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Sweetheart
by Gene Rusel (address withheld)

***

An orphan fleeing from an abusive foster home, 
encounters a man who befriends and adopts her. They 
live happily together until one afternoon. (M/f-teen, 
ped, inc)

***

Author's Note: "The thing that impresses me the most 
about America is the way parents obey their children." 
- Edward VIII of England, 1894-1972

***

PROLOGUE

After being repeatedly raped, the preteen orphan fled 
from an abusive foster home. Eluding the police, she 
found her way to a roadhouse where, at a potluck 
social, a man befriended and fed her. When she offered 
to have sex with him for money, he took her to his 
home. 

After she grudging related her story, he called his 
lawyers and initiated adoption proceedings. The lawyers 
referred the matter to the police, who, on entering the 
foster home, found another young girl being raped. All 
of the children were removed from the home and the 
entire fostering family arrested and imprisoned. The 
man and girl lived happily together until one 
afternoon...

***

LATE FRIDAY AFTERNOON

I sat in the recliner with a half-empty glass of cheap 
Beaujolais and was half-listening to the insipid 
television news. I thought to myself, ("TGIF, this has 
been a week of pure Hell. I don't care what anyone 
says. I've done both, and I know that brain work is far 
more exhausting than hard physical labor.")

My beloved little cherub came in and plopped down on my 
lap. "OOOF," maybe not so little anymore. She took the 
glass from my hand and drained it; then setting it 
aside, laid her head on my shoulder.

"Daddy, when I came to live here, you said that I could 
pick whichever bedroom I wanted. You wouldn't let me 
sleep with you, so I picked that one because it let me 
be as close to you as I could get. There was just the 
one wall between our beds. When you brought a lady 
friend home with you, I could hear the two of you 
having sex. I couldn't make out anything you said. But, 
I could hear just enough to know that you were 
thoroughly enjoying her company. 

Sometimes I was so jealous that I cried myself to 
sleep. And when you went out on a date, you would call 
to tell me that you would be very late getting home. I 
was miserable and unhappy because I knew exactly why 
you would be late."

"Oh Sweetheart, I'm sorry, I never realized that you 
felt that way. Adults really do need sex occasionally. 
But if I had known how much it was bothering you, I 
would have tried to be more discrete about it."

"Yes Daddy, I know all of that. But do you remember 
telling me that I had to ask permission before having 
sex with anyone and that I could only do it at home in 
my own room while you were here to protect me?"

"Yes Sweetheart, I do. What about it?"

"Well, now I want to start having sex and you said that 
you would give me permission if we talked about it 
first."

"Yes, that's right. But I didn't know that you had a 
steady boyfriend or anyone that you had any special 
feelings for."

"Oh yes, there is someone who's very special to me."

"Huh, who is this guy?"

"You!"

I was thunderstruck. "ME!?! Sweetheart, you're joking 
aren't you?"

"No Daddy, I'm not joking. I really mean it. I'm ready 
to start having sex and I want you to show me how to do 
it and nobody else."

"But it's impossible. We shouldn't be doing anything 
like that."

"Oh no, it isn't impossible. I've been waiting until I 
was big enough so that you wouldn't think that you 
might hurt me. When we first met, I offered to have sex 
with you for twenty dollars. You paid me, but you never 
collected. You always taught me that it was very 
important to pay off my debts. Well, I still owe you 
and I won't be satisfied until you get what you paid 
for."

"Oh come on now, you could just give the money back."

"No way Jose! No refunds! You paid for sex and that's 
exactly what you're going to get. Anything else would 
be cheating and I still remember the only time you ever 
spanked me was when you found out that I had been 
cheating on a test."

"But Sweetie, I'm your father now. It wouldn't be 
right.

"Oh no you don't. I'm not going let you get away with 
that either. You're not my real father, so it'll be all 
right. There won't be any problems at all."

"Oh yeah! I'd like to see you trying to explain that to 
a judge. No, on a second thought, I guess I wouldn't 
want to see you try that. You'd lose and I'd windup in 
jail and you'd be sent back to a foster home."

"Well, nobody will ever know about it but you and me 
and I know that neither of us would ever tell anyone. 
You know how much I hate foster homes and I wouldn't 
want to see you go to jail because of me."

"But, it's against the law."

"Daddy, I know how you feel about stupid laws and I 
know that all laws aren't stupid. But, that one really 
is. If the police found out, they'd put half the kids 
in my school in jail for having underage sex, including 
a lot of really nice kids. It just doesn't make any 
sense at all. Most of those kids just can't resist the 
temptations of sex. A long time ago, girls could start 
having sex and get married at twelve. It was really 
dumb of them to make it eighteen for everything. It 
causes nothing but problems and it doesn't solve 
anything"

"You think you have all the answers, don't you?"

"I know you too well, Daddy. I know what I can get away 
with and what I can't, and you've never refused 
anything that was really important to me. One way or 
another, I'm going to have sex with you."

"But really Baby, you'd be better off with a boy your 
own age."

"Remember how you told me that boys will lie and say or 
do anything just to have sex with me? Well, you were 
right about all of that. But there's more, I know a lot 
of boys who go around bragging about the girls they've 
had sex with and I don't want any of them talking about 
me that way. You're the only one I can really trust. 
You won't hurt me, or get me pregnant, or give me any 
of those bad diseases that I've heard about."

"What about that vibrator you wanted. When was it? Two 
years ago? Do you realize how embarrassed I was to go 
into that sex shop to buy it for you."

"Daddy, I've always appreciated what you've done for me 
and the sacrifices you've made on my behalf. That thing 
is better than nothing, but it's only a crutch. It was 
okay for awhile. Now, I want the real thing and I don't 
want just anyone to have sex with me. I want you."

"Sweetheart, the answer is still no. You don't 
understand what you're asking."

"Oh yes I do. I'm no dummy. I understand exactly what 
I'm asking. You've always said that your greatest 
pleasure comes from making me happy and that you would 
do anything if it made me happy. Well, I'm not going to 
be happy until I can start having sex with you. Now, 
did you really mean what you said about wanting me to 
be happy or not."

"Of course I want you to be happy. But, you're way out 
of bounds on this one.

"Daddy, if it would do any good then I would shout it 
from the roof top. But that wouldn't work, so all I can 
to is beg you. Please Daddy, pleeease."

"Sweetheart, it really hurts me to have to say no to 
you about anything. But I still have to say no."

"Be realistic Daddy. Give up, you can't win. I'm going 
to get my way or die trying. You've only got two 
choices, either disown me and throw me out of the house 
or let me have what I want. Either you keep your word 
about making me happy or from now on, you won't get a 
minute's peace. I will keep pestering you from dawn to 
dark. I'll just keep after you until you give in from 
sheer fatigue. One way or another, I'm going to get 
what I want and nothing you can say or do will stop me.

"Yeah," I sighed. "I guess that's exactly what you'd 
do; and you're right, I never have been able to refuse 
you anything that you really wanted. Nor can I bear the 
thought of kicking you out on your ass. You mean too 
much to me. Maybe I shouldn't have been so good at 
teaching you to be so independent and self-confident. 
Oh Hell, my brain is too muddled to keep arguing with 
you. All right then, tonight I'll start teaching you 
about sex. I just hope that I won't regret it."

Throwing her arms around my neck, she said, "Oh Daddy, 
you're wonderful! I love you so much! Thank you! Thank 
you! Thank you!"

***

LATER THAT NIGHT

"Daddy, it's time for bed."

"Yes Dear, I'll be there in a few minutes."

"You've all ready said that three times. Now quit 
stalling and come to bed."

"All right, I coming." I turned off the TV and lights. 
As I went down the hall, I dreaded what was about to 
happen. I began to think that this must be what it's 
like to walk that last mile to an execution chamber. 
When I entered the bedroom, she was naked and sitting 
cross-legged in the middle of my bed. I became aroused 
as I undressed. I hung my suit in the closet and tossed 
my underwear in the laundry hamper.

"Daddy, I am so excited. I've been waiting a long time 
for this."

Turning to face her, I put my hands on my hips, "Yeah, 
like you're an old spinster."

"Daddy, I've never seen you like that." She giggled as 
my full erection pointed straight at her. "Anyway, I'm 
old enough now and you know it isn't my first time. 
But, I really want you to show me how to do it 
properly."

"Oh, so all I am is a sex-ed teacher."

"That's not true." She pouted. "You're every thing to 
me; my best teacher, you teach me everything that they 
don't teach in school; my best friend, we're always 
doing things together and I can talk to you about 
anything, anytime; and you're the best father any girl 
could have."

"Oh really now, and why did you wait so long to tell 
your best friend about having the hots for your 
father?"

"Well, even your best friend doesn't know all of your 
secrets. If I told you too soon you would refuse, then 
I would lose any chance that I would ever have to get 
what I wanted."

"Clever! Now get your butt off the bed so that we can 
turn down the covers."

We worked from both sides of the bed and put the folded 
bedspread away. She got back on the bed and waited. I 
reached into the night stand and got out a condom and a 
tube of K-Y Jelly.

I handed her the condom, "Here hold this."

She took it and looked it over. "What do I do with 
this?"

"Just a second and I'll show you. Now lay down and pull 
your knees up to your chest so I can smear some of this 
on you."

"What's that for?"

"It probably isn't necessary, but it might make it a 
little more comfortable for you. I've used it before 
when you were sick. It's a lubricant; it makes you 
slippery."

I started smearing the jelly around her labia and 
vaginal opening.

She giggled, "That tickles."

"That should be good enough. Now sit up and take the 
condom out of the package...That's right just tear it 
open."

"The girls at school call this a rubber...Okay, what 
next?"

"No, don't unroll it, you won't be able to put it on if 
you do. Look at the way it's rolled. The rolled-up part 
should be on the outside. If it's on the inside, then 
it won't go on; so you just push the middle through and 
it'll be all right."

I laid down as close to the middle of the bed as I 
could. "Now, put the condom on my penis. No, it's 
inside out, just turn it over and try again. That's 
right see how the rolled-up part is on the outside. 
Now, push the rolled-up part down until the condom 
unrolls as far as it will go...Good." Taking the K-Y 
jelly, I said, "Hold out your hand." I squeezed a big 
glob on her outstretched hand. "Now, smear this all 
over the condom."

"But it's already slippery."

"Yeah, I know. But a little more won't hurt and it may 
make it easier if you're kinda small inside."

She went to work, further strengthening my erection as 
she did so. Finally, she wiped her hand on the sheet, 
saying "Gee, I never realized that you could get so 
hard or so big."

I asked, "Are you ready."

"Yes."

"Are You sure you want to do this? This is your last 
chance to change you mind?"

"Daddy please, I'm not going to change my mind, so 
let's get on with it. What do we do next?"

"Alright, I hope I don't regret this. Now, sit on top 
of my legs so that one knee is on this side and the 
other is over here."

"Like this?"

"Yes, now lift up a little bit and scoot forward so 
that you're right over my penis...Good, that's right. 
Now, take hold of my penis so that you can steady it 
and sit down until it just touches you where I put the 
K-Y Jelly."

"Ready, now slowly sit all the way down."

She slid down my shaft until her pubes merged with 
mine. "Oh, that was easy. It didn't even hurt like it 
did at the foster home." She giggled, "It's all the way 
in me. I didn't know I was so big inside. Ohhh, it 
feels so funny with you inside me."

"Funny ha-ha, funny good, or funny bad?"

"I'm not sure, I just feel kinda stuffed. Now what do 
we do?"

"Okay now, keep me inside of you and lean as far 
forward as you can. Now back as far as you can. Now do 
it a couple of times."

"Stop and sit up. Now lift up your knees and twist back 
and forth... That's right."

"Stop and put your knees down. Now keep me inside of 
you and lift up a little ways then sit down again... 
Keep doing it... OK stop, now which did you like the 
best?"

"Up and down."

Putting my hands on her waist, I said, "Okay then, now 
do the up and down and keep on doing it until I tell 
you to stop. Good...good...now keep going."

Soon she was gasping for breath.

"Unh... unh... unh... unh... Daddy... unh... unh... 
what's... unh...happening... unh... to... unh... me?"

"Something wonderful, now keep on doing it until I tell 
you to stop."

"Unh... unh... unh... unh... uuunnhh... mmmmmggggghhh," 
she moaned, tensed, and panting, slumped a little.

Then I gasped, "Uuunnhh," and my back arched as my cock 
throbbed, spewing semen into my little girl's protected 
pussy. Relaxing, I said, "That's enough. Now, just keep 
me inside of you and lay down on my chest."

Snuggling into my arms, she began to cry.

"What's wrong Baby?"

Overcome with emotion, she sobbed, "I love you so much 
it hurts. Hold me Daddy. Hold me tight and never let me 
go."

"I love you too, Baby. More than anything else in the 
whole world. I'll hold you and take care of you until 
you're old enough to take care of yourself. But, I'll 
never ever stop loving you."

I turned off the light and was still holding her when 
we drifted into sleep.

***

SATURDAY MORNING

"Daddy, are you awake?"

"Yes Dear."

She rolled off of me, letting my usual morning erection 
slip out of the gates of paradise, and laid her head on 
my shoulder.

"I've wanted to do that with you ever since you brought 
me home the first time."

"For twenty dollars?"

"No, that didn't mean anything, that was just for 
money. It was the next day when you let me scrub your 
back. Then I wanted to do it for me. Does that make any 
sense?"

"Yes Dear, it does."

"Now, I understand why some of the other girls put up 
with freaky boys; the sex makes it all worth it. Are 
there many fathers and daughters having sex like you 
and me?"

"No, there are very, very few like us and you are 
probably the only girl in your school who can enjoy sex 
with a father who truly loves her. Now let's see... 
there are about a thousand kids in your school, so 
yeah, there could be a couple of other girls who have 
sex with their fathers. But they may be forced to have 
sex and they would begin to hate their fathers, hate 
sex, and even hate themselves. It's a very sad 
situation and it's rare for anyone outside of the 
family to know about it."

"Oh, those poor girls, hating themselves and their 
fathers and even sex. Daddy, No one has actually said 
so, but I get the impression that some of the girls are 
having sex with their brothers. Do you think they might 
be doing it?"

"It's been known to happen Sweetheart. When a 
teenager's hormones start churning, the brain turns to 
mush and any opportunity for sex will be exploited, 
whether it be a convenient next door neighbor or a 
willing sibling. As long as they're discrete about it, 
no one is ever likely to find out. Such instances as 
are reported are usually the result of abuse and rape 
or carelessness on the part of the kids."

"If I had a brother, would you let us have sex?"

"Sweetheart, after last night you already know the 
answer to that."

Gee, I must be the luckiest girl in the world."

"Well, I know for certain that ever since you came to 
live with me, I've been the luckiest father in the 
world."

"Daddy, am I crazy?"

"What? Hell no! You are a very intelligent, well-
balanced young lady. Why would you think that you might 
be crazy?"

"When that boy at the foster home fucked me, it hurt 
and I hated it more than anything else in the world. 
When I did it for money, it hurt then too, but it 
seemed like I wasn't there, and it was happening to 
someone else. That first morning, when I was in the 
shower scrubbing your back, I wanted you to fuck me 
right then, even though I knew it would hurt, and I've 
wanted it ever since then. Last night, when you were 
inside of me, it was...I don't know how to say it, but 
it felt like the best thing that could ever have 
happened to me and I wish it had happened sooner. Why 
is that, Daddy? Why did I want you to fuck me, when I 
hated it so much when the others did it to me?"

"Sweetheart, you have a knack for asking the hardest 
questions. You can ask doctors and scientists and 
psychologists and a lot of other people who think 
they're experts. They will talk about pheromones and 
hormones and natural instinct and gratitude and 
delusions, and none of it will make any real sense. 

"It's kind of like a dozen picture puzzles all mixed up 
in a box and you have to put just one of them together. 
The only answer I can give you is that every once in a 
while two people will meet and everything works out 
just right. Some people would call it 'love at first 
sight', while others might say that they found a soul 
mate. I wish I could explain it better, but I'm not 
sure that I understand it myself."

"A soul mate, I like that, it means that it was God who 
brought us together. One other thing Daddy, I would 
never ever let any boy see me naked and I really don't 
like undressing in a doctor's office or even in the 
girls' locker room at school. I do it, but I just don't 
feel comfortable about it. A lot of the other girls 
just don't seem to care who sees them naked, even if 
it's boys, but I only like it when you see me that 
way."

"Oh, I seem to remember you playing some strip game 
with a boy."

"It was checkers and I never made that mistake again. I 
don't even know why I did it then."

"And then, there was your first camp out with the Woods 
Guides when you went skinny-dipping with the other 
girls."

"Yeah well, you were with me then and there was so much 
going on that I didn't think about it and we never went 
skinny-dipping after the boys showed up. I guess having 
you there made it easier for me. But when we're at home 
alone, I can't get my clothes off fast enough. Why is 
that?"

"Now, that one might be a little easier. I asked why 
you did that on the day we went to see the lawyer, you 
said that being naked made you feel good all over, 
safe, and really free, and you never felt that way 
before. A psychologist might say that you were 
regressing or trying to go back to when you were 
younger and carefree, before all those bad things 
happened to you.

"Now, what I think is that you had been badly abused 
and didn't trust anyone. You ran around naked just to 
test me and you were so happy when you failed to seduce 
me, that you kept on doing it. By now, it's probably 
only a habit. So dear one, that's my best guess. I 
think that you'll have to figure out the answer to that 
question yourself, all I can do is give you a few 
ideas."

"Yeah, I guess maybe you're right about that...Daddy, 
can we have sex again sometime?"

"Sweetie, do you remember when we talked about boys, 
and girls, and sex?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"I said that no matter what the boy wants, it's always 
the girl who decides whether or not they will have sex. 
Well, I'm never going to suggest that we have sex, 
because it might seem like I'd be coercing you when you 
didn't really want to. So, if you ever want to have sex 
again then it's up to you to decide."

With eyes opened wide she whispered, "You mean that we 
can have sex anytime I want to?"

"No, I don't mean that." I ticked off four fingers. 
"First, only at home. Second, only when we have no 
visitors. Third, never when we have chores to do or 
when you have homework. And fourth, never on a school 
night. Otherwise, it's all up to you. Just remember 
Sweetheart, there's more to life than sex."

"Right now, I want to do it right now!"

"Funny, I kinda thought you were going to say that. 
But, I must go to the bathroom first."

She followed me and used the toilet while I disposed of 
the condom and cleaned myself before emptying my 
bladder. When we returned to the bedroom, I reached 
into the night stand for another condom. "Do you want 
to use the K-Y Jelly again?"

"I don't know...yes, let's use it."

"Because you think it might make it easier or because 
it tickles when I smear it on?"

"Both, now give me the rubber." She giggled and laying 
down, pulled up her legs.

Except for breaks for snacks or visits to the bathroom, 
we spent the day in bed. By late afternoon, I was 
unable to attain an erection.

"Daddy, what's wrong with your penis?" She wiggled it 
and let it flop down. "It'll never get inside me like 
that. Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?"

I sighed, "No dear one, that's just the way men and 
boys are. Girls can have sex anytime they want to and 
as often as they want to. Boys can only do it so many 
times, then they can't get an erection and they can't 
have sex without one."

"When it gets hard and stands up, that's an erection? 
But the girls at school call it a hard-on or a stiffie 
or some such. Will yours ever get back to normal?"

"Baby, you've seen me naked often enough to know 
perfectly well that this is normal; it's the erection 
that's special. Depending on how tired I am, it may 
take a couple of hours to recover or maybe not until 
tomorrow. Let's take a bath and wash the smell of sex 
off of us and then go out to dinner and a movie."

"You mean sex makes you smell?"

"Yes it does, and people can notice it; that's one of 
the reasons we will only do it at home."

"I'll love a bath with you and dinner and a movie 
sounds great. How about a jacuzzi? We always used to 
take one together when I was little, but we don't do it 
so much anymore."

That's a good idea. I think a jacuzzi might be just the 
thing after the workout you've given me today."

She giggled and left the bedroom saying, "I'll start 
filling the tub."

***

SUNDAY MORNING

"Daddy, are you awake?"

"I am now."

"Can you get an erection now?"

"Yes, and no we aren't going to have sex."

"Oh Daddy, you promised that I would be the one 
deciding when we have sex."

"True, but look at the clock, we'll miss church and it 
looks like we'll have to skip breakfast as well. And, 
the rector made me swear on your virginity that we 
would be there."

"Oh you Meany, you're terrible." She kissed me. "Daddy, 
I know that it was against some stupid law, but is what 
we did a sin?"

I responded, "Oh boy, now that's another tough 
question. Let me think...when God created the sexes, he 
wasn't being cruel or sadistic. He understood the 
nature of the desires that he gave us and their effect 
on our physical and emotional well-being. When God gave 
us brains, he intended that we should use them, not 
blindly obey the dictates of others. We are expected to 
use these brains to ensure that our actions and 
desires, whether for sex or anything else, do not cause 
harm to ourselves or others, either directly or 
indirectly.

About 1500 years ago or there abouts, some women-hating 
old men convinced the church leaders that sex itself 
was sinful, even for married couples, and that the 
fastest way into heaven was to avoid sex entirely. 
There are some fanatical people today, who still have a 
warped belief that all sex is evil and sinful. I can't 
accept any of that. I think that the only real sin is 
hurting other people. That's basically what the Ten 
Commandments say, 'Don't harm anyone else 
unnecessarily.' Forcing someone to have sex or using 
them for your own purposes or pleasures without regard 
for their feelings is just plan wrong.

One time, during a prostate examination a few years 
ago, my doctor told me that I needed to start having 
more sex. So, should I believe a medical doctor who 
understands human physiology or some ancient cleric who 
thought that the world was flat and that disease was 
caused by demons or sinful ways."

She thought a moment and said, "Okay then, that means 
that when the boy in the foster home held me down and 
fucked me while the other kids watched, it was a really 
bad sin because he was hurting me and I didn't want him 
to fuck me. He did the same thing to the other girls. 
And I guess it means that for us, it wasn't a sin, 
because I wanted you to fuck me and you did it because 
you love me and you were very careful not to hurt me or 
get me pregnant."

"Yes, I think you're right about us. But as for that 
boy, he was just pure evil and not simply a wayward 
sinner. Now, get your butt out of bed and get a move on 
it before we're late."

"You know Daddy, that boy went to church regularly 
three or four times a week and he was still evil and so 
were his parents." She slipped out of bed and ran naked 
into the hall. "First one in the shower!"

Watching her go, I smiled to myself and mused, ("Hmmm, 
I wonder if this means that we can start saving money 
on those fancy negligees she likes so much?")

I got up and laid out a suit, shirt, tie, and underwear 
to wear to church. Then, I went to the kitchen to see 
if I could find a quick snack to keep my stomach from 
growling during the service.

"Shower's free!"

I went into the bathroom and found her, still naked, 
brushing her teeth. I disposed of last night's condom, 
shaved, brushed my teeth, and took my shower. By the 
time I was finished and dressed, she was waiting by 
door.

"We'll just about make it," she said.

We barely made it. We sat just as the processional 
began. The sermon was about the "Good Samaritan," which 
was a great relief to me. A "hellfire and brimstone" 
sermon might have upset her.

During the parish announcements, the rector said, "And 
now I have some very special awards to present; will 
Marie Singleton join me here?" I smiled as she looked 
up at me in surprise. I had to push her into the aisle 
where she walked slowly to the communion rail.

The rector said, "Marie is one of our more active 
younger parishioners. She is an acolyte, a member of 
our youth group, and our troop of Woods Guides. She 
will be among those confirmed at the next visit of the 
bishop. Marie, I am pleased to present you with this 
certificate for five years of perfect attendance in 
Sunday school." The congregation applauded.

"Last year, we lost our first grade teacher due to a 
company transfer. Marie stepped in and taught the first 
grade class for the rest of the year. And, she did a 
very good job of it. I know, because I frequently 
looked in on that particular class. Marie has also 
agreed to continue teaching the same class in the 
coming year. Marie, I am very pleased to present you 
with this Certificate of Appreciation for Exemplary 
Service as the youngest Sunday school teacher in our 
parish records." The congregation applauded as she 
returned to our seats.

After the service, I took my little celebrity to coffee 
hour at the parish hall so that her friends could 
congratulate her. I had ordered a special cake and 
refreshments to celebrate the occasion. As the proud 
father, I received a number of compliments as well. 

Later, as we were driving to a nearby restaurant for 
Sunday brunch she asked, "Daddy, you knew all about 
this, didn't you?"

"Of course, I said that I had sworn that we would be 
there, didn't I?"

"Yeah, on my virginity, I know you were just teasing 
but that was really mean. You know why I'm not virgin. 
It wasn't my fault. I couldn't help it...Gee, I wonder 
what the rector would say if he found out what we were 
doing the last couple of days?"

"I don't think he would say anything. I think that he 
would be so shocked that his black suit would turn 
completely white."

She laughed, "That's a good one, Dad. You're probably 
right too."

"Daddy, the rector's sermon about the Good Samaritan, 
while I was listening, I realized that he could have 
been talking about you."

"Me! How so?"

"That's how you acted when we first met. You fed me, 
gave me money, took me home with you, washed my 
clothes, gave me a bath, a place to sleep, bought me 
new clothes, and didn't even take advantage of me. You 
didn't have to do any of that. You could have just 
fucked me like the others did and let me go my own way. 
You were a kind, gentle, generous, very decent man, 
just like the story in the Bible."

"And now we've had sex, a lot of people would say that 
is anything but decent."

"Yes Daddy, but you taught me that there are a lot of 
stupid people in this world. They don't know you as I 
do. I'm sure that there are a lot of girls my age who 
would kill to get the kind of a life that you've given 
me, sex and all. If I spent the rest of my life saying 
thanks, it wouldn't be nearly enough."

"That works both ways sweetheart, you've been a 
wonderful daughter and you've made me very happy and 
very proud. But, I think that Silas Marner might be 
more appropriate."

"No Daddy, I've read Silas Marner and there are some 
strong similarities in it, but you're definitely the 
Good Samaritan. You were a good man before I met you, 
that's why you took me in. He became a good man only 
after he found the girl."

We arrived at the restaurant.

***

SUNDAY AFTERNOON

After brunch, we returned home. As soon as the door was 
closed and locked behind us she said, "Daddy, it's 
bedtime."

"No, it isn't"

"This is the second time today that you said 'No.' You 
promised me..."

I put my finger on her lips, "Yes, I promised you and I 
meant every word of it. But, I also gave you some 
rules. What were they?"

"Only at home. Only when we have no visitors. Never on 
a school night. And..."

I finished, "Never when we have chores to do or when 
you have homework. You always have homework and you 
didn't do it Friday or Saturday and we didn't get any 
of our weekend chores done yesterday. So, let's get 
changed and get to work."

"Oh all right, but I'm really disappointed."

"Life is full of disappointments my dear and you will 
get a lot of bigger ones than this before you're my 
age. So get used to it." I slapped her on the rump. 
"Now, go get changed." 

It was an unusually heavy list of chores this week, 
more than three hours worth for the two of us. I 
trimmed it to basic essentials so that she would be 
sure to have enough time for homework. 

***

SUNDAY EVENING

After a light supper, she went back to her homework and 
I settled down with a glass of wine and listened to 
some softly playing smooth jazz.

Later in the evening, she came in and sat on my lap, 
sharing the remainder of the wine. "I finished my 
homework, but it was really hard to concentrate. Daddy, 
I really like having sex with you and I wouldn't give 
it up for anything. But, the way some of the girls talk 
at school, isn't there more to sex than what we're 
doing?"

"Yes there is, but you have been very impatient and I 
don't like to disappoint you. I thought it best to wait 
until you slowed down a bit. To put it simply, sex is 
nothing more than a girl's vagina massaging a boy's 
penis until he dumps a load of baby-making sperm inside 
her. But there are many ways of doing it.

"We have you on top because a lot of women like to do 
it that way. It gives you more control and more 
pleasurable sensations. But there is also the boy on 
top, or seated with the girl in his lap, or even 
standing up. Usually, it's a very pleasurable 
experience for both of them. Then too, there are the 
preliminaries of foreplay that help a girl get ready 
for sex. Hmm, I think I can find a book..."

She interrupted angrily, "NO! NO! NO! I won't have it! 
I don't want any dumb old book with dirty pictures. I 
want to...to...I want YOU to teach ME everything about 
sex that I need to know, so that I'll be ready for 
marriage when the time comes. I won't let you push any 
dumb books or anything else on me. I want YOU to do it 
with ME so that I'll be sure to get it right."

"Whoa Missy, that's a tall order."

She replied with saccharin sweetness, "Well MISTER, we 
have all the time we need, years in fact."

And so it was.

***

"What is done out of love always takes place beyond 
good and evil." - Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche, 1844-
1900

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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