.
               She accused Grandma of picking Rick and Chuck as her
               favorites. I never felt she showed partiality.

               We didn't leave till late and I ended up falling asleep in
               the car on the way home. Daddy carried me in and laid me on
               the top bunk. Dead to the world, I never woke up till the
               next morning.

               When I awoke, I ached all over. I was grumpy and just wanted
               everyone to leave me alone. I went to take my bath. As I
               undressed, I discovered it. Just as she had said would
               happen. There was bright red blood in my panties. I debated
               whether I should tell Mom, but I knew she would see my
               soiled panties. I cracked the bathroom door and called for
               her. She'd already bought the necessary supplies, and she
               brought me a pair of my 'special' under panties for my
               wonderful new friend. My stomach hurt, I just wanted it to
               go away.

               Mom left the bathroom and finished getting ready for work.
               Dad didn't have to work, and he would watch us.

               The weather was too nasty outside so my brothers busied
               themselves with indoor activities. I sat on Dad's lap under
               a blanket and watched TV with him. Daddy Kissed and cuddled
               with me. He was so loving. He told me we'd have to take more
               precautions with our love making from now on. Now that I was
               a full woman. I could tell his cock was hard and he was
               horny as he talked to me.

               "Daddy, do you want to make love now?" I asked, not really
               feeling up to it, but wanting to please Daddy, I'd do it for
               him.

               "Yes, Daddy wants to make love to you very badly, but I know
               my pumpkin doesn't feel good, and now really isn't a good
               time." he said.

               I leaned my head back on his shoulder. Dad fondled my tender
               breasts gently. They felt feverish to touch. He went and got
               me an aspirin for the aching, then continued to cuddle and
               caress me. I think my nipples are harder than they've ever
               been. His finger tips lightly grazed across them. It sent
               shivers of wanting in me.

               He unzipped his pants beneath the cover, and pulled his
               fully erect cock free. I began stroking him, and he
               whispered, "Just jack me off baby."

               "Oh Daddy's you're so hard. Tell me what it feels like when
               it throbs." I asked, eager to learn how it felt to him.

               "Yes, darlin, it's really hard. My balls are full of cum
               that needs released. When I'm hard and throbbing like this,
               sometimes it feels like I can't fuck hard enough or long
               enough. I just want to be inside of you. I want to feel your
               love hole tight around me." he said. "You like that too,
               don't you baby?"

               "Mmmm, yes," I said as I continued to stroke him.

               I closed my eyes and made a mental recording of how
               wonderful his strong, hard cock felt. It was huge compared
               to Ricks. I could feel the hard ridges his muscle made under
               his skin, and trailed my finger up the underside lightly
               over the big vein that popped out. He flinched and moaned.

               "Daddy," I asked with a question in my voice, "were you
               watching Uncle Bob yesterday at Christmas?"

               "You mean when he was playing with your tits? Yeah, I saw
               it." he answered.

               "I didn't like it, Daddy. It wasn't anything like I feel
               when you touch me." assuring him.

               "I know baby. It's like I told you. Men love boobs, and you
               have a pair that knock them dead. Don't let Uncle Bob bother
               you. He's a harmless ass hole."

               His choice of words surprised me, I'd rarely heard my dad
               curse, and even more rarely seen him drink.

               His cock was seeping precum and it was really slippery. I
               started varying my rhythm. I'd speed up and slow down. I'd
               pull his foreskin back all the way then pull it all the way
               over the head allowing more lubricant to ooze out. I longed
               to feel him inside me. Daddy ran his hand up my leg. I
               instinctively spread them, wanting his fingers inside of me.

               "Please Daddy," I whispered, "I want you so bad. I'll never
               turn you away like Mom does."

               "Oh baby," he moaned, "it'll be messy."

               "So, messes can be cleaned up. I've heard you say that
               hundreds of times." I slipped my panties off.

               "Oh. . ." he said breathlessly as I sat on his lap. "You're
               Daddy's cunt."

               My back was to him, and he held his juicy cock up and easily
               slid it in my slippery pussy. The combination of all his
               precum and the blood from my period he glided smoothly and
               easily into my warm, wet love canal.

               I leaned back against his hairy chest. His hands cupped my
               breasts while he bucked his hips as he fucked me.

               My brothers passed through the living room for various
               things a couple of times. Daddy would stop thrusting and
               just pretend to be holding me. I could feel him make his
               cock move with his stomach muscles. It only made me hotter
               and desire him more. I didn't know what it was, but I wanted
               to be fucked like I'd never been fucked before, too. Maybe
               it has something to do with being a real woman now and my
               hormonal surge during my period.

               Daddy was close. I could feel his thickening. I was at the
               brink too.

               "Don't make too much noise." Daddy admonished as he thrust a
               few more times and silently released his load of cum. His
               breath was hot on my neck. He was good at sensing when I was
               close. Having to stifle our desire only succeeded in
               increasing the effects of the rapture.

               I collapsed in Daddy's lap. His cock still in me.

               "I wish I could keep my cock in you forever," he whispered.
               "You like being my lover don't you, huh?" he asked.

               I turned around, looked in his eyes and said, "Yes, I love
               you." I leaned down and kissed him long and hard.

               Daddy picked me up in the blanket and carried me into the
               bathroom. He started water for a nice refreshing bath. His
               cock was streaked with blood, and blood diluted with his
               thick cum ran out of me.

               The monthly calendar Mom made was hanging on the door. She
               had quickly scratched a big red 'X' on the date the
               following month when I should expect my next period.

               "What's this?" Dad asked.

               I told him and he said, "Well, the bitch doesn't do too much
               right, but this was a good idea. It will help us know when
               we have to be more careful."

               "How?" I asked, "and what do we have to do to be careful."

               "Usually two weeks before you start your next period, you
               release an egg, and it's at that time if one of Daddy's
               squiggle tad poles meets one of your eggs, that you can get
               pregnant. But," he continued, "I have something special to
               keep that from happening."

               Oh great I thought, not another special friend type lecture.

               "They're called rubbers." he said. Then he reached up in the
               cupboard and got a package out. "This is a rubber." He
               opened the package. His cock had gotten hard just explaining
               it to me. He held the rubber on the tip of his cock as he
               unrolled the sleeve down his shaft. I sat on the stool and
               he walked up to me. I started stroking him while I watched
               the rubber get thinner at the tip as I stroked down. I
               thought it was going to break, but it didn't. The precum
               kind of made tiny bubbles beneath the rubber film over his
               mushroom head.

               "Suck me Marybeth." he coaxed. "Suck my rod."

               I opened my mouth over his rubber-covered cock. He thrust
               his hips back and forth forcing his cock in and out of my
               mouth. I took my fingers and gently played with his balls.
               They were full and heavy again.

               "Yeah, rub Daddy back there." he said indicating the thick
               expanse between his balls and his rectum. Dad bucked harder
               as he reached down for the nipples he loved so much. His
               hips moved faster and faster and I could feel the hot liquid
               he shot as it hit the thin rubber barrier.

               "Oh, you fucking cunt." he said. "You are so good."

               I watched as he removed the rubber. It stretched from the
               weight of the cum he had just deposited in it. I rolled the
               end of the bag between my fingers. It was slippery and I
               liked the way it felt.

               "Darlin, those are all of Daddy's unborn babies." he said as
               he flushed it down the stool.

               I got in the tub, and this time Daddy washed me very
               lovingly and gently. I think I shocked him when I said,
               "Daddy, can I have your baby?"

               "Baby, people don't understand relationships like ours. They
               think it's bad." he said. "They would never understand or
               accept a situation like that."

               "Our relationship isn't bad Daddy. Having a relationship
               like you and Mom have is bad. I want it, and someday I want
               to have your baby."

               He said, "We'll see baby."

               I think he probably thought the topic was a little too much
               for me to understand. It was okay. I was content to be
               Daddy's lover and little girl.

                                        Chapter 4

               As the days and weeks passed, Daddy and I became even
               closer. Our loving encounters became more frequent and more
               openly daring. We made sure to consult the calendar Mom had
               made and always used a rubber during the dangerous times. I
               hate those things. They take away the wonderful feeling of
               Daddy's smooth cock against my hard clit.

               Mom and Dad grew further and further apart. They hardly ever
               had sex anymore, and when they did it was under much protest
               from Mom. There were serious discussions about divorce. Part
               of me longed for that. I could be with Daddy and we could
               openly express our feelings for each other.

               Summer was finally here. I was beginning to accept the fact
               that no matter how much I disliked having my special friend
               visit, there wasn't anything I could do about it. The
               cramping became less and treatable with Tylenol. Mom's
               attitude definitely changed toward me after my periods
               started. She became stricter, if that's possible, and more
               spiteful. She was paranoid that I was out there giving
               sexual pleasure to every man that came along. I thought it
               was funny, if only she knew I was fucking her husband, my
               dad, how ironic. In her eyes I was a little slut. It was
               difficult to get permission to go anywhere or do anything
               with my girlfriends from school. There were weekly threats
               to send me away to a girl's school ". . . where they could
               handle girls like you . . . ," I'd hear over and over. I
               never knew what would trigger one of her verbal attacks. Now
               I know how Dad feels when she goes off on a tangent with
               him.

               Something else was changing about me too, my body was
               beginning to become more defined, less like a little girl
               and more like a woman. I surveyed my body as I stood naked
               in front of the full-length mirror in my room. My hips were
               a little rounder, and I had more pubic hair. My breasts were
               perfect round, firm mounds. I guess the bras were helping.
               The change was really apparent when I put my bikini on from
               last summer. "Oh my," I thought. My breasts poured out of
               the tiny top. It barely covered my areolas. It was obscene,
               but I liked it, and so would the guys. That was something
               else I notice. I noticed guys noticing me. Daddy was right,
               guys like tits.

               "Whoa!" Daddy said as he walked past my room and saw me
               standing in my bikini. He whistled and said, "Damn baby
               doll, you give me an instant hard on."

               He came into the room, and I turned around and modeled for
               him. He liked it when I strutted in front of him. Lots of
               times I'd dance, making sure my tits jiggled. He would usual
               sit in a chair and rub his crotch through his pants.

               "Guess I have to get a new one for this summer, huh." I said
               as I cupped my breasts that bulged out over the top.

               "Not on my account baby."

               He walked into my room and pulled me into his arms. I felt
               his stiff cock against my pelvis, and I pushed my pubic
               mound harder into him.

               "See what you do to me." he said.

               "Oh, I know," I said in a sexy whisper, "and I like getting
               you fucking hard."

               We kissed passionately, our tongues dancing together. He ran
               his finger tips under the bra of my bikini, grazing against
               my nipples. His touch sent hot shivers of desire through me.
               I moaned in pleasure. My areolas were crinkly and my nipples
               stood fully erect. I was getting moist between my legs.

               "I want to fuck you now, you know that don't you?" he said
               in a raspy voice.

               "I know, and I want you too, Daddy," I said breathlessly.
               "Let's make love, let's fuck." I whispered.

               We closed and locked the door to my room. No one was home,
               but we never knew when someone would show up. My brother's
               usually got home first, but they ignored whatever was going
               on in the house as long as they had their TV.

               Daddy quickly took his shorts and shirt off. He laid down on
               my bed, his erect cock stood proudly in the air. I turned
               the radio onto my favorite station for background noise, and
               strutted over to the edge of the bed.

               "Tell me what you want Daddy." I teased as I slid my bikini
               bottoms off. "What do you want your naughty girl to do?"

               "You know what I want, you cunt. I want you to ride my face.
               I want your tight, pink pussy in my face. I want to spread
               your wet lips apart and suck your little clitty. I want to
               plunge my tongue into your hot honey pot like I do my cock
               and drink your sweet nectar. I want to smell your scent." he
               said breathlessly.

               "Ohhh, but Daddy," I teased more, "what about these?" I
               displayed my firm tits as I released them from the bra of my
               bikini top. I stood there and rolled my hard, erect nipples
               between my finger tips. I stretched and pulled each one
               straight out, holding the weight of each just by the
               nipples. Daddy moaned and started stroking his shaft.

               "You like watching me stroke my cock don't you baby?" he
               questioned.

               I loved watching him jacking off. He jacked off a lot. I
               caught him doing it many times. I know he knew I was
               watching. He liked showing off for me.

               "Baby give me that hot snatch now." he demanded.

               I knelt on the edge of the bed and leaned down and kissed
               his hungry lips. He was still stroking, varying the rhythm
               while thrusting his hips. I dangled my tits in his face, and
               he gyrated more. His tongue was hot on my nipples.

               Daddy's other hand spread my pussy lips apart. He flicked
               his fingers over my clit. Then plunged two inside of me and
               finger fucked me.

               "It tickles so much when you do that. It drives me crazy." I
               cried.

               I turned to straddle his face, and he quit stroking his
               shaft to explore my moist mound. I stroked his shaft for a
               few more strokes. Finally, I couldn't wait any longer, I had
               to taste the salty nectar of the pre-cum oozing out of his
               penis. I turned my tongue sideways and worked down inside
               his slit, opening him a little. I raised up and ran the
               helmet of his cock over my right nipple. Pre-cum glistened
               on my areolas. I licked down the underside of his shaft
               along the thick vein that pops up so predominantly when he's
               completely hard. I sucked gently on each of his balls. They
               were heavy with unspent cum. My tongue traveled back
               further, teasing every lick of the way. I licked the thick
               expanse between his balls and rectum. Daddy moaned from what
               I was doing, and from the pleasure he derived from eating my
               pussy.

               "Marybeth, I wanna fuck that tight hole of yours. I want to
               pound my cock deep inside you and feel your pussy stretched
               around my rod." he said with urgency.

               He slid me down his chest. A trail of cum moistened the hair
               on his chest and stomach. With my back still toward him, I
               raised up and rubbed the head of his shaft around my
               swollen, hard clit.

               "Oh, Daddy, that feels so good. Your cock is huge. You need
               fucked bad."

               I ran his shaft up and down my slit, not letting him in yet.
               Every time the helmet of his cock was at the entrance to my
               pussy he tried thrusting up, but I raised up higher, and
               moved his cock back up to my clit.

               "Oh, you teasing cunt, not going to let Daddy in today?" he
               asked breathlessly. His hands grasped my waist.

               "Not yet." I said as I smiled and looked over my shoulder at
               his smile..

               I turned around and sat on his stomach. Pussy juice was
               still running out of me from the expertise of his tongue and
               fingers. My tits ached for his mouth, and my clit throbbed
               in anticipation. I liked to tease, but in reality I couldn't
               hold out too long. Daddy knew that, so he let me play my
               game with him. He grabbed a breast in each of his big hands.

               "Oh, baby, you know what I like. Mmmm, your gorgeous tits. I
               can't get enough of them." he said as he hungrily sucked
               alternating nipples. He sucked and bit them gently at first,
               and then harder and more demanding. He could almost bring me
               to orgasm just by stimulating my tits. My breasts are super
               sensitive.

               I whispered in his ear, "You make me throb when you suck my
               tits like that. I want you in me now."

               "Oh, but you said not yet. What happened?" he teased.

               "Mmmm, you know what happened." I smiled as I kissed his
               neck.

               I'd just begun riding him up and down, when he asked, "When
               is your next period baby?"

               "Oh Daddy," I moaned, "do we have to think about that?"

               "I've told you over and over that we have to be careful." he
               admonished.

               "I know, but I hate those things. Can't we just do it this
               way for a while? You can pull out." I flirted as I kissed
               his nose.

               "You make it hard to say no when you have me inside of you,
               and you're doing that."

               "Doing what?" I said innocently.

               He quickly rolled me over. I giggled as he said, "You
               tease." He raised my legs in the air and held me by my
               ankles. My legs were spread wide apart. His massive shaft
               found the heat of it's target, my wet pussy hole. He slowly
               slid in and out, over and over. I bent my head up and
               watched. He gradually built up momentum until our bodies
               were slapping together and our juices made erotic squishy
               sounds. He slowed his rhythm again and said, "Ohhh, that's
               so nice, so tight."he moaned as he closed eyes for a second.
               "Play with your tits baby." he added.

               I pushed them together, and stretched the nipples up toward
               him. My hips moved to meet his every thrust. I could feel my
               orgasm mounting.

               "Daddy, I'm gonna cum. Oh god, I can't stop" I moaned.

               "Its okay baby let it go."

               He pumped faster and harder again as he felt me hit my
               crest. Deeper and deeper. I felt like I was on a roller
               coaster on a downward slope. My vaginal walls quivered
               against his shaft.

               "Can you feel that Daddy?" I asked breathlessly.

               "Oh, god yes. You're so tight, how could I not. It feels
               like your pussy is sucking my shaft back into you. I want to
               cum so bad inside you. You know that don't you?" he said.

               "Do it Daddy." I begged.

               "No baby, it's too dangerous."

               After my orgasm was spent, he pulled his shaft out of me and
               sat gently on my stomach, supporting his weight on his
               knees. He pushed my tits together, holding them by the
               nipples, and began sliding his shaft between the warm tunnel
               they created. I loved seeing his cock come toward me.

               He raised up a little and said, "Baby, stick a finger in my
               ass." I wasn't sure about that. I'd never done it before,
               but Daddy had never done anything to hurt me. I hesitantly
               did as he requested. At first, I just lightly ran my finger
               tip over the crinkled skin around his rectum. I slowly
               pushed my middle finger against the opening. There was some
               resistance.

               "Don't be scared baby. It's ok." he assured me.

               I pushed my finger in further and further. Daddy shuddered.
               I felt a hard bulge toward the front and pushed lightly on
               it. More pre-cum oozed out of his shaft when I did that. I
               teased the head of his purple helmet with my tongue as my
               finger fucked his ass. In and out.

               "Oh baby, I'm gonna blow." he groaned. The veins in his neck
               extended as his face contorted from the force of his
               release. Streams of creamy white cum sprayed in my face.
               Each stroke delivered another stream of the warm, salty
               juice. Cum was in my hair, eyes, mouth, and all over my
               tits. Daddy leaned forward so I could suck the cum off his
               dripping cock. I sucked him deep in my throat, as I teased
               the sensitive tip with the underside of my tongue.

               "Oh, baby that was good." he said as he collapsed beside me.

               Daddy held me in his arms, caressing and kissing me as his
               heart slowed. I liked laying in his arms. He was so strong.
               He felt safe. My foot ran up and down his leg, and I ran my
               finger's through the wonderful hair on his chest that I
               loved so much.

               "You're so good to me baby." he told me.

               He always told me that. I don't know why. I felt he was
               being nice to me.

               "Well," he said, "we better get cleaned up."

               "I'm going to lay out and get some sun." I said. I put my
               bikini on again and headed for the patio.

                                        Chapter 5

               It was a beautiful spring day. The sun felt wonderful, that
               warm, cozy, fuzzy, relaxing kind of warmth.. It wasn't long
               until I had fallen asleep, content from the wonderful orgasm
               that Daddy and I had just shared

               Mom came home and caught me laying out on the deck in my
               skimpy bikini, and the proverbial 'shit hit the fan!' I was
               jolted awake by Mother's screams, "Marybeth, you little
               slut, get your ass in this house NOW!

               My heart pounded in fear. I knew I was in for it good this
               time. I was shocked when I heard my dad say, "Ann, settle
               down! She hasn't done anything wrong."

               "Don't you raise your voice to me," Mom screeched at Dad.
               "Why are you defending the little whore. What do you think
               our neighbors are going to think?"

               Mom was always worried about what the neighbors, or everyone
               else was going to think. Our house was two houses from a
               small church, and we were never allowed outside of the house
               on Sundays until long after church was dismissed.

               While they were arguing, I ran to my room and changed my
               clothes. I could hear them fighting in the livingroom below
               my bedroom.

               "Why do you let her run around like that? At the rate she's
               going, we're going to find ourselves straddled with another
               kid to raise. That's just what we need!"

               "For god's sake, Ann, the girl was just laying out in a
               bathing suit in her own backyard. Quit carrying on." he said
               in a slightly raised voice.

               "How dare you tell me what or what not to do. I'll act
               whatever the hell way I want to act. Anytime you don't like
               what I have to say, or the way I say it, you can get the
               hell out." she bellered.

               "Ann, I have had about enough. I'm sick of it. If you think
               you can handle things on your own, then I'm out of here.
               But, if you can't agree to this parting civilly, for the
               sake of the kids, you will find yourself with the biggest
               fight on your hands you've ever seen. If you think I'm
               joking, try me. I have set back long enough, and I'm tired
               of it." he finished.

               I could hardly believe my ears. I had never heard Dad speak
               up like that before. I got a lump in my throat and a
               terrible sick feeling in my stomach. I listened for awhile,
               and then I couldn't take anymore. I ran down stairs. Dad was
               gathering up his clothes. I started crying, "Stop it you
               guys! Why do you ha ve to do this."

               "You mind your own business you little bitch." mom said
               through tightly clenched teeth. "You've caused enough
               trouble today. It's your dad's choice. He doesn't want to
               stay around here anymore, so good riddances."

               I ran back to my room in tears and threw myself onto my bed.
               Daddy came to my room before he left. He sat on the edge of
               my bed, he gently rubbed my back as he softly said, "Hey
               pumpkin, none of this is your fault. Your mother and I have
               had problems for years."

               I turned around and flung myself into his arms. "But I don't
               want you to leave Daddy. Please. . ." I begged.

               "Baby doll, I'm not leaving you. I'll always be here for you
               and your brothers. I'm going to get a place here in town.
               You can see me every day. The only reason I've stayed this
               long is because I figured it was better for you kids to have
               two full-time parents living in the house. But," his voice
               started cracking, "this situations not good for any of us."

               "But Daddy. . ." I cried. It felt as though my heart were
               going to rip from my chest.

               "Oh, baby, I know it hurts a lot now, but isn't it better to
               get all the hurt over now so we can finally find some
               happiness?" he reasoned. "I know you are a bright girl, and
               I'm counting on you to be brave for me."

               "But Daddy, you're leaving us with her! I hate her." I said
               with all the conviction in me.

               "Darling, don't talk like that. She is, and always will be,
               your mother. Unfortunately she is suffering from mental
               illness and depression. She really can't help the way she
               acts. I do know, and you have to believe this, your mother
               loves you very much."

               "She doesn't act like it." I said. "You don't say mean
               things like she says to me if you love someone."

               "Marybeth, it's always the one's we love that we hurt the
               most sometimes. Can you understand that?" he asked.

               "I don't know," I sobbed. "I just know I don't want you to
               go."

               "It will only be for a couple of days at the most." he said.
               Then he whispered in my ear, "Do you think I could leave my
               lover?" and he kissed my neck. "Now please promise me you'll
               be strong. Do what your mother says. It would probably be
               best if you made yourself scarce for the rest of the day.
               Stay in your room as much as possible. Now, I have to go. I
               love you very much." he gave me a kiss and walked out of my
               room and down the stairs. I don't think I'll ever forget the
               sight or the sound of his footsteps as he left.

               I ran to the window of my bedroom and watched as Dad put the
               last of his belongings into the trunk of the car. He looked
               up at my window, smiled, waved, and gave me a wink. A couple
               seconds later the car disappeared out of sight. I felt as
               though my whole world had come to an end. I laid on my bed
               and silently sobbed myself to sleep.

               Mom's voice calling us to supper startled me awake. I
               thought it had all been a bad dream, but my swollen, puffy
               eyes told me otherwise.

               We all gathered around the table and the silence was
               deafening at first, it was broken when Billy asked, "Aren't
               we going to wait for Dad?"

               "Your father has decided that he no longer wants to be a
               part of this family or our lives." Mom said in a quiet,
               matter-of-fact tone.

               What a lie I thought. I wanted to scream, "You drove him
               away you wicked witch!" but I'd promised Daddy I would be
               good. The boys had both been gone and had missed the whole
               horrible incident.

               "This family is going to be fine without him, you'll se."
               she said. "Billy, hand me your plate. Would you like some
               carrots?"

               Both of the boys finished long before me and had asked to be
               excused. None of us were ever allowed to leave the table
               without first asking. I wasn't really hungry. I just sat and
               picked at the food on my plate, never making eye contact
               with Mom.

               "You might as well decide you're going to eat young lady.
               It's going to be a long time till morning. Things are going
               to change around here." she admonished.

               I knew there would be no way of freeing myself from her
               lecturing if I didn't clean my plate up. That was another
               MUST. Never take more than you can eat, and we always had to
               try a little bit of everything no matter how gross it was.

               Observing that I'd finally finished, she ordered, "Now go
               take your bath and get ready for bed. There are going to be
               lots of changes around here, and a lot of them are going to
               be you and the way you conduct yourself."

               I left the kitchen without answering and went to my room and
               gathered up my night gown and bath things. I sat on the edge
               of the tup and watched as the water poured out of the faucet
               and turned the raspberry bubble bath into fluffy, white
               foam. My mind recalled the time Daddy and I had made love in
               this very spot. The phone rang and I listened as Mom
               answered.

               "Hello? No, I don't think so. Don't you think you've caused
               enough problems in this family? Well, the kids are fine.
               They don't want to talk to you. I'm fine. We don't need
               you."

               I heard the slam of the receiver, and Mom's foot steps as
               she passed the bathroom door on her way back to the kitchen.

               The bath was warm and soothing, and I wished that Daddy's
               gentle hands were washing me as the had done so many times
               before. My fingertips grazed across my nipples, making them
               hard. I glided my hand down my stomach and parted the pouty
               lips of my pussy. I lightly flicked my sensitive clit. It
               felt so good. I slid two fingers inside of me and closed my
               eyes imagining Daddy's touch, his cock inside of me. My
               index and middle finger probed inside my throbbing pussy.
               Soon my heart began racing as I relived the sensation of
               Daddy's cock inside of me. I started rolling a nipple
               between my finger tips. I could feel my impending orgasm. My
               breathing quickened and the walls of my vagina began to
               convulse. I closed my eyes and silently moaned, "Daddy. . ."
               I lingered awhile longer in the tub before getting out and
               putting on my summer cotton nightie. I brushed my teeth,
               combed my hair, and joined my brothers in the livingroom.

               We sat quietly as we watched our favorite sit coms. Around
               8:30 Mom told us to march to bed. I was relieved to retreat
               to the safety of my bedroom.

               I turned my radio on to my favorite station and laid on my
               bed. The station started a tune by one of my all time
               favorite groups, The Beach Boys.

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               I guess I never listened to the words before, but t his time
               they hit home. The harmonic voices of The Beach Boys always
               seemed to send me to dream land. I fantasied about being a
               tanned California girl, turning all t he guys on. Our family
               was always going to take a vacation to California, but I
               guess that would never happen now.

               We hadn't been in our rooms very long before I heard the
               slam of the front door. I looked out my west bedroom window
               and watched as Mom made the jaunt to our neighbors. I had a
               perfect view right into their kitchen. Mom often times went
               over to play cards with the neighbor lady. Her husband
               worked nights too. With the coast clear, my brothers soon
               barged into my room.

               "What the heck is going on?" Chuck asked.

               "Mom and Dad got into a big fight this afternoon." I said.
               "It was awful. Dad actually fought back though."

               "Wow." Chuck replied. "Tell us more."

               "Mom came home and found me laying out in my bathing suit
               and got really mad. She started screaming at me and calling
               me all kinds of nasty names. Dad stepped in and defended me,
               which only fueled Mom's anger. But, I want you guys to know
               that Daddy didn't want to leave, and he said that he would
               get a place in town so we could see him everyday."

               Billy never said a word. He started crying. I hugged him and
               tried to reassure him. He was so shy and introverted. I
               worried about him.

               Chuck said "Hey, squirt, it will be okay. In fact, it will
               probably be lots better without their constant bickering and
               fighting."

               "That's what Daddy said." I told them. "He also said to try
               to avoid upsetting Mom. He thinks she really loves us deep
               down inside. She sure has a strange way of showing it." I
               said sardonically.

               "Marybeth," Chuck said, "Mom's crazy you know. That's what
               Grandma always says. Why do you think they never get along?"

               "Well, if she's crazy, does it make sense to leave three
               kids with her?" I questioned.

               Chuck was in high school and was very smart, scary smart. He
               was a straight "A" student. He continued to explain, "There
               are all forms of mental illness. People are often referred
               to as crazy or insane. Just because you are crazy doesn't
               mean you are incapable of taking care of yourself or
               others."

               "But, Chuck, the way she treats us, the things she says are
               all so mean and cruel." I said.

               "I know sis. But, you have to be strong and know that the
               things she says aren't really aimed at you."

               "It sure feels like it. It's really easy for you to say. It'
               s not you boys that she turns her anger on. It's me!"

               "Don't you think it affects all of us? Why do you think I
               spend so much time studying or reading? It helps me escape
               the reality of the situation."

               "All I know guys is, if I get a choice, I'm going to live
               with Daddy." I told them.

               "Don't desert Mom totally Marybeth. She needs someone too."
               Chuck defended just before he left to return to his room.

               I couldn't believe he could actually defend her. He could
               stay and put up with her moods and face the cutting remarks,
               but I wasn't going to.

               Daddy stopped the next day. I ran to meet him, flinging
               myself into his arms right out in public for everyone to
               see. I wasn't ashamed of my love for Daddy. The boys
               followed behind and stood staunch as Dad gave each a tight
               hug around the shoulders.

               "You guys okay?" he asked.

               Both boys said "sure."

               I asked, "Daddy, are you coming home?"

               "No pumpkin, I'm not. We talked about this yesterday,
               remember?" he said. "But, I have some good news. I have an
               apartment, and I'll only be six blocks away. Isn't that
               great?"

               "Sure." we all replied in unison.

               "I have an appointment set up with my lawyer tomorrow to
               work out visitation." he continued.

               "I want to live with you Daddy. Make sure you tell him
               that." I demanded.

               "Okay baby doll." he said as he leaned and kissed my cheek.
               "So, do you guys want to play some catch before I have to
               leave for work?"

               "Nah, that's ok." Chuck said. He really wasn't very
               athletically inclined at all. That's why he was only the
               assistant manager of the basketball team and not a player.

               "I will" I chirped up. I ran and got the gloves and the
               baseball. It was great having Daddy around, and I wanted to
               do everything I could to keep him there for as long as
               possible. Besides, there was a little bit of a tomboy side
               to me. Why not? It allowed me to be around the guys and I
               liked that.
