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- Daughter, part 1
When Saturday morning arrived, Kathy got after me to help her. "Uhoh," I thought to myself. "More screens to put up or dog shit tobe cleaned off the lawn."
"Okay, honey," I reluctantly agreed, "what is it this time? If it'sabout that screen on the kitchen window I already told you that Iwas going to ---"
"No, no," she interrupted. "I've already given up on that. All Iwant you to do is stay home with Bridget while I take Becky to thedentist. I let Bridget stay up too late last night watchingtelevision and she's sleeping like a log. I couldn't even wake herup to get her dressed and take her with me. You know what adeadhead she is! Think you can do that for me?"
Could I ever! "Yeah, sure," I said, forcing myself not to revealhow glad I was, "I'll stick around. How long'll you be gone? Goinganywhere else?"
She told me she simply must get her hair done, and that she wouldbe unable to get home before four or so.
"It isn't that Bridget isn't old enough to be home by herself,"Kathy explained. "It's just that I hate for her to be alone whenBecky and I are downtown. If she'd been awake she'd have wanted togo with us. She'll feel left out."
I assured her I would stay home until she got back.
"And don't guzzle all the beer we've got left while I'm gone," shereminded me as they went out the door.
After I was sure Kathy was well out of earshot, I carefully enun-ciated two words in her direction: "Fuck you." But it disturbed mea bit to realize, even as I was speaking, that I would never sayanything like it to her face.
Like a flash, without bothering even to change out of my pajamas,I dashed to the girls' room. There she was, deeply asleep just asKathy had said. Bridget was lying on her right side, back to thewall, with her coltish limbs thrown out every which way. The coverswere in a turmoil and her long blonde hair was strewn all over thepillow. As I looked on, her chest rose and fell with the healthyregularity of a young animal.
Too bad I couldn't see her tits. The quilt happened to be placedso that it strategically shielded them from my view, however, andall I could detect was their amorphous but delectable presenceunderneath. But I was luckier with certain other parts of heryouthful anatomy.
One long leg was entirely exposed, being covered only at the verytop of her slender thigh. A few more inches and I would have beentreated to a choice shot of her crotch. I wondered if she waswearing panties. How did my stepdaughters sleep, anyway? I couldn'tremember. Another portion of her body left pleasingly and sensuallybare was the beginning of the curve of the left cheek of her hardyoung ass. My eyes lingered long and thoughtfully there, and wereonly dislodged by an unexpected movement she suddenly made.
I stepped quickly back and started to leave the room until I re-alized it was nothing more than a random shifting of position. Shewas still deeply and gloriously asleep, I noted with a sigh ofrelief. I walked closer, this time to the very edge of the bed. Herpretty face, fresh and rosy without the slightest trace of make-up,lay softly against the clean white pillow. Her mouth was partedloosely, displaying the perfect brightness of her teeth, and herlips --- precociously full and slightly moist --- pouted over someunknowable dream that may have been passing through her mind.
"Geez," I thought, gazing down at her lovely young form. "How thehell I managed to pretend this kid doesn't turn me on for all theseyears is more than I can understand. She's a regular little dollif there ever was one!"
Testing her, I slowly lowered myself to the bed and sat beside her.No reaction. I sat heavily with all my weight, even bouncing acouple of times. Her only motion was the natural swaying of herbody caused by the movement of the bed. In a quiet voice I said,"Honey, you awake? Wake up now." Still nothing.
With anticipation nervously mounting, I swung my feet from myslippers and lay beside her. My weight caused her body to slideslightly toward me, but still no sign of wakefulness from thesleeping youngster. The slight movement caused her legs to fallopen a trifle, making her unconscious pose even more sensual andsuggestive than before, but she evidently remained sound asleep.I raised trembling fingers to her half-covered form and started totouch her. Would this wake her up?
Talking to her and moving the bed was one thing, but to actuallycome in contact with her body --- that was quite another. Dare Iattempt so bold a thing? Shit, what if she woke up! What could Isay? "Excuse me, I was just looking for my golf shoes?" Hardly. Oh,I could simply tell her to shut up and go back to sleep, to forgetit. After all, I was her stepfather. But I knew damned well if Idid anything too weird, word would get back to her mother.
I couldn't stand to be that close to such tempting flesh withoutat least a touch. Gingerly, my hand moved over her body, stilluncertain where I should try touching her. It was like a hawk,dipping her and there over the surface below without ever quitetouching down.
I'd try it somewhere through the quilt. That seemed less dangerousthan allowing myself to touch her bare skin. At last I dropped myfingertips to the curve of her waist, just below her ribs. I tracedit up and down the long contour of her side from her hip to nearlyunder her arm. She kept breathing with perfect regularity, her eyestightly closed.
"Sonofabitch," I thought, "it's giving me a charge just to feel herthrough the quilt...wish to hell I had guts enough to get under thecovers and really get into it."
I lay on my left side, facing her, me in my unbuttoned pajamas andshe partially covered by the quilt. I supported myself on my leftelbow and used my right hand to perform my exciting explorations.I kept increasing the pressure of my fingers 'til I was rubbing herside. Now I could feel the delicately articulated bones of herindividual ribs, as well as the firm rise of her hip and the eroticswell of firm flesh just below her arm.
My cock crept out of my pajamas and extended onto the sheet. Witha surge of excitement I realized I had a good chance to really dosomething worthwhile with the kid. Shit, if only I could manage tostrip the quilt all the way off without waking her up, I'd evensettle for that. It would be enough just to see all of her at once,even if I didn't get to lay a hand on her naked body. I could enjoylying there by her and gazing at her while I jerked myself off,that was for certain.
But with any luck, maybe I could do even more! My cock was all theway stiff now, and as I considered the wonderful possibilitiesconfronting me it began to throb. I extended the movement of myhand to the round curve of her ass, the still-covered cheek of it,and its solid firmness sent a chill of delight through my excitedbody.
Just as I was extending my hand toward her armpit again, she sud-denly moved! I jerked my hand away and was half off the bed beforeI realized it had only been a sleepy shifting of position. She wasstill out. I wiped my face of sweat and lay down again beside her.Her movement had opened up new vistas of delight and I couldn'twait to get my hands on her.
Now she lay more on her back than on her side, one slim knee up inthe air and the upper part of her chest exposed well below thecollar bone. Shit! A few more inches and I could see, finally, thenaked loveliness of one of those sweet little titties that pokedup so impertinently from beneath the quilt.
I was getting so excited now that I was bolder. "Damn it, I can'tstand this any longer. I'm gonna at least get her naked so I canget an eyeful!"
Impetuously I jerked the quilt off her entire upper body. Thegirl's pretty little titties lay naked and soft before me, per-fectly formed and each about the size of a small lemon. The skinwas rosy pink, the color anyone with such blonde hair and pure blueeyes would have to have, I thought. Only the pert nipples thatcrowned their tips differed slightly in shade, and these were adeep, livid pink that emphasized their pointy shape.
I felt like crying, they were so nice to look at. It was all Icould do to keep from covering the succulent buds with my mouthand, slobbering like a madman perhaps, lick and suck them 'tileither she awoke or I went insane from lust. I moved toward her nowwith a growing need to lay my eager hands on the nakedness of hervirginal flesh. Her lips lay half open, still pouting like aspoiled young aristocrat.
Then suddenly there was the crunch of gravel in the driveway andbefore I could believe what was happening, Becky had dashed fromthe car and into the house. She was already as far as the innerhall before I managed to leap off the bed and stand trembling inthe doorway. She was between me and the master bedroom, and hereI was in the same room with her sleeping and half-naked big sister,my cock hanging out and pulsing like a piston.
"Daddy," she called out. "Daddy, where are you?"
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I froze against the door facing. If only I had some clothes on, Icould bluff my way out. But Kathy had always been very strict aboutour family wearing clothes around the house. Becky would be sureto think it strange that I was bumbling around in my pajamas andwould undoubtedly mention it to Kathy.
For agonizing seconds I heard her light feet tripping in and outof the master bedroom. Then I heard her go to the door and yellout, "Mom, he's not in his room. What do you want me to do, justbring you the money off the dresser?"
Hell! That's all that made them come back? I'd had a thousandthoughts and all that was wrong was Kathy had forgotten to takeenough damned money with her!
Within seconds, Becky had grabbed the money off the dresser at hermother's command and dashed back to the car with it, as they wereboth gone as quickly as they had arrived.
Whew! Much too close for comfort. I glanced over my shoulder to besure Bridget was still asleep and, seeing that she was, ran to thekitchen. I grabbed a cold beer from the refrigerator and downed itall in three long swallows, then opened a second can and took itwith me to the bedroom. I drank a long swig from it, deposited iton the night table, and hopped back into bed.
"Okay, honey," I muttered under my breath. "I learned my lesson.Damned near lost my chance to get it on with you...this time is forreal."
I dropped beside her and placed my hand on the only remaining partof her body still covered by the quilt --- the shallow hollow ofher crotch. The marvelous heat of her young cunt, real or imaginedby me in my new lust, seemed to flow up through the thin quilt likesmoke up the flue of a fireplace.
I massaged her, not with fear and hesitation as before, but withthe lusty pressure of a man bent on getting pleasure for himself.The girl shifted only slightly and when she did it was only tobring her thighs closer together. She moved her head on the pillowand the trace of a petulant sleep frown grew on her face, but soonvanished to leave her as unwaking as before.
I gazed down at the nearly-naked body of my stepdaughter and mymind blurred at the potential pleasure in store for me. Thosebeautiful little tits, those long slender legs, the smooth perfectskin of her pretty face and the long blonde hair that lay in a fanacross the pillow...all that was lying there waiting for me torejoice in!
If --- and it was a big "if" --- I could manage to keep her fromwaking up. It was dangerous, but impossible for me to resist try-ing the crazy thing.
I boldly ran my hand under the quilt, touching her for the firsttime on her bare skin. I moved my fingers gently over the depres-sion of her navel, then headed for the creamy little mounds of hersmall plump titties.
The touch of her skin sent shivers of desire through my body andmade my cock pulse again like a piston. I switched hands, puttingmy left hand on her flat, firm stomach and grabbing my meat withthe other.
"Oh, honey," I said under my breath to my sleeping stepdaughter,"if only you don't wake up until I get a nice hold on those sweetlittle tits."
I rubbed her stomach and worked my way toward her tits, ever warythat she might awaken. Bridget began to move a bit, but it was onlythe aimless tossing of a sleep that, while still deep, wasnevertheless somewhat disturbed. I worked my hand up and down mytool with gusto.
When I finally closed my fingers over the taut tip of her nipples,I had to quit jacking off. I was so worked up over finally gettingmy hands on the girl's ripe treasures that I was afraid I'd shootoff at that very instant. Breathing hard, I lay beside her andmilked the titty with one hand as I brought the other up to joinit. If there ever was a pair of tits that deserved double duty,this was the pair.
I leaned over her and gazed at the baby-soft face from only inchesaway, dying to plaster my hungry lips over her inviting,half-parted mouth. I ran my nose up and down the length of her titsand tummy, savoring the slightly acrid odor of her girl smell. Mycock quivered between my legs, demanding access to the damp, secretskin of her inner thighs.
"I can't touch her with it," I thought to myself. "It's stupid tothink that it wouldn't wake her up...Gotta hold back. Damn! WouldI like to feel the head of my cock between her legs!"
I also knew that the splitting of her maidenhead would be notrivial matter --- even if she were awake, much less starting outat it while she slept. If not my cock, maybe my hands then...ifplaying with her tits this much didn't wake her up, maybe I wouldget by with a little finger-fucking.
I should have known there was bound to be a reaction from hersomewhere along the line, by this time my hard prick was con-trolling me about as much as my head was. I left one hand tostimulate her tits and stuck the other under the quilt.
I flipped it off and left her, for the first time, totally naked.The little tease wasn't wearing anything at all over her privates!
"Sonofabitch," I thought. "Look at that, will you? If her motherknew she slept strip-ass naked like this she'd tan herhide...wonder if Becky does the same?"
I was set a-tremble all over again by the sight of her virginalyoung cunt. The hair there was sparse compared to a grown woman's,but the sleek swell of her outer lips was enough to prove she wasfar from being a "little girl." And the color --- every bit asblonde as the silky hair on her golden little head! My fingersshook as I poised them over her sweet slit and built up enoughnerve to dip into the honey.
My prick was rigid as a poker and quaking like it had become aseparate part of my body. I glanced at her face again one moretime, then parted the golden fleece with my fingers and pressedthem to the full-lipped slit of her lovely little cunt.She moved! This time a lot. Before I even began to have time to seeif I could make her wet, she turned her ass this way and that. Thenshe even raised an arm to her face and shielded her eyes as thoughshe were on the verge of waking up. I jerked my hands off her body as though it were radioactive. Ihopped off the bed, my cock jiggling awkwardly in the air and myfeet desperately seeking my house slippers. Before I was evenstanding, she began to mumble."Huh? Whaz 'at?" she mumbled groggily. "Who zat?"I jammed my feet into the elusive slippers, grabbed the can of beeroff the night table and tore out of her room like a cannon shot.Behind me I could still hear her half-wakened voice.I dove into my bed closing the door behind me. For agonizing sec-onds I lay in fear. Had she seen me as I ran out? Had she known Iwas on the bed with her? Had she known anyone was? Would she freakout when she saw that her covers had been pulled off, or maybe justthink she'd done it herself during the night? And did she realize,now that she was awake, that someone had been touching her body inintimate places where no hand dare intrude except her own?
Listening closely and holding my breath, I could make out noisesin her room. A drawer opening and closing, a swishing noise, arandom movement...then the sound of her feet in the hall. She wasnot only awake, but up and dressed and coming toward the masterbedroom!
"Mom," she called outside the door. "Daddy?"
I grabbed a book off the night table and answered, "Bridget, thatyou? Your mom's with Becky at the dentist. What's wrong? I thoughtyou were still asleep."
"Daddy," she called, "could...could you come out here a minuteplease?"
"Oh, shit," I thought, "this is it!" She sounded disturbed. Care-fully remembering to don my robe over my pajamas, I went out to seewhat was going to happen.
"Never mind, Daddy," she said, changing her mind, "it's okay.There's nothing wrong. I...I don't have to talk to you. I guessI'll just wait until Mom gets home."
I felt a cold chill pass through my heart. The worst had happened--- she was going to tell Kathy I'd been in her room. Somehow shehad been more awake than I knew.
I became especially nice. "Now Bridget, can't you and I discussthis? You don't have to take it to your mother, do you? I'm surethe two of us can ---"
"No, Daddy," she said, smiling sweetly. "It...it's a 'girl type'thing I have to talk about. I better wait for Mom. It's not im-portant, I guess."
Her easy demeanor gave me second thoughts. Was it possible shecould be referring to something else? Being as careful as I couldto keep my voice from shaking, I asked in a very offhand tone, "Howlong you been awake? Did the...alarm wake you? Did you and Beckyhave your clock set?"
"Oh, no," she told me, her face innocent as a lamb's. "I just nowwoke up. Guess I just woke up 'cause it was time for me to quitsleeping."
I had to restrain myself from giving out with an audible sigh ofrelief. My fears were in vain --- somehow, she had been asleep allthe time after all. It made me feel so good to know I had escapeddetection that I ushered her into the kitchen and poured someorange juice for her. I even offered to scramble her some eggs.
"You will?" she eagerly chirped. "Groovy!"
(It wasn't at all common for her stepfather to make such an offer,she thought. She wondered why he was so genial this morning. Maybeshe had just been overlooking how nice he really was. Suddenly shefelt especially close to him. Maybe she could talk to him aboutwhat was bothering her, after all.)
"Sure nothing's wrong, honey?" I called from the stove.
(That did it. She would talk to him about it instead of waiting forher mom. She answered yes, that there was something on her mind,but she would feel funny talking about it with him. She said shewas afraid she might get embarrassed, though. It was, she repeated,"girl stuff.")
I assured her it would be okay. I lightly jested that her momwasn't the only adult in the house who knew about such matters, andshe shouldn't feel at all ashamed to discuss whatever it was withme.
What the hell's she driving at, anyway, I wondered.
"Well, okay, Daddy," she finally said. "I guess it's okay for meto talk about stuff like this with you. But listen...don't mentionthis to Mom. I think she might get sore if she found out that Italked to you about it."
I assured her everything she said would be strictly between us. Shegiggled and said okay, she could confide in me, but it would takeher awhile to get up the nerve.
"Well, maybe it'll only take you as long to do that as it does tofinish your eggs," I joshed. "I'll be in the living room watchingtelevision."
Now I was really curious. On the other hand, she seemed especiallytalkative and friendly this morning. Maybe my best bet was just tolet her go at her own speed and not try to push her. That approachhad worked well so far. I went into the living room and ploppeddown on the couch to watch television.
In a few minutes she came in and joined me. She made me promise Iwouldn't laugh at her, then opened up to me. She said she'd beenhaving some strange feelings lately. They were "real personal"feelings, she told me, and they were different than anything shehad ever felt before. Boldly, she mentioned that she thought itmight have something to do with the fact that she had begun havingher period a few months before, but she wasn't sure.
It made me feel good to have her discuss such intimate things withme. Not to mention the fact that such a sexy subject made my cockgrow a bit inside my pajamas and robe.
"Well, honey," I said, "I thought your mom had a long talk with youabout your period and everything. Didn't she explain it all to you?You'd better be more specific."
"Yeah, she explained all that to me," Bridget said, "but I didn'tmean it's something about my actual period...just about...I don'tknow, just about growing up, I guess. See, Daddy, I think some-thing's wrong with me. I mean, I feel certain ways sometimes andI don't know if other girls ever feel that way or not. You think...you think I could be some kind of freak, Daddy?"
Her last statement was uttered with such grave seriousness that Ihad to tousle her hair and laugh in spite of my promise. I assuredher that I wasn't laughing at her, only at her idea that she mightbe "some kind of freak."
"Honey," I said, "there's not a thing in the world wrong with you.Of course you're not any kind of a freak. You're healthy as you canbe, the prettiest girl in your class. Didn't they give you the mainrole in the big school play last year?"
She reddened a bit around the ears at my compliment, and I knew shefelt a surge of delight at my words. She modestly acknowledged whatI said, but claimed that what she was talking about was somethingelse.
"I...I really shouldn't tell you, Daddy," she hedged. "It'sabout...you know, secret things..." Her voice trailed off and shelowered her eyes.
"Nonsense," I said, pulling her to me playfully and shaking her bythe ears. That forced a grin on her face. "Come on, out with it.Tell Daddy what's bothering you."
Her face brightened. "Promise you won't tell Mom?"
"Of course not," I vowed. "No way!" This was getting tedious andsilly.
"Okay then," she said, "but let me whisper it to you."
And she stretched forward and put her lips to my ear. As shewhispered, her firm torso was pressed delightfully close to mine.And she was stretched so far forward that her skirt was inadver-tently yanked much higher up the back of her pretty legs than shemeant it to be. I could see damned near up to where the elasticlegband of her panties must be, I thought. I remembered how deli-cious she had looked in bed, naked.
As her hot breath buzzed into my ear, I could hardly believe whatI was hearing. The combination of what she was telling me plus theintimate closeness of our bodies was making my prick swell in spiteof my best efforts to keep it down. If a mirror had been in frontof me, I'm sure I would have been amazed at the way my eyes grewwider and wider as I listened.
Finally she drew away and shyly turned her face away. "See what Imean, Daddy," she said in a quiet voice, "see why I didn't want totell you?"
I swept my arm around her, enclosing her in a fatherly hug andpulling her affectionately to my side.
"You poor little monkey," I consoled her. "Is that what's beenbothering you? Well, I'm going to fix that right now. You've beenan awfully good girl to tell me about it. I know it was hard foryou to talk about, but don't worry...we're going to have a 'man-to-man' talk and I'm going to clear everything up for you."
She managed a fey grin at my attempt to make her laugh about ushaving a man-to-man talk.
"You sit right here, honey," I told her, pulling her onto my lapas though it were the most common thing in the world, "right herewhere you used to sit when you were a little bitty girl. There,isn't that better?"
(She nodded, smiling at this unaccustomed display of parental af-fection, and allowed her trim figure to be hauled onto his lap. Shefelt a little silly to be sitting there at her age but it was alsokind of fun, sort of a joking game between them. But she knewwhatever he was about to say in answer to her questions wouldn'tbe a joke...at least she hoped not --- she had been deadly seriousabout everything she whispered to him.)
"In the first place, Bridget," I said, "all girls have feelingslike you just described to me. It's the most normal thing in theworld. Some may start being aware of it at an earlier age thanothers, but sooner or later it's bound to happen."
"It...it is?" she ventured, wonder in her voice. "Even when it'swhere I told you...?" Her words trailed off and she made a furtivegesture toward her lap.
"Sure," I continued. "And you needn't be embarrassed talking about'what's between your legs,' as you called it. By the way, you'llhear that called by a lot of names, so it doesn't matter what youcall it --- but don't be afraid to call it something. Why not justsay 'cunt' and be done with it."
She said she'd heard older girls call it that, but thought it wasnasty. "I've heard them say p-pussy for it, too," she volunteered,stumbling over the forbidden word from embarrassment but stillfeeling a thrill of pride at being able to say it in front of herstepdaddy. "And other words, too...like snatch."
She giggle. "Becky calls it her 'cunny' sometimes. I don't knowwhere she got that."
"And so, honey," I said, resuming my role as teacher, "it's per-fectly natural for a girl's cunt to get those 'funny feelings,' asyou called it. That's called 'getting hot' when you feel like that,or 'turned on.' It's like a boy or a man getting a 'hard- on' orgetting his prick 'stiff.' You know what that is?"
"Shit!" I thought to myself. "If she doesn't know what it is shecan just wiggle her ass around in my lap and feel mine. I'm sofucking horny from this shit I'm afraid I'm gonna pop my nuts offany second."
She nodded that she knew what it was, lowering her blue eyes at theadmission.
"You said you first noticed feeling that way a few years ago whenyou were taking a warm bath," I went on, "but that afterward youbegan to notice other things that made you feel the same way. Likesliding down that pole at the playground and the time you rode thehorse at Uncle John's farm. But what started bothering you aboutgetting hot was that as you've gotten older, you get hot indifferent ways, right? And more often than before. That sometimesyou just start feeling that way for no reason at all, like whenyou're in bed at night or when you're taking a sunbath out in thepatio?"
...continued Daughter, part 2 <:)---*
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