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 "Just A Little Lie" {Cantbuymy}Mf inc rom

   The year was 2006, June 2006 to be precise, which is pretty damn
important.  I was sitting in my Colorado home having a drink and looking at
the view and it is a magnificent view.  It should have looked better to me
but it didn't; but it was still ok.

   It was a nice time of day and the sun would be setting soon.  I did not
spend enough time here I thought.  Actually I hardly spent any time here at
all since the divorce.

   My name is Franklin Collins and I am a twenty eight year old rich kid. I
just had a birthday but no one came to the party.  There was no party.  I
am alone most of the time.  I am alone by choice.  I was and am a trust
fund baby.  It was the great grand parents that made the money but everyone
was dead now.  I was the only one left.  You know what they say about
money. Money can't buy you love, but it sure as hell can buy you some hot
hookers.  But I never have anyone here; this is my home, my real home.

   I live in a nice house with three bedrooms, split level.  I have all the
toys.  I take lots of trips and I don't actually work.  I am well educated.
I know a lot of people and they pretend to like me, maybe they do, I don't
really know.  I am not good at reading people.  I have been fooled before.

   A knock disturbs my solicitude.  I have far too much solicitude as far
as I am concerned.  As long as it is not a Jehovah's Witness, I will not
mind the company, if only briefly.

   Standing in front of me was a very severely dressed older woman and a
girl of maybe fourteen.

   "Mr.  Collins?" The woman asked.

   "Yes, I am he." I replied.

   "I have your daughter here with me.  You will have to take over now that
her mother has died." I was informed.

   "Fuck you asshole.  I hate your guts you bastard.  You killed my mother
and made our lives hell." The young girl said.

   Then the girl walked up and took a swing at me.  Other than the language
she was sort of cute.  She had this long flowing golden blond hair and long
coltish legs that went on forever under her short skirt, and was flat as a
board.  I had not seen her in over six years.  No she was not cute I
decided, she was now quite beautiful.

   "Nice to see you again, Julie." I said as I let her swing through and as
she lost her footing and her balance I grabbed her around the waist and
folded her arms around her front, like a mummy, and held her from the back.

   As a result of the beginning of this touching little reunion the woman
said:

   "May we come in?"

   And then she just walked into the house and into the front room.  I was
still holding a struggling and yelling Julie.

   "I just love this part of my job." She said.  "A loving reunion after a
prolonged absence; it does my heart good."

   "You do realize that Julie is not my daughter and her mother and I
divorced because of her adultery, don't you?  The court said Julie is not
my daughter." I told her.

   Still smiling she said:

   "The birth certificate shows you as the father and the department does
not care what the court said about parentage for the purposes of child
support or divorce.  They did not change the birth certificate, so you are
legally still her father.  Your lovely daughter still bears you name too.
You can see that the emotion of the moment appears to have clouded her
judgment.  Just give her time.  Don't like it, litigate.  In four or five
years you might win, or you might not."

   All this time a struggling Julie was calling to me:

   "You bastard!  You fucking prick!  I hate you."

   "This is a lovely home you have here Mr.  Collins and I presume that you
have sufficient room for your daughter."

   She continued, ignoring the apparent lack of warmth and love flowing
from Julie to me, and acting like everything was normal.

   "Now let's see that bedroom so that I can leave you two alone to catch
up.  I can see you have a lot to talk about." She said.

   For reasons unknown to me I simply carried a yelling Julie to the guest
bedroom and the woman looked around.  It was not actually a carry thing; I
held her like a mummy and sort of walked and dragged her with the woman. 
Julie would struggle, or kick, or just go limp, as the mood struck her. 
Apparently this did not effect her ability to cuss at me.

   "Yes, it is lovely.  Well I will get her clothes from the car and you
can start to play catch up.  I see that there is a lot you have to talk
about." She repeated and then finished.

   As I am still holding a struggling Julie, but now in the living room,
the woman returned with three large green plastic trash bags with clothes
in them and drops them on the floor.

   "They will need a wash, they stink.  You daughter could use a good soak
and a bath too.  She stinks." The woman said.

   "OK I played nice so what the hell do you think you are doing?" I said.

   By now Julie had calmed down and was just looking at both of us. 
Actually she kicked me as she looked at us, but as she was wearing tennis
shoes nothing much happened.  I grabbed her again and she struggled some
but gave up when she could not kick me in the balls by lifting her leg
backwards.  I had myself protected from that.

   "Listen asshole.  The department is overburdened.  We are under a
federal injunction to reduce overcrowding.  We are also a federal order to
place as many kids as possible.  I have almost one hundred children under
my alleged care.  My time is spent making sure they get fed and a place to
sleep and I do it eighteen hours a fucking day and only get paid for eight.
I have not seen my own kids in so long I expect my own damn agency to take
them away from me for neglect.  There are not enough beds and places to put
the children.  You are the father on the birth certificate and you are
therefore the father.  She obviously has some strong feeling about you and
after what she just did and said you have not raised a hand to her.  She is
safe here.  And there is the fact that the department does not have to pay
you for looking after your own child.  Here is a document from the
department making you her guardian for all purposes, just in case that
divorce court order is believed.  Now don't piss me off and ruin my good
fucking mood that this tearful reunion created!" The woman said.

   I was in a state of shock.

   "And you have an appointment with a counselor tomorrow, you both have to
be there." And with those words she handed me the appointment slip and
stormed out without looking back, got into her car and was gone.

   I turned and walked into a right hand slap from Julie.

   "You killed my mother." Julie screamed.

   "Julie I have no idea what you are talking about.  I never killed
anyone." I said.  "If you are hungry I can get you something to eat." I
added trying to change the topic.

   "Fine I want a heart and liver sandwich.  I want it fresh.  Yours will
do."

   Julie said and stormed up to what would be her room and began slamming
the door over and over.  The extremely loud music she was playing could
hardly be head over the noise of the slamming door.  Evidently she found
the "on" button to a lot of electronic devices in her room.

   I shook my head.  She needed to learn a lesson and I would teach her. 
Even if she was only fourteen she was going to have to learn some rules.

   I went into her room.

   "What the hell do you want asshole?" Julie demanded by screaming only
inches from my face.

   I said nothing as I just undid the pins and took the door off.  I
carried it to the garage.

   She decided to turn the music louder and turned on the TV at the same
time.  It was a well appointed room.

   I came in and unplugged the TV and it went next to the door in the
garage.  The source of the music was next, followed closely by the
computer.

   Next the furniture was taken out.  It had been a very, very, well
appointed room.  It was perfect for Julie and if she got herself together
it would be again.  These pieces I moved into another room so I would not
have to carry them up and down stairs.

   Soon the only thing left was the closet and the bed.

   "Now you will learn some rules.  I don't care how you lived before, you
will stop the cussing and making the noise.  I am sure you are hurting but
it is not like we are strangers, is it?  Now go into the bathroom across
the hall." I told her.

   I had obviously hit a nerve and she did what I said.  Old habits die
hard.  It was a lovely bathroom, suitable, as the room had been, for a
young lady.

   "Who has been using this place?  It is sick that you keep someone here
that uses this when we lived hand to mouth." Julie said.

   "Julie, now pay attention.  No one has used anything here.  No one has
ever stayed here or used this bathroom.  I change the soaps and everything
every month.  I have rose bubble bath, because I remember that you liked it
at one time and I always keep it here.  No one has stayed in the bedroom
you occupy.  No one has ever slept here in this house, except me and I
don't use these rooms.  Now get undressed and toss your things into the
hall.  I will have something for you to wear and there will be some sleep
wear, but not your size, but it will work until tomorrow." I said as I
left.

   That evening I checked and all of her clothes was outside the door.  I
hung a terry cloth robe on the door knob; it would be large for her.

   "I don't understand what he is doing?" Julie thought to herself.  "The
bedroom, this bathroom.  I understand his getting angry and taking things
away but why a bathroom with my favorites soaps, but from years ago.  Oh
well, I might as well enjoy a good soak.  And I really need to wash my
hair. He even has my hair products from so long ago.  Asshole!"

   When Julie was done she put on the robe and walked into her room.  There
was a tray with some food on it; along with a note.

   "It has been sometime but I remember you used to like this." The note
said.

   On the table was a large bowl of tomato soup and two grilled cheese
sandwiches but without the crust.

   "Did he really think this was all it would take?  Does he really think
that a bowl of soup and some melted cheese will do it?" Julie thought.

   She had to sit on the bed to eat, looking at the door less opening and
into the hall.  On the bed was a pair of sweats, and some sox, boxer
shorts, even a t-shirt.

   "Obviously he knows nothing about what a girl wears to bed." Julie
thought.

   I was downstairs putting load after load into the washer and then the
dryer.  She did not have all that much and it was pretty funky.  I put a
load in the dryer and when it was done I took it out and folded everything.
It had been a long time since I saw female underclothing of any type.  Even
the whores I used were undressed and in bed when I got in and were gone
when I got up.  But not here, never in this house, no one but me was ever
here, except now Julie is.

   If she had not been such a little punk I would have put it away in her
dresser.

   "Damn this is a nice room, nicer than anything I remember with my mom.
We had nothing but the walls and not much in the way of food.  This is a
nice feeling bed.  I think I will just put on the t-shirt, it is long and
go to sleep.  Despite everything, despite what I had done, despite my
guilt, I missed my mom." Julie thought as she fell asleep from exhaustion.
She kept her tears to herself.

   It took three hours but I was finally finished with the wash.  I had not
washed her clothes in six years and not much changed except the size and
the condition of the clothes.

   Why did she keep yelling at me?  What did I do to her?  What did I do to
her mother?

   That night I went to sleep for the first time in six years with someone
else in the house and it was my Julie, my baby.  That is not exactly right,
I hardly slept at all.  I was worried about my baby.

   I was up at five, as I usually was.  For some reason I felt great,
despite the lack of sleep.  Julie was back with me and I had missed her.

   I wanted to go for a run but I didn't; I wanted to be there when she
woke up.

   At seven I went upstairs and knocked on the door frame.  She looked up
with sleepy eyes and smiled and just as fast the smile went away and anger
filled her face.

   "What the hell do you want?" Julie demanded.

   "I was going to fix breakfast and I wanted to know if you wanted to eat
with me." I asked.

   "Sure, now you want to feed me.  Fuck you!" Julie said.

   Then thinking better of it she said: "Sure, fix me something, it will be
more than you have given me in six damn years."

   Now I was more than a little confused about these last statements but
she was upset and I went with the flow.

   Julie came down to breakfast wearing the sweats I left for her.  They
were way too big for her little body, but she did look cute, almost like
the little girl I loved so many years ago.  Truth be told, I still loved
her, despite all that happened.

   I did not ask what she wanted and within a minute of her sitting down
she had her blueberry waffles with blueberry syrup on the table.  She did
not smile or say thank you, but she ate with a good appetite.

   Then it was an egg and some bacon and milk.  She ate in silence.

   Seeing me looking at her she almost went back into anger mode.

   "What?" Julie asked, but with a hint of anger.

   "If you act with more reserve I will put the dresser and other furniture
back into the room.  If you piss me off you will be sleeping on the floor.
Your choice." I told her.

   She was angry but not a fool.

   "OK, no more noise or slamming of doors.  When do I get the TV and other
stuff back?" She said in response.

   "You get the furniture back in a few minutes so that you can put your
clothes away.  I washed them all and ironed some of them.  You need new
clothes.  The electronics and the door will come after you earned them with
good behavior." I told her.

   I left her in the kitchen and started moving the furniture back.  I had
one of those slide mats so it was easy to do.

   She came into the room with her clothes and I left her and got more and
brought them back up.  Setting them on the bed I told her that making her
bed was part of her job here and I expected it to be made daily and we
would talk about her other duties.

   "So I am your fucking maid?" Julie said.

   "Careful or there is always the floor to sleep on.  No you are not my
maid but neither am I yours.  I will cook, unless you want to.  I do the
wash and you will help.  I clean the house and you will too.  We have a lot
to do today.  I need a list of what you want to eat and we have to get
ready for the doctor visit this afternoon.  If there are any other feminine
products you need, we will get them today.  Tomorrow we will go shopping
for clothes.  And where the hell are the rest of your clothes?" I asked.

   "These are my clothes, all my clothes.  You think we had money to waste
on clothes when mom had to be a whore just to get food?" Julie said.

   "This man who I once called `dad' was a complete asshole.  He abandoned
us, and now wants to play father again.  Well fuck him.  I will take what I
need from him but I will hate him until I die and then I will piss on his
grave.  Damn I love my Daddy." Julie thought; and her mixed feelings made
it even harder on her.

   "I can use some new clothes but no `feminine' products as you say, I
don't have a period yet.  I can use some other things though.  Tomorrow is
soon enough." Julie told Franklin.

   The day passed slowly and Franklin did not have any difficulty in seeing
that his once daughter was going to be a beautiful woman.

   Even at fourteen she was still short of five feet and slightly built. 
She would not have her mother's huge tits or fat ass, but she would be a
beauty in her own right.  She was flat, with only slight bumps and did not
even need a training bra.  She had a tight little high ass and straight but
strong legs.

   But her face, that was the clincher.  She was beautiful with long blond
hair and perfect skin, not a blemish in sight.  She had a small nose and
the cutest little lips and deep pale blue eyes.  She was perfection.  It
was obvious that she would take after his side of the family.

   Then Franklin thought about what he thought and laughed to himself.  She
would not take after his family, she was not actually his.

   Julie wore a small skirt and top, which were well worn.  When he looked
askance at her Julie looked and said:

   "Goodwill.  We bought them last year.  This is my newest outfit." Julie
said with much bitterness.

   Franklin already knew that her panties were worn and some had holes in
them but the sizes he was not sure about as there were no labels on them.
Now he was sure, they were way too small, he could see that, as well as
what they were supposed to be covering up.  He should not look, but then
again, she was not actually his daughter, the court had said so when they
got the DNA, but she was beautiful and even sexy.

   Franklin let her watch some TV and he got ready for their meeting with
the doctor.

   "I want you to think about what you need to talk to the doctor about
today.  It is important.  You also need to start thinking about school and
if you want to go to a private school, a public school, or go away for
school." Franklin said.

   "So you want to get rid of me already?  Got a guilty conscious?" Julie
said, her anger rearing its head.

   "No Julie that is not what I want.  What I want is for you to be happy.
You never did anything to me and I have nothing against you, quite the
opposite.  What I want is for you to be happy." Franklin said.

   "If you felt that way why did you abandon us?  What did we do wrong? 
What did I do wrong?  I only did what mother said I should do.  I was only
eight years old!" Julie yelled with tears in her eyes.

   Franklin was perplexed by these statements but he let them go, until
they could see the doctor.  Maybe then he would get answers.

   During the day they kept to themselves, she watching TV and Franklin in
his office doing whatever he was doing.

   "Time to go." Franklin said.

   Julie, with her long legs showing in her much too short skirt and too
snug top went off to the doctor.

   "I had to admit that even with all that had happened she was still my
little girl.  Well maybe not all that little." Franklin said to himself.

   We had it set up to have a one hour appointment, actually fifty minutes.

   Julie spent the first hour yelling at me.

   "Fucking asshole.  You abandoned us.  We had no food, I wore used
clothing.  We were evicted twice and lost everything.  I never got a
birthday present or a Christmas present because we did not have enough
money.  I never got anything at Easter and we could never afford good
clothes to even go to church.  I hate you." Julie summed it up pretty well.

   Our hour was up but we got a second hour to allow me to speak.

   "Julie I loved you from the first moment of your existence.  I was only
a few days into being fourteen when you mother found me.  I don't know how
she knew but she did.  My parents and grandparents died in a plane crash
and I was left alone with the lawyers and a housekeeper.  I was financially
set, but what the hell does a fourteen know about that?

   "Your mother met me and we had sex.  Looking back I can't call it making
love because she never loved me.  I got my cock sucked when I wanted it." I
continued.

   "Sir, can we use more polite language, this is a young girl here." The
doctor said.

   "No, we fucking can't.  She had been cussing at me for over an hour and
I don't intend to make this anything but what it was; a sordid attempt to
get money for sex.  Her mother was a whore!

   "We started fucking almost immediately.  She was on the quiet about it
but after a month she told me she was pregnant.  She was in her twenties
and I wanted to marry her and have the baby.

   "The lawyers said NO and I said that if they did not agree I would fire
them when I was eighteen, as soon as I could.  They relented and I married
your mother.

   "I played with you in the womb by running my hands over your mother's
belly and taking to you.  I even sang to you then, and I was there when you
were born.  You were MY baby.  I changed you, I fed you, and I bathed you.
I played with you and walked you when you could not sleep.

   "YOU WERE MY BABY!" I said.

   "Well if I was your baby and all that is true why the fuck did you
abandon us?" Julie interjected.

   "You mother started cheating on me from the beginning and the month
after you were born I found out.  I knew it but I was only fourteen and I
had no idea what to do.  I had no life experiences to base my actions on. I
was in love and I thought it was forever.  I had no understanding about how
these things worked.  I had no parents, or even grandparents and the
lawyers were out.  I did not even have the housekeeper as she was fired by
your mother as soon as we were married.

   "I was alone, except for you!

   "I gave you all my love and affection.  You were the world to me.  You
are the world to me.  I can't turn off my love.

   "I held out for six damn years, until I was twenty two and then that was
enough.  It was enough because I found out something that killed any
attempt by me to get your mother to be my wife again.

   "For some reason the District Attorney decided to press rape charges
against your mother.  I think my lawyers put them up to it.  They hated
your mother as I did.

   "You were the evidence of her having sex with a minor BEFORE we were
married.  You were a full term baby born seven months after we married. 
That means that she got pregnant two months before we married and she was
having sex with a minor.  She was going to go to state prison.

   "Then the case fell apart.  You were proof but then you weren't.  They
did a DNA test and you were not my daughter and the DA had no proof, other
than me, that we had sex before I married her." I said.

   "I remember that day and the test.  They took something from my mouth
with a stick." Julie said softly.

   "I wanted you to be my father, you were the best father any of my
friends had, and then you weren't." Julie finished with a humbling cry.

   "We got a divorce.  Your mother was not entitled to any of the trust,
trusts are not community property.  The house we lived in was owned by the
trust and all of the money came from it.  I made an agreement with your
mother and she signed the papers and we were divorced.  She would have
gotten nothing anyway but she agreed.  I made that agreement to take care
of YOU!  If I interfered in any way, you and she would just disappear.  I
could support you but I could not see you or even have someone follow you
or take pictures of you.  I would not be able to see you until you were
fifteen.  I prayed every night that I would wake up and it would be your
fifteenth birthday.

   "Every night I dreamed of you, of all of the things we did together. 
Every night for six damn years you filled my dreams.  You filled them the
day before you arrived at my door and you filled them last night." I told
Julie and the doctor.

   "This is the paperwork for you first apartment.  It was a very nice two
bedroom on the second floor.  It was nicely furnished when I had the keys
given to your mother.  Here you can see the name of the owner.  The owner
is MY trust." Franklin told her.

   "You jerk!  You evicted us the month before Christmas.  How could you do
that to us?  We lost everything!" Julie cried.

   "Julie, you did not lose anything at all.  I paid your mother five
thousand dollars for a relocation allowance.  You moved into a nicer three
bedroom apartment.  It was a Christmas gift." Franklin said.

   "Gift my ass!  We had to sell everything to move and even my clothes
were sold.  We had no Christmas that year.  Not even a tree!  My mother had
to sell her body to get money for food and pay the rent!  Julie said.

   "Julie, you mother never had to sell anything to get money for rent or
food.  When she left she even sold all of the fixtures and appliances.  It
was a completely furnished apartment only three years old.  I had to
replace the stove, refrigerator, beds, furniture, everything was sold and
your mother kept the money.  She did not pay rent for two damn years, she
never did.  I gave her the place for free!  That is four thousand dollars a
month for the unit and she had it for free for two damn years.

   "Julie that is forty eight thousand dollars a year in rent that I gave
you and your mother for two years.  That is ninety six thousand dollars to
your mother and YOU in free rent.  If it had just been her she would have
gotten nothing.  I did it so that you would have a decent place to live."
Franklin said.

   "So you did it to rent it to someone else and then make money off of
mom!" Julie said.

   "I spent a lot of time getting ready for this meeting today.  Here is
the spread sheet for rent from that building.  Not once did you mother pay
anything.

   "And here is something else.  Not only was she getting free rent, I was
paying her one thousand dollars a month.  I did that so should would not
have to work full time and be able to stay with you.  That is an additional
twenty four thousand dollars.

   "Here is a record of the deposits into a special account I set up for
her.  See each deposit.  See how she took the money out in cash using her
debit card the next day after the deposit for each month?

   "And there is a second account, it is for you.  I love you no matter
what you think.  Each month I put five hundred dollars into an account just
for you.  That is six thousand dollars a year, just for you.  That is
twelve thousand dollars over two years.

   "See these additional deposits?  Two thousand on your birthday.  Two
thousand at Easter.  Two thousand at Christmas.  Two thousand just before
school started for new clothes.  Two thousand more when school was over so
that you could do things during the summer.

   "Julie, that is an additional ten thousand a year or twenty thousand
dollars in two years.

   "In the two years you were there I gave your mother fifty six thousand
dollars, plus ninety six thousand dollars in rent.  That is one hundred and
fifty two thousand dollars and that does not count the five thousand to
move and what your mother got when she sold the furniture and fixtures from
the unit."

   "You're lying" Julie said.

   The doctor looked at the paperwork and it looked authentic and she told
Julie.

   "Julie, the apartment you moved into was also new and furnished.  The
trust owned that too.  It was a beautiful three bedroom and was worth more
than five thousand dollars a month.

   "That is another one hundred and twenty thousand that your mother got
from me, plus the fifty six thousand in cash over the next two years." I
told her.

   "Julie that is three hundred and twenty eight thousand dollars you
mother got in four years!" I finished.

   "But we had to take in a boarder to make ends meet.  Mom said it was
necessary and we rented out one of the bedrooms.  He was sort of creepy but
mom said we needed the money." Julie said.

   "Julie, you needed no such thing.  Here are the bank records for those
two years.  You mother was taking your money and I have no idea what she
was doing with it.  I was just trying to give the little girl I loved a
good home.  I had no authority over your mother or you.  The court said we
were not related when they did the DNA and the judge in the divorce action
made an order that I did not pay child support as I was not your father.

   "Your mother did what she did and I had nothing to do with it.  But here
are the bank records.  You got the money, she took it out.  Here is the
rent receipt records for the entire building; you never paid anything for
rent." Franklin finished.

   "But you evicted us again, just before Christmas.  Didn't you?" Julie
now asked with more hesitation and more of a question than before.

   "No Julie.  I gave you a Christmas present again.  This time it was ten
thousand dollars relocation allowance.  And like last time she sold
everything she could get her hands on.

   "It was another three bedroom, fully furnished apartment in a new high
rise development that the trust owned.  It was free.  You had a beautiful
view of the city.  It was worth more than ten thousand dollars a month.  I
know because the unit next door had to pay that and his was not furnished.

   "You were there two years, and that is another two hundred and forty
thousand dollars in rent.

   "Are you beginning to get the idea?  I never abandoned you.  I love you
and I always have.  All I ever wanted was for you to be happy and safe. 
You were my life for eight years.  I had no one but you and then you were
gone.  Your mother had already been gone for eight years, from the date of
your birth but you were mine.  You were the one I loved for those next
eight years.  You were just mine and no one else's.  Then she took you from
me and I was alone, I am still alone, until you came back to me.

   "If you mother did not have a heart attack I would still be sending her
money to use for whatever and you would still think I was an asshole.

   "Well I'm not an asshole and I still love you, even if I am not your
father!" Franklin finally finished.

   "Damn it Daddy, I don't want your fucking money, I want you back.  Do
you really think that for six years I dreamed of money?  No, I dreamed of
having my Daddy back." Julie said, sobbing through her tears.

   I wanted to hold her and tell her it was alright but it did not seem
right.  She did not make a move to let me know it would be ok, so I just
let it go.

   This meeting had been going on for three hours by now and we were all
pretty drained.  It was time to go.

   We did stop for food at a market but Julie just went through the
motions. She was beautiful though.  Her skirt was too short and the top too
tight and her little breast buds, actually only fat nipples, were proudly
on display, and even though she did not have any real tits people stopped
to look at her because she was so beautiful.

   If she bent over to get something I could see her white cotton panties.
When she reached up and her top went tight I could see her puffy little
nipples.

   I did not want to admit it but even at that age she was a hottie.  I got
chubby more than once looking at her in that short skirt and tight top. 
Those nipples looked yummy.

   She was just beautiful.  Maybe that is just a father's prejudice.  Long
blond hair and fair skin, coupled with pale blue eyes and a small nose,
cute little ears and just a small little mouth with just a hint of pouting
lips, completed the package.

   We drove the rest of the way home in silence.  When we got home Julie
asked to see the papers again so I showed her.  She hardly said anything
since we left the doctors office.  I could see her churning things over in
her mind.  I had watched her do that for eight years.  I watched her learn
the mysteries of life from baby kittens being born to chickens.  I watched
how she learned about imprinting from that baby chick.  I saw it all and
now I was seeing it again and after six long years and I was happy to be
able to see it.

   I then made a tour of the paperwork that was given to me by the social
worker and inside I found the two debit cards.  I gave them to Julie.  One
had her mother's name on it and the other had Julie's name on it.

   While she looked at everything I made pizza for us.  It may have been
six years but I remembered exactly what she liked and did it that way.

   She did not talk during dinner, she was looking at the papers and at me
and back to the papers and then the debit cards and then, well you get the
picture.

   She went upstairs without a word and I could tell she went in and took a
bath.  Then I was sure I could hear her going to bed.

   Tomorrow I would put her door back on, I thought to myself.

   Julie thought, "It was all a lie!  Mother was just a whore.  We had
money but she used it for herself, or something.  She did not need me to do
anything.  He loves me and always has.  He did not abandon me, he tried to
take care of me."

   Around ten that evening I went to bed.  I was drained.  I could not
afford another night like last night so I took a sleeping pill, then
another a few minutes later with a shot of Jack.  I took my shower and
shaved and did all of that stuff and went to bed.  I sleep naked as I
always did.  I decided I did not feel sleepy and took one more pill.  I
really needed the sleep.

   I had a dream, a wonderful dream.  In my dream Julie came to me.  This
time she was not a little girl, she was on the verge of womanhood, and she
was beautiful.  I was forgiven.  She loved me.  She got into bed with me
and I put my arms around her and we kissed.  Not like a father and daughter
but as lovers do.  I was shocked that I wanted her.  Then she turned and
put her back to me.  I kissed her neck and nibbled her ear, and told her
that I loved her.

   Then I dreamed that I began caressing her, feeling her wonderful smooth
skin.  Her nipples reacted to me and I was reacting to her.  I told her
that I loved her over and over.  I tried to make love to her but I was too
big for her and the angle must have been wrong, but we both had an orgasm.
It was the best dream of my life.

   When I woke up that morning I was feeling great.  I did notice that the
sheets were full of cum.  Damn, I had not had a wet dream for more than a
decade.  I decided to wash the sheets and see if Julie felt any better this
morning.  I really did not want to spend the rest of my life getting the
silent treatment.

   He was asleep as I entered the room.  This was the man I called Daddy
for eight years.  This was the man who fed me and clothed me and spent
every spare moment of his time with me.  He made sure I was always safe and
when I fell he picked me up and would kiss my booboo and make it better. 
This is the man who I loved more than any other.  The man who I now knew
loved me and still does love me.  This is the man who loved me as a
daughter and when he was told I was not his daughter he still loved me. 
There is no one in the world who can love me as Daddy does.

   I dropped my gown and stood naked in his room.  I wanted to come to him
as I was when I was born, naked to the world.  My breasts hurt they were so
hard.  My vagina was actually wet and the little button was hard as a
stone.

   I moved the covers and discovered that he too was naked.  I moved into
bed.  He started to move.

   "It's ok Daddy, it's just me." Julie said to the sleeping form.

   She saw the bottle of pills by the bed and read the label.  "Maybe this
was for the best." She thought.

   For some reason he seemed to smile as he slept once I got into bed and
told him it was me.  Was he dreaming of me?  I went to kiss him and he put
his arms around me and pulled me in.  We shared a kiss; not a father and
daughter kiss either.  It was the kiss of a man with his woman.  It was my
first adult kiss, my first French kiss.

   Then he seemed to relax and I watched him softly breathe and then I lay
next to him, with my back to his side but at times with my head turned to
him.  I kissed his lips again and he kissed me back, ever so gently.  He
rolled toward me and put his arms around me and kissed my neck.

   "I love you, princess." The sleeping form of my father said.

   I snuggled into his embrace and pulled his arms around me so his hands
rested on my skin.  He always called me princess when he was going to do
something nice for me or wanted me to know he loved me.  He was talking to
me, even in his sleep, and it was ME he was dreaming about.  I was the one
he loved.  No one lived with him since I was gone, this was his home and
now it would be ours.

   I knew I was changing, my body was changing, and things were happening
but I was not sure why it changed the way I felt about things.  One thing I
was sure about was my love for Daddy and now I knew of his love for me.  I
was sure of his love for me.

   I prayed for him to come and get me every day and every night during
those six years in exile.  I hated him for not being there but I always
loved him too.  I dreamed about all the things we did together and relived
them moment by moment.

   Now I was back in Daddy's arms.  We would be together again and we would
never separate.

   Daddy began to rub my stomach.  I was in heaven to have his touch again.
I wanted even more.

   I moved his hand higher as he moved it and put it over my breasts.  They
were small, not much at all.  They were just nipples.  Would my Daddy like
them?  Daddy caressed them in his sleep and nibbled on my neck.  I turned
to share a kiss and then he spoke again.

   "I love you princess, I missed you." Franklin said in his sleep.

   He touched me and I heard Daddy call to me.  "I love you princess" he
told me over and over.

   "I love you Daddy, I have always loved you." I told my sleeping father.

   I heard him moan in pleasure as he touched and explored my breasts.  My
nipples responded to his touch.  He murmured his excitement and contentment
at feeling them.

   I rubbed back against him, moving my butt into his groin.  I did not
understand how mother could say Daddy was some little cock wimp.  I heard
her say it over and over to anyone who would listen.  There was nothing
little about Daddy.  He was scary big.

   You can't live six years with a whore and not learn something about sex.
I already knew far too much.  Maybe that would be a good thing now; now
that I was with Daddy again, my Daddy.

   As I rubbed my little butt against him he began to harden.  His cock
began to rise up from against his thigh.  I was moaning as Daddy got hard
enough to push against my thigh.  Then Daddy reached down and caressed my
thigh and lifted my leg, making sure to run his hand over my smooth
hairless pussy and then he cupped it and gave it a gentle squeeze.  I loved
it.  He ever so softly rubbed my little button and I loved that too.  What
I loved most is that it was my Daddy who was doing it.

   He was still moaning in his sleep, whispering his love for me, kissing
my ears and neck, even nibbling on me ever so softly.  I know it was me he
was with in his dream because he called me by name.  Daddy was dreaming of
me.  Now his cock was hard and resting against the length of my fourteen
year old slit.  I began moving back and forth over it allowing its length
to open the entire length of my pussy slit.  It was nature making me do it.
I wanted to claim my Daddy, to scent mark my Daddy, with my feminine
perfume.

   It was long and thick.  It was so long I looked like I had a small cock
when I looked down and saw the head and shaft poking out from between my
legs.  It was so thick I could ride it and feel it open me up along my
entire slit.  My small thin lips rested on it, barely open, leaving a shiny
trail of my juices along the top ridge.

   I touched the head.  It was as larger than a golf ball and I wondered
how it would get inside my little hole.

   Now the upturn of the pink helmeted head rubbed my clit and Daddy rubbed
and moaned over the rest of my young body.  Daddy was gently pulling on my
nipples, causing me to utter mewing sounds.  All the time Daddy was kissing
my neck in his sleep and telling me he loved me.

   I would turn and share a kiss and then I licked Daddy's lips and his
tongue did the same to me.  His tongue entered my mouth and I shivered with
excitement.  His kisses were even more intimate than his cock against me.

   I was touching Daddy's cock head and it was getting slick.  I tasted him
on my hand, it made me shiver too.  I wanted to taste more of Daddy.  He
was the only man I ever tasted, the only man that ever touched me and I
wanted him to be the only man who ever would.  I made my choice at that
moment, a choice that would guide my entire life.  I made the strokes
longer so that my juices would join with his, further opening my slit up. I
made sure his cock head left his cream on my small lips.

   I could feel the head getting bigger and his cock getting even harder.
We stroked the other for over and hour and then I grabbed the hard shaft
and pushed the head back to my hole but the angle was wrong and his cock
was too big.  Nature made me want to get fucked.  Nature made me want to
get fucked by Daddy.  The big head plugged the entrance but could not get
in.

   Then I felt the hot liquid jet out, past my virgin ring and enter into
my pussy.  Shot after shot went into me.  Daddy was filling me with the
same sperm that created me, all the time telling me how much he loved me
and that he would never let me go again.

   Then Daddy bit into my shoulder.  Not hard, but enough to make me feel
animal pleasure in being captured by a larger mate.

   I was moving and stroking his cock as he tried to push into me but the
angle was wrong and then again he was too big and I was too small.  Then it
slipped and a hot spurt of baby making juice slid along my open slit and
hit my clit.  I had a huge orgasm as the hot hick liquid his my clit,
followed by the scraping of Daddy's long cock.

   I cried out for my Daddy with "I love you Daddy."

   It was the first time anyone had given me one, and it was Daddy that did
it and he did not do it to me, he did it for me.  I could tell, Daddy
wanted me to love being with him.

   I wanted it inside of me.  I wanted to give Daddy what he wanted and
deserved.  I wanted to give Daddy a virgin to love, a virgin to breed a
baby with, but all I could do was plug my baby hole and take the last
spurts inside of me.

   Daddy stayed hard and as I continued to ride the cock with my slit,
still with my back to his front, he played with my little clit, now slick
with his cum, and with my nipples too, and caused more and more orgasms to
rack my body.  He spread his cum all over my pussy and even my nipples.  I
sucked his sperm off his fingers and then dipped my fingers into it and fed
myself too.  I loved the feel of that hard cock in my hand, it took both
hands to circle it, and I loved the slick feel after it was coated with our
cum.

   I turned again, now facing Daddy and felt him against my front.  His
large cock was still hard and against my stomach.  We kissed passionately
and then Daddy rolled me over onto him.  Now I was lying on Daddy and his
cock was there for me to slide over.  I sat up and slid over its length,
the ridge of his under cock opening my little slit even wider, and I was
enjoying the feeling of now being able to see my Daddy.  Even in his sleep
he was moaning my name and lovingly touching my breasts and even bending
forward to suck them.

   My very own Daddy told me he wanted me forever.  My own Daddy said he
wanted me to be his woman.  My Daddy pledged his love to me and only me.

   We must have continued our love making for an hour until we both fell
asleep.  I so wanted Daddy inside of me but something told me to wait, so I
did.  We slept and woke, caressed, slept and woke.  Well I woke up, Daddy
stayed asleep but that did not stop him from lovingly hugging me and
bombarding me with his words of love.  They came from his heart as he was
still asleep.

   It was still night when I last woke up and got out of bed and went to my
room.  I was confused about what happened.  My confusion did not last long.
I made up my mind with the finality of a young girl on the verge of
womanhood.

   I was in love.  I was in love with Daddy.  I would give Daddy my
virginity.  Daddy would be my man and I would be his woman.  I would be
with Daddy forever and be the mother of his children.  I just had to get
Daddy do awake what he so wonderfully did to me as he slept.  I had to make
him understand that his love for me was more than just that of a father for
a daughter, it was that of a man for his woman.

   After starting the wash I began getting ready to make breakfast when
Julie came in.  She was wearing those oversize sweats and she had a big
smile when she came in.

   "I love you Daddy." Julie told me as she hugged me and gave me a big
kiss.

   "I love you too Julie.  But I am not your Daddy.  But that does not mean
I don't still love you." I told her.

   She hugged me tightly.  I could not feel her body under the sweats but I
was sure it was just as beautiful as it was in my dream.  She weighed
nothing at all and I was totally enraptured with her.

   "You're still my Daddy and always will be to me." Julie said.

   Then Julie looked up and kissed me.  She kissed me like a woman kisses
HER man, not all tongue and sloppy as in passion but as a woman kisses her
man and by that kiss lets him know that he is hers and she is his.  It was
just so wonderful and I wondered if she could feel me getting hard.  Then I
realized what happened.  The next thing I realized was I did not care that
it happened.

   "Daddy got hard when I kissed him.  I was going to keep him that way. 
Daddy was mine and no one was ever going to separate us again.  It was my
fault that I lost Daddy but I would make it up to him, to us." Julie
thought.

   "Daddy, I am never going to be away from you again.  No matter what
anyone says, I am going to be with you forever." Julie said with the
stubbornness born of youth.

   "I knew that stubbornness, I had it when I was young.  I had it when I
first saw Julie when I held her at birth.  Maybe it was a good thing."
Franklin thought.

   "Ok, if that is the way you want it.  How about we take a little trip
for a couple of weeks?  Would you like to take a trip with me?  Just the
two of us.  No social workers, or anything, just you and I getting to know
each other again." Franklin said.

   "That is perfect Daddy.  It will be just you and me, together again."
Julie said.

   What Julie thought was, "Next time I intend to get that huge cock of
yours into the only virgin pussy you will ever have.  Make that the only
pussy you will ever have, ever.  You are mine and I will fight to get you
and fight to keep you."

   "Doctor?  This is Franklin Collins calling.  I want you to be able to
speak with Julie.  Apparently we have had a breakthrough in our
relationship.  Yes, it is wonderful, thank you for you kind words.  But we
are going to take a short two week vacation and I wanted to let you know.
Yes Julie is here and would like to talk to you." Franklin said.

   "Yes, doctor, this is Julie.  Daddy and I are going to take a two week
vacation.  No I don't know where we are going yet but when we get there I
will let you know.  [Giggle giggle.] I have suddenly realized that Daddy
did not abandon me and that he loves me.  Yes I know he is not my father,
but I can still call him Daddy if I want to!" Julie said with some
petulance.

   Giving the phone back to Franklin he spoke again with the doctor.

   "Julie does not know it yet but I want to take her to Europe.  Just to
get away for a while.  Look, according to all of the damn papers I am her
father and if I want to take my daughter to Europe I fucking well will. 
Sorry doctor, I did not mean to get upset.  I know she is not my daughter.
She has had nothing for six years, despite my best efforts and I want to
pamper her for a few weeks.  Ok, I will keep in touch.  Skype?  Yes I have
Skype.  Oh, I understand.  Ok, we can have our weekly meetings on Skype. 
That would be perfect." Franklin ended the call.

   Franklin fixed Julie her favorite breakfast.  If he had only known that
she had gone six long years without it, it would have broken his heart.

   "You're going to take me to Europe Daddy?" Julie asked.

   "Yes I am.  We are going to spend our first night in Paris together."
Daddy told her.

   "But I need a passport and everything." Julie said.

   "You have a passport because I got it for you when you turned eight,
before all that stuff happened.  I wanted us all to take a trip but then,
well you know.  It is good for ten years.  We will get some clothes here
and buy you what you need in Paris." Daddy told her.  "I am going to spoil
you from now on."

   Julie was literally jumping up and down with happiness.  Yes she was
happy about the trip but happier about Daddy going to spoil her from now
on. She knew what she wanted and intended to take it.

   "I'm going to take a bath Daddy.  I will be back down soon." Julie said
as she skipped away.

   She did not really want to clean her Daddy's cum from her virgin pussy,
but she wanted to be fresh for him.  His was the first and only cum that
would ever be there.

   I went and made a few phone calls.  I still had lawyers and I needed
some certified copies of documents right away.  I also made arrangements
for the next day when we would be leaving.

   Then I took a long shower.  I could not help it, I stroked my growing
cock thinking of the dream I had.

   When I finally stopped and cooled down I dressed in a button down shirt
and jeans.  Walking down I was unprepared for the sight that greeted me.

   Julie was wearing a very short skirt that showed off her tight little
ass and great legs.  The top was a tank that had such large arm and neck
openings that he could see inside of it.  Not that it mattered because it
was so thin he could see right through it.  It might as well have been
mesh.

   Franklin could feel his cock expanding at the sight.  He could not
adjust himself and the bulge was noticeable.

   "Daddy, I have a little problem.  You know that I am getting older and
my body is changing and sometimes I hurt Daddy.  Right now I hurt right
here." Julie said as she gave a little pinch and then a pull to her nipple.

   Daddy took a deep gulp of air.  He knew that he wanted to do that too.

   "Can you see for me Daddy?  I don't want to get that cancer thing.  Can
you feel for me?  Just to make me feel better?  Would that be ok Daddy?"
Julie said as she approached her father, her walk sultry and enticing, her
smile knowing.

   This time she was talking right into his face, right into his lips. 
Somehow he had lowered himself so that they were face to face, lip to lip.

   "Please Daddy?" Julie said as she then kissed him on the lips.  Just a
hint of tongue came out from her mouth to his.

   "Julie, it isn't right" Franklin was saying, and not believing a word of
it.

   "Just look Daddy." Julie said as she pulled her tank off.

   She pushed and Franklin sat down on the couch.

   She was thin and firm with perfect unblemished skin.  Sitting there in
front of Franklin was two of the most perfect nipples he had ever seen.

   Franklin uttered a breathless "Oh, so beautiful," when he saw them for
the first time.  The effect was immediate; Julie's nipples started to
expand.

   "See Daddy, see what is happening to them.  Just touch them and make
sure they are ok." Julie told him.

   Julie had pushed me back onto the couch and she sat on my lap and moved
my hand to her erect nipple as she wiggled her little butt onto my hardened
cock.

   "They are not very big Daddy.  Is that ok?  Should I be ashamed because
they are so small?" Julie asked.

   "They are perfect baby.  They are the most beautiful breasts and the
most fantastic nipples I ever saw and they are the perfect size." I told
her.

   "But they hurt Daddy." Julie said.

   I was running my finger over her nipples and she was moaning and talking
to me.  They got even bigger and fatter.  I pulled on one just a little and
heard Julie moan a little more.

   Now that both of my hands were now busy with her nipples she used her
hands to lift my head and kiss me.  It was not a chaste kiss.  Her lips
parted and her tongue ran over my lips.  My lips parted to receive the
sweet little invader.  We both sighed.

   Then her kiss got bolder and she smashed her mouth into mine and I
invaded hers with my tongue.

   I pinched her nipples at the same time and she vibrated.  Then she bit
my lip a little as she squirmed on my lap and on a very rigid cock.  She
had to know, there was no way for her not to.

   I pulled my hands away from her nipples and caressed her face.  I kissed
her eyes and her nose and then those small little pouting lips.  Then I
returned to her precious nipples with my hands and let my lips walk over
her face and neck.

   "Do what you used to do when I was little Daddy.  Do what you used to do
to make me feel better; to make the hurt go away." Julie told me.

   She broke the kiss and I felt my head being moved down, tentatively by
her.

   "What you used to do Daddy; do what you used to do to make the hurt go
away." Julie said over and over.

   "Julie, are you sure.  You are just a little girl, only fourteen. 
Things will change for you in the next few years.  This is not a decision a
child should make for you.  You need to be an adult to make the kind of
decisions you are making now.  You need to wait until there is time to
consider, wait until you are much older." I told her.

   Julie smiled.  "You were how old when you fell in love with mother and
with me.  Girls mature faster than boys." Julie said.

   Then she pushed my head down again.  I could not prevent myself, I
kissed her nipple.

   "More Daddy, do it more, do them both for me Daddy, for your little
girl, Daddy." Julie said as I kissed and licked the other one.

   Then I could not stop myself, I just had to suck one into my mouth.  It
was a big fat brown nipple that must have been two inches across and two
inches tall.  That was all it was, a nipple.

   "Yes Daddy, just like that Daddy.  Do it like that.  More Daddy, do it
more." Julie said over and over.

   I continued to kiss and suck each one of those delicious protrusions
until she was wiggling around on my lap so much I thought I would cum. 
Julie beat me to it.

   "Suck harder Daddy; suck real hard." Julie asked in her little girl
voice and holding my head in place.

   I stopped and kissed her deeply and pulled on both nipples at the same
time and she started to orgasm and pushed my head down again just in time
for me to latch onto one of those marvels of nature and I sucked like a
starving baby and she moaned and shook and came so much she made my lap
wet.

   But I did not stop with one.

   "My first Daddy; you did it first for me Daddy.  You are the first man
to touch or even see my nipples Daddy.  You are the first to kiss or lick
or suck them Daddy.  You made me cum Daddy." My baby said between frantic
deep biting kisses and forcing my head from one nipple to another.

   She did not need to force it too much.  I had never been so excited in
my life.  Since her mother, I had been with more than a few women and I
learned quite a lot, but nothing matched this.  They were temporary,
nothing but a way to release energy.  This was the most loving and erotic
event that ever took place for me.

   Despite the age difference I knew I loved her, was in love with her.  My
love for her was born of the love of a child for another, and could never
be broken.  I loved her from the moment I knew of her creation and never
once faltered in that love.  Now she was here with me, on the brink of
womanhood and I still loved her.

   But I was afraid that I was taking advantage of the circumstances of her
pain.  I wanted to go slow but neither of us seemed to be able to put the
brakes to our love.

   After close to an hour of making out and sucking her nipples and
caressing her skin and her legs, it was Julie that moved us forward.

   "Daddy, I hurt more Daddy; I hurt in more places Daddy." Julie said.  "I
hurt someplace else too Daddy.  Kiss it and make it better for your little
girl, Daddy."

   "Of course I will make it better baby." I said as I bent down to kiss
her nipples again.

   "Not there Daddy, lower than there.  Right here Daddy, [she said as she
pulled my hand down to her firm thigh and moving it up.] Here Daddy is
where it hurts now." She said.

   My hand first moved with hers and then under its own magic power.  The
center was burning hot and I was not even close to touching it yet.

   "I know it is not a woman's Daddy.  I don't have any hair and I don't
even have a period yet.  I have never put anything inside of it or had
anyone touch me; not even a doctor.  You are the first Daddy.  Touch me
Daddy, kiss me and make the hurt go away." Julie moaned between kisses.

   She put gentle pressure on my head, questioning, hoping, and granting
permission all in one touch.

   I followed the trail down.  Stopping to pay more than passing tribute to
those wonderful nipples that I knew in my heart would feed more than me and
still be me.

   I reached her short skirt and her moving on the couch and against my leg
had allowed it to move up until it was not more than a belt around her
girlish waist.

   It was as promised.  It was bare of all signs of womanhood.  A thin slit
with just a hint of a button at the top; and I stopped to look at the
wonder of it all.  This was my woman from this time on.  She had chosen me
and I had chosen her.  Once that choice is made there can be no other
choice.

   She was bare of hair but she was enveloped in the sweet sent of passion
and virginity.  I smelled her essence in and looked loving at her eyes. 
Those pale blue eyes were burning bright for me.  I gave that precious gift
a kiss and a long lick.

   I stopped and picked here up.  I took her to my bedroom.  I lay her
gently down.  She was precious to me.

   "This is our room now, this is our bed." I told her.

   Spreading her legs I began at one side and kissed her inner thigh.  Then
I moved to the other and kissed her again.  She wiggled around in
anticipation and excitement.  She was still the little girl who would ask
"Are we there yet?" or "When are we going to get there?" but now there was
her very core of passion in front of me and it was wet in anticipation.

   "Hurry Daddy, make the hurt go away Daddy." She plead.

   One long lick was all it took to push her again over the top.  From that
little butt all the way to her baby button and she was having a shaking and
then a body tightening spasm.  She was wet.

   I knew from the moisture on my thigh from before she was wet and would
get wetter.  My mouth covered her baby hole and sucked in the sweet nectar
of her passion.  It was the first time but not the last.

   She screamed "Daddy" and held my head to her passion and I inserted my
tongue into her and licked her maiden head, the proof of her desire to only
have Daddy be hers and she mine.

   I was careful, even a tongue can injure if used for too long a time of
licking and sucking.  I kissed and moved around her until she was lying
with her feet flat on the bed and her legs spread as wide as possible, her
body making humping motions as I watched her lips go from forming
unintelligible sounds to words of love for me, undying love.

   "Give me a bath Daddy, like you used to do," was her next request.

   By this time I was naked myself.  And I knew when I gave her a bath it
was going to be nothing like I used to give her.

   I picked the young thing up in my arms and carried her, alternating
between kissing her lips so she could taste herself on my lips and those
nipples that would never go down.

   I turned on the water in the tub and we came back into our room.  I was
hard and wanted her, but not yet.

   "Now Daddy, make me your woman now." She asked.

   I said "NO."

   I told her why I said no.  She put her arms around me and kissed me.

   "You have to understand what this means.  From this there is no going
back, never.  Are you sure?" I asked again.

   "I love you so much Daddy.  Yes Daddy, Paris, Paris is where I will
become your woman." She agreed.

   "Daddy, you need help, I can see it." She said looking at my risen
passion.

   "I know what to do Daddy.  Mother was a whore and I learned more than I
should know, but only from being curious and watching, only from watching.
I can do it Daddy, I think I can." She told her Daddy.

   She pushed me over to the bed and fell on top of me.  We kissed and
caressed and hugged and I felt her entire body quaking with passions that
would have to stay unfulfilled for now.

   "Mother talked nasty to men Daddy.  She once said men liked it.  It was
nasty but it will be ok with you Daddy.  Will it be ok with you and just me
Daddy, to talk nasty?"

   I nodded yes as we kissed.

   She was rubbing her body over mine, with my cock sliding up and down her
stomach and at times she opened her legs and let it slide over her slit.

   I was still sucking her nipples and now I had that perfect little butt
to caress as well as her coltish thighs.

   "I love you to suck my nipples Daddy.  I love it as much as you are
going to love me sucking your big hard cock." She said.

   My cock actually vibrated at hearing that.

   "You like my nasty talk didn't you Daddy.  You like me to tell you that
your own fourteen year old virgin daughter is going to be your own personal
cocksucker." She added with a smile.

   I pulled her mouth to mine and we dueled with tongues and writhing
bodies.

   Breaking the kiss she looked at me with even greater passion.

   "You will not stick that big fat cock into my pussy tonight but you are
going to get one place no one has been.  You are going to get a virgin
mouth, a virgin cock sucking, cum drinking mouth, of your own baby girl."
She said as she quickly slid down my body and staring at me with those
eyes, she said.

   "Cum for me Daddy; let me drink your cum.  Make me your little cum
drinking cock sucking virgin." She said.

   As she stroked my cock up and down and first licked and then put as much
of the head into that little mouth as she could.  Her hands moved up and
down on the slickness that came from me and her own juices as we rubbed
together.

   It was like I was a virgin too.  I lasted less than a minute.  The head
got bigger.

   "It is going to happen baby." I told her.

   "Cum in my mouth Daddy, fuck your cum into my virgin mouth." She said
and I granted her request.

   I have never cum so fast or so much in my entire life.  There was no way
she was going to drink it all down but she tried.  Soon there was so much
cum spurting out that it hit her face and chest making her looked like a
glazed pastry.

   Still she sucked and licked as much as she could taste.

   I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply, licking some off of her face
and feeling her putting her little arms around me.

   "Oh I love you Daddy, I love you so much." She said.  "You own virgin
fourteen year old cuck sucker loves you."

   I pulled her higher and sucked my cum off her nipples and then turned
her around so she was facing my feet and spread over my face I ate her to
orgasm as she once again sucked my failing cock into her mouth.

   Then I remembered.

   "The bath tub!" I yelled as I picked her up and carried her into the
bathroom with me.

   It was ready to overflow.  Still holding her I turned the water off and
pulled the plug to let some of it flow out.  We both started laughing.  Me
covered with her girly juices and my own cum and her covered with my cum,
and I was holding this little thing in my arms and we were laughing about
it.

   "We will use this sunken one in our bedroom from now on Daddy." Julie
said.

   She had just claimed the bathroom but I did not realize it.  I guess
even young women do it?

   We took a bath and I had a hard time not washing every part of her for
hours, so I washed ever part of her for a half an hour.

   "Was it ok Daddy?  Did I do it ok?" she asked me.

   "It was so perfect I could not control myself." I told her.

   She smiled.  "Was the talk too nasty?  Mother used to talk real nasty
but the men never kissed her after she sucked them.  You did Daddy, why?"
Julie asked.

   "Because you did it out of love and I did it for the same reason.  Just
like I sucked and drank you little girl juice out of you and you kissed me,
I wanted to show you that I loved you that much too.  That nothing we did
was bad and that everything was acceptable.  That is why I did it.  To show
you how much I love you.  That is why our talking to each other is not bad,
we do it for each other and out of love." I told her.

   She smiled and we kissed again.

   "Can we go shopping now Daddy?" She asked.

   She may have been a little woman but she was a woman and the words
shopping have a special magical meaning for a woman no matter what their
age.  Their eyes glass over and twinkle and they go to that special happy
place that only the females of the species can go to.  Only one other word
has that same effect on a female, it is a four letter word.  No, it is not
"love" it is "mall."

   I took her to Neiman Marcus.  We drove in my Porsche.  Julie was amazed.
When I spoke about owning the building they lived in and the hundreds of
thousands of dollars I gave her and her mother, the magnitude of the
amounts went over her head.

   We went into the store and directly to the ladies underwear department.

   "Daddy, look at these prices." Julie said as she held up a pair of
panties.

   "If you look at a price again you cannot buy it no matter what the
price." I told her.  "We get what you need and I can afford it all, at
least this time."

   Her eyes got big, she mentally entered that special female happy place,
and the next thing she had a dozen pair of a number of things.

   "Can we go to Victoria's Secret?" she asked me.

   "After we get what we need here then we will go there." I told her.

   Then she walked past some of the other undergarments and right to skirts
and blouses.

   I know I told her a couple and more in Paris but I could never tell her
NO.  She picked out three skirts, three blouses, and a few dresses and then
went off into the dressing room.

   I was then treated to a fashion show of sorts, but a very private one.

   From inside the dressing room I heard, "Daddy can you help me?"

   Looking at the sales clerk, an elderly woman, she shrugged and then
nodded after looking around and not having anyone around.

   Julie tried on a number of things together.  Every blouse she got showed
those marvelous nipples of hers sticking out.  I was hot for her again and
I was dying to get to Paris.  We took everything but added something called
a camisole that would at least limit the exposure of her nipples.  They
were, after all, my nipples and I only let her carry them around for me.

   On the way to Victoria's Secret, as we took a detour and we were putting
what he already had into the car Julie dropped a bomb on me.

   "Daddy, mother was going to sell me." Julie said softly.

   I stopped dead in my tracks.  My mouth was moving but nothing was coming
out.

   "Mother said that a teen virgin was selling for ten thousand dollars. 
That is why I know so much now.  A few months ago she had me watching what
she was doing and then told me how to do it too.  I have never done any of
it but I know a lot about sex." Julie said.

   "If I had known that I would have killed her." I said.

   Julie smiled at me.  "Thank you Daddy.  I know you would, but you don't
have to."

   "Mother said that even though I did not want to do it we had to do it to
live.  That she was doing it for us and now it was my turn and I was going
to do it even if I did not want to.  I told her I never wanted to and she
said that I would do it and pretend I wanted to or they would make me do
it." She added.

   "But then she died, but she did not die of a heart attack.  The guy
living with us was a drug dealer and mother died from a drug overdose."
Julie finished.

   "If I had known I would have found a way to get to you." I told her. 
"You should have let me know."

   Ignoring me she continued.  "Daddy, mother liked to snort cocaine but I
guess she got confused and mixed her drugs and her cocaine vial was full of
heroin, before they actually cut it.  Is that the right word, `cut'?  Well
she snorted heroin and had a heart attack.  I watched her die Daddy.  I
think she hated me and you.

   Now I know that you were going to get me when I turned fifteen, but I
did not know that then, and she wanted to make me unclean for you.  She
wanted me to be a whore so you would not want me.

   She was going to force me to be a whore and now I know she was stealing
from me all the time too.  They arrested the drug dealer but I don't know
what for.  I told the police about you and then I told the social workers
about you.  Was I wrong Daddy, what I did, was I wrong?" She asked with
pleading eyes.

   "No precious, you were not wrong.  You did just right in asking them to
find me." I told her as I hugged her.

   "Not just that Daddy, the other part too Daddy, was I wrong?  Was I
wrong?" She asked again.

   Now I understood everything.  Julie is the one who filled her cocaine
vial with heroin.  "No princess, my precious princess, you were not wrong
but you must never talk about it again, not even with me.  Know that I love
you with all my heart.  Know that I am yours forever.  Know that I will
never betray you.  Know that you must never talk about doing that again. 
People hear things and they then talk about them.  I will never talk with
anyone and you must not either.  Never talk about it again, not even with
me.  I never want anyone to overhear it and I never want to lose you." I
told her.

   "There is more to tell Daddy; can I tell you more?" Julie asked.

   "You never need to tell me anything, I love you.  I am lucky that they
found you were not my daughter because now you can be my lover, my woman
and my wife." I told her.

   Why would her mother hate her so?  It was crazy.  But she smiled at me
after my words to her and then we continued to shop.  That always puts bad
memories into the "past" category.  I would never mention it for the rest
of my life.

   Yes we went to Victoria's Secret.  She was too small for most things but
ended up with some garters and nylons, and even something that was a
pretend bra but still showed every inch of her delicious nipples as it was
completely transparent.

   She got a few other things but did not show me, it was to be a surprise.

   "Thank you again Daddy." She said to me as I paid for it all.  She
thanked me with a loving kiss on the lips.

   A woman about thirty helped her pick out some things.  The woman then
chuckled and walked away.  She took the arm of a man about fifty and she
winked at Julie as she walked out, slowing and bending just enough to
whisper,

   "Daddy never lets you down."

   And then she was gone.

   I was looking around for cops when I heard that; were we that obvious?

   I made eye contact with the older man and there was no doubt about it,
the woman with him was his daughter and he was a real, not a sugar, Daddy.
I gave the briefest head nod and walked away.

   We had enough for the day.  We were going to have to go to court and
then we would fly out the next day.  Timing was everything.

   Julie was again a little temptress for the evening but with a
difference. There was a certain feeling of belonging when it came to us. 
She belonged to me and I belonged to her.  She saved her new clothes for
Paris but I did get to see her showing off.

   She wore her smallest skirt and top.  From a girl ashamed of her body
she had become a woman secure in the knowledge that her Daddy found her the
most perfect of women.

   She sat in my lap, again without underwear on.  I was naked and my cock
kept trying to find a warm tight place to hide but my emphatic "No" gave
her cause to become a horrible tease.  My cock became her new toy.

   I tore her top off and sucked her nipples and she jacked my cock.  I
took her to bed and licked every inch of her body and she sucked me off as
I did her.  Math was important and we studied the number 69.

   She liked being on top and slid her slit up and down my high thick cock
ridge, giving herself a little orgasm or two as I assisted.

   That night we slept in each others arms and for a while she slept on top
of me.  I woke many times to see if it was real or a dream, I wanted my
little girl to be here with me.  I would have accepted her under any
circumstances, even her hating me.  Having her become my lover was even
better, it was a prayer answered.

   The next day, very early in the morning, my attorney's had already been
to the courthouse and had the records I needed.  There was more paperwork
but they had already done it.  We saw one person and then we went to see
the doctor who performed a complete physical on Julie.  Julie got a shot
and then it was on to Paris.

   It was barely 10:00 o'clock am when we flew out of Denver on a charter
flight and by evening we were in Paris.  It was about nine hours on the
charter, two hours shorter than if we actually took a commercial plane but
this was important.

   Julie was happy and jumping around during the flight.

   "I have never been in an airplane Daddy.  This is so Kool." She said as
she kissed me in a very un-daughterly way.

   There were others on the plane with us but it was a very exclusive
flight and everyone ignored everyone else.

   I told her to change into her sweats for the trip as she would be more
comfortable.  She pulled the bottoms on there in the seat and just pulled
the skirt down and off.  The top came off the same way after the sweat top
was on.

   We had just a little champagne; she was too unused to alcohol to drink
much.  The stewardess was kind and gave us some privacy but not too much.

   "We have an audience" I told Julie.

   Julie looked up and saw the stewardess looking sideways at us.  Ever the
possessive little thing Julie moved onto my lap.  First class seats provide
a lot of room.  She turned and kissed me deeply and passionately and took
my hand and pushed it up under her top.  I responded as Julie knew I would.
I teased her nipples to their height of excitement and traded dueling
tongues and then I added just a hint more to the show.  I moved my other
hand around her waist and into her pants, gently rubbing her panty clad
pussy slit.  When she was close I gave her nipple and button a little pinch
and felt her orgasm as she moaned into my mouth.

   When the first one was over Julie was smiling at me, the stewardess
forgotten until her presence was made known.  She handed Julie a little
tray with a moist towel on it and some water, juice and a little chocolate.

   Then she bent ever further down and whispered, "That brought back some
of the best memories of my life.  I wished it could have lasted forever."
She said with smile that had a tinge of sadness to it.

   "It will last forever" Julie said back.

   I nodded my agreement.

   The smile returned to the stewardess's face.  She patted Julie on the
shoulder and me too.  Then she said:

   "That little girl's heart is yours forever, take care you do not break
it."

   "That will never happen" I said.

   And Julie added, "A Daddy's love is always forever, just like a
daughter's is."

   We were well taken care of during our trip and were more circumspect
with our antics.  Julie discovered why I told her to wear white cotton
panties.  She was dripping the entire trip.  When she took the sweats off
after she put her skirt on she had to put on a fresh pair of panties but
these were sexy ones.

   After we got off the plane I asked her where her panties were and she
told me that she left them on the seat for the stewardess.

   We landed in Paris and did not have much luggage, and I told Julie that
it was a surprise and to enjoy the sights.  After all Paris is called the
City of Lights as well as the City of Love.

   We landed in Paris about eight, actually we landed at Orly and a car
picked us up for our trip to the place where we were to stay.

   I spent a lot of time in Europe after the divorce and France and Italy
were favorite places for me.  I was there even before 911 and once that
happened things did change some.

   I was then fluent in French and Italian my traveling to Switzerland,
France and Italy allowed me to travel and looked like a local.  You would
be surprised what people say on the streets when they think only locals are
there.  As a good American I passed on what I heard to the American
Embassy. No, I was not a spy, just a loyal American that knew who to tell
something that might be important to.

   I had our driver drive down the Champs Elysees, from the Place de la
Concorde, so Julie could get the full impact of the Arc de Triomphe, as
well as the new La Grande Arche de La Defense, or the "La Grand Arche" as
it is called.  Everything was well lit and it is a most impressive site. 
The Place de la Concorde is where the "terror" took place and there is even
a plaque with the notation that the last French King and Queen were
beheaded on the spot.  On one side is the American Embassy, the oldest
American Embassy in the world, which is most impressive.  Directly across
from Our American Embassy is the French National Assembly.  This is
equivalent to our congress.  The entire area is always bathed in lights.

   After an inspiring drive down that historic boulevard we turned off and
pulled up to a very large building that ran parallel to it but a few blocks
off of it.  Our bags were taken and removed from the car.  I held her hand
and gave the people a few minutes to take things in.  I wanted us to be
alone when we finally arrived.

   "Julie, this is our home." I told her as the elevator stopped and I
picked her up and carried her into the living room designed to impress in
that opened directly into the room.  It had a view of most of Paris and the
city was aglow.

   "This is not my home, this is our home.  You will never know want,
never. I love you more than life itself and I pledge to always be there for
you.  We chose each other and there can never be anyone else for me, for
us. That is what choosing means to a man and a woman who are really in
love." I told her.

   My staff had left the place fully stocked.  Yes we had a little
champagne and some cold lobster.

   For a long time Julie was quiet.  I could tell she was thinking.

   "What is it baby?  Are you having second thoughts?  You can always say
`No' to me." I told her.

   She smiled and touched my face with her hand.

   "Give us both a bath and make love to me Daddy." Julie said.

   I picked her up and took her to a bedroom equally beautiful with a view
of Paris.  I kissed her over and over and slowly took her clothes off.  I
took mine off too.  I carried her into the bath were there were an
assortments of chocolates and pastries and more champagne.  I turned on the
tub and as it filled I kissed her face and neck.

   If you turned a certain way you would still see the city.  As she looked
at it I stood behind her and ran my hands over her body and told her how
much I loved her.  She moved her neck to the left and right to give me room
to nuzzle her and kiss her neck and ears.

   She reached back and ran her hand up and down my cock.  "Daddy you are
so big.  Will it hurt?" She asked.

   "Maybe a little but we will go slow, very slow.  It will take a long
time for you to be able to take all of me but we have the rest of our lives
to love each other." I answered.

   I bathed my little girl as I did years ago.  There was no sex play this
time, well not much.  I kissed her to show her that I loved her more than
life, more than money, more than freedom.  I was going to give up my
freedom, I was going to become hers and I told her so.

   I wrapped her in a cocoon of the softest white terrycloth as I kissed
and rubbed every inch of her body dry.  Then I put on the finest almond oil
until she was glistening in purity.

   I carried her into the bedroom.  Our bags were already there.

   "Daddy, I need you to do something for me.  I need you to leave for a
few minutes until I call you.  Is that OK Daddy?" Julie asked.

   "Yes princess, it is more than ok.  I want to dress for you too." I told
her.

   There was not really much for me to put on.  I had a short mans silk
robe and some silk boxers.  I might not have mentioned it before but I
spent most of my time alone and much of that was in exercise.  I was not
Arnold, but I was cut as best as a twenty-eight year old can be and not be
into body building.  I made sure to put oil on myself and made sure my
nails were always kept short.  I took the time to shave and brush my teeth
and to be as pleasant looking and smelling as possible.

   She called to me with nervousness in her voice.

   "I'm here princess." I said as I opened the door.

   There she stood, looking at me.  She had on the white nylons and garters
and a white see through thong.  I had seen her before but this actually
enhanced her perfection.  For a top she wore a diaphanous short nightgown
of many layers, which were so fine they allowed her erect nipples to
proudly proclaim she was a woman in love.

   I approached her as she stood on high heels.  It was probably the first
time she wore them and she dare not try to walk with them on.

   I put my hands to her face, haloed with her golden hair and moved my
lips to her now pale pink ones.  Not red like a woman, but with shy pink
lipstick.  I kissed her lightly, as if I was a butterfly touching a
precious flower.

   "I love you Julie.  I am now, have always been, and always will be
devoted to you." I said.

   "Am I sexy Daddy?  Do you want me to talk dirty?" She asked, hesitant
and unsure of what to do.

   "Yes you are sexy and there is no need to talk dirty, this is not sex
play, this is me making love to my life mate.  We will save the dirty talk
for another time, for now let us talk of love."

   I took her into my arms and enclosed her in my love.  I picked her up
and carried her the few feet to the bed.  When I lay her down I lovingly
moved her hair so that it flamed out and she looked like a goddess from
mythology.

   She began to shiver.  Despite what we had already done and what we had
passed between us she was afraid.

   "Here, drink this." I said as I picked her up in my arms.

   "What is it Daddy?" Julie asked.

   "It is just water princess." I said as I took a drink.

   "I'm afraid, Daddy." Julie said as she took a drink and realized it was
just water.

   "We don't have to do anything princess.  Remember that I love you and I
always will." I said as I held her.

   "No not of that.  I want to make love with you.  But I know something
and I am afraid to tell you." Julie said as she cried in my arms.

   "Daddy, I love you so much.  I was scared and that is why I acted like I
did when I first came into the house.  I was angry too Daddy, I thought you
abandoned me.  I loved you so much and then you were gone and now I am even
more afraid." Julie finished talking between sobs.

   "There is never anything to be afraid of, never at all.  g What is
passed is passed and I love you and you love me.  Nothing else matters." I
told her.

   Julie looked at me with a glow in her eyes and I saw her love for me.  I
hope she saw mine for her.

   "Daddy, make love to me now." She said as she put her arms around me and
put those sweet pink lips to mine.  Her little tongue went looking for mine
to play an ode to joy.

   I lifted her multi later top, one layer at a time and she undid my robe
for all the good it did me.  The first kiss caused my cock to stand
straight out the opening.

   She wrapped her little hands around it as I played with her now exposed
nipples.  Those layers disappeared quickly.  Her huge pink nipples stuck
out waiting for my oral attention.

   It did not take too long before we were lying down.  She was just too
small for me to lie on so for a while we lay side by side.  I loved to kiss
her and tell her how much I loved her.  I kissed her eyes and her nose, her
ears and her neck and of course that cute baby lips of hers.  She was just
so small.  She would never get any larger; she was just like my
grandmother, so petite.

   She put her leg over me and my cock became her new toy as she rubbed it
up and down her slit.  She was still not ready for me so I moved her back
onto her back.  My purpose was evident, I was going to give little miss
maiden head a good-bye tongue caress and a few loving licks and sucks to
her love button too.  Along with it I gave my little lover a few good mini
orgasms.

   Then I put her on top of me.  Later she would know what it would feel
like to have me on her.

   She began to move up and down on my cock as it lay on my stomach.  She
was smiling and would bend and kiss me or let me suck her nipples if I was
not already pulling on them.  A few times, hesitantly at first, she moved
forward to straddle my face and let me kiss her virginity good-bye again.

   She went back and forth until it was time.  I moved her onto her back
and moved her legs apart.  She went up on her elbows to watch the
destruction of her virginity and her entry into womanhood.

   It was slow going.  At times she held my cock in place as I leaned
forward to kiss her.  When the time was right after I had used my own
lubrication on her I gave a gentle push into her.  It popped inside and she
had a sudden intake of breath.  She bit her bottom lip with a worried look
on her face.

   "Tell me and we will stop and go when you are ready, if that is what you
want." I said.

   Suddenly she lifted up quickly and feeling her movement I pushed down.
Being so young her virginity went quickly but the size of me gave her some
discomfort.

   "Wait a little" she said with a show of not too well hidden pain that
was lurking behind a forced smile.

   "It always hurts a little at first.  Don't be surprised if there is some
blood too.  You are ok.  But we have to go very slow.  I am very large and
I don't want to injure you.  Eventually it will all fit.  If a baby can
come out that way I can go in the same way without any injury.  Just go
slow, we have forever." I told her.

   I waited and used my time to suck her nipples and caress her lovely legs
and exquisite little butt, and kiss her lips.

   "Ok" she said with a slight moan.

   I moved cautiously as my length and girth are not easy for most women to
accept.  She had a look of determination on her face.  I kissed it away
until she smiled.

   "This is supposed to be fun, relax and try to enjoy it." I told her.

   All the time I moved back and forth in short increments and as slowly as
possible.

   It took a few minutes but my size caused her button to move and as I
moved my cock in and out it caressed its female counterpart until my lover,
my daughter, had an orgasm.  When I felt her cum I did too.  I was not all
the way in, not even close, but it was just so exciting for both of us. 
This was the first virgin I ever had and she was the tightest woman ever to
be with me.

   She looked down and smiled and then saw how much was still not in her.
She started to frown.

   "Remember that we have time, all the time in the world.  It is not a
race or a contest.  You will have all you want in good time." I told her.
Then I turned us both and had her on top of me.  I was no longer rock hard
as I was but I was still damn heavy.  That caused me to shrink a little and
I could feel the tension ease out of her.

   She smiled now and I kissed her and ran my hands over her back and her
little ass.  She began to move back and forth and I did everything possible
not to get real hard again.  Usually it is the other way around but I
realized that being too hard was not good.  I knew it would happen, just
not right now.

   She began to be a little more active and even sat up some but could not
really sit her butt down on me, she was still not ready to take my length,
even shortened as it was after a cum.  But she had a good time until she
worked me up so much that I could not hold back and I enlarged quickly,
much to her surprise and shot up like steel.

   By then she was more use to me and when I came she had a second orgasm
and my sperm allowed her to slide even further down on me and me to go
deeper into her.

   We lay there for a few minutes, joined as a man and woman in love.

   "Remember when I kissed you down there Daddy.  When I said I was your
little cocksucker?  Well now I am a little sore down there and I need you
to kiss me a make it better." Julie said.

   I knew exactly what she wanted.  I smiled and kissed her lips and then
moved down her body giving more than passing attention to the only breasts
I would ever touch.

   Finally I reached the apex of her physical passion, the true apex being
in her mind, and as I lavished attention on her and felt her move and heard
her moan sweet sounds of love and devotion she moved around me and took me
into her mouth and we orally provided tender loving attention to the other.

   Soon I was hard again.  She moved away.  I was happy to let her lead,
this was her night.

   "Can I do things like that Daddy?  Is it ok?  Can we do all of those
things together?" She questioned.  She was still a little girl at heart
trying to be so grown up.  I was the same when I was her age.

   "What ever two people can do to show love and give the other pleasure is
what we can do with and to each other.  There is no right and wrong when it
is just us two." I told her as I held her in my arms.

   I left her for a moment to draw the bath for her.  She would be sore and
I had something to take care of that.  She did not notice but I put a towel
down and when I took her to bathe I would take it with me.  There would be
no wet spot on what was our wedding night bed.

   I returned and undressed her of what was left of her finery, her garter
and nylons.  She became a little girl again in my arms.  I carried her into
the bath and she allowed me to clean her in the tub as I fed her chocolates
and cherries and strawberries.  There was only sweet juices and clear
water, no alcohol for either of us.

   She watched me as I used my hands to wash the result of our coupling,
sweat, cum, and other things that make love making so wonder and dirty. 
The look in her eyes acknowledged that I took care of her like she was
still a baby and told me how much she loved and trusted me and my actions
did the same.

   Once she was bathed I sat her on the bidet and opened a special wash for
her.  It would cleanse her inside and provide something to dampen the
discomfort of our first time together.  She looked at me with a questioning
smile as I administered the elixir and then smiled as the discomfort
disappeared.

   Again, I carried her to our bed and rubbed her body with a fine oil
smelling of roses and then taking her in my arms held her and kissing her
watched as she drifted off to sleep.

   During this time she never said one word to me, she just looked at me
with such trust and love.  She smiled sweetly, she melted into my body.  We
became one, words were not necessary.

   We woke the following morning and I kissed her.  She was sore, as would
be expected.  She moved naked to the bathroom and looked back at me over
her shoulder.  I was hard and looking at her too.

   "Maybe later Daddy, I am still sore." She asked.

   I followed her into the bathroom, almost laughing at the funny way she
walked.  I brushed my teeth as she took a morning excursion into helping
keeping the planet watered.  She was done at the same time I was.

   I told her to stay and I got another douche bottle and filled her little
girl pussy with the liquid.  The discomfort immediately went away.

   "We can do it now Daddy, it doesn't hurt anymore." She said with a
smile.

   "No we can't.  The fact it does not hurt does not mean you are not hurt,
it just means you can't feel it.  You need to heal a little more, so later
today we will play some more." I told her.

   She took me by the hand and walked me back into the bedroom.

   "I'm horny Daddy and so are you.  My body, my choice.  I know for a fact
that a man who can fuck will.  You are my man now and I am your woman and I
take care of my man." Julie said.

   She pushed me back onto the bed and began to lick my cock.  Then she
smiled at me.  She shifted around and the next thing I knew I was looking
at her red inflamed pussy.

   "Daddy will kiss it and make it better." I told her.

   Thankfully the French do just about everything dealing with sex better.
The medicated douche that would take care of any pain also tasted fresh and
enticing.  Eating a previously virgin pussy full of medicine was not
appealing but the products produced in France made that problem a thing of
the past.

   She sucked my cock, stroked its length until I was ready to explode. 
She then stopped, the little tease; and sat up on my face and I ate her to
another orgasm.  Then she moved and began to ride my cock sliding along its
length again and it opened her up.

   Her clit kept up the friction on my cock as it lay on my belly.  By now
she was lying on me and kissing me with that little mouth and that cute
little tongue.  She kept up her sliding movements.

   Sucking her nipples, pulling them, watching that beautiful fourteen year
old body literally jack itself of on me, was too exciting to believe.

   "Princess, Daddy is going to cum." I told her.  That constant friction
on the bottom of the helmet was driving me crazy.

   "Daddy is going to cum baby, it will be messy." I tried to warn her.

   Then just as my cock got harder and the head got bigger, and I felt a
huge rope of cum running up the shaft she moved again.

   This time she put the head to her pussy and the first blast went right
into her baby pussy, but before the second hit she sat back on it and took
the head and a few inches into her.  The second blast opened her even more
and she got a few more inches in.

   She figured out that my cum was very slick and the hot thick liquid was
turning her on like crazy.  She began to shake a little and lost some of
her own control, so the third blast drove her over the edge and added two
more inches of a very fat cock into her.

   Between her clit being excited, and the cum lighting up her tight pussy,
and the length and stretching, she went nuts on me, blabbering about her
"Daddy" and how she wanted "Daddy's baby."

   Now that was not going to happen, her shot before we left was a birth
control shot and she was not going to get pregnant but I did not care.  It
was also true that she had not had her first period yet, but I did not take
a chance with that.  If I could have knocked her up at that time I would
have loved it.

   She had six inches of me into her and her pussy was stretched as far as
it could safely go with my girth.  This made her pussy water tight and each
successive rope of baby juice just filled her up like a balloon full of
water.

   All that slick cum may have even added another half an inch inside of
her.

   "Oh Daddy, I am so full.  Love me Daddy, make me pregnant." Julie said.

   Then she look down and then at me.  "More?" she asked incredulously.

   "Lots more." I responded as she saw that she had more than she had last
night but there was a lot more to go.

   I held her and sort of rocked her little body as she lay on top of me.
Each movement caused her to shutter and climax again and again.  Not huge
mind blowing ones, just small little electric jolts of pleasure.

   She fell asleep again and I was able to let her sleep as I got up and
fixed us something to eat for breakfast.

   I had to admit that she had a mind of her own and like all women she did
what she wanted to do when she wanted to do it.

   When she awoke we both needed another bath and I took her walking, but
slowly and not for very long.  Then the car picked us up and I gave her a
brief tour of the city.

   We ate at Fauchon in the Place de la Madeleine, something light but very
French.  She would have to develop a taste for the food.

   We made love twice a day.  The staff would clean thing up when we were
out and replace everything that I told them to replace.

   We walked the Rue Cambon, and stopped to admire 31 Rue Cambon, the house
of Coco Chanel.  Even a young girl is impressed with such things.  She
shopped as any girl would want to do.  She was the perfect size, even if a
little short, but definitely not too heavy, a perfect size 2.

   I showed her the mall side entrance of the Louvre where there was no
waiting.  She loved the art but not at first.  We went there many many
times.

   We went to an early mass at Cathédrale Notre Dame de Paris, and sat in
the chairs that the king and queen of France sat in before the end of their
reign.  These things are still in use for the early morning mass.

   I took her to the small little park that no one visits off of the "Place
de la Madeleine" and which is the resting place of the last king and queen
of France.  It is called Chapelle Expiatoire, and is translated as
"sin-offering," or otherwise stated, "Our Sin."

   We ate on La Bateau, the famous Seine River boats that serve 5 star
meals, as the sun was setting.

   After a week we called the doctor and told her we would not be coming
back for a long time.

   We went to the Musee Jacquemart-Andre and the Musée Gustave Moreau, his
house off on a nondescript little side street, with his thousands of little
miniatures in wire and clay that served as his models.  The Musée Rodin,
also a home with the original "Thinker" as a trinket on the front lawn.

   When we got to Place de la Bastille, she did what everyone does, she
asked where it was, not knowing that the famous prison, with cells full of
books banned by the King, as well as human prisoners some sent there via
Lettre de cachet - without trial, had long since been torn down.

   France became our playground and served as a staging area for our
frequent trips to Switzerland, Italy, Spain and England.  Ok, we are not
supposed to say England anymore, it is Great Britain.

   We went to Pisa and took silly pictures of us holding up the leaning
tower.  We went to Siena with its unique style of building and watched Il
Palio, the famous race that pitted one neighborhood against the other.

   Firenze with its Ponte Vecchio, the 400 year old bridge and gold mart,
is where we bought rings.  Yes I know it was destroyed by bombing raids
during WW2 but we ignore that.  It was also that that my little love
shopped in Fendi and Gucci.  It is where she saw "David" and everything
else of import.

   We spent a week in Venezia walking that small city and hoping the place
would not sink when the Piazza San Marco became flooded during the rains.

   Of course all of this had to follow our conversation with the good
doctor back home.  The doctor was not happy with the explanation but
understood.  We continued with our weekly sessions but now we were both
sublimely happy.

   We went to Switzerland and traveled Mt.  Pilatus and spent time in
Lucerne and walked the bridge that detailed its history.

   We experienced the infamous Mistral in Provence, where the icy wind
blows south for days at a time, the biting cold getting even into your
bones.

   Avignon, the walled city in Provence, the one time home to the Popes in
exile, so to speak, was another one of our playgrounds.

   By the time she was fourteen she was educated beyond her years.  By then
she was fluent in French and Italian.

   The Cote d'Azur received our attention for some time, as it did many
French, Italians, and every other nationality that wnted to play on the
French Riviera.  I took her picture on the steps of Cannes, and we played
at Nice, St-Tropez, and Monaco.

   We traveled into Italy and stayed in Milan and walked into a small stone
church on a small street and marveled at the inscription of the stone mason
who signed his work with a date, 450, in old style numerals.

   It was on the beaches of the Cote d'Azur that the French spend most of
the time topless.  Julie did not want to and I did not ask her too.

   One day as we sat on the beach a woman approached and asked if she could
join us and mentioned that her son found Julie enticing.  There was no
doubt what she actually meant.  Julie knew immediately.  She did not intend
to occupy some boy's time so the mother could devote time to me.

   Julie climbed on my lap, kissed me hotly, and said:

   "I have no need of boys when I already have my man."

   It was cruel but Julie was claiming me as her property and I could not
fault her.  She was young and subtlety would come later.  She made her
point.

   I made sure the woman knew that I was not the slightest bit concerned
that I would not have the joy of her presence, I had my Julie and for me
there would never be any other.

   Julie attended school in Paris and went through all the crazy things
that girls go through, except dating and boys.  She had girl friends and
they had parties but relationships like ours was not unique in France.  We
were not exactly May to December, more like May to mid June or July.

   I have to admit to some jealousy when Julie went out with her friends.
She was, after all, a young girl, but one well schooled in the arts of love
and sex.  Would she find some young boy so enchanting that she would leave
me?  She had to know how I felt.

   "Julie I need to talk with you.  I know you are a young girl and you
have a woman's feelings.  I know that you think you are in love with me and
always will be.  But I want you to know that if, for any reason, you feel
that you made a mistake; that you need something, or someone else, then I
want you to know that I love you enough to stand back and let you go.  You
will always be my daughter and I will always love you and I will always
take care of you.  Nothing will ever change as far as that is concerned." I
told her.

   "Daddy I love you and always will.  I think I understand what you are
saying and what you mean.  You want the best for me and you want me to be
happy.  You think I may find someone else to love.  Here is how I feel
about you and me.  If you feel that I am not enough for you then tell me. I
will let you go.  I will have to cut off that wonderful giant cock of yours
and the balls will have to be cut off too.  You are mine and I am never
going to give you up, not for one moment, not for a strangers kiss or
touch, not for a fast suck or fuck.  You are mine and I am yours and you
are everything to me.  And if you even mention this to me again they will
burry you as a eunuch, with a very high voice." Julie said with a strange
smile on her face.

   "Well ok then." I responded.  The topic never came up again.

   We were gone for more than three years, spending most of our time in
Italy, France and places in between, long enough for Julie to become
totally proficient in French and Italian.  By the time we returned she was
not just a seventeen year old, she was a woman, a sophisticated woman, in
every since of the word.

   Oh, she was still just seventeen, never doubt it, but she was a woman
too.

   Her education far exceeded that of her now American contemporaries.  Her
understanding of history and the relationship between Europe, Asia, and
Africa was based on first hand knowledge and not just books.  Art was
something that she absorbed faster than anyone I ever knew.

   Her first year in school after we returned from Europe went smoothly
enough, all things considered; and then it didn't.

   I was awoken by a loud banging on the door one morning.  I was greeted
by four police officers and a police woman.  Julie walked out of our
bedroom, the bedroom we shared and asked:

   "What is it Daddy?"

   The police woman was there in a flash and her eyes verified that it was
a room where Julie and I slept together.  The sheets still bore evidence of
our last lovemaking a few hours before.  Someone at school had reported
that Julie might have been sleeping with her father and the police got a
warrant.  Maybe it was the fact that Julie was pregnant, probably that was
it.  You can't put anything over on these cops and those school officials.

   I had been ready for this and had spoken with Julie about it.  I had a
folder waiting for them.

   The first document was the paper showing the decree of the Family Law
Court with the finding that I was not Julie's father, as the DNA excluded
me as the sperm donor.

   The second document was the death certificate of Julie's mother.

   The third document was the letter from the state Child Services
Department appointing me her guardian for all purposes.

   Now the fourth document really knocked them out.  As guardian I had
approved, in writing, for Julie to get married.  There was no law that I
could not give her permission to marry, even if it was to me.

   The fifth document was the marriage license.  It was from the local
court and it was certified and date as well as time stamped.

   The sixth was a certified copy of the marriage certificate because a
judge married us the day we left for France.  As in the case of the
marriage license, it was date and time stamped and actually occurred in the
court house where people get married all the time.

   There was a seventh document.  I had learned well from Julie's mother.
The seventh document was the medical records of our trip to the doctor who
gave Julie the birth control shot and the results of the physical that
showed that Julie was a virgin during that examination.  The time stamp
showed it took place AFTER the marriage.

   You see in June of 2006 there had been a brief period following a
judicial decision that opened marriage up without any age restrictions. 
The legislature shut it down after only two weeks, but Julie and I were
married during that time and it was a valid marriage.  If not for that I
would have had to find someplace else for a fourteen year old to get
married and I was not happy about going to Saudi Arabia to have it done.

   Julie went to school as a married woman.  Yes she had my last name from
the birth certificate but she also had it as a result of our marriage.  She
did not need a new name on her passport, which was one of the reasons we
had to come home, the ten years was almost up as Julie was just shy of her
birthday.

   Julie had to learn to be a wife and mother at a very early age but
seemed more than willing to take on the responsibility.  She ended up with
a college degree in European Art History, go figure.  That would help when
it came time to teach our children about such things.

   We had our problems as all people do but we had chosen each other many
years before and there was never a time when either of us regretted it.

   We had been together for sixty years, sixty eight counting her first
eight years of life.  I was going to die and I knew it and so did the
family.  Death comes to us all and it finally came to me.  I was eighty
eight years old and my time was long done.

   Julie was with me when I checked out of the hospital.  I would die at
home.

   She was then as she had always been; my rock and my support.  I would
lean on her for the rest of my life, brief as it would be.

   There on my last night on earth, surrounded by my family, it was time
for honesty.

   "I am going to die tonight.  I can feel it and I am tired, tired of
everything, tired of living, tired of pain, tired of everything except of
you my family; and my blessing, my wife.  Julie I am not tired of you, my
perfect wife.  I hope that we will be together sometime in the future." I
told my wife and family.

   Julie started crying and I held her until she was calm.  I kissed her
forehead and soothed her with caresses to her face and hair.  We were both
grey and her hair was now short and what was the tight perfect skin of
youth was gone, but not my memories of her and us.  But still, to me, it
was as if she was just a little girl again and I was her Daddy.

   "Daddy, I have a confession to make." Julie said.  "I knew it was wrong
back then but I was only eight years old Daddy.  Mother was afraid of going
to jail so when we were waiting for the tests to be taken another girl who
did not want to go with her father switched places with me.  Mother said I
should do it because it would help all of us.  Then we could be a family
again.  I believed her Daddy, I believed her, a sobbing Julie said.  They
never took my DNA for your case Daddy because they took hers, the other
girl's sample for the DNA.

   "That is why mother hated me.  I realize now that I was her ticket to
riches and jail at the same time.  She chose not to go to jail and that
included not being rich.  That is why she hated me.  I don't understand it
because you were supporting us even if I did not know about it but she must
have wanted more.

   "I wanted to tell you when we first became lovers or almost lovers and
went shopping.  You said it did not matter and I did not tell you.

   Then I wanted to tell you when we went to Paris but I was afraid and you
kept telling me that it did not matter.

   "I want all of our children to know too." Julie finished.  "You really
are my father.  I have known for decades, from the beginning, I have
known."

   Franklin Jr.  was the spokesman for the family group.  He was already in
his fifty's.  He was born when Julie was only seventeen.

   "We know, we all know, mother.  We have known for years.  We had DNA
tests done for our children and for ourselves.  We were told that our
parents were a father and daughter.  We knew the story of the divorce and
everything but you never mentioned being father's daughter and it never
mattered to us; we just did not talk about it.  We figured that everyone
who was family knew, so we just didn't mention it to anyone or talk about
it.  You were the best parents any of us could have and the best
grandparents too.  You were perfect role models for a loving husband and
wife." Franklin Jr.  said.

   "There is something I have to show you." I told Julie and the rest of
the family, as I lay there on my bed near death.

   "Jr., go into my office and inside of the safe behind my desk get the
book of pictures." I told him.  "The key is in my top drawer."

   He came back with the book of maybe twenty five pages.

   "Look at these." I told Julie.

   She began to look at them and then had a question on her face before she
spoke.

   There were baby pictures of her up to eight years of age with me.  Then
there were pictures of her alone and with other people from about eight to
fourteen and then pictures of us again.

   Then there were pictures of her up to around the age of thirty, but were
they?

   "Some of these I remember but there are some that I don't remember
posing for them, or even having those bathing suits, or clothes.  Some of
the clothes look really old fashioned.  I don't even remember being at
where they were taken.  Some were taken when we were not living with you. I
don't even know who some of these people are.  I don't even look like
myself in some of them even though I do look like me.  If I did not know
better I would say many of them are not of me even if they look like me. 
How did you get them?" Julie asked.

   "Julie when I saw you that first day when they brought you to our home I
knew you were my daughter.  It does not make any difference to me because I
love you as my wife and my lover and my woman and the mother of our
children and as my daughter too.  You are all one to me, you are the woman
I love and I spent my life with you, loving only you.

   "Julie, the pictures that look like you but not really you, they are not
pictures of you.  Your pictures are on one side of the page and on the
other side of the page are pictures of my grandmother when she was your
ages.  I put them that way after you came back to me.  I never realized it
until I saw you standing there at my door when you were fourteen.  It was
then that I saw my grandmother standing there, at least from pictures of
her.  I found them again and knew about you even before we married.

   "You look just like her and you are even built like her.  They were
taken many years ago.  And no she never did get bigger on top but she had
twelve children and managed to feed them all by herself, just as you have."
I said with a smile and a tender touch with the back of my hand to the
front of her blouse.

   "You are still a letch." Julie said with a smile.

   "I am tired now and I need to sleep some.  We will be together again in
the morning." Franklin said to the family.

   "I am going to stay with your father, our last night here together. 
Come back in the morning children." Julie said as she and Franklin kissed
them and their grandchildren good-bye.

   The next morning Franklin was gone, he had passed from this realm of
existence into another.  Next to him was his soul mate, Julie, cuddled up
next to the shell that once held the man who was her father, her lover, her
best friend and her husband.

   Nature had left her shell also unburdened by life.  Her last wish was
granted, she was going to stay with Franklin forever.