                     There are none so blind ....
                           An Erotic Story
     
   Jonathan Swift was right; as my idiot husband proves.  Sandy is
*his* little girl, always has been, and he just cannot see what's
going on.
   Even as a little girl, when two or three years old, Dan would
dress up Sandy in the most outrageous clothes ... FAR too "adult"
for such a child ... and never see how he was attracting men's (and
older boy's) attention to the kid in ways that a little girl
wouldn't understand.  But Sandy *loved* the attention.  She pranced,
she *glowed*, she basked in the male adoration; and still does, for
that matter.
   I remember one particular frilly bathing suit Dan got Sandy when
she was a little over three and active as a bee.  It looked like a
pink tutu, with a frilly waist and pink mesh-like material for all
the rest.  The material was stretchy and fit Sandy like a glove.
Even as small as she was, and being her size, she got into it like
wearing pantyhose ... by rolling it on.  It wasn't until we went
swimming down at the local motel that had "open swimming" all year
round (for a fee, of course) that I found out the other properties
of the fabric.  Somehow I suspect Dan already knew, even before he
bought it.  He just didn't see the consequences of dressing a little
girl like that.  Still, *somebody* did, or they wouldn't create such
outfits.
   What was so different about the material?  Well, being a
swimsuit, Sandy didn't wear shoes; and so when she ran into the
water and then pell-mell out around the pool, padding madly around
the edge, it wasn't until she headed back to Mom for more attention
that I realized the water had soaked into the fabric of her swimsuit
... and Sandy looked almost exactly as if she was stark staring
naked!  Well, except for the frilly puff around her waist that is.
The swimsuit fabric was the kind that some girls wear for a "wet T-
shirt contest" where the idea is to show off everything you can
while still "legally" being dressed.  You could see every detail of
Sandy's body, from her little pink nipples, her soft dimple of a
bellybutton, on down to the pouting cleft where the tight fabric
actually vanished into the camel-toe of the youngster's vagina.
   And Dan, that blind old fool, couldn't see anything wrong with
this!  He said it looked "cute" on her.  That three-quarters of the
men around the pool were staring (usually out of the corner of their
eyes; not wanting to seem like perverts) at our little girl padding
around like she was naked in bare feet, didn't seem to bother him
either.  "They're just looking out for her," he explained.  This
*almost* made sense; as Sandy was a cute little heartache, padding
madly around the pool until everybody winced with each little stub
of toe or other minor mishap.  It was obvious that nobody wanted to
see the kid hurt herself; but at her mad dashes here and there on
the hard concrete surface it was almost inevitable.  Each time Sandy
passed near one of the older men he would flinch away; while his
eyes never left the child; as if fearing she might fall in or get
hurt and he'd *have* to rescue her ... and then be thought a child-
molester for touching the girl.  It was with some considerable
relief, both to me and I'm sure to the watching men that we finally
left after about an hour there.
   Three more such outings, and one at the beach that drew even more
stares, before Sandy finally outgrew the outfit and I could convince
Dan to get her something more "reasonable" for a girl her age ...
like a two-piece bikini.
   All through school while she was growing up, it was the same
thing:  I'd buy "sensible" clothing like jeans and blouses that
tucked in ... and then Dan and Sandy would return from shopping with
the girl wearing a "fuck me" short little dress that didn't reach
halfway to her knees, padded bosom, and sexy red silky panties that
*I* would blush to wear, often saying things like, "Daddy's Girl" in
fancy embroidery.
   It's funny but:  Sandy seemed to like wearing *both* kinds of
clothes.  Most girls pick a model and keep to that; some becoming
kindersluts while others become tomboys.  Sandy?  SHE liked wearing
jeans and pants and getting dirty with the boys ... and then the
next day going to the mall wearing a short little micro-mini that
didn't reach even to the *bottom* of her matching panties, along
with a scarf of a top that left her entire chest and belly visible
to all the panting boys and drooling pedophiles.
   Dan seemed to *like* showing off his little girl; never realizing
it seems that it wasn't the child's *beauty* that attracted so many
men's admiring stares, but her blatant sexuality!  Dan always was
blind to the fact that Sandy even HAD sexuality, let alone that the
clothes he bought for her or encouraged her to buy actually flaunted
that same aspect of her developing young body.  Little girls aren't
sexy, are they?
   These days you hear a lot of crap about incest on TV.  I say
"crap" advisedly, because most of it is.  Probably 3/4 of the so-
called "incest" isn't really; being between cousins or such, which
shouldn't even be *called* incest.  Some idiots even include sex
between second-cousins incest!  Almost as silly, is calling
uncle/niece and aunt/nephew sex, incest.  Grandfather/granddaughter
sex is kind of borderline; so might be incest in some circumstances
(say the grandparent lives in the home) but not others.  No, I'm
*not* going to draw a sharp line.  For sure stepfather/stepdaughter
sex isn't really incest, as the people aren't even related any more
than the second husband and his wife!  Really, except for it being
"cheating on his wife", there really isn't any valid reason for a
man not having sex, yes, full vaginal intercourse, with all of his
wife's daughters, as long as they aren't *his* kids.  There are
instead, even several valid reasons FOR a man fucking (yes,
*fucking*) his new wife's daughters; not the least of which is that
it gives the girls a chance to love their new stepfather by making-
love with him.  It also gives the woman a better chance of staying
married, by giving her new husband several women to fuck instead of
just her.  Since it isn't really incest (though some call it that),
why not?
   That leaves brother/sister sex, and (of course) father/daughter
sex.  Brother/sister sex, of course, is hard to stop when you don't
have enough money to put the kids all in separate bedrooms ... and
what virile young boy or horny young girl are NOT going to have sex
together when sleeping together, probably in the same bed?  It's
just naturally going to happen.
   Still, most people aren't talking about sibling sex when they
speak of incest ... They mean father/daughter sex.  Yeah, really.
From the sound of things, you'd think it went on all the time, like
brothers and sisters.  Personally, I think it's all a bunch of bunk;
mostly put out by angry women ... women getting divorced, when
they'll accuse their soon-to-be-ex of anything; especially during
custody-battles for the kids.  Accusing a man of raping his little
girls, when he loves them as much as she does, if not more, is a
common tactic in bitter divorce cases.
   Most of the rest I think, are mainly just super-jealous and
suspicious wives, who would find such innocent things as their
husband giving their little girl an open-mouthed kiss to make them
think they're having sex.  What some suspicious-minded women like
them would think if they came home, found their husband and little
girl cuddling naked together on the bed, with his prick buried to
the hilt in her, you can only guess.  Even with Sandy and Dan, once
he starts sliding his prick in and out of the girl, it's hard for
even me to shake the illusion that they're having sex, even though I
know better.
   Hell, if you're the jealous type, and your mind is always *on*
sex, then even the most innocent of things can be construed as
sexual.  Like the time when Sandy was about three years old, and I
saw her and Dan meet in the hallway when he came out of the bathroom
one morning with a hard-on; almost poking the little girl in the
face with the thing.  Sandy, of course, opened her mouth, and Dan's
prick slid right in.  For the next three minutes or so, if you were
the suspicious type and had walked in on the two without seeing what
happened all the way, you might suspect our daughter was being
molested by Dan forcing her to give him a blow-job.  But it wasn't
that way at all!  Sandy just slid her little mouth back and forth on
Dan's prick like it was some big lollipop, until she suddenly gave a
choking gasp and white drool spat out her mouth and even her nose.
Then Sandy gave one last lick, swallowed heavily, and wandered off
into the living-room as she lost interest.  To somebody who didn't
know better, it almost appeared as if Sandy had just sucked her
father off.  A suspicious woman might even count that as Dan having
sex with the child.
   After seeing that happen once, I noticed similar things where Dan
would be sitting in the big chair, on the edge of the bed, or once
on the toilet, and Sandy would come in, swallow her father's swollen
prick, move her mouth back and forth like she was sucking it for a
few minutes, and then gulp heavily ... almost as if she was giving
Dan a blow-job each time, and even swallowing his cum.  I guess it's
a good thing I knew better, or even *I* might have gotten suspicious
about Dan having sex with our little girl later on, when other
things happened.  It's just that Sandy had found a new toy to play
with.  When she was younger the girl had sucked her thumb.  Now she
had something bigger to play with.  I really might have suspected
Dan was molesting the kid, having her suck him off; only it was
always Sandy who came up to her father, fished his prick out of his
robe or pants, and then started sucking on it like some obscene
lollipop.
   No, I didn't expect Dan to chase the little girl off.  Even
though it wasn't real sex, I know how good it feels to a man to have
his prick in a woman or even a little girl's mouth.  Like I said,
it's not as if he was molesting the kid ... more like she was
molesting him, if that were possible.
   Still, Dan never even seemed to suspect how sexy our little girl
was getting, and how inappropriate for her age the clothes he got
for her were.  When I complained, Dan just shrugged and told me that
Sandy was just a little girl ... She *deserved* a chance to look
pretty.  Damned idiot was/is so blind he can't tell the difference
between pretty and sexy.  Sometimes the girl would go out wearing
short little micro-minis, slit up to the waist, with padded bra,
short little tube-top, and bare midriff; looking almost like a
hooker browsing for Johns.  Hell, if DAN couldn't see the little
girl was sexy, you can be sure that all the men down at the mall
did!  It was almost as if my husband was showing our little girl
off.
   Heck, when I asked him, he even admitted it ... somewhat.  Dan
said Sandy *liked* to show off; so why not let her?  It wasn't as if
she was a woman yet; so what did it matter if she showed off a lot
of skin?  Who did I think would try to molest her?  After all, Sandy
was only a little girl; so let her enjoy herself!  The guy I tell
you was just blind!
   Eventually my husband even started letting Sandy buy similar, but
even more revealing outfits for around the house; from filmy "baby
doll" nighties that didn't hide any more of her body than if she had
been stark staring naked, to sexy bra-and-panties that seemed more
to display than to hide her budding sexuality.
   The first time I caught Dan with his hand down in Sandy's
panties; fingers working in and out of the child's peach of a slit,
you'd think I would have had a heart-attack or something.  Still,
just like the way Sandy progressed from slightly sexy clothes as a
child to full out and out kinderslut outfits almost screaming, "Fuck
me!" it wasn't really a surprise.
   *That* part, believe it or not, started with me; and I blame
myself.  When Sandy was just barely out of diapers she started
rubbing herself "down there", like many kids do.  Of course, with
Dan in the house, I couldn't punish the girl for even semi-
masturbating like my parents likely did me when I was a kid.  But it
was my idiot idea one day, when nothing seemed to satisfy the girl
when she was feeling cranky, that I remembered an old trick
attributed originally to some Indian Tribe I believe ... But that I
heard that even "normal" parents used to use back before the
Puritans took over this country and made sex the evil thing it is
today.  Of course I'm referring to masturbating a cranky or colicky
child yourself.
   With Sandy screaming for hours that day; with nothing, not food,
milk, burping, changing diapers, cuddling, teething-ring, or
*anything* seeming to help, I was going nuts enough to try anything
at all to shut the kid up.  I almost contemplated duct-taping the
kid's mouth shut.  I never *would*, of course; but I thought about
it.  Yeah, so I did it ... and it worked!
   Diddling the kid's tiny little slit shut her right up.  Sandy's
screams died down to sobs, whimpers, then gurgles of delight.  Only
when she started pushing her hips up to meet my probing fingers did
I stop; feeling incredibly guilty; but on-the-other-hand, incredibly
relieved that the kid had stopped crying too.
   It was about the third time that Dan caught me, "with my hand in
the cookie-jar," so-to-speak.  Only *this* cookie-jar was our
daughter's tight little slit.  I must have blushed beet-red at being
"caught" like that ... But I kept on twiddling the kid's twat until
she calmed down.  I *tried* to talk my way out of it; but Dan cut me
off.  It seems he'd heard the same sort of stories *I* had ... but
just never expected *me* to try that particular method of calming
Sandy down.
   I think it was about a week later when Sandy came toddling into
the kitchen, walked over to where Dan was sitting at the breakfast
table, pulled up her short little dress to reveal *absolutely
nothing* underneath; and pushed her little peach of a pudenda at her
father, in an obvious, "Please, Daddy?" whimper of frustration.
   When I was about to object to Dan molesting our little girl like
that, she looked at me accusingly and told me flat-out, "Daddy does
it better than you do!"  So, I watched, worried, while Dan not only
fingered the girl off, but actually slid almost all his middle
finger up inside the child and then slid it in and out for several
minutes, until you'd almost think the old pervert was finger-fucking
his daughter.  Dan did this until Sandy suddenly shuddered and
collapsed; then looked up at me accusingly, as if to say, "See:  I
told you so!"
   Like I said, after that, it wasn't much of a shock to find Dan
with his fingers down in our little girl's panties or up under her
skirt; fingers working in and out as if he were molesting the girl
before her second birthday.  About a month later I saw him changing
the girl's diaper ... but using his tongue to both lick the girl's
twat clean and simultaneously relieve the itch the girl had between
her legs.
   I think *that* was about the time Dan first started buying sexy
clothes for the girl; seeming to ignore the fact that with each new
outfit our daughter seemed to grow that much sexier in her actions,
until a few months or possibly a year or two later the girl was
wearing outfits that a street-hooker would be embarrassed to wear.
What Sandy wore later, as she approached puberty ... Well, even *I*
am embarrassed to even describe.
   And STILL Dan didn't seem to notice!  Heck, I'd see my husband
hugging our little girl, now ten years old, completely ignoring the
fact that he was naked in the chair, and his daughter was wearing
nothing except a pair of silky panties between her pouting young
vulva and her father's swollen and dripping penis.  Well, Dan *did*
love the girl, and often showed it.  They always did kiss and cuddle
and snuggle up together ... a couple of times even completely naked
under the cover of a blanket during the winter next to a warm fire.
It made me warm too, to realize my husband and daughter liked to
cuddle together and weren't artificially shy or embarrassed about
cuddling naked like that.
   Still ... It was quite something to see Dan and Sandy in the big
"comfy chair", her squatted over her father while they shared yet
another big hug and kiss ... a kiss that sometimes lasted for tens
of minutes while Dan held his big hands around Sandy's body and ran
them up and down, front and back, while their open mouths locked
tightly.  Dan always had loved kissing our little girl; and no fake
kisses either.  Even while young, from the time she was a baby, Dan
hadn't just gave Sandy fake little kisses on the cheek, but full
open-mouthed kisses where his tongue licked the inside of Sandy's
mouth ... and hers I presume tasted his as well.  Dan *loves* our
little girl.
   Still, loving your daughter doesn't mean you have to be *blind*
where the girl is concerned, does it?
   It was a few days after that scene on the chair that Sandy first
asked me, "Mom?  Can I go on the Pill?"
   I almost fell out of my chair.  Christ, the kid was only ten
years old!  Well, OK, Sandy *had* started menstruating about three
months earlier but ....
   "Why?" I asked.  "You aren't fooling around with any boys, are
you?"
   "Well ... uh ... no," she replied, "but Dad and I ...."
   I interrupted.  "You *do* know where babies come from, don't
you?" I asked.  She should; or otherwise why this question about
protection?  I wasn't too sure though about the joke they called
"sex education" in our local school.
   "Yes, Mom."  A sigh.  "Dad showed me the other day."
   "Then you know you don't need to worry about pregnancy unless
you're having sex.  When you get a boyfriend, and it looks like he
might want to get in your pants, and you're serious, then maybe,
just maybe we'll talk some more about getting you to see a doctor
and going on the Pill.  OK?"
   "But Mom ... Daddy ...."
   "I said, `OK?'," I repeated.
   Another sigh, and finally, "Yes, Mom."
   I wonder about kids these days.  Can't they SEE it's an
unnecessary expense to put a girl on the Pill who isn't even having
sex yet.  Time enough to start worrying when Sandy already *has* a
boyfriend pumping sticky baby-goo in her tight little tummy than to
get her on the Pill when she isn't even dating yet.  Christ, the kid
was only ten years old!  Sometimes kids can be so blind.  Besides,
putting Sandy on the Pill would just encourage the kid to find a
boyfriend and start having sex with him.  Then, Pill or not, we
might end up with a pregnant pre-teen.  Even her father isn't *that*
blind.
   For some reason Sandy then seemed to lose all interest in finding
a boyfriend.  Perhaps that was to the good, as then I didn't have to
worry about having a pregnant pre-teen.  What loving the girl
needed, she (again, as always) got from her father.  At least with
*Dan* I didn't have to worry about him having sex with her ...
though at times it got rather close.  I mean: Fathers just *don't*
have sex with their little girls.  If you believe they do, then
likely you'll believe anything.
   Why, just about two days later I watched Sandy go off to join her
father on the same big chair in the living-room; this time wearing
that short little see-through baby-doll nightie and no panties at
all.  By the time I finished up in the kitchen after hearing a groan
from Dan, and a squeak of, "Oh Daddy!" from Sandy, the two were
hugging and kissing as usual.  Only this time Dan's prick wasn't
rubbing up the front of our daughter's belly like before, but must
have been limp and wilted underneath her bottom; because it wasn't
visible at all.  If you had a vivid imagination, you could almost
imagine Dan's prick being inside Sandy as if he was having sex with
her.  Really!  It was *that* convincing.
   Sandy was moaning and groaning into Dan's mouth as they slobbered
together, before his eyes shut, he gave a grunt, and grabbed Sandy;
pulling her down hard while he jerked underneath her.  Sandy's eyes
in turn got really big, she pulled away from her father panting,
before sagging finally against him while the two relaxed and cuddled
like they more normally usually did.
   I was already watching TV myself when Sandy weakly got up from
Dan's lap and wobbled off to the bathroom.  It was then I noticed
that Dan's prick was slick, white, and wet ... While sticky slime
dribbled down the inside of Sandy's thighs almost to the carpet.
The *jerk* had actually *cum* while hugging our daughter.  That
night I gave Dan Hell about this; pointing out that even ejaculating
*near* her vagina like that was dangerous ... And this was the same
man who couldn't see the dangers of dressing up his little girl in
"fuck me" outfits?
   Strangely, instead of seeing what I was talking about and using
some sense, instead Dan seemed to become even blinder to the
sexuality that practically oozed from Sandy from then on.  Her
dresses became even shorter (if possible) her halters showed even
more skin, and the clothing she wore (or didn't wear) around the
house became more like a Victoria's Secret party intended to arouse
than what you might expect a preteen little girl to wear.
   Dan (of course) didn't notice ... or pretended not to notice.  I
wonder?  Could my husband actually be *that* blind?  Well, I
suppose.  It's hard to see sexuality when your own has gone down the
tubes.
   Now I'd heard of men losing interest in sex when they got older,
and Dan's had been dropping off for the past month or so ... But
suddenly it seems he lost almost all ability in bed; being limp and
unable to get it up even after my most teasing of sexual come-ons.
I would have been worried about Dan getting a mistress, new lover,
or girlfriend on-the-side, but except for work he was now spending
almost all his spare time with either me or Sandy ... particularly
with Sandy.  Well, isn't a man *supposed* to spend a lot of time
with his own daughter?
   Surprisingly, as Sandy matured, Dan started spending *more* time
with her, from softball games, movies, and just "outings" together,
while I stayed mainly at home.  Well, *somebody* had to fix meals
and do the dishes ... even if it seems I wasn't needed quite so much
as a sex-partner any more.
   Even at night, it seemed Dan would go down to our daughter's
room, as he hadn't done for years, to tuck the girl in and see that
she was ready for sleep; sometimes even cuddling up in bed with her
for a few minutes in place of the old stories he *used* to read when
Sandy was a child.  After a while this became a nightly experience
where my husband would spend anywhere from a few minutes to an hour
or so snuggled up to the girl before coming back to bed with me.
Each night I'd hear Dan go down to Sandy's room, the creak of the
bed as he climbed in with her, and then, sometimes a few minutes
later and sometimes after quite a while there would be a steady
creaking of the bed, moans of, "Oh Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," from Sandy,
followed by grunts, groans, and occasional thrashing before things
got quiet.  Dan never said what he did to help Sandy get to sleep
like that, and I guess it wasn't my business to ask ... After all,
it was quite obvious that Dan *did* love his little girl.
   It was about two weeks after the first scene in the big chair
that the big one came.  This time I was just passing through when I
noticed Dan hugging and cuddling Sandy, just like he usually did, I
thought at first.  Only ... When I got around to where I could see
them clearly, *this time* I could see right down between their
bodies ... where Dan's prick vanished into the peach-like cleft of
our daughter's vagina!  Damn, was that an incredible sight!
   Both Dan and Sandy held themselves in a position that I could see
clearly the joining of man and girl, where my husband's prick was
buried in the tight little slit of his own daughter.  You have no
idea how almost-convincing it was that Dan was actually having sex
with Sandy.  It was almost overwhelming.
   Still, somehow I managed to resist long enough to look closer.
When I did, it became obvious.  While it certainly *looked* at first-
glance like my husband and daughter were having sex, when you
examined things closely it became obvious they couldn't be.  For one
thing, Dan's prick was just buried in the girl, not sliding in and
out like he would if they were having real sex.  For another, he
wasn't cumming in Sandy like a man having sex with a woman would.
And finally, men like Dan just *don't* have real sex with their own
daughters!  It was all my imagination!  I looked again, and this
time Dan and Sandy were just cuddling and hugging together like they
normally do.  What an imagination I must have to imagine his prick
was buried to the hilt in our little girl, about to spout thick
white cum teeming with millions of sperm in the child's body.
   Again, like previous times, Sandy became excited, panting,
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.  Please, Daddy?" as she squirmed on top of
him.  At the same time Dan's face blanked out and he grunted, then
groaned himself, "Oh, Sandy ... Here it .... Oh God.  Daddy loves
his little girl."
   Since this was pretty much the same thing the two did all the
time, it rather spoiled the illusion of my husband mating with our
little girl, and just became what it was: A man hugging, cuddling,
and loving his daughter like he is supposed to.  Having sex with
Sandy indeed!  Where WAS my mind going to?
   Now Dan and I hadn't *completely* stopped having sex ... but with
his reduced interest and needs, it was a *lot* easier these days to
find times when Sandy wasn't in the house as a distraction; those
seeming to be the only times when Dan could "get it up" as if Sandy
being merely in the same house made him lose interest or something.
Ah well.  Dan *did* still love me; joining me in bed even when too
tired to make love.  I don't think either one of us slept well
without the other in the same bed ....
   Well, over the next few months though, three or four times Dan
actually fell asleep in bed with Sandy instead of with me.  The
first time I came and got him.  After that, I just let them sleep
together.  I mean, it's not as if they were having sex or anything.
   The day after that scene in the living-room where I *thought* Dan
might actually be screwing Sandy ... and that it took me almost a
week to convince myself how impossible that was ... Sandy again came
in our bedroom and asked if she could be put on the Pill.
   "But WHY?" I asked again.  "Are you having sex with a boy?" I
inquired, now somewhat suspiciously.
   "Well, no but ... But Daddy and I ... Well, you saw."
   "Saw what?" I asked, suspiciously.  Could Sandy mean that
coupling in the living-room with her father?  Why should she need
the Pill if she really wasn't having sex?  For a moment I almost
convinced myself that maybe she was ... but then I regained my
sanity.
   "Uh ...."  Sandy looked at me a bit weirdly; then blushed.
"Never mind, Mom," she almost choked, and that was that ... for a
while anyway.
   After that, for the next year or so, I didn't pay much attention
to Dan and Sandy as they hugged and cuddled ... yes, sometimes with
Dan's prick buried in our daughter's slit, almost as if they were
fucking or having sex.  Thank goodness they weren't though; as
without going on the Pill (as Sandy had asked) then likely the girl
would have been pregnant within the first few months.  That also, I
guess, was good evidence that Dan wasn't *really* having sex with
our daughter, if nothing else was.  You have no idea how hard it was
sometimes to reassure myself about this.  Still, men just don't have
sex, full vaginal intercourse with their own daughters ... Do they?
Naw.  If it really happened, you'd be sure I would know about it if
anybody did.
   Each night Dan would go down to Sandy's room and see her off to
sleep ... often falling asleep and spending the night with the girl.
If I hadn't been so sure of my husband, him sleeping naked in the
same bed with a nubile young girl might possibly have made me
suspicious.  It was only that Sandy is our *daughter* and not just
some girl.
   During the day, when Sandy comes into the living room and sits on
her father with his prick buried inside her, it might even be easy
to accuse the man of having sex with his daughter ... if I was one
of those super-jealous and suspicious women, and if it wasn't so
blindingly obvious how much Dan loves the little girl.  That, of
course, is a large part of the problem.  Dan just couldn't even seem
to *see* how his "little girl" has grown up into a woman, nor how
the "pretty" clothes the girl wears and wore were more erotic
temptations and sexual come-ons to any and every red-blooded make
who came near the hot little man-magnet ... except, of course, for
her own father.
   Probably the closest thing to real sex the I ever saw the two
have, was one time I was passing by Sandy's bedroom when she was
sitting on the side of the bed wearing that pink teddy and nothing
else, not even panties.  Dan himself was completely naked, on his
knees, and between our daughter's thighs as Sandy spread her legs
for her daddy.  No, they weren't having sex ... but it was about as
close to it as you could get without actually fucking, as Dan was
jacking-off while Sandy spread her legs wide and used both hands to
open her cunny until you could see right up inside her hole.  For a
virgin, it's amazing how much room there was inside.  If you think
about it, jacking off while between your daughter's legs and the
head of your prick right next to her cunny, is about as close to
really having sex as you can get.  Still, I guess it beat jacking of
*in* the girl ... barely.  A few minutes of frantic stroking, a
groan by Dan, a, "Do it, Daddy," by Sandy ... and I watched my
husband jerk and squirt and ejaculate, while he aimed his madly
spouting prick at Sandy's belly.  Damned poor aim though, as most of
his sticky white goo went right inside the girl's vagina, which
Sandy was holding open as if she *wanted* her father's potent sperm
inside her.  I almost choked and made them stop ... But decided
better what they *were* doing, than having Dan actually have his
penis inside the girl when he came.  Now *that* would almost be like
he was really having sex with the girl!
   Dan finally stopped his imitation of a spastic fire-hose, and (I
guess) finally realized what a mess he'd made; as he then hurried to
stop Sandy from leaking cum all over the bed by using his prick as a
stopper ... sliding it into the girl's now-cum-leaking-cunny so it
wouldn't leak out and make a horrible mess.  It's his thoughtfulness
in such things that lets you know how much Dan loves the little
girl.  For a while the two lovers just rested there, my husband's
prick now keeping his cum bottled up inside Sandy until he could get
a tissue from beside the bed and not make a real mess.  I can see
how some woman, not knowing any better, and seeing them mated like
that with his cum inside the girl, might be tempted into jumping to
the conclusion the two were having sex together.  Well, even to me,
it almost looked like it.
   It's things like that, that I can't seem to make Dan see.  It's
just not appropriate for a girl her age to do things like that with
her own father, even if they aren't having real sex.  Heck, even him
sleeping with the girl is a bit much ... almost as bad as him
letting the girl wear short little kinderslut, lollitot, baby-
hooker, and "fuck me" outfits just designed to attract sexual
attention from any red-blooded male ... yes, even her own father.
   You know:  In spite of snuggling in bed with Sandy, and sometimes
even sleeping naked with her, Dan *still* just didn't seem to see
how sexy our little girl was getting, and how dangerous it was for
her to wear the "kinderslut" outfits with bare midriffs and short
little micro-mini skirts and other "fuck me" wear that all the girls
down at school or the mall seemed to wear these days.  Instead, the
old goat practically *encouraged* the girl to show off her
developing fertility to any *man* with the guts and sex-drive to
look.  He just couldn't seem to see that wearing such clothes was
almost an open invitation to a real *man* to fuck the little girl
... and Sandy, instead of being scared, looked almost as if she
would welcome that kind of attention, instead of likely not even
knowing what sex really is, as she's probably still a virgin.
Still, you can't be sure of such things.  As readily as she accepts
her father's prick in her belly, maybe some lucky kid *has* gotten
into her tight little panties and her precious virginity taken
months ago.  You can never tell with kids these days, who's a virgin
and who isn't.  I *ass-u-me* Sandy still has her virginity; but like
I said earlier, who can tell these days?
   Well ... perhaps Dan could.  I suppose with *his* prick buried
inside the girl, he could likely *feel* if some lucky boy (or man)
had gotten inside her.  Maybe.
   Perhaps that was the problem.  As Dan spent more and more time
with Sandy and less and less with me, his sex-drive seemed to drop
off almost to nothing, until often at night, even when he came to
bed right after seeing Sandy off to sleep, wearing sexy-ware and
even giving him a blowjob didn't seem to get him hard enough to do
anything.  If I didn't know for a fact that Dan didn't have *time*
to spend with another woman, I might have even suspected him of
having a mistress on the side.  But almost every minute Dan wasn't
at work he was at home with me ... or with Sandy.
   For a while I tried to convince Dan to try one of those new sex-
pills they have, like Viagra.  Damn idiot is so blind to sex things
that he thinks (and says) he doesn't *have* any sex-drive problems.
It's a wonder he doesn't blame *me* for his inability to get it up
at night any more.  Oh well.
   Like I said earlier, there are some women who are so jealous of
their husbands, and so suspicious, they even convince themselves the
man is having sex with their daughters.  Hell, sometimes even I
wondered sometimes, as if I didn't know better, it almost looked
like it.  For example:
   One Saturday I washed clothes; stripping the bedding off Sandy's
bed ... and forgot to make the bed up until I was already in bed
myself.
   Cussing myself for being an idiot, I went down to the basement
and gathered up the sheets from the dryer; heading back upstairs to
make Sandy's bed before she (or Dan) complained.  As I reached the
head of the stairs, I was just in time to see my husband head into
Sandy's room like he did almost every night; so I hurried to get
there before *both* of them started yelling, "Mom!  Where's my
sheets!"
   Damn, what a sight!  Neither Dan nor Sandy seemed worried about
the lack of sheets.  Well, it *was* a warm night.  Sandy was lying
on the bed, knees cocked, legs spread, and waiting for Dan.  Neither
one even seemed to notice me standing in the doorway while Dan
climbed on the bed, got between our daughter's legs, swabbed his
prick up and down her crack, and then slid it home in our daughter's
vagina ... almost as if he was fucking her!
   It was just as Sandy wrapped her arms and legs around her father
in about as loving an embrace as a girl can give her parent, that
she noticed me there, with a load of bedding in my arms.  "Daddy!"
she objected; still hugging Dan close, "Mommy's here ... She can
SEE!"
   Well, of *course* I could see.  What did she expect?  It was
almost as if Sandy expected me to be angry at her or Dan for hugging
and cuddling like that.  Geesh.  I mean, after all, a man *is*
supposed to love his own daughter, isn't he?  That Dan gave *our*
little girl a bit more ... um ... *intimate* hugs and cuddles than
most girls ever got, shouldn't make me angry or jealous ... Should
it?
   Dan just gave a groan, looked over at me, and then sunk even
deeper into Sandy.  To see the girl's vagina stretched over the base
of her father's prick, you'd almost think they were having sex.
Then he pulled out about halfway, and sank in again to the root.
   I shook my head for a moment.  It's a good thing I *knew* Dan
wasn't really having sex with our daughter, or seeing him slide into
our little girl would have been almost overpowering.  As it was it
took me about two minutes of staring at the join where Dan's prick
slid in and out of Sandy for me to convince myself they weren't
*really* having sex ... vaginal intercourse ... no matter how much
it looked like it.  Some things can be *so* deceiving, if you let
yourself believe something is going on, you end up convincing
yourself.  Thankfully I'm not that jealous or impressionable that
merely seeing my husband sliding his prick into our daughter would
convince me they were having sex.  *Some* people though, will
convince themselves of most anything, even with the flimsiest of
evidence.
   Ah well ... Since it looked like Dan and Sandy were going to
continue hugging and cuddling for quite a while (neither one pausing
in their moving together) and I wanted to finish up so *I* could get
my rest, I decided to make the bed up around them ... Easier it
seems, than chasing them off to another room.  So, I did.
   Yes, I spread the bottom sheet on the bed, then as they moved I
worked it underneath them and finally managed to get the fitted
corners in place.  The top sheet and blanket were a lot easier:  I
just fitted them, mitered them, and then pulled the result over the
squirming couple so I wasn't quite so distracted.
   During this time, especially while I was pulling the bottom sheet
into place, I got *quite* a good look at the coupling taking place.
If Dan *had* been fucking our little girl, you can be sure I would
have noticed!  As it was, each slide in and out he made sure did
*look* almost like the two of them were having sex ... and Sandy's
moans each time he bottomed out were also *almost* like those a
woman having wonderful sex with a man would make.  Almost.
   I finally knew for sure what the, "Squeak, squeak," noises of the
bed every night had been, as my husband and daughter moved faster
together.  Then, just as I was finishing fluffing the pillows, Dan's
shoves got even harder and faster, while Sandy squealed.  Then,
"Here it comes, Honey," from Dan, one last hard shove that also
pushed the covers back off, so I could see my husband's prick bulge
as he shoved in one last time.  *IF* Dan had been really having sex
with our daughter, you'd think he was ejaculating his cum in the
girl right then.  In fact, it was amazingly hard to convince myself
that he wasn't doing just that.
   Thankfully, I have more sense than to believe my husband would
not only fuck his own little girl, having complete unprotected
vaginal intercourse with the child before she even reached her teens
... But ejaculate his cum just teeming with sperm into the child's
vagina while she was between periods, ovulating, and fertile?  No
way!  If anything, that last was what convinced me.  Now if I had
been the suspicious type like *some* women are, women who can talk
themselves into believing anything, I likely *might* have actually
convinced myself that Dan *was* having full blown sex with our
daughter, not just hugging, cuddling; giving our little girl the
fully intimate kind of love that few girls her age get from their
fathers.
   As I looked back in the room after finishing the bed, Dan and
Sandy had pulled apart and were both lying naked on their backs on
the bed, exhausted almost like a real bout of sex would leave you.
It must have been my imagination, but I *swear* I saw a bubble of
white well up in Sandy's reddened hole, then dribble down between
her legs while a second blob grew and threatened to do the same.
That couldn't have been Dan's cum ... could it?  Naw.  That would
mean he really *was* having sex with the kid, wouldn't it?
   Or would it?  Even so, just what he was doing was dangerous.  A
man just having even the tip of his prick inside a girl is sometimes
enough to leak sperm in her, even if, like Dan, he's not having real
sex with her.  Hell, I probably wouldn't even blame the guy all that
much if he actually ejaculated his sperm inside her.  It must be
incredibly stimulating to have a girl as young, tight, and yes, sexy
as Sandy sliding her vagina on and off your prick and milking it
with her internal muscles like that ... having sex or not.  Even
though there's a fair chance at even only ten years old that Sandy
isn't a virgin any more (What girl *is* by the time she reaches her
teenage years?), she must *still* be incredibly tight and
stimulating inside.  A guy can just take so much.  So, I suppose I
shouldn't get all uptight or suspicious, even if I do see traces of
his cum inside her.  There probably isn't all that much chance of
him getting the girl pregnant, even if she is unprotected, between
periods, and ovulating sometime in the next few days.  After all, it
isn't as if he was actually *fucking* the girl and *trying* to get
our daughter pregnant with his baby.  Just one time wouldn't hurt
that much I guess, as long as it isn't deliberate.  It's a wonder he
doesn't cum in her every time, even if they aren't having *real*
sex.  I wonder how he manages to hold off.
   After a while I got to thinking about it ... and, strange as it
may seem, it occurred to me that perhaps it might not be such a bad
thing if Dan actually *did* get stimulated enough to ejaculate his
sperm inside Sandy ... risky as that is.  After all, if my husband
*does* cum in the kid, actually physically ejaculates thick sticky
gobs of his potent baby-making seed inside his own daughter's
unprotected young vagina, then maybe after the shock of having his
prick squirting uncontrollably inside the youngster with jet after
pearly white jet of his cum filling the child's womb with incestuous
baby-goo, Dan will begin to realize just how incredibly sexy our
little girl is getting to be, and maybe he'll do something about it.
Well ... It's a hope anyway.
   After that I stopped worrying so much about accidental
ejaculations ... and once, when I saw Sandy leaking sticky white goo
after Dan pulled out of her, I almost cheered.  It probably *wasn't*
actually my husband's cum oozing out of Sandy's cunny, no matter how
much it looked like a man's semen; because the chances of a man
ejaculating his sperm in a girl without actually having sex with her
were quite slim ... But it *might* have been!  There's always a
chance, you know.
   Thinking about it even more ... Perhaps it might be a good thing
if Dan really *did* accidentally ejaculate his sperm in Sandy every
once in a while; emptying his prostate in the girl's womb like a man
needs to every so often.  That, at least, might relieve some of the
pressure so Dan won't be tempted to have *real* sex with our
daughter.
   Accidentally?  Geesh.  Sometimes I even wonder if it might be a
good idea if I could somehow trick the horny old goat into
*deliberately* dumping his load in the kid a few times ... if that's
what it takes to get the idiot to realize just how sexy, erotic, and
yes, even horny our little girl is becoming these days.  She just
*exudes* sex; and Dan just doesn't seem to realize it!
   God, just listen to me trying to rationalize my husband spilling
his seed in our little girl, like it was something to be desired.
It's almost as bad as Dan refusing to see just how sexy the kid is
getting to be.  I mean: Can't Dan just *see* what our little girl is
up to and wants from her daddy when the girl comes into the room
wearing a see-through negligee showing off her swelling young
breasts, flat little tummy, and no panties, climbs on top of her
father, fits his dick inside her tight little crack, and then slides
down until his whole prick is buried almost balls-deep inside his
daughter's belly; leaking pre-cum and possibly sperm in the child's
womb?  Heck, deliberate ejaculation or not, I'm fairly sure that
quite a few of his sperm have leaked or possibly even been squirted
at least once or twice into Sandy's vagina; whether he, she, or both
of them were trying to keep the little wrigglers out of the girl's
womb or deliberately working to get them inside her.
   Maybe a few times of *deliberately* dumping his cum in our
daughter's womb would be good for both of them; and get Dan to see
exactly what Sandy wants from her father.  Yeah, I know ... a few
times of deliberately ejaculating inside the girl would almost
certainly lead to Dan actually *fucking* Sandy before you know it
... actually having full-blown sexual intercourse with his own kid.
But would that be so much worse than the girl getting laid by some
stranger she barely knows and getting knocked up, or even that much
different than what's going on right now?
   Still, from all the evidence, Dan is so blind to our little
girl's sexuality, where she has a woman's sexual desires, sexual
wants, sexual instincts, sexual *needs*, for Cripe's sake, the old
goat probably wouldn't see how erotic and sexy our little girl is
getting to be if you rubbed his nose in her pussy.  Hell, he does
that all the time.  I suspect even if Dan *was* deliberately dumping
his load in the kid two or three times a day; spraying our
daughter's womb with his seed and even knobbing the girl with his
baby.  For that matter, he'd *still* not notice how sexy Sandy was,
even if he was on top of her, belly-to-belly with her breasts poking
his chest, had his prick buried balls deep in the girl as they
fucked missionary-style with her legs locked around his body, and
was busy ejaculating his sperm in her flat little tummy and likely
knocking the kid up with his baby.  To Dan, Sandy is still his
little "innocent" baby girl; and always will be.  I suppose she
would and will remain so, even if he really was or is fucking her
several times a day.
   I guess it's rather a shame, if you think about it; that Dan
never will know just how grown-up and sexually-oriented his little
baby girl has gotten to be ... even if the kid turned out to be
carrying his baby.
   Geesh.  To listen to me, you'd think it was better for a girl to
actually get knobbed by her own father than merely have unprotected
sex with some stranger.  Watching Sandy take her father's prick
inside her body must be warping my mind.  Somebody outside, watching
all three of us, might think I *wanted* our little girl to have
unprotected sex with her own father by constantly calling his
attention to her budding sexuality, instead of trying to protect the
kid from having an unwanted baby when somebody else notices.
   Surprisingly, and I don't know if it had anything to do with it,
from then on Dan seemed to regain a little interest in sex; making
love to me as often as two or three times a week.  At the same time
he stopped spending so much time at night in Sandy's room; instead
stopping by to wake the girl up almost every morning.  Still, every
week or so he *did* fall asleep in Sandy's bed instead of ours.  I
didn't complain.  I was now getting sex again.
   Still, the image of Dan's prick sliding in and out of our little
girl, almost as if he *was* having sex with the youngster, was hard
to get out of my mind.  Pardon me, but if you can believe it, it was
damned sexy!  Many nights from then on, while Dan was shoving hard
into me and the bed was squeaking, I thought about my husband doing
the same to our little girl and even jacking-off inside our
daughter's tight little hole; just like I had imagined him doing
that day.
   Shit.  If a man and a woman (OK ... little girl) are having sex
on a bed, and you make up the bed around them, you'd think you'd
*know* what was going on, now wouldn't you?  I mean, unless you were
completely *blind*.
   Things went on pretty normally after that.  Sandy *still* didn't
get any boyfriends (or likely I *would* have put the girl on the
Pill) and thankfully she never asked me again.  Time enough to worry
about such things when the girl was a teenager.
   After that, I began noticing other times when Dan expressed his
love for Sandy.  Several times I noticed them in the shower
together; and a few of those times it almost looked as if he had his
prick inside Sandy while he soaped her back.  Another time I walked
in, and Sandy was bent over the sink while he massaged her body,
both front *and* back, and massaged her inside as well.  Yes, his
prick was buried inside the girl, and when he pulled out there was a
big flood of white goo that came gushing out, that would almost get
you thinking Dan had ejaculated inside her, if you didn't know
better.  By now I was used enough to the idea of my husband having
his prick buried inside our little girl to not be *quite* so
suspicious that they might be having sex together.  Even so, he'd
better *not* be coming inside her.  Just having my husband slide his
leaking prick up inside her vagina was dangerous enough, considering
our daughter's developing fertility.
   I reminded Dan that Sandy was becoming a *big* girl now, and that
maybe she was getting a little too old for him to be sleeping with
her ... and doing things like that.  Like always, when it came to
how sexy Sandy was getting, Dan couldn't even seem to see what I was
talking about.  It just seemed to go right over his head.  God,
can't he even *see* that Sandy is developing into a young woman?
Geesh!
   A couple of times, both in the living-room and in her bedroom, I
saw Sandy sucking Dan's prick, only with more ... uh ... enthusiasm
than she had as a little girl.  Twice I was sure he even came in her
mouth; and Sandy, like a good girl, swallowed every drop.  I was
*so* proud of her.  Obviously Dan has been teaching the girl
alternatives to sex.  That way he gets his relief, and it's not as
if it wasn't something Sandy hasn't been doing for years.  After
that, I wasn't quite so worried when the other times, once Dan's
prick was slippery and wet, our daughter climbed on top of him and
slid down to the root.  I knew that, if necessary, Sandy could
always finish her father off in her mouth, if he really needed it.
That way they wouldn't be having real sex, like it would be oh-so-
close to being, if he actually ejaculated inside her vagina.  Like I
said though, it would be hard to fault Dan even if he did,
considering how tight, young, and yes, sexy our daughter is getting
to be.
   Dan, of course, just shook his head when I told him this.  For
some reason the idiot can't even see how close what he's already
doing *is* to really having sex.  "Gawd, what's the difference?" was
I believe his exact words.  Damn, you'd have to be blind to not know
the difference between a man having sex with his own daughter and
not having sex with her.  Well, at least *one* of us isn't that
blinded by prejudice against sex and little girls.
   It was about five or six months after that time I spied on them
by making up the bed ... Yes, *spied*.  I figure I got curious and
making the bed was just an *excuse* to see what was really going on.
Anyway, several months later Sandy started gaining weight.
   I didn't really notice until a month or so after Sandy's 12th
birthday, and then it was only because the short little micro-mini
the girl was wearing got too tight.
   When we had to go buy a new outfit for the third time in less
than two months, I realized it was serious.  Sandy was getting FAT.
This wasn't some minor weight-gain, this was serious.  The girl was
going to have to see a doctor.
   Only Dan, it seems, is even more observant than I am.  When I
mentioned my observation to Dan, he assured me that Sandy already
WAS seeing a doctor, and he was assured that, "The girl's weight
gain at this time is normal for her condition."
   Normal?  NORMAL?  A girl doesn't gain 15 to 20 pounds in a few
months and have it "normal".  And what did the jerk mean by "her
condition" anyway?
   Over the next few months, Sandy got positively obese!  Only,
instead of being worried, both Dan and Sandy seemed to think the
whole thing was some kind of big joke; both running their hands over
the girl's swollen tummy and making jokes about watermelons and
stuff like that.  Dan *did* keep his promise of taking Sandy to see
the doctor, and each time the answer was the same: "She's doing
*fine* for a girl in her condition."  Gaaahhh!
   The one thing that *did* seem to get better was that as Sandy got
fatter, his libido increased, as if they were related somehow.  From
a couple times a week, Dan and I were making love almost every night
... the nights he didn't spend sleeping with Sandy.
   I *knew* something was wrong, and one night about 2:00 AM, Sandy
yelled for Dan ... she was having pains of some kind in the gut.
   Dan took our daughter to the hospital; leaving me at home to
worry and watch over things.
   
   Those dirty rats!  (And I say that in the most loving way
possible.)  They pulled a FAST one on me!  Two days after the so-
called "emergency", Dan and Sandy came home with a baby!
   Yes, a BABY!  Sandy and my sneaky husband Dan must have been
working on this for *months*.  From what I can figure out, some girl
got pregnant and needed a home for her coming baby ... So Dan and
Sandy worked it out together to surprise me by adopting the kid!
That, I guess, was why Sandy was getting so big and her breasts
started to leak.  The girl must have been taking hormones so she
could give milk and breastfeed the baby they knew they were going to
get.
   How do I know they adopted the kid?  Isn't it obvious?  They
showed me the "birth certificate" and Sandy's name was put down as
the mother, while Dan was listed as the father.  That's what they
*do* when you adopt ... they change the birth-certificate so the
child becomes *yours* just like your own "natural" baby.  I guess
Dan and Sandy wanted to surprise me.
   Well, it sure did!  Still, the kid, even all tiny, red, and
wrinkled, was about the cutest baby you ever saw!  Sandy and Dan
named her Selene Reyna, after the moon and a distant aunt ... Or,
perhaps they just like those names.  I am a bit disappointed with
Dan though ... He could have asked *me* if I wanted to adopt instead
of all this funny stuff with Sandy.  Still, they couldn't have
surprised me that way, now could they?  It's going to be funny being
a step-mom, grandma, and (in a way) mother again, all at the same
time.  Funny, but fun.
   That pretty much brings us close to up-to-date now.  Selene is
now three months old, and looks surprisingly like both her adopted
mother and my husband.  You wouldn't believe they had adopted the
kid if nobody told you.
   About two weeks after bringing home the baby, we had a bunch of
busybody Police and Social-Worker types show up one afternoon.  It
seems that some idiot down at the hospital got the wrong idea when
Sandy took their new baby home ... and if you can believe it, they
were accusing DAN of molesting our little girl, and being the father
of Sandy's baby!  The NERVE of some people!
   Well, you can believe that *I* set them straight in a hurry!  I
mean:  If Dan really *was* having sex with our little girl, I would
certainly be the first to know ... now wouldn't I?  Hell, if my
husband was fucking Sandy, how could I miss it unless I was either
physically blind, or just *refused* to see it!  I told the group
this, dressed them up one side and down the other, and explained how
Dan and Sandy had just adopted the kid, and generally showed them up
for the fools they were.  I mean:  Some people are so *blind*.
Can't they *see* how much Dan adores the girl?  Anyway, birth
records (thankfully) are locked in adoption cases; so they'll likely
never find out who the real mother of our new daughter was.  It's
been months now and nobody's been back, so I guess they got the
point.
   But Dan ... He's *still* blind as a bat when it comes to our
daughter's sexuality!  Now that she's nursing and not on whatever
hormones she was taking, Sandy has lost most of the extra weight
except in her bosom as she keeps nursing Selene.  It almost makes
*me* want to take pills to nurse again; but Sandy seems to have
plenty of milk.  <Sigh.>
   The point though, is that with her new shape as she's now a full
*woman* at 13, menstruating regularly, and now has a full womanly
figure with breasts many women would kill for, Dan *still* doesn't
see it!
   He still allows and even *encourages* Sandy to wear short little
skirts, tight panties, almost no coverage for her (now large)
breasts, and (yes, that too) sexy young body.  Sandy looks like a
perfect advertisement of youthful sexuality and even fertility.
Even at home the girl wears little or nothing around the house
except what you might call "sexy ware" from lingerie places, as if
she was trying to seduce a man.  But of course, the only *man*
around our house is her father.
   Dan, of course, and as I've complained bitterly, sees none of
this.  In fact, it often seems he *encourages* Sandy to dress up
like she was ready to fuck somebody at the drop of a pair of
panties.  Damn.  Dan is a *man*, and you'd *think* he would notice
that his own daughter is getting sexy and put his foot down or
something.  Geesh!  There are none so blind, as those who absolutely
*refuse* to see ... even, or especially when their noses are rubbed
in it.
   And yes, I saw Dan with his nose almost buried in the slit
between Sandy's legs the other day, almost as if he was performing
cunnilingus on the girl.  Once she was moaning and groaning and
pushing her cunny at Dan's slobbery-wet face, her father moved up
the girl's naked body, fit the tip of his swollen prick inside her
now slippery vagina, and slid home inside Sandy ... almost as if he
was actually having sex with the girl.  If that wasn't enough, Sandy
then wrapped her arms and legs around Dan; humping back at him,
while the two shared an open-mouthed slobbery kiss like they were
lovers instead of merely father and daughter hugging one another.
For a moment it *almost* looked exactly like some porno film of a
man having "missionary style" sex, full penetrating vaginal
intercourse with a woman.  I had to shake my head to clear my mind
of the obscene image that made.  It's a good thing I did finally, or
when Dan started groaning and thrusting heavily into Sandy, while
she moaned and humped back at him and it became obvious after he
pulled out, from the flood of sticky white goo leaking from Sandy's
puffy and reddened slit that he really *had* ejaculated his sperm in
the girl, I probably might have been convinced that since he was
cumming in our little girl, he was actually fucking the kid.  I
guess that feeling Sandy's sexy young body against him and her tight
little cunny milking on his prick had finally gotten the better of
my husband.  Well, like I said before, it's *hard* for a man not to
ejaculate inside a girl that nubile, young, sexy, and tight, when
she's squirming and squeezing around his prick like that.  And even
though she's now twelve years old and far less likely to be a virgin
than she was at ten, I imagine, not having been fucked yet, that
Sandy still must be incredibly tight and sexy around her father's
prick.  I figured I'd just have to get used to the idea of Dan
ejaculating his sperm inside the girl every once in a while.
   Even knowing better, you've got to admit that a father couldn't
come *much* closer to having sex with his own daughter than that,
without actually doing so ... but he doesn't.  Even cumming in her
doesn't seem to make him realize the danger.  Of course, Dan, like
me and Sandy, knows that while she's nursing the baby, there isn't
all that much chance of his getting her pregnant, even if he *is*
filling the girl's tummy with incestuous sperm, almost like he was
fucking her and trying to plant a baby in her tummy.
   If he didn't notice *then* how sexy our daughter is getting, then
what can I say, except that he seems completely blind to what's
going on around him ... at least when it comes to our little girl
and sex, anyway.  If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't
believe my husband could be that blind.  It seems that the closer
the two of them get to having real sex, even with Dan ejaculating
inside her when the stimulation gets to be too much, the *less* he
sees how inappropriate it is for a young woman like her to go around
the house in "fuck me" outfits, almost as if she *wanted* her father
to have sex with her, fuck her, ejaculate his sperm in her vagina,
and get her pregnant with her own father's baby.  It's almost too
much to believe that a man could be that blind to his own daughter's
sexuality!
   Would you?
   Sometimes I look in on Dan and Sandy during the daytime when they
often take naps together.  Usually they're already hugging and
cuddling; but sometimes I get there early enough to see Dan
massaging Sandy's (now well-developed) breasts, sometimes even
sucking on them, then kissing his way down her belly, navel, and
eventually her pouting slit until she's lubricated enough for him to
fit his prick inside her vagina and slide inside so they can snuggle
even closer without the stiff member getting in the way.
   Yes, Dan *does* love our little girl, even now when she's gotten
to be quite a *big* girl, a woman even.  It's just that Dan loves
our daughter a little more ... um ... intimately than most parents
love their kids.
   Sometimes watching them hug, cuddle, and kiss like that,
especially with him sliding in and out, or when Sandy sits on him in
the big chair and they lock lips with his prick buried deep inside
her, you'd almost think they were lovers instead of just father and
daughter.  When Sandy starts moaning and jerking madly on top of
Dan; and when she starts gushing white foam where his prick goes
inside her, the illusion that they're not just loving each other,
but making love, is almost overwhelming.  Like I said, you'd almost
think they were having *sex* together, if you didn't know better.
   It's obvious, now that Sandy is a woman, that she realizes she's
sexy and wants to practice her sexuality with her own father ... The
drive for sex is *so* strong, even in young girls ... Only he
doesn't even seem to notice!  He's *got* to be blind, at least about
our daughter's sexuality anyway.  Hell, Dan has to *work* at being
blind to not notice what Sandy's up to.
   I mean: You'd think that when Sandy comes into the living-room,
almost naked except for a tiny pink "teddy" that displays far more
of our daughter's sexy young body than it hides, goes over to her
father, kneels down, sucks his prick until it's hard, wet, and the
knob is dribbling clear slippery goo, then fits it inside her vagina
and slides down until my husband is buried to the hilt in her body,
that it would be quite *obvious* what the girl was trying to get her
father to do, now wouldn't you think?
   Then, after getting Dan all slippery, when Sandy slides up and
down on her father's prick, almost as if she was having sex with
him, until Dan groans, and from the strain on his face you can tell
it's all he can do to keep from filling our daughter's womb with
sperm-laden cum, and his prick bulges and dilates inside the girl,
almost as if he *was* ejaculating thick gobs of semen just teeming
with his seed ... and, after that episode earlier, knowing there's
actually a fairly good chance he might be doing so ....
   Well, anybody with only half an eye that wasn't either stupid or
deliberately *trying* to be blind about the matter, could see what
the girl was doing with her father.
   By now I'm so used to seeing the two coupling in various places
and manners around the house, that it isn't the shock to see Dan's
prick slide into our little girl that it used to be.  Watching
closely where his swollen member split's Sandy's developing vulva, I
now find it easier to accept that a man can have his penis buried to
the hilt inside his daughter without really having sex with her;
though sometimes it's hard to completely accept even now.  Sometimes
jealousy makes me want to imagine my husband *is* fucking the heck
out of our little girl, and even cumming inside her, actually
ejaculating his potent sperm deep inside our daughter's sexy young
belly almost every day, and sometimes several times a day ... But I
usually manage to fight the idea down before I get too carried away.
I mean, father's just *don't* have sex with their own little girls,
let alone have full penetrating vaginal intercourse, with the man
ejaculating his potent seed into the soft pink recesses of his own
daughter's unprotected vagina.  Sometimes my mind gets carried away
with obscene ideas.  I just can't help it.  Watching Dan jerking
inside Sandy is sometimes almost enough to convince me he *is* not
just *loving* our daughter like a father should, but really *making-
love* with the girl; not just fucking Sandy with his prick sliding
in and out of the youngster's tight little tube, like any real man
might do with a nubile young girl, but actually ejaculating his
sperm deep inside his own offspring's tight little vagina; filling
our little girl's womb with thick white squirts of his virile seed,
without a care about getting our daughter pregnant.  It's often all
I can do sometimes to convince myself I'm being silly to even
*think* such obscene things about Dan and Sandy.  Still, just the
thought of my husband's virile sperm even *accidentally* getting
inside Sandy is scary, even if I know they really aren't having real
sex ... Or so I convince myself.
   Even that clear sticky "goo" (Cowper's fluid?) leaking from Dan's
prick, I hear sometimes has sperm in it; so it's dangerous for Sandy
to get even *that* inside her vagina.  I've *tried* to warn Dan
about this; but like so many things about Sandy and sex, Dan refuses
to see anything at all wrong with what she's doing.  Thinking about
it, perhaps I *should* get Sandy put on the Pill before something
happens.  The way she's flouting her sexuality, even if Dan can't
see it, some boy is likely to try getting in her panties ... and I
can't see Sandy putting up much of a fight to keep him out.
   It's not as though having real sex, even full vaginal intercourse
with a boy (or even a man, for that matter) would be all that
different from what Sandy is doing every day with her father, now
would it?  And, since Dan has already showed Sandy how babies are
made, even having some pimply-faced kid pump his baby in her tummy
wouldn't be that much of a shock or surprise to the girl.
   Thinking about it ... Would letting Sandy get pregnant by some
kid (or even some horny adult) really be all that bad?  It would be
kind of nice for Selene to have a little brother or sister, even if
the kids weren't really related.  It's a shame we don't know who the
mother really is, and there likely isn't a chance of ever finding
out, let alone identifying the father.  They keep those records so
tightly sealed on baby adoptions it's almost as though the adopting
parents *were* the biological ones.  I know ... I tried; and even at
the hospital they insisted that Dan and Sandy really *were* the
little girl's father and mother.  Geesh.  So, there's really no way
to even guess who the real mother is.  (OK!  I apologize!  The
adopting parents *are* the "real" parents.  People get so uptight
about adoptions.  Geesh!)
   In the USA today, they say that obesity is almost an epidemic;
though perhaps the dangers are being a bit overblown (See June, 2005
Scientific American), there however is one almost unnoticed side-
effect!  With all the overweight kids in school, even a 12-year-old
girl can have sex for months, get pregnant, carry the child inside
her for nine months to term, deliver the baby, and go back to school
... all without anybody noticing a thing!  No, not her fellow
classmates, schoolteachers, nor even her own father and mother.
Just the other week there was a story in the papers about a girl
giving birth in a school restroom; and nobody noticed a thing until
the baby started crying.
   This sort of thing happens all the time, and in fact has become
so common that some states are even enacting "trashcan baby" laws to
protect the kids; where any woman can drop off her newborn baby at a
hospital or police-station, no questions asked.  That way desperate
girls don't have to leave their babies in dumpsters or worse.  Don't
believe me?  Look up "trashcan babies" and laws passed about them,
on the web.  In any case, would Sandy having a baby of her own be so
bad?  With luck, maybe we wouldn't even have to put up with the
pimply kid who knocks her up in the back seat.  In a way it's too
bad girls *can't* have sex with their own fathers.
   Ah well, even if they could, Dan is so blind about Sandy's sexual
development it likely wouldn't work out even if I encouraged him to
actually have sex, full vaginal intercourse with Sandy, where he
fills the girl's tight little vagina with his sperm and eventually
his baby too.  I mean, as it is, Dan doesn't even seem to notice how
sexy our daughter is getting to be ... even when she's sitting in
his lap wearing little more than a shift, the girl's perky young
breasts rubbing against the thick rug of her father's chest-hair,
Sandy sliding up and down on the man's penis; taking her father's
swollen, engorged, and cum-leaking prick so deep inside her nubile
young body you'd think it would come out the girl's mouth; her flat
young tummy rubbing against Dan's slight paunch, and Dan is jerking,
thrusting, and probably sometimes even spilling hot sticky white
gobs of his incestuous seed deep inside the warm wet and fertile
recesses of our daughter's sexy young belly, if the stimulation gets
to be too much.
   Like Swift said, "There are none so blind as those who *will* not
see."  And, like *I* said, a person would have to be stupid, blind,
just plain *not* willing to see, or flat-out deceiving himself like
Dan is about our daughter's sexuality, to not know what our little
girl is doing with her daddy.
