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   Daddy and Me, chapter 4

   Marybeth





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Daddy." I said in surprise.

   "Baby doll," he said in a sad, lonely voice.  "Will you love Daddy
tonight?" He sat on the edge of the tub and pulled me into his arms.  "Oh
baby, I need you so much." he said as tears came to his eyes.

   "Don't cry Daddy." I said.  He sat me on his lap.  My legs wrapped
around his waist, my arms around his neck.  He started kissing me.  His
kisses were hard and wanting.  His breath was hot, and he was breathing
hard as he pulled one of my nipples into his mouth.

   He sucked rougher on my nipples than he had ever done before.  It hurt,
my nipples seem to be more tender than usual lately.  I didn't complain
because it still gave me that wonderful throbbing feeling inside that I
longed for.

   Daddy reached down and slid his hard cock to the entrance of my pussy.
He thrust himself up inside of me.  "Oh," he moaned as he shuddered, "ride
me baby doll.  Make me feel good."

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

   My clit rubbed his shaft with every downward stroke.  I was swollen, and
throbbing hard.  "Oh Daddy," I said, "I love you.  I don't know if I can
hold off this time, not making love like this.  I'm so close."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Yuck," I said.  "Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Now?" I cried.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Aunt Barb and Uncle Bob weren't really married, but no one ever made an
issue of it, except of course Mom.  He wasn't Rick's biological father
either, but he treated him like he did the other three.  Uncle Bob is a
character.  He is your stereotypical truck driver.  He brags too much,
loves too many women, drinks too much beer, and chews tobacco.  Oh, yeah, I
almost forgot, he has a terrible stuttering problem too.  It intrigues me
to listen to him stammer.  When he gets stuck on a word, sometimes I wonder
if he'll figure it out or just give up.  So far, I've never heard him give
up no matter how long it's taken him to spit the word out.  He always wants
to hold me on his lap.  "Why don't you come over here and sit on your Uncle
Bob's lap, honey?" He made me feel uncomfortable, but I knew Mom was
watching, and I was expected to mind my elders.  Daddy sat on the other
side of the room and, I could tell he didn't like it.  Uncle Bob said,
"You're getting to be quite a young lady." His hand was cupped under my
breast, and he swayed his leg back and forth across my clit.  I think he
knows exactly what he's doing, but no one could make me feel as good as
Daddy does.  He kissed my cheek.

   Yuck, I hated it when he did that.  His breath smelled like beer and
tobacco.

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

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

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

   I could feel my face flush from the humiliation.

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

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

   We all left the adults to their conversation and disappeared up stairs
to play hid and seek.  There was a big, dark, walk-in closet, lit only by a
singular bulb that hung from the center of the ceiling.  There were lots of
neat treasures to be discovered.  That's where Rick, Chuck and I headed to
hide.  The door to the closet lacked a door knob, leaving a nice hole to
keep watch.  We hadn't been in the closet long when Rick said, "Marybeth,
show me your tits.  They've really grown.  Chuck," he continued, "you keep
watch." Chuck turned and knelt to watch for unwanted visitors.  I slipped
my sweater off, exposing my bra filled full with my breasts.  Rick's eyes
got huge.  He walked over and started massaging them through the fabric of
my bra.  It felt good, and I wanted more.  He walked behind me and undid
the hooks freeing my tender, swollen nipples.  He rolled each between his
finger tips.  Then he unsnapped his pants and exposes his cock.  I was
surprised.  His cock was hard, and I almost wanted to laugh.  I guess I
expected a cock the size of a man's instead of that of a 13-year-old boy. I
reached down and started stroking him like I did Daddy.  Then Rick said,
"turn around and bend over." I leaned over some boxes and he took his cock
and started humping my pussy doggie style.  I could barely feel it.  It
wasn't long until I could feel the wetness from his ejaculation.  Not
nearly like that of Daddy's.  But, I liked it because he liked me.  All
this times my brother kept his vigil.  He never tried sneaking a peek or
even acting like it phased him.  Chuck is different.  I worry about him. 
We put our clothes back on and rejoined the family as though nothing had
happened.

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

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

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

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

   The weather was too nasty outside so my brothers busied themselves with
indoor activities.  I sat on Dad's lap under a blanket and watched TV with
him.

   Daddy Kissed and cuddled with me.  He was so loving.  He told me we'd
have to take more precautions with our love making from now on.  Now that I
was a full woman.  I could tell his cock was hard and he was horny as he
talked to me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Mmm, yes," I said as I continued to stroke him.  I closed my eyes and
made a mental recording of how wonderful his strong, hard cock felt.  It
was huge compared to Ricks.  I could feel the hard ridges his muscle made
under his skin, and trailed my finger up the underside lightly over the big
vein that popped out.  He flinched and moaned.  "Daddy," I asked with a
question in my voice, "were you watching Uncle Bob yesterday at Christmas?"

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

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

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

   I'd rarely heard my dad curse, and even more rarely seen him drink.

   His cock was seeping precum and it was really slippery.  I started
varying my rhythm.  I'd speed up and slow down.  I'd pull his foreskin back
all the way then pull it all the way over the head allowing more lubricant
to ooze out.  I longed to feel him inside me.

   Daddy ran his hand up my leg.  I instinctively spread them, wanting his
fingers inside of me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

   My brothers passed through the living room for various things a couple
of times.  Daddy would stop thrusting and just pretend to be holding me.  I
could feel him make his cock move with his stomach muscles.  It only made
me hotter and desire him more.

   I don't know what it is, but I want to be fucked like I'd never been
fucked before, too.  Maybe it has something to do with being a real woman
now and my new friend.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "What's this?" Dad asked.

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

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

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

   Oh great I thought, not another special friend.

   "They're called rubbers." he said.  Then he reached up in the cupboard
and got a package out.  "This is a rubber." He opened the package.  His
cock had gotten hard just explaining it to me.  He held the rubber on the
tip of his cock as he unrolled the sleeve down his shaft.  I sat on the
stool and he walked up to me.  I started stroking him while I watched the
rubber get thinner at the tip as I stroked down.  The precum kind of made
tiny bubbles beneath the rubber film over his mushroom head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   He said, "We'll see baby."

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