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 Title: Foster Problem
Author: Airimis
Summary: A family fosters a teenage girl who seems to be perfect.  The
father is soon to find out that there is much more to her than being sweet
and affectionate.  Can he be a good father to her after what she's been
through?
Keywords: Mf15, cons, seduction, oral, inc, bond (light), spank, slow,
abuse
Author's Note: I do not condone or support child abuse in any way or
form.  This story is for adult entertainment purposes only.  All characters
in the story are fiction.  If you have any constructive feedback I can be
reached at m_19yr_old@hotmail.com.  I have thoughts of making a

continuation of the story, but it will be in the future.  Enjoy.

   CHAPTER 1

   My life was as normal as I thought it could get.  My wife and I lived
together in a nice small community.  We had a son, thirteen years of age, a
dog, cat...the normal life.  I was content with life as it was.  My wife,
on the other hand, wanted just a little more.  Due to medical issues, we
were unable to have any other kids.  To me, this meant we could have sex
without fear of getting pregnant.  For my wife, this meant she would never
be able to have the little girl she had always hoped for.

   Don't' misunderstand when I say this.  Our son was the best we could ask
for.  He was smart, thoughtful, and for the most part, a very well behaved
child.  My wife just had always hoped to have a little girl as well.  So
after years of talk and trying to get as financially stable as a family can
get, we were filling out paperwork to foster a child.  It was technical and
my wife did most of it, but we were approved.  It was also under the
condition that if the foster child worked out in our home, they would fast
track the adoption process.

   This seemed like a great idea.  Rebecca came to live with us almost six
months ago.  She was fifteen, and as teenagers go, she had no major
problems.

   The social worker talked to us privately about her past.  Her mother had
abandoned her, and her father had sexually mistreated her for a number of
years before it was reported.  Social Services removed her from his
custody, and he was sentenced to prison.  They didn't say exactly what
happened to her, but they instructed us that anything out of the ordinary
should be reported immediately.  They had relocated her away from her
childhood home and changed her last name for her protection.

   To become foster parents, my wife and I had gone through several classes
dealing with different issues that range from abuse and separation anxiety
to behavioral disorders.  We were told that any out of the ordinary
behavior should be documented and reported immediately for the child's
wellbeing.  Also, we were told that if behavior presents itself out of our
control, that children are sometimes put back in the system for proper
psychiatric treatment.

   She was about the most well behaved child I think I've ever been around.
She's polite, helpful, and loves any attention that she can get.  In the
time she's been here, I've haven't had to raise my voice to her.  She
seemed overly sensitive at times, and harsh tones seemed to make her
nervous.  She appeared to be a little under developed emotionally for her
age.  Sometimes she acts more like she's thirteen or twelve rather than
fifteen, but that can be expected when abuse is involved.

   I work at a mental hospital for adults on the night shift.  I've worked
there for years and know about disorders and behavior so the agency thought
of us as good candidates for Rebecca.

   My son is hard headed and sometimes it takes a spanking with the belt to
make him listen, but not often.  For Rebecca, I've never had to.  It seems
just a verbal reprimand can almost put her into tears, so I've never had to
physically spank her for anything.  The first time she saw her brother get
spanked by a belt, she freaked out a little.  She didn't want to talk about
it, but I should have paid attention.

   At fifteen and a half, she didn't look her age at all.  She could pass
for a thirteen year old easily due to her below average height and petite
features.  She has long blonde hair and a round face with beautiful blue
eyes.  The only feature that didn't look thirteen was her chest.  In that
area, she looked like a sixteen or seventeen year old, but I guess that's
how girls grow up.

   We arranged for her to attend the same private school that our son
attends.  We have family activities and she gets along well with our son.
Sometimes he oversteps his bounds and tries to be bossy with her, but as
all siblings, they manage.

   As I stated, I work nightshift four nights a week and sleep during the
day.  On my nights off, I fill them with activities.  During the evening I
chill with my kids, and after everyone is in bed, I play on the computer,
watch movies, or have a drink occasionally.

   I never drink when the kids are up because I don't want to encourage the
habit.  My wife doesn't care for it so she usually goes to bed early on
those nights, too.

   It started on a normal Friday night.  At about eleven-thirty, I was
enjoying myself.  Not having to work until Sunday night has its advantages.
I'm not use to sleeping until about six or seven in the morning.  I was
playing a computer game and had music on because I have always loved music.
I was on my fourth drink of vodka, my preferred alcohol of choice, enjoying
a nice buzz when Rebecca came up the hall.  Her room is at the end of the
hall and I hadn't heard her bedroom door open so when her head peaked
around the corner, the movement caught me by surprise.

   "Hi, Angel," I say smiling.  "What are you doing up?"

   I don't drink often, but when I do, I don't like to advertise it to
either of my kids.  So I was doing my best to make it look like everything
was normal.  My wife could never be fooled, but my kids almost never knew
because I don't act any different.

   "I couldn't sleep," she says coming fully into the living room and
pulling the other desk chair over by me.

   My son had liked a lot of things, but he never enjoyed music or some of
the same computer games that I did.  Fortunately, Rebecca and I had bonded
almost immediately over music.  I was teaching her how to play guitar.  My
son had never really tried to learn even though I had tried to teach him.
Rebecca sat in a chair next to me at the computer almost every evening.

   "Can I stay up for a while?" she asks innocently.  "I'll be quiet."

   I had on my loose shorts and a t-shirt.  Her night gown covered her down
to her knees and made her look younger than she was.  I had a nice buzz and
had planned to continue drinking.  I knew that letting her stay up with me
would put a screeching halt to my drinking night.

   "You know your mother will have a cow if she finds out I'm letting you
stay up," I say but I've had a soft spot for her since she got here. 
"Maybe if you watch some T.V.  quietly, I'll forget you're up," I offer.

   I know she has only been with us for six months, but immediately we
started referring to her as our daughter.  We also told her that it was her
choice to call us Mom and Dad if she was comfortable with it.  She had
taken to it immediately and strived to fit in.  She went to church, did
well in school, and I really did like having someone around who had the
same interest in music and singing.

   She smiles immediately and moves over to the couch.  She lays down on
one of the pillows and starts flipping through channels.  I take one of our
small blankets and put it over her.  She looks at me with her deep blue
eyes and smiles affectionately.  I kiss her forehead.  "And if she gets up,
I never saw you, okay?"

   She smiles at me and then goes back to watching television.  "I love
you," she says sweetly.

   "You, too," I reply.

   Thinking back on the entire situation, I think this is the point that
things started going wrong.  It wasn't with anything major, but giving her
the idea that she and I could keep a secret from my wife was a bad idea.  I
wanted to be a good dad to her.  My son and I had never bonded on that
level.  He was more attached to his mother.  I have always wanted that
affection from my child and now I was getting it.

   Our family is one of those that always say we love each other, give
hugs, and hold hands and stuff.  Some families aren't as touchy-feely as
ours, but it works for us.  We didn't want Rebecca to feel pressured to do
anything she didn't want, but after about two weeks of being at our home,
my wife and I were happy that she started taking to it.  She gave hugs and
affection like it was natural to her.

   I go to the kitchen and get another quick shot from the bottle.  I have
a glass of orange juice in the living room by the computer.  I always leave
the bottle of alcohol in the refrigerator in case anyone gets up.  I know
it's the last one I can have as long as she's awake.  I don't want to set a
bad example.

   I go back to playing on the computer as the T.V.  drones on behind me.
After an hour or so I get bored of playing computer games.  This is the
normal time of the night when I might pull up some porn or go wake my wife
for some late night sex.  Because Rebecca has been in the house and we were
warned to be careful about the subject of sex with her.  We had cut back on
our sex when they are home.  When both of the children are out of the
house, we might try it, but because of conflicting schedules, we have
rarely had a chance.

   I glance behind me on the couch and Rebecca is sound asleep.  I turn
down the sound on the computer.  The television is still on behind me and I
move the chair slightly so that I'm blocking the view of the computer
monitor.

   I pull up some random porn site and flip through a few pictures.  I
resist the temptation to rub my hard-on through my shorts.  I am not going
to get caught like that.  Still, with the alcohol confidence in my system,
I flip through a few more web pages with different nude models carefully
listening for movement or signs that I would be caught.

   I glance back at Rebecca after hearing her move slightly.  She still
appears to be asleep.  Her eyes are closed and her breathing is slow and
regular, but the small fleece blanket has fallen off of her and is lying on
the floor.

   If I wasn't so horny, I probably wouldn't have noticed, but the sight of
her legs parted slightly pointing toward me instantly had my attention. 
Her legs were creamy white without any hint of a tan.  Her night gown had
crept up during the night and in the dim light, I could see just a hint of
the white underwear where her legs met.

   I was suddenly embarrassed to realize I was completely turned on by
Rebecca's form lying there.  I had never thought of her in that way, but
looking at her in that light, she was a very attractive young girl.  The
alcohol still swam in my system so I shook my head to clear it.  I turned
off the computer, turned off the T.V., and put the small blanket back over
her.

   I went to the bathroom to masturbate.  I tried to fill my head with
images of my wife and the women that I had seen on the computer.  Anything
except my new little girl on the couch, but I have to admit, she was the
sexiest sight I had seen in a while.

   Nothing more happened for a while.  Life was normal.  I usually tell my
wife about everything.  I did keep the embarrassing moment to myself,
though.  I didn't want to seem like a freak.

   Even though I have never come outright and told her that I have porn
hidden on the computer, I believe she knows.  Some of the medical reasons
we can't have kids also interfere with a healthy sex life.  I love her and
I accept that if I have to masturbate when she isn't feeling up to sex,
then I can live with that.  I just don't break out the porn in front of
her. She gets very jealous of me looking at any other women.

   My wife and I were lying in bed a week later when she told me that
Rebecca had came to her and asked where we stood with dating boys, sex, and
masturbation.  We both agreed that telling Rebecca dating was okay, but sex
was definitely not.  She said she didn't know what to say about the
masturbation subject because she never really did that growing up.  She
asked me what I thought our stance should be.

   I have been masturbating since I was thirteen and had almost years of
experience with it, personally.  I told her that she should tell Rebecca
that it was okay if she wanted to do it, but to always make sure that she
had privacy when she did it.  My wife felt better having a second opinion.
I jokingly offered to show my wife a few websites for examples and she hit
me with a pillow.  My wife always gets very jealous about any other
females. That's another reason not to mention that I watch porn every now
and then.

   The next weekend when I was home I was once again up late playing games
on the computer.  I went down the hall to the bathroom when I heard
something.  At first, I didn't have a clue what it was but then I crept
further down the hall.

   The sound came from Rebecca's room.  At first I figured it was music or
her television.  Then I heard her voice.  I thought she must be talking in
her sleep or something.  Then I heard her moan and I had been with enough
women to know what that usually meant.

   My first and only thought is that she had snuck a boy in the house!  I
opened the door slightly to peek in.  Her night lamp was on but the room
was still dimly lit.  I could see that she was alone in the room.  Her eyes
were closed and her lips were pressed together in a strained face.  The
rest of her body was under the blanket but I could clearly see her knees
were bent and spread wide.  After only a second of seeing motion between
her legs I knew she was masturbating.  I closed the door quickly and as
quietly as I could.

   I held my breath for a moment and heard her continue inside the room.  I
surely didn't want to have her realize that she had been caught.  I
remember being a teenager and being caught by your parents doing that was
about the most embarrassing thing possible.  I walked quietly back to the
living room thankful that she didn't notice me at her door.

   I turned on a movie.  It was still early in the night but I felt like
relaxing so I reclined on the couch and grabbed one of the blankets that we
kept nearby spread it out on me.

   To address the significance of the blankets always being around: My son
and I feel hot most of the time so we have the air conditioner set at
seventy degrees.  My wife and new daughter feel that is too chilly for
inside so there are a few fleece blankets that stay folded next to the
couch.

   After about twenty minutes, I hear a door open and close and hear
someone go to the bathroom.  A few minutes later, Rebecca enters the room.
"I can't sleep," she says in the childish voice that she knows I'm a sucker
for.

   "Fine," I say and pull back the blanket and make room for her on the
couch next to me.

   She happily comes over and joins me pulling the blanket up over her. 
Tonight she is wearing a pajama pants and a white wife beater t-shirt.  I
know she's going to be driving the guys crazy when she gets a few years
older.  She snuggles next to me and I put my arm around her as we start
watching the movie.

   "Do you love me?" she asks after about ten minutes of watching the movie
in silence.

   "Of course I do," I say looking at her confused.  "You're my angel.  Why
would you think that I don't love you?"

   "Well," she pauses trying to find the right words.  "My father loved
me..."

   From the time she started calling me Dad, there had been the very clear
understanding that on the few times that she had mentioned her biological
dad, she called him father.  I immediately knew who she was talking about.

   "They tried to tell me that he was wrong in the children's home, but I
know he loved me.  He taught me that when you love someone, you make them
happy and do things for them," she was speaking very carefully on purpose.

   I have been in mental health for years and know that this is a major
danger zone.  I knew she was talking about sexual abuse, but I didn't
realize that it had twisted in her mind.  The other major issue is that my
reaction and next words were going to be crucial.  She was reaching out and
trying to connect with me.  If she felt rejected, it could damage her
worse.

   I tried to stall unsure what to do.  "So what makes you think that I
don't love you?" I say really not wanting to have her re-live all the abuse
that her father did to her.

   She drops her head.  "You don't look at me like I'm pretty.  You don't
touch me like you love me."

   I lift her chin so she can see my eyes.  "You are very pretty and I do
love you very much," I insist.  "You're my little girl now and nothing is
going to change that."

   A tear forms in her eye as she smiles affectionately.  "I love you, too,
Dad." We hug and then she turns around on the couch and lays back on me.  I
put my arm over her and lay it across her stomach.  I am keenly aware of
where my arm is as she interlaces her fingers in mine.  I know that the
contact will help her and that she is feeling vulnerable.  She needs to
know that I'm here for her.

   We watch the movie for a few more minutes, but my mind is on anything
but the movie.  From what social services told us, I just thought she was
raped a few times.  From understanding mental health, her attitude toward
her father isn't the normal for a rape victim.  Her attitude is of someone
who had been groomed from an early age to accept sex.  If it is done
enough, they link sex and sexual acts with affection and maternal love. 
This kind of grooming usually takes years and can stay hidden for years
because children don't show signs of being abused.  I don't know how much
real affection she has for her father, but she is convinced that he loved
her because he abused her.

   Without saying a word, she moves my hand up and puts it on her breast.
With her hand on top of mine, she squeezes.  I freeze being way out of my
comfort zone.  I feel her young supple tit in my hand.  It has to be almost
a C cup from the size.  She definitely doesn't have a bra on and through
the thin material I can feel her nipple on my fingers.  I start to pull by
hand away.

   "Please," she says quietly holding my hand in place.  "I know I don't
have nice ones like Mom's, but...," she trails off.

   "I can't.  That's not how it's supposed to be," I say lifting my hand
directly up breaking contact with her teenage chest.  Her hand is still on
top of mine and I can feel her pressing it down slightly.

   "I love you and I want to show you that I love you," she says and I can
hear the emotional unsteadiness in her voice.  She sits up and turns to
face me.

   "This isn't the way I show love," I say being careful to word it
properly.  I truthfully have little experience in dealing with sexual
trauma, but I do know that you have to be careful not to dismiss their
feelings or the way they think.  To do that will either sever communication
or send their emotions into freefall if they aren't stable to begin with.
Either of those two option are not what I want.  I want to help my
daughter.

   She sobs as tears roll down her cheeks.  She gets up and starts toward
the hall crying.

   That's not good.  I don't need a depressed teenager on my hands. 
"Rebecca," I say a little more forcefully than I meant to due to years in
the military.  She stops dead in her tracks.  "Come back here and sit
down," I say authoritatively.  My patience is stretching thin and I really
didn't want her telling my wife that I felt her up in the morning.  I could
just see that as the end of our marriage.

   To my surprise, Rebecca does exactly as she is told without hesitation.
Her face is still red like she was going to cry but she makes an effort to
be silent as she sits on the couch waiting for me to continue.

   It surprised me how well she took the instruction.  I had never had to
raise my voice to her in all the time she had been with us before now.  She
wipes her tears and took a deep breath to calm herself.  She looked scared.
Maybe my voice had been too harsh and I hadn't realized it?

   I soften my tone and reach my arms out.  "Come here."

   She moves close on the couch and I pull her into a hug.  I feel her head
lay on my shoulder as she relaxes.  "I do care about you.  I just show it
in different ways.  You are my little girl and I love you no matter what,"
I say trying to be comforting.

   She holds me tighter and it seems that was what she needed to hear. 
"I'm sorry," she says and I can feel her tears on my shoulder.

   "It's okay," I say trying to be understanding.  "I'm sorry for raising
my voice to you," I say not wanting her to be scared of me.  Years of
military training had not disappeared now that I was out of the Army. 
Every now and then my wife has to remind me that I wasn't in charge of a
squad anymore.  I have to remember in the future to watch my tone around
Rebecca.  "Will you stay and finish the movie with me?" I ask trying to
make sure she isn't going to start crying again.

   She nods to me and I relax on the couch again.  She turns around, lies
back against me, and takes a minute to spread the blanket on her.  She
wipes away the last of her tears and we start to relax.  My arm is on top
of the blanket.

   She reaches down and takes my hand again.  She puts it back across her
chest.  This time my palm is outside of the blanket, but the placement is
the same.

   "Rebecca," I say with the implied warning tone in my voice.

   "Please," she says almost begging.  "Just for a little while?" her voice
sounds like she could start crying again at any moment.

   I close my eyes trying to convince myself that this is for her and that
I'm trying to be a good parent and help her.  I don't say anything to her,
but I don't pull away, either.  I just let my hand rest where she put it.

   She's content for about twenty minutes like that and then she pulls the
blanket down.  Then my hand is just on the fabric of her shirt.  She still
has her hand on top of mine and every few minutes, she might press me
tighter against her or move my hand slightly.

   I know that she sees it as completely different so I let her keep it up
for a little while.  The real problem isn't with her as much as me.  I was
having trouble fighting my own hormones at the moment.  Every moral fiber
was telling me that it was wrong to be turned on by my little girl, but her
skin felt so soft underneath my hand.  I didn't move my hand on my own, but
it had been a very long time since I've had sex.  My wife due to hormone
issues had not been in the mood for a while.  Between that and the kids
being home, sex seemed like a blue moon that only came a few times a year.
I felt horrible for having such perverted thoughts about my little girl,
but none of that made me remove my hand from her chest.

   I didn't encourage her by gripping her or massaging her.  I just let her
move my hand as she wished.  I could feel her erect nipple after a while. I
watched her and I couldn't tell when it started, but I noticed her
breathing was starting to get deeper.  She had one hand over mine and would
move it a little every now and then.  Her face and eyes were aimed at the
television.  I was trying to act like I was watching the movie when I saw
the slight moment of the blanket.  After a few minutes of paying attention,
I had no doubt.  She was slowly rubbing between her legs under the blanket
with her other hand.

   I couldn't believe it.  This girl who had been so mortified when I
accidently walked in on her changing a month ago was actually lying on the
couch masturbating with me right here!  I guess her earlier activity in her
room had not satisfied her.  This was so far out of my comfort zone that I
just couldn't react to it.  I didn't know what to do.  I just sat there in
silence pretending to watch the now uninteresting movie while my teenage
princess made me grope her while stimulating herself.

   She was wearing the sleeveless t-shirt.  She moaned quietly.  She then
moved my hand to the top her shirt and started to slide my fingers inside
the fabric onto her skin.

   "No," I said solidly.

   She froze not looking at me.  Even the hand working underneath the
blanket stopped for a moment.

   Even though my moral lines have somehow been clouded tonight, I refuse
to cross that one.  "Over the shirt only," I consent.  I still can't
believe I let it go this far.

   She gives me a gentle nod and puts it back on the top of her shirt.  She
looks back at the television, but I can see that her eyes have a glazed
over look to them.

   After figuring out what she was doing, I had an almost painful erection
as well.  I was mesmerized by this beautiful teenager enjoying her
sexuality.  I don't want to stop her as much for her own enjoyment and for
the chance to watch her.

   She continues for another fifteen or twenty minutes.  She slowly moves
her legs a little wider, but keeps her movements to a minimum.  Her face
shows how much she's enjoying herself as she brings herself closer to
orgasm.  She presses her lips together and inhales deeply as her body
tightens up.  Her hand squeezes mine tightly on her breast and I slightly
move my fingers to squeeze her protruding nipple.

   After about thirty seconds it seems to pass while the only movement is
slight motion of the blanket and she relaxes her entire body.  I see her
legs slump.  Her hand pinning mine to her chest eases.  I see still the
very slight movement under the blanket around her crotch, but I imagine
she's just milking the last effects of her orgasm.  Her breathing begins to
go back to normal.

   I don't know what to say.  I am still in shock that even my erection had
died in watching this girl have a beautiful moment.  The perverse part of
it is that I'm not supposed to be a part of it!  This is one of those
moments that girls are supposed to be locked in their rooms at night or
dreaming about a guy at school.  They don't do this with their dad in the
living room.

   After a few minutes, tears streak down her face and she looks like she's
going to cry.

   I don't know what I expected, but it wasn't that.  "Rebecca, what's
wrong?" I know it's the stupidest question considering how many different
directions of wrong this night had been so far, but it was the first thing
that come out of my mouth.

   "You're going to send me back to the children's home now," she says
trying to keep her voice from cracking.

   "No, Baby," I say as I sit her up so she can look at me.  "I love you
and I want you to stay here." I hate to see her cry.  I hadn't seen her do
it often, but it breaks my heart.  I guess that was part of our bonding. 
"I wouldn't send you back.  You're a part of our family and you're welcome
here no matter what."

   The words sink in and she hugs me tight.  There are more tears and she
wipes them on my shoulder, but these feel more like tears of joy.  I just
rub her back and run my fingers through her hair for a minute while she
processes it all.  "I don't want to leave," she whispers.  "I want to stay
here." She finally pulls back.  Her face is on the edge of being a child
and a woman at the same time.  She is beautiful, none the less.  "I'm sorry
for....," she looks away embarrassed.

   I shake my head.  "I understand you needed it," I say actually
understanding what abuse can do to a person.  In a moment it was clear to
her that she hadn't fooled me by hiding her activity under the blanket.

   "But we can't mention this to your mother.  She won't understand and if
she knew about any of this, it might not be possible for you to stay," I
tell her.  It wasn't an idle threat.  My wife over reacted when I was
around any other women.  I also know that she's very uncomfortable with
Rebecca's past.  If there were any complications, she would probably call
up social services immediately, not to mention how many different ways I
would be in real trouble.

   "I understand," she says and the last lingers tears are wiped from her
face.

   "Now, I think it really is time for you to go to bed," I say giving her
a reassuring smile.

   She gives me a quick hug again and this time is smiling.  "Good night,
Dad," she says as she gets up and heads to her room.

   "Good night, Rebecca," I say hoping that in the grand scheme of things
that I would not go to hell for just assisting my daughter in pleasuring
herself.

   CHAPTER 2

   During the next week, I wanted to tell my wife about part of the night
that Rebecca had stayed up with me, but I didn't know how to phrase it.  I
wanted to tell her that I figured out that there was more to the abuse than
what we had been told, but I didn't want her to freak out.  She didn't
understand abuse and I was afraid that if I told her anything, she might go
straight to social services with it and they would take her for psych
evaluations.  At this point, that might have been better for her.  I
selfish though and didn't want to lose my little girl so I kept my mouth
shut about it.

   I also was aware in changes in Rebecca's behavior toward me.  She was
even more affectionate than before.  Now it started making me
uncomfortable. Every once in a while, she would rub her chest against me,
but act like it was an accident.  She would sit too close to me when we
were at the computer and even once when all of us were in the living room
watching a movie, she tried to put my hand on her chest under the blanket
again.  I pulled it away without attracting any attention from my son or
wife who was in the recliner and on the floor.  Apparently by sharing in
her sexual experience, I had unknowing consented to the idea that other
sexual acts in her mind.  It was clear that I was going to have to address
this, but I didn't want to do it with an audience.

   There didn't seem to be a convenient opportunity during my work week. 
Sure enough, a few hours after everyone was in bed on my day off, she got
up and came into the living room with me.

   "We need to talk," I told her as I moved to the couch and gestured for
her to sit with me.  "I know that you've been trying to show me that you
love me, but it just isn't appropriate to do it in some of the ways that
you are."

   She looked a little rejected.  "But I do love you and I want you to know
it," she said.  "I don't think the others understand me, but you do," her
eyes looked up at me.  "And I want to.  It's not wrong if I want it, is
it?"

   I could see that she's not getting the point.  I thought I could make
her understand that it is wrong. A scary prospect crosses my mind.  If she
acted that way toward Brian, I don't know what he would do.  He was only
thirteen.  He would probably freak out as well.

   I needed to know what I was going up against.  "Your father, you
mentioned him before," I said carefully.

   She looked away at the mention of him and I could see a little of the
innocence leave from her face.  She looks uncomfortable and tries not to
look me in the eye.  I needed to make her drop her guard.  I moved over and
gestured for her to turn around.  I laid her back on me like a hundred
evenings before when we would watch movies.  This seems to help her relax.
I start running my fingers through her hair to comfort her.  Not facing a
person while telling something hard helps.  "You told me you did stuff for
him.  Can you tell me what?" I knew I was asking a lot, but considering
social services didn't tell us much of anything, I wanted to know what went
on.

   "Things didn't change until my chest started growing.  He would touch
me. He told me he did it because he loved me and that I was growing into a
woman," her voice was still hesitant, but I didn't stop her.  "He told me
that when you love someone you do stuff to make them happy.  Then he didn't
like some of the clothes I wore so he would have me walk around naked.  He
said it was so I didn't hide my natural beauty." Her voice reflected some
embarrassment in the memory but she continued.  "Then he started touching
me more.  He said I was beautiful.  He would touch my chest and between my
legs and it felt good after a while.  The doctor at the children's home
said it was wrong, but my father made me feel good when he did it.....most
of the time.  Then he told me that I was enough of a woman that I should be
making him feel good," She paused taking a deep breath.

   I could tell that this is getting harder for her to talk about.

   "He would have me...touch his.  He tried to have me suck on it, but he
said I did it wrong and got mad.  My father always had a bad temper and
would punish me when he got upset.  That's when he put it in me.  He said
that I couldn't do it good enough with my mouth.  After that, he started
having sex with me a lot," she said timidly.  She sounded almost as though
she missed it or him.  I couldn't tell.  "It hurt at first, but after
several times, it started to feel good so I knew that I was doing it right.
He said that's what you did when you love someone.  And I loved him," she
paused again.  "So I did it for him as much as he wanted." She leaned over
and pressed her head into my hand affectionately as it came up to stroke
her hair.

   To me and any other normal person, her father was the worst kind of scum
on the earth.  Rebecca's body language said that she did love him.  It
shocked me to see that she was actually getting aroused by the memory.  I
did immediately recognize the emotional transference that she had made
between him and me.  I just had never seen anything as strong as this,
though.  The only thing that I did immediately recognize was the fact I
could really hurt her if I reject her.  Some of her behavior was starting
to make sense.  There was no wonder she had been adapting so well in our
house.  It also explained the last week.

   "We have a slight problem, though," I said removing my hand from her
almost purring cheek.

   She turned to face me with those bright blue eyes sensing I had bad
news. She already looked as if I had chastised her.  I guess she'd heard it
in tone of my voice.  "I know you love me.  I really do," I say as she
smiles, "but you can't be rubbing against me like you have been.  Last
week, what you did on the couch with me.  We can't do that." I was trying
to make my voice sound as compassionate and caring as I could.

   Her eyes go down and she looks as if I had yelled at her.  She almost
looks like she's going to cry.

   I tried to press on so I could get all this out.  "If you need to do
stuff like that, you need to do it alone in your room," I got that part out
and she did let the tears flow.

   "I tried," she said pleadingly.  "I've tried so much that it's hurt. 
I've been trying for four weeks and I haven't been able to finish by
myself. I don't know what's wrong with me.  All I know is that when you
help, I can finish.  That night, before I came in here, I had been trying
an hour and couldn't get close.  I need it.  You don't understand what it's
like."

   I don't know what to say and I guess the look on my face said that, too.

   "It starts like an itch that you can't scratch.  It is little a first.
Then it grows until it's all I can think about.  It gets hard to sit still.
When you touched me, I knew I could do it.  All week, I've been trying
every night and I can't do it on my own.  I'm going out of my mind.  Please
just help me.  I'll do whatever you want.  Please," she begged with tears
in her eyes.

   My mind processed it quickly.  I had a good guess why she was having
trouble.  Sex had always involved another person for her.  Doing it herself
would be a pale comparison.  I had my boundaries, but seeing her crying
like that was more than I could take.

   "You can't tell anyone at all," I emphasized.  I still had no idea how I
could even help her.  "No more public stuff." I still wasn't comfortable
with anything.

   She nodded sniffing and trying to get a hold her herself.

   "Not tonight, though" I said needing time to process everything.

   She slumped disappointed.

   "If you still need it tomorrow night, I'll see what I can do." I didn't
promise anything and sincerely hoped that she would change her mind. 
Besides, she was a mess just recovering from crying.  I needed time to
think and figure out what in the world I was going to do.

   She accepted my terms and gave me another hug.  I still felt her
intentionally rub her chest against me when she did it.  I didn't want to
scold her before sending her to bed so I let it go.  She went to bed and
left me to think.  I honestly didn't have any idea then what I was going to
do if she came back the next night.

   CHAPTER 3

   The next day, I stopped by the only adult store in town.  I hadn't been
in it before except for years ago when it opened.  I looked around until I
found what I was looking for.  It cost more than I thought it should, but
if it could get me out of assisting Rebecca, I would have paid double.

   The day went normal.  I could tell Rebecca as looking forward to night
time.  She offered to help me with dishes, but I declined feeling
uncomfortable with her wanting to be so close me.  Normally, her and I
might work on the dishes together and sing or talk.  The smile she kept
giving me when no one else said she was counting down the hours.

   When I opened her door to tell her goodnight, she was getting under her
covers.  I walked in her room and sat on the edge of her bed.

   She smiled as she peered out the door cautiously to see if anyone could
hear.  "Do you want me to come to you, or will you come get me when
everyone is asleep?" she said looking a little unsure.

   "Actually, I have something for you," I said and pull out the pink
rabbit vibrator from my pocket.  It wasn't very large, mainly because of
her size I couldn't imagine she could take very much.  I had already put
batteries in it and disposed of the packaging so there wouldn't be any
evidence.  "I want you to try to use this tonight."

   She looked very disappointed.  "I thought you were going to help me,"
she said sadly.

   I let out a long sigh.  This was not the response that I hoped for.  "I
will, if you need it," I tell her.  "But first, I want you to try this.  If
you can't finish using this, then come to me after everyone is asleep," I
tell her.  I secretly hoped that this would take care of her and I wouldn't
have to get involved in my child's sex life.

   "If you want me to, I'll try it," she says as she looked at the vibrator
disdainfully.

   I couldn't tell if the issue was something wrong with the vibrator or me
trying to get out of helping her.  I bent down and gave her a kiss on the
forehead.  "Please try," I said as I got up.  Something in the floor caught
my attention as I made my way out of the room.  Her white underwear is down
by the bed.  I turned back to her.  "Are you wearing underwear?" I asked
noticing that she is in her long white night gown.

   She looks down a little embarrassed.  "No," she whispered.  "I don't
like wearing them at night.  But if you want me to, I will," she adds.

   I put my hands out in front of me as to block the image of them on the
floor.  "You can sleep however you feel comfortable.  Next time, just hide
them better," I said shaking my head and heading out of the room.

   I went to the living room and to start my nightly routine.  My wife was
in bed within the next hour and it was about midnight when I heard the
sound that I'd been dreading: the soft turn of a bedroom door knob and the
soft footsteps of a barefoot teenager coming up the hall.  No, she didn't
make any noise, but I had been listening for it since my wife went to bed
almost two hours before.

   She peeked in the living room to make sure that I'm alone and then comes
in and sits in the chair beside me at the computer desk.

   I was too nervous to ask, but she didn't wait for me to ask.  "It didn't
work," she says and waits for me to say something.  "Will you still help
me?"

   Now I'm really worried about what I got myself into.  I don't answer
right away.

   "Please try," she says and takes my hand off the keyboard.  The entire
time I barely give her a sideways glance.  I just didn't know what to do.
She puts my hand down in her lap as her other hand raises her night gown
until the slit and mound are exposed.  She's still not wearing any
underwear.  I can see that her small vaginal are is irritated and
pink...and shaven!

   I look down at her and almost do a double take.  Her entire pubic area
is shaven bare.  I catch my breath.  Unbeknownst to her, I have always
loved for women who shaved their lady parts.  I've had a few girlfriends do
it for me, but my wife had declined it after only a few times.  It was one
of my few turn-ons that are hard to resist.  I take a deep breath as she
slowly puts my hand between her legs over her smooth mound.  I look over
into her beautiful blue eyes.

   "Please," she mouths letting go of my hand.

   What was left of my resistance crumbles.  I know I'm going to hate
myself in the morning for this.  I close my eyes and extend my middle
finger and let it travel the length of her slit.  I make two passes up and
down the length from her entrance to the top of her.  "Are you sure this is
what you want?" I say, but part of me was asking myself am I really ready
to do this?

   I didn't want to face the fact that I was getting excited.  A beautiful
teenager was begging me to touch her most private areas.  How could I part
of me not be aroused?

   She looked at me intently and nods.

   I pressed my finger into her gently and began massaging.  I quickly find
her clitoris and start concentrating my efforts around it, but not directly
touching it.  She's very wet already and for as small as her body is, her
clitoris is very pronounced.  She was already very aroused when I started,
but her breathing and body language suggest that she's completely
comfortable with me touching her.  I was hoping she would be as nervous
about it as I felt, but she seemed perfectly fine.

   She leaned over to me and wrapped her arms around my arm that is nestled
between her legs.  I can feel her body heat as she rubs her soft face
against my arm as she enjoys the sensations I've giving her.  I take
another deep breath trying to relax.  I had given in to her will so I might
as well make it enjoyable for her.

   I didn't have many lovers, but with each of them I had strived to find
exactly what they enjoyed and give them the best sexual experience
possible. So understanding what turned them on and watching for cues of
what they like was almost like child's play to me.  With Rebecca, it was
even easier because she was so inexperienced at hiding her reactions.

   She moved her bottom up to the front of the chair and spread her legs
more.  With more access on her small area, I started using more of my hand
to massage her.  I had one finger inside her, circling her interior lips
slowly and with the rest of my hand, I palmed her mound and began stroking
her outer lips with my exterior fingers.

   She reacted instantly to the increase in stimulation.  Her hips began
moving to the pace of my digit in her shallow opening.  She started to moan
but pressed her lips together to try to keep quiet.

   "Shush," I said comfortingly.  "We can't have any noise," I warned her
quietly.

   She nodded and I saw her making an effort to stay quiet as she tightened
her hold around my arm.  I could feel her body close to the orgasm and it
was almost amusing how fast she had built up.

   I had a hard-on, but I was more interested in watching her reactions. 
Her legs were almost straight and I could see her toes starting to curl. 
"Are you ready to cum now, my Angel?"

   "Yes, Daddy, please," she said desperately with her eyes half closed.

   I had avoided going directly on top of her clitoris the entire time.  It
was a tactic I had used on women before who were easily simulated.  I would
work the lips, the entire outside, but inside circle around the clitoris
keeping most of the stimulation on the walls and inner lips until they were
worked up.  Then use direct stimulation on the clitoris to send them over
the edge.

   In this case, it worked very well.  As soon as my finger touched her
clitoris, she inhaled deeply and thrust her hips out to increase the
contact.  I slid another finger inside her and working both sides of her
clit at the same time.

   She held me tight and her hand went to the crotch of my shorts finding
the outline of my already hard penis.  I made an effort not to stop my
efforts on her swollen nerve cluster.  I could feel her orgasm and see it
all over her body so I didn't want to disrupt it.  I let her get away with
this grope, but I could see that we were going to have to talk about
boundaries soon.  She tried to massage me, but the material didn't move
very much.  Mostly she just squeezed it and I have to admit, even that felt
decent through the denim material.

   She presses her face against my shoulder.  With her hand that is not on
my shorts she moves the sleeve of my t-shirt up so that she can feel her
skin against the skin of my shoulder.  She rubs her face against me and I
can feel the heat of her flushed skin.  Then she kisses my shoulder as I go
back to my wide circles around the inside of the interior lips.

   Her breathing calms slowly, but she continues to plant small kisses
against my skin.  With my free hand, I remove her hand from my crotch.  She
doesn't fight me as I place her hand on her leg.  I give her a few minutes
like this to come all the way down off the high.

   I've learned that orgasms for guys and girls are different.  For guys,
its boom and done.  For girls, it is a slow build up and after the climax
there is a calming down time.  If done right, the entire experience is
enjoyable.  Most guys are completely oblivious to the process and usually
that is the time that women want to cuddle.  Most guys don't understand
that this is the time to pay attention to your partner and if done right,
it could be almost as important as the build up or climax itself.  Sex has
a more lasting effect on women than it does men.

   She finally completely relaxes and I remove my finger from within her
massage the exterior only as she lets out sigh of contentment and lays her
head against my shoulder.  I start to remove my hand and she holds it
against her.

   I let her have her way, but I rest my hand on the top of her slender
thigh.  I didn't know what to say.  What do you say to your little girl
after you make her orgasm?  Fortunately, I didn't have to.

   "Thank you, Daddy," she whispers to me.  "I won't tell anyone."

   That thought had already crossed my mind.  I had looked up the laws for
our state.  I couldn't believe the age of consent for sex was fourteen.  Go
figure on what pervert had set the bar that low, but it did give me a
little comfort that I might not go to jail if any of this got out.  I had
no doubt that she would be taken from me and my family.  Not to mention, my
wife would divorce me and probably get everything along with my last name.
I guess at the time, it seemed worth it to make her happy.

   "We both know what will happen if you do, right?" I say trying not to
make it sound like a threat.

   She nodded and then leaned her head back affectionately against my
shoulder.

   I lean over and kiss the top of her head.  "Now back to bed," I tell
her. "You should sleep better now," I say smiling.

   "Can I stay up with you?" she asks adjusting her grip on my arm making
my hand move more from her leg toward her still exposed private area.

   "No," I say shutting her attempt for more down.  I pull my arm free of
her and she lets go this time.

   She gets up and smiles at me without a word of protest.  "Good night,
Daddy," she leans over and kisses my cheek.  Her face still has a little of
the flushed color but mostly has returned to normal.  Just a small bit of
sweat is at her hairline to indicate that anything is out of the ordinary.
She stops after the kiss very close to me.  "That was really good.  Thank
you," she says intimately.

   I didn't know what to say.  I smile, flattered.  "Good night," is all I
can manage.  The response `you are welcome' just didn't seem to apply.  She
goes back down the hall as silently as she had crept up it.  I finally take
a deep breath after I hear her door open and close.

   I had to figure out what I was going to do, but first I had to relieve
my throbbing member that felt like it was about to burst.

   CHAPTER 4

   The next few days, I keep an ear out for anything out of the ordinary
with Rebecca.  She seemed to be keeping her part of the secret.  I didn't
breathe a word to anyone.  As much as the entire situation bothered me, I
couldn't help but be enticed by the whole situation.  I knew that I
couldn't make an advance on her.  I had argued it over in my head and
convinced myself that if it was her coming to me, that I would indulge her,
but only as far as she had already got.

   She is getting more affectionate with me by the day.  She did quit
rubbing up against me in public thankfully.  I don't make any move to
encourage her, and she doesn't say anything about continuing the sessions.

   During the week, I am just getting ready for bed in the morning and I
hear my wife arguing with Rebecca.  Usually she never does anything wrong
and she had never yelled back at my wife that I knew of.

   "Why not?" Rebecca says to my wife in the hallway.  "It's what my
friends are wearing."

   "And you're not them and I'm not their mother!" my wife says.  "You are
not going out like that!"

   I come out of the bedroom and see them in the hallway.  Rebecca is
dresses in a V neck shirt that shows way too much cleavage.  She looks
ready to fall out of it and her face is red with anger.  My wife is
standing clenched fists with one hand pointing at the teenager's chest.

   "What?  Are all your friends strippers all the sudden?" my wife retorts.

   "It's not like you know what cool is anyway," Rebecca yells at her.

   Now I don't like a lot of noise and I really don't like yelling.

   "Will you tell her she can't go out like that?" my wife asks as she sees
me coming up the hall.

   "Rebecca," I say solidly.  "Go change, now," I order.

   Rebecca looks at me, but quickly looks at the floor after seeing my
stern look.  "Yes, Daddy," she says and then walks quickly to her room and
closes her door.

   My wife comes over to me.  "I don't know what to do with her," she tells
me quietly.  "She's been pushing all week.  Her teacher called me yesterday
and told me that she was disruptive in class over a boy.  Will you please
talk to her?  She listens to you."

   "Yes, Baby," I tell her as I hug her.

   I head back to bed wondering what has changed with Rebecca.  My son has
an eye doctor's appointment that day so my wife picks him up early from
school.  I take this opportunity to pick up my daughter at the end of her
school day so we can talk.

   "What's going on?" I ask her without beating around the bush.  I drive
slowly from the school to our house.

   "I don't know what you mean?" she says not meeting my gaze.

   "I hear that you're having issues at school.  And what was all that this
morning with your mother?" I say accusingly.

   She looks down at her lap like I had just slapped her.

   I wait for a response but she just rides silently in the car.  I'm
starting to figure out that she does respond to me differently.  At the
moment, I need her to stay out of trouble.  I'll figure out the rest later.
"I don't want to hear any more arguing with your mother," I put the
authority in my voice that she seems to respond to.  "Do you understand?"

   "Yes, sir," she responds quickly almost tearing up at my tone.  She
stays looking the floorboard of the car.

   Considering I still haven't gotten a good answer for why all this is
happening my patience is running out.  "And I don't want to hear any more
of this getting in trouble at school."

   "Yes, sir," she says without hesitation.

   I let her sit in silence for a minute or two.  We pull into the driveway
at our house.

   "Are you going to punish me?" she asks quietly.

   I look over at her and see her full of fear.  She doesn't look at me or
make a move to open the door even though I have parked and shut off the
car. "Do I need to for you to listen?  What do you think I should do?" I
ask still using the parental tone.

   I know that I should be a little easier on her seeing that she looked
terrified, but honestly I had never laid a harsh hand on her, or seriously
punished her for anything.  I never had to.  The tactic had worked on my
son when asking him which punishment he deserved, but I usually increased
it by three when he would suggest something.

   "I've seen you use the belt on Brian.  Are you going to use it on me?"
she asks still not looking up.

   It's true, that I had whipped my son with a belt on a few occasions when
Rebecca had been here.  They had been few and far between.  When I had done
them, it wasn't excessive or done in anger.  It was a simple spanking with
a leather belt; just enough for him to get the point that he was in the
wrong.  I had never used the belt or anything on her.

   Then another thought occurs to me.  "Did your father use a belt on you
when you didn't listen?"

   She nods.

   Now some things were starting to make sense.  She thought I would do
like him.  My curiosity got the better of me.  I soften my tone and ask,
"How did he punish you?"

   "He would have me stripped and bent over a table in the basement.  He
called it the punishment table.  He would use a leather strap or a cord,"
she pauses for a moment to take a breath.  "He would keep on until he said
I had learned my lesson.  Sometimes he wouldn't use the strap me.  He would
bend me over the table and put penis in my bottom.  It hurt the worst but
he said that if he needed punished inside of me and out."

   And I now had the reason she had listened so well up until now.  She had
seen me use a belt on Brian and thought I would do the same things her
father did if she didn't obey.  "First, I am not him.  I am not going to
hurt you that way.  I don't want to spank you, but I do need you to listen
to us."

   For the first time since we started talking, Rebecca looks over at me.
She still looks scared, but at least she's not cowering in fear.

   "Do I need to spank you to get you to listen?" I ask her.

   "No," she says shaking her head.  "I can be good."

   "Then please, do as we ask," I tell her and I lean over and hug her. 
She hugs me back and I'm hoping that I got through to her.  From hearing
what I just heard, spanking may make her obedient, but if I do that, it'll
be like her father all over again to her.  I don't want her to see me as
him.

   The next few days are better.  There aren't any complaints from her
teachers.  My wife says that she's listening a little better to her. 
CHAPTER 5

   I thought things were getting better.  Rebecca hadn't approached me for
any other special favors.  She was still affectionate and spent time with
me.  We watched movies together and she helped me around the house like
normal.

   I was supposed to be gone for a few hours at a meeting for work.  My
wife had taken my son for a haircut.  Rebecca was supposed to be at the
house alone.  I came home early and hoped that she and I could go out for
pizza.

   I walk in the door and it takes me a moment to process what I see.  I
see a stranger on the couch hunched over Rebecca.  She is naked from the
waste up and so is he.  They both look at me surprised.

   "Daddy?" Rebecca exclaims trying to cover her naked chest with her arms.
She still has on her jean shorts, but the top button is undone.

   The guy turns around completely surprised to see me.  He stands up and
stammers, "Mr.  Simmons, I didn't..." and that's all he has time to say.

   I am usually very controlled and tolerant.  The military teaches a
person to control their emotions and use their head in stressful
situations. I have only lost my temper three times in my life.  Once, when
I was fourteen and I had a fist fight with my best friend, one time in a
bar when I saw a man ball up a fist and knock his girlfriend across the
room, and this time that I saw my baby girl with some teenage guy pawing at
her chest.  All three times, I was out of control and bad things happened.
Each time things happened so fast that I didn't understand it until it was
done and didn't know who I was afterward.

   I see red.  In two steps I cross the distance of the living room and
drive my hard right fist into the center of his chest.  He collapses
struggling for breath, having the wind knocked out of him.  I grab him by
his arm and throw him hard away from the sofa.

   "Daddy, please stop!" Rebecca begs, crying now.  "He wasn't hurting me!"

   "Shut up!" I yell at her.  Honestly, I hardly recognized myself at this
point.  I pick the boy up off the floor by his neck and shoulder.  He
doesn't try to fight back, but he does try to catch his breath and get his
feet under him.  "You come to my house and put your hands on my little
girl?"

   Rebecca starts to run for her room.

   "Stop!" I yell at her.  She freezes in the doorway to the living room.
"Come here," I order.

   She's still crying, but she turns around and slowly walks over to where
I'm holding her would-be lover.  She keeps her hands at her sides and makes
no moved to cover up her hanging breasts.

   I look back at the teenage boy.  "So you wanted to see these?" I snarl
aiming his head harshly at her chest.

   "No, sir," he cries.  He struggles to get away, but doesn't have a
chance up against a guy with six years active military experience.

   "No?" I say and look back at Rebecca.  "He didn't come here for that?" I
taunt.  "Something else, maybe?  Unzip your shorts and pull them down," I
order her.

   "Please Daddy, don't make me," she begs with tears flowing down her
cheeks.

   "Now!" I say even louder.

   She slowly unzips her jean shorts.  They were already unbuttoned and she
lets them fall to her ankles.  She's wearing white underwear and it
completely covers her like a bikini would, but it's still enough to make
her want to die of embarrassment.

   I jerk his head to point at her mid-section.  "Is that what you were
hoping for?" I growl to him squeezing the back of his neck and shoulder
harder.

   "No sir," he yells in fear.  "Please, I wasn't going to...."

   That's as far as he gets when I spin him around yanking him off his
feet. The front door is still open and I throw him as hard as I can in that
direction.

   Our porch isn't big or more than eight inches the ground.  He flies like
a Frisbee, but with the grace of a brick.  He tries to get his feet under
himself, hits the ground, and rolls onto the grass of our front yard.

   I don't look to see him land before I slam the front door.  I turn back
around and see my little Rebecca standing there in tears in just her white
cotton panties and her shorts around her ankles.  "Go to your room and get
some clothes on." I yell still fuming.

   She is still crying but she flees the room grabbing her shorts,
discarded shirt, and bra lying at the foot of the sofa.

   I stand there for a moment still wanting to explode.  All I can do is
breathe while I force myself to try to calm down.  After several minutes,
my hands hurt having them clenched so tight.  I try slowly to calm myself.
I force one hand and then the other to open.  The image of him on top of
her goes through my mind.  Her legs spread with him sitting facing her
between them makes me angry all over again.

   After five minutes, I'm still upset but I start to think clearly again.
I am mad at her, but I focus my anger on the boy.  Somehow it's easier this
way.  This had to be his idea.  He must have coerced her into doing it.  I
look around and am surprised I didn't break anything.  If he wouldn't have
fallen when I threw him across the room, he could have easily been slammed
through the television.

   I look out the front window and there is no sign of the guy anywhere. 
At least that's one good thing.  I wouldn't have to call an ambulance for
him.  I look down and notice there is a little blood on the carpet where he
landed.  He must have bloodied his nose or scraped himself when he landed
and I didn't even notice.  I go to the kitchen and get the cleaner and a
scrub pad.

   I look around quickly and that seems to be the only place that he bled.
As I search the room for more evidence of my behavior the realization of
what happened hits me.  Guilt hits me first as I'm scrubbing the small spot
on our dark carpet so that it doesn't stain.  I could have really hurt him.
I possibly could have hurt my sweet Rebecca.  Every time I have lost my
temper, there is regret.  I think through the events and I can't even
believe it was me.  It takes almost five minutes of scrubbing before I have
the spot completely wiped out.  By that time, I am in full guilt mode over
my behavior.

   I look up to see Rebecca coming back up the hall.  She's wearing her
white silk night gown that goes down only mid-thigh and holding my leather
belt in her hand.  Her face is still streaming with tears but she looks to
be forcing herself to walk to the living room.

   I get up angry, but my temper is well under control now.  "I told you to
get some clothes on," I say walking up to her.

   She keeps her head down and is holding the belt with both hands in front
of her.  "This is how I'm supposed to dress for punishment."

   I know exactly what she is talking about as I reach out and take the
belt from her hands.  I thought my embarrassing her should have been
enough, but clearly she thought she was going to get beat for this.

   I am still angry.  Her small delicate form looks so exposed like that. I
take her by the shoulder and lead her over the few steps to the desk.  She
leans over it until her back is horizontal with her hands pressed against
the desk flat.

   I move over to the side of her perfectly line up the striking distance.
Her butt sticks out from the way she is bent and her gown is pulled so that
the very edge of the curve of her rear is visible.  I reach over with my
free hand pull the material up further to reveal her bare bottom.  I look
over and see her tear streaked face looking down at the desk as she braces
herself.

   I draw my arm back and even though I can still feel the traces of the
adrenaline rush and the anger at her and myself, I don't really want to do
this.  I know I would feel better to get some of my anger out, but I won't
do this to her.  Hopefully it will be enough for her to believe that I'm
capable of it...

   "I want to believe that I shouldn't have to do this," I tell her as she
stays bent but looks at me.  "I know you can behave.  You have since you've
been here and now this," I say still with the belt in hand.  I don't want
her to think that her Father's way is the only way to do things.  "Do you
need the belt to know how to act?"

   She shake her head, "No, sir." She is still crying, but I don't know if
it's the fear of the belt or of how I embarrassed her in front of her guy.

   "Get up and go get dressed like I told you," I say.  She gets up and her
gown falls back into position.  "Your mother is going to be home soon.  Get
yourself straight before she gets here so she doesn't suspect anything."

   I can see the realization hit her that I wasn't going to tell my wife
about the incident.  It was like a ray of hope in her eyes.

   "And if I ever catch another boy in here, I might take the belt to both
of you," I warn sternly.  I hand the belt to her.  "Put this back where you
found it."

   She takes it and heads down the hall.  She doesn't look happy, but I see
her move quickly to comply.

   That evening, my wife and son get home.  Rebecca stays in her room part
of the evening and when she comes out she is quiet and doesn't say a word
about the incident.  My wife asks her if she's feeling okay, but she just
says she just a little tired and excuses herself to her room.  She chances
a glance at me and still sees the anger in my eyes.  Needless to say, that
evening we don't spend any time together.

   CHAPTER 6

   After the day of the incident, I do my best to let it go.  The next
morning, I make sure to give her a hug like normal.  I tell her good
morning and talk to her like I do every morning.  I know that staying mad
at her isn't healthy for her.  Also it would make the secret of me losing
my temper harder to conceal.

   I kept it a secret for two reasons.  My wife and Rebecca were on rocky
terms at best for the moment.  This would give my wife another reason to
get mad at her.  The second was I didn't want to have to explain how I had
lost my temper, almost pummeled a teenage boy and had to talk myself out of
taking a belt to our girl at the last second.  None of those ideas were
desirable.

   Two days later, my days off are upon me once again.  As usual, I am on
the couch watching a movie at about one in the morning when I hear someone
creeping in the hall.  I know who it is without looking.  My son and my
wife don't sneak anywhere.  You can hear them get up throughout the house.

   "Daddy?" Rebecca says carefully.  We hadn't spoken alone or of the
incident at all.  She pokes just her head into the room.  "Can I stay up
with you?"

   I know that this is also a test to see if I'm still mad at her.  She had
been being nice to me even though for a day I didn't really return the
affection like normal.  "Come on," I say as I give her a warm smile.  I
can't stay mad at her.  I pull the then blanket off me and sit up.  She
lies down and puts her head on my leg.  I spread the blanket over her. 
She's wearing her silk like shorts and a t-shirt.

   She gets comfortable and watches the movie for a minute in silence. 
"I'm sorry," she says simply.

   "We'll be okay," I tell her as I pet her hair.  There wasn't much else
to say.  She wanted to know that I cared about her even though she had
messed up.  I won't let her get away with stuff like that, but I didn't
want her thinking that I didn't love her.  "I love you, Rebecca, even
though I was mad.  I still love you." I could feel her glow as she snuggles
against me.  She rubs her soft face against my loose shorts.  I stroke her
hair slowly and realize something has gone very wrong.

   Her hand reaches up through the leg hole of my shorts and finds my dick.
I immediately grab her wrist, but not before she has her hand around my
semi-erect cock.

   I pull her hand down and she pulls my dick down with it.  As I free her
hand from my shorts, the head of my dick is sticking out of the leg hole.
Before I can say anything she turns her head and has her lips wrapped
around the head of my dick.  I am shocked by the level of intense pleasure.
My dick instantly goes ridged.  My wife doesn't give oral, and I couldn't
tell you the last time I had sex.

   Rebecca sucks the head for several seconds and goes down further to take
more of it into her mouth.  I had let go of her wrist out of shock and
still had to try to form words.  She didn't wait for me to come to my
senses.

   "Pull down your shorts for me," she whispers stopping the wonderful blow
job that she was performing on me to stroke it with her hand for a moment.

   She puts her mouth back down on the head that is sticking out when I
don't move.  "I don't think you should be doing this," I say
unconvincingly. The feeling is so good and it's been so long since I've
felt this level of pleasure that I can't bring myself to stop her.

   She doesn't wait for me.  She lifts up just barely and starts tugging on
my shorts to try to pull them down.  "Please let me do this for you.  I
really want to," she says innocently.

   I lift up my hips and help her pull my shorts down revealing my rock
hard erection.  I don't even have the will to fight back at this point.

   Her hand pulls it down as she lays her head on my stomach in the
position that my penis is right at her mouth.  Now that she has more room
and no restriction, she begins bobbing her head up and down on it slowly.
With her hand she starts massaging my testicles.  This is all too much for
me.  I recline further and she responds by going down further on me.  "Oh,"
I say as I feel my dick starting to swell to the breaking point.  "You have
to stop," I tell her.  "It's too much.  You're going to make me cum."

   "That's what I want," she says and puts it back in her mouth.  She takes
my hand and places it on her breast and then goes back to work on my
member.

   It is incredible to have her going up and down on me.  She stops with
her lips on the head of it and begins to suck hard.  I squeeze her tit and
quickly find her hard nipple under the thin fabric.  I pull and tease it.
My brain that was screaming for this to stop had long since been over ruled
by my body that had done without sex for too long.

   I am close to climax when she stops and pushes herself up.  My throbbing
dick is just standing there begging for more.

   She looks at me and smiles.  "Stay right here," she says and quickly
darts from the room with the silence and agility of a cat.  In what seems
like moments, she's walking back in the room.  She's changed into one of
her night gowns.  She walks over to me and produces a condom package and
starts tearing it open.

   "Where'd you get that?" I ask actually curious why my fifteen year old
daughter who isn't supposed to be sexually active has one of these.  I
haven't had them around in years because I never needed them.

   "School gives them out," she says expertly rolling it on my shaft.  She
puts it on way too well and easy to be a novice at this.  I mentally make a
note to ask her about it sometime.  She smiles getting up and straddles my
legs.

   "Rebecca," I say as she positions herself over my hard dick.  I open my
mouth to protest, but nothing comes out.

   "Please let do this," she says seeing my internal conflict.  "It's been
so long and I need it," she pleads.

   I close my eyes and the last of my resistance crumbles.

   She pulls up her gown revealing her smooth and small opening.  I reach
up and run my finger up and down the length of her slit to help with
lubrication.  I push up and into her entrance.  She's very wet and I know
that'll help in what she's about to try.

   She lowers herself slowly and reaches below her with her hand to pull my
dick and aim it for her.  As she gets lower, the sight is amazing.  My
teenage princess putting the swollen head of my dick at her vaginal
entrance is breath taking.  She gets the head inside and I can see her stop
and take a breath.

   As much as this feels amazing, I would let her stop.  Part of me hopes
that it's too big for her and she does stop so that she doesn't hurt
herself.  I just can't bring myself to stop her.  I let her go at her own
pace.

   She presses her lips together and starts lowering herself.  I can see
the tension in her legs and I hear a groan come from her throat.  She
impales herself very slowly until she gets to where there's only an inch of
my shaft left visible.  Then she begins slowing riding my dick up and down.

   I have never felts such a feeling before.  It feels like a fiery vise
has gripped my dick.  I've never felt any woman so tight.  When she starts
riding up and down, it is lubricated, but I can feel her muscles contract
and spasm from the intruder.

   She's still adjusting to the size and when she goes all the way down I
can feel pressure on the tip.  It has to be pushing on her cervix.  I'm not
overly big, but she's still petite in size.  I was surprised that she could
put it in herself at all.  Her body is mixed with sensations.  I can see
the discomfort on her face, but she's pressing through it and still riding
my dick up and down.  She starts to picking up the pace a little, too.

   "Your father wasn't like this, was he?" I ask watching her try to get
comfortable.

   "No," she says dipping up and down.  "He wasn't this big.  I didn't know
they were like this until I touched yours.  I just wanted to try it." She
starts riding me harder and I can feel her loosening up.  Her wetness runs
down my dick and I can feel the warmth on my leg.

   I still have yet to do much to help her out.  I gently rock my hips to
meet her, but I'm careful.  Every few strokes she's take it too far in and
I'll feel the bump inside of her and see her jerk herself upward.

   After twenty minutes, I am near climax.  I reach down and grab her ass
and begin squeezing her small butt cheeks.  "I'm going to cum, Baby," I
tell her and I put my other hand on the front of her slit.  I quickly find
her clit and start working it furiously.  "I want you to cum, too.  Let me
feel you cum on my dick," I tell her as I have mere moments left.

   "Yes, Daddy," she says and begins working herself harder up and down my
dick.

   I know her clitoris was sensitive from last time, but she had to be
close, because within seconds I could feel her muscles wrapping and
squeezing tightly on my dick.  I hear her stifle a moan and she presses
herself hard down on me.  This was all I could take as my dick let loose
what felt like a gallon of cum inside of her.

   She smiles feeling my dick dance within her.  "Thank you, Daddy," she
says out of breath as she's still going up and down on me.  "Thank you for
letting me have you," she manages to get out as she slows down her pace.

   I feel my dick shrinking as I rub my hands up and down the inside of her
white slim legs.  I see the satisfaction on her face as she relaxes.  My
dick isn't out of her, but it's deflated enough that she is able to sit her
weight down on it without hurting herself now.  Her muscles still massage
me inside of her, but I can tell that it's the after effects of the orgasm.


   She came hard, as well.  It seems to have taken a lot out of her and she
lays over on me.  She relaxes with my member still within her.  She lies
down on my chest.  She feels so light and small against me.  I put my arms
around her.  I can feel the heat of her skin and the beating of her heart
as she puts her head on my chest.  "Thank you," she repeats.

   Now that the hormones clouding my judgment are starting to clear, I
can't believe what I've done.  Correction, what I let her do.  I run my
fingers through her long blonde silky hair.

   "Are you happy with me?" she whispers.

   It hits me: that this is what it was all about.  She needs me to be
happy with her.  More of it makes sense in my brain now that the lust for
her has passed.  She needs to feel that I love her.  With all that happened
this week, she must have thought I didn't love her.

   "Yes," I say brushing a stray hair off her cheek.  "I am happy with you
and I do love you," I tell her hoping that this puts her insecurities to
rest.

   She holds me tight.  "And now I'm yours," she says content as she rests
on me.

   My mind is running a hundred miles an hour knowing that I've taken one
more step in the wrong direction with her.

   CHAPTER 7

   The next week is very good in our household from what I can tell. 
Rebecca still hasn't told a soul about our late night bonding.  I have
realized that as long as I give her affection and attention that she seems
to be fine and happy.  She doesn't act out and I even think that she's
getting along better with my wife.

   The next weekend, she does get up late one night and join me while I'm
watching a movie.  This time she doesn't ask.  She comes in quietly and
joins me on the couch.  I see her coming but I don't say anything.  The
guilt of last week's seduction is still fresh in my mind.  I sit up and she
lies down putting her head in my lap.

   She doesn't say anything.  I drape my arm across her stomach, but I'm
careful to stay clear of her breasts.  Her hand goes up toward my member
and I stop her this time.  I was watching to see if she would try that
again.

   "What?" she asks like there is nothing wrong with her touching me.

   "No," I simply say.  "Not tonight," I tell her looking at her.  We spend
a lot of time together through the evenings, but almost none of it is
completely private so we hadn't spoken last week's incident.

   She looks at me innocently.  "Is there something wrong or something I
did?"

   I soften my expression and stroke her hair.  "No, it's not you.  I just
don't want to do it tonight, okay?" I tell her.  Letting her think it were
something wrong with her could be problems.  It is just easier to let her
think that it's me so she isn't paranoid thinking that I'm unhappy with
her. In all reality I was unhappy with myself for letting it go so far last
week.  I just couldn't let it show to her, or anyone else for that matter.
"You don't have to do that for me.  I love you no matter what," I say
trying to reassure her.

   "Yes, but I'm your daughter now and that's what I'm supposed to do.  I'm
your girl," she says like that explains all of her behavior.  "Besides,
I've never came like that before," she says smiling.  "It was wonderful."
She gets a glazed look in her eyes as she remembers just seven days before.

   I smile back at her.  "We have to be more careful, though.  We can only
do that kind of thing if there isn't anyone in the house.  We take a big
chance if we do it when they're here," I tell her.  "No more sex while
they're in the house, okay?"

   "Yes, Daddy," she says taking the instruction.  "Can we do other stuff?"
she asks and takes my hand and places it down the front of her night shirt
on her breast.

   "I guess, but not tonight," I tell her removing my hand from the inside
of her shirt.  Even if she wants it, I'm in no mood tonight.  The guilt is
still too fresh.  "I want you to head to bed," I tell her.

   "Okay if you're sure," she says getting up.

   "Yes," I tell her.

   She leans over and gives me a hug and then kisses my cheek.  "Good
night, Daddy," she says and then walks back down the hall.

   I still feel horrible for letting her go so far last week.  Another
thing that weighs on my mind is how she said she was mine now.  Apparently
now it has a different meaning that it did before when she would say it. 
Sex had changed something for her.  The only idea that I could piece
together is now that she believed she belonged to me.  I guess her father
must have drilled that into her, too.

   Most of the next week is uneventful.  I talk with my wife and she tells
me that for the most part, they are getting along.  Because of the age gap,
my son and daughter don't interact very much.  They are mostly absorbed
with their own lives.

   Rebecca still helps me dishes each evening and we do spend time together
like normal.  She doesn't make any attempt to do more, but she's still
affectionate.  I did see a sign that something was not right when I was
kissing my wife one morning.  Rebecca walked in and I saw a look of distain
and she walked back out of the room before my wife saw her.  I saw her face
and knew that this was probably going to mean trouble.  I thought about
asking Rebecca about it, but decided not to.  I hoped it would just go
away.

   Three days later, I wake to yelling in the kitchen.  "I knew it was too
good to last," I say to myself as I make my way to see what the issue is
now.  I walk in and see my wife and Rebecca arguing.

   "Give me your phone," my wife says heatedly.  "You're grounded until you
can learn to mind."

   "You can't do that.  I need my phone," Rebecca says still holding the
phone in her hand.  "You're not my mother and can't tell me what to do!"

   My wife reaches over and snatches the phone out of her hand.

   "No!" Rebecca yells and brings her flat hand up and around to strike my
wife.

   Rebecca was facing away from me and so wrapped up in her argument that
she didn't even hear me approach behind her.  She had no idea and was
shocked when I grabbed her wrist as it came around toward my wife.

   I was already irritated at being woken up in the middle of my sleep by
another argument between the two women in the house.  I will absolutely not
stand for a child to raise their hand to their parents, though.  That is
one of the few things that will make me mad.

   My wife had seen me enter the room, but I think she was shocked to see
Rebecca try to slap her.

   I spun Rebecca around and I could see the color drain from her face to
be looking up at me.  It was one of those deer in the headlight moments as
she registered that I had seen everything.

   "Go to your room!" I order as she cowers with her bottom lip trembling
at the realization of me being angry at her.  "Wait for me there," I say as
she promptly leaves the room.

   After she leaves the room, my wife is almost in tears.  "We have to do
something about her.  She's not listening to me anymore," my wife pleads to
me.

   "I'll take care of this," tell her and hug her.

   My wife stays in the kitchen as I go down the hall to Rebecca's room.  I
open the door and see her sitting on the bed with her hands in her lap. 
She looks up and sees me.

   "Is that what you wear for punishment?  Get your gown on," I say and
leave her staring at me in disbelief as I close the door.

   I go to my room and get the belt from my sock drawer.  When I turn
around my wife is standing there.  She looks at the belt in my hand and
knows what's coming.

   She looks to be tearing up.  "Are you sure?" she asks.  She has never
really been the one who dealt out corporal punishment to our son.  She
would either find other punishments or send him to me for the spanking. 
She had done it, but rarely with him.  "Child services said we shouldn't
paddle her," she says sounding unconvinced of her own argument.

   "Yes, and they also said to call them if she acted out," I tell her. 
"You and I both know if we call them and tell them the way she's been
acting, they will take her back.  Are you ready to give her up?" I say
making my case.  "Besides, I will not have anyone in this house raising
their hand you or me.  I don't care who they are.  I will not stand for
it."

   My wife moves out of the doorway to let me pass.  "You're angry.  Don't
be too hard on her," she says knowing that I'm right.

   Well, I wasn't completely right, but something had to be done.  I was
frustrated with this girl and out of ideas.  If my wife had known what I
known about Rebecca then she would have never let me do it.  That was
another reason I decided that it was better that she never knew.

   I open Rebecca's door and see her standing in the white gown that she
had worn the first time she thought she was going to get beat.  She's
looking down and has her hands at her sides gently holding the material
covering her.  I close the door and make sure to lock it.  I don't intend
to hurt her, but I'm sure if my wife or son to walk in, there will be some
question of why she needed to dress this way.  Thinking back on it, I had
known it had been the anger talking and wanting to make her feel
vulnerable. There wasn't a real practical reason for me to make her change
clothes.

   I look around the room for a suitable spot.  I see her clothes hastily
thrown in a pile in the floor.  Her bra and underwear are on top of the
pile.  The dresser isn't wide enough to bend her over it and her other
furniture in the room consist of a book shelf, a taller dresser that has
her television on it and a hamper for her dirty clothes.  The desk in the
living room was perfect height and size for this, but parading her through
the house like this isn't exactly what I really want.  That only leaves her
bed.  It's a little shorter than I'd like.  It has a solid headboard and
foot board with round posts that come up on the ends.  That will have to
do.

   "Daddy, I'm really sorry," she says scared.

   I'm not falling for the scared little innocent girl routine this time.
The sight of her swinging at my wife had cost her all her innocents with me
for the moment.  "Bend over the bed," I tell her, stepping up to her.

   She slowly turns to the bed and bends over putting her hands down to
support her torso.  Her butt is sticking out, but only because of the way
she's bent.  She puts her head down and braces herself.

   This time, I have no hesitation.  I bring the belt around and the smack
rings clearly in the silence.

   "Ahh," she cries as she jumps forward from the impact.  It hit her in
the center across her ass.  I don't believe in hitting the legs and leaving
marks.

   The first was more of a test swing to see how much she could stand. 
Spanking is a balance of enough pain to get their attention without going
too far and hurting them excessively.  One of the goals is to break their
resolve.  My aim is usually to get past that point and stay there with the
strength of the hits.  A simple cry out is not enough.

   I swing a little harder on the second one and catch her in the same
spot.

   She cries out again and shuffles away attempting to get away from the
pain.  She moves herself around the bottom corner of the bed.

   I grab her upper arm to keep her from moving any farther.  I bring down
a third lash with the belt just a little harder.

   She instantly screams out and starts crying.  It is so loud that it
takes me by surprise.  She begins sobbing into the blanket on the bed and
tries to get out of my grip.

   I have had enough of this.  I already feel like this girl has played me
between the seduction and continuing to disobey.  Fake tears and crying are
not going to sway me.  I know that I didn't hit her hard enough to be
causing this much of a spectacle.  I hold her in position and bring another
solid hit with the belt on her rear.

   She screams as she jerks back and forth trying to get away.  She cries
relentlessly.  "Please Daddy.  Please stop," is all she can get out between
the sobs.  She's crying desperately.  If she is faking it, she'll make a
fortune in Hollywood as an actress.

   I bring the belt down for a fifth swat on her bottom and as it hits, I
see the reality of what is happening.  It happens in slow motion once my
brain registers it.  The belt hits her backside, and her body reflexively
jumps forward from the impact.  When she moved around the bed, she
accidently positioned the solid rounded top of the foot board in front of
her soft crotch.  Each time she jumps forward, she slams her sensitive
mound hard against the round unmoving oak.

   She howls from the impact to both sides.  It must feel like someone is
punching the front of her from the amount of force that she hit it with. 
She's crying uncontrollably and whispering for me to stop.

   My anger is still present, even after seeing the unintended punishment I
have dealt out.  "You don't ever, ever try to hit your mother or me.  Do
you understand?" I command her.

   "Yes," she says nodding furiously.  "Yes, sir," she continues to
pronounce.

   I brought a sixth and final stroke down on her soft ass that was already
bright red.  Her body has no choice as it registers the impact on her
bottom to try to move forward away from the pain.  It hits her mound
against the smooth wooden oval on the top of her bed post.

   She cries out as she collapses crying into her blanket.

   I let go of her arm.  "Stand up," I tell her.  I'm not sure how much
damage is done, but she manages to stand straight up in front of me.  I am
also testing out if she needs to be checked for real injuries.  If the pain
is too bad to be able to stand or walk, I am in real trouble.  I'm guessing
it is just impact trauma and might bruise at the worst.  There aren't any
edges or sharp pieces on the bedpost to stick into her or puncture
anything.

   She's still crying but manages to get it down to a low sob seeing me
standing there waiting for her attention.

   "You've been pushing for punishment.  Now you see that I'll do it.  Was
it good?" I ask with the belt still in hand.

   "No," she softly says with tears streaming down her face.  She works to
keep her hands are down at her sides.

   "Do you want to stay here and be my girl?" I ask giving her the choice
to accept life here or leave.

   "Yes," she says as the emotional impact of it registers.  Her face
twists in agony of the possibility that I may not want her.

   "Don't ever try to hit your mother or me again," I say sternly.  "When
you think you can act like our daughter again, come out, clean yourself up,
and apologize to your mother."

   "Yes sir," she says still frightened.

   She now knows that she can be sent away.  That might have more of an
impact than the harsh punishment, but either way I need her to stop this
rebelling against my wife or she won't be able to stay here.

   I leave the room and close the door.  I stay in the hall for a moment
outside her door.  I hear her completely break down crying.  I stand there
for three or four minutes listening as her cries of emotional and physical
pain get lower in volume.  My anger subsides and I have to resist the urge
to go back in and comfort her.  I don't want her in pain, but she must
change her behavior.  I hope that showing her that I can and will punish
her will be enough.

   I go back to my room and put the belt away.  I see my wife standing in
our room.  It's not far from Rebecca's room.  Her wails surely echoed
throughout the house.  My wife doesn't say anything to me but I see the
mixed expression of sadness and appreciation for what I just had to do.  I
take her and hold her in my arms as we hear Rebecca's crying taper off.

   CHAPTER 8

   For the rest of the week, Rebecca keeps a low profile when I'm around. I
can't say that I blame her.  I'm not a girl, but I imagine the punishment
to the sensitive front of her far outweighed any belt to her back side.

   My wife says that she came and apologized to her.  She begged my wife
not to send her away and promised that she would try to be a better
daughter.  My wife comforted Rebecca and told me that Rebecca had it in her
mind that I wanted to send her away as well.  She told me I needed to talk
to Rebecca and let her know that we weren't sending her away.  I told her I
would try.  Considering my wife didn't throw me out or call child services,
I'm sure Rebecca didn't tell her exactly what went on when I punished her.

   After two days of Rebecca being quiet around me, she came and helped me
with dishes on Thursday night.  We didn't talk or sing.  She just came and
silently started rinsing dishes next to me.  I knew it was her way of
trying to tell me that she wanted things to be like they were.  After
thirty minutes of silence and finishing the dishes I took her in a long hug
and held her tight.

   "I'm sorry," she whispered earnestly and I could see the emotion in her
eyes and she dearly needed me to accept her again.

   I kissed her forehead and told her that I loved her.  I didn't want her
to think that I was still mad at her.  And I wasn't still mad at her. 
Letting her believe that I didn't want her would just be mean.

   Friday I spent time with her and things got back to normal.  There is a
slight change in her that I start to notice.  Every once in a while, she
double checks to make sure that she isn't making me upset or doing anything
wrong.  I think that the punishment did a lot more than just make her think
twice about disobeying.  I might have really have messed up her perception
of me, but I'm hoping that time will show her that I still really care
about her.

   Friday night rolls around and almost like clockwork at about two in the
morning; she comes quietly down the hall.

   "Daddy?" she calls from the hallway.  "Is it still okay if I stay up
with you?"

   I knew this was coming and I would be lying if I could say that I wasn't
looking forward to it.  She was going to want to stay up and then it would
turn into something sexual.  After finding out what she's capable of, part
of me was craving release as well.

   "Yes," I say as I pull back the blanket on the sofa and feel my dick
already starting to harden.

   She walks in wearing her pink v-neck t-shirt and her satin purple shorts
on.  The shorts are loose, but they are very soft and thin so she likes to
wear them to bed.  She lies down with her head across my lap in her usual
position.

   I put the fleece blanket over her and let her get comfortable.  When she
stops moving and looks at the television I put my hand under the blanket
and reach down in between her leg.

   I hear her take a breath as my fingers start massaging her mound from
outside the thin material.  She spreads her legs slightly and I take that
as consent to keep going.  I begin feeling the entire pubic area until I
find the outline of her slit with my fingers.  I rub up and down the length
of it still on the outside of her shorts.  She spreads her legs wider.  I
can hear a soft moan as she raises her hips slightly.

   "I see you want something," I tease.  I don't know how much foreplay
this girl has ever experienced, but for me, I have a lot of fun with it.

   "Yes, Daddy," she says as she still faces the television like there is
nothing going on.

   "I still want you to be my girl," I tell her knowing what it means for
her to hear that.  I see her smile contently hearing those words.  "I think
you still want that, too," I say to her.

   She nods and looks up at me.  "Yes," she whispers.

   "Okay," I say and then I find the waistband of her shorts and slide my
hand inside it.  I feel her bare skin under my touch.  The girl isn't even
wearing underwear.  I smile amused.

   I place the palm of my hand on her mound.  I start stroking her clit
with my middle finger.  For a moment she isn't wet, but I slide my finger
down to her entrance and work my finger there for lubrication.  Then I
slide my finger back up the length of her and begin slow strokes up and
down her, crossing her clitoris each time.

   I look back at the television as if nothing is happening.  I can see her
watching me for a moment and then she looks back at the television and
relaxes.  I draw it out very slowly.  I can hear her breath matching the
rhythm of my strokes and I can feel her building to orgasm.  She presses my
hand gently against her but I keep up the same movements.

   After twenty minutes of stimulation, her breathing is almost panting.  I
speed up the strokes somewhat, but keep her from her orgasm.  I don't know
what is normal for a teenager, but she is extremely sensitive and I have to
deliberately slow down and run my finger down into her entrance to keep her
from achieving her climax.  When I feel inside of her, there isn't any
resistance and I find her g-spot easily.  Due to her small body, it is easy
to locate and tease.

   I don't know if she's been treated like this before.  I've done this a
few times to women to help them enjoy themselves and I know what to watch
for.

   I act like I'm watching the movie as one hand continues to keep her on
edge and the other lightly strokes her hair and face at random.  I try to
look as if nothing in the world is out of place as she strains to reach her
orgasm that I keep dangling just out of reach.

   She moans in frustration as she tries to press my hand into her for more
stimulation.  I have it set so it doesn't give her what she wants. 
"Please, Daddy.  I'm so close," she pleads looking up at me.

   I look down at her face, amused by how much she really is ruled by her
sex drive.  "I want something from you," I tell her finally getting the
point of the night.  I had thought it over for a week and it took almost
that long for me to convince myself to go through with this.  "You are
going to tell your mother that you want a doctor's appointment to be put on
birth control.  You don't tell her a thing about me.  If she asks, just
tell her that there's a boy at school that you like and you want to be
prepared." My finger finds her g-spot again and I start laying it on thick
there.

   She bucks her hips as she gets closer to her goal.  "Okay, yes.  I'll do
it," she whispers.  "Now can I have?" she begs looking at me with those
deep blue eyes.

   "Of course, Baby," I tell her and I rub her clitoris with my thumb and
inside her with tip of my finger.  I reach my other hand inside her shirt
to her soft breast.  I love the way her soft skin feels.  I find her erect
nipple easily and start teasing it and pulling it between my fingers. 
After fifteen seconds of the combination I hear her moan and she rocks her
hips, humping my hand.  I feel her whole body tense up.  Her legs straight
out and I can see her toes curl out of the bottom of the blanket.  Her eyes
are closed and her head jerks over against me and presses on my abdomen.

   "Yes," she says quietly.  "Thank you.  Thank you, Daddy," she whispers
between breaths with her eyes still closed.

   I slow down and dial down the stimulation slowly until I'm back to
stroking my soaked finger up and down the front of her again.  She relaxes
and starts to catch her breath.  I use my other hand to lightly rub her
soft face and run my fingers through her hair.

   She looks up at me affectionately.  I guess she's never really had a guy
take his time with her before.  I can see her appreciation in the smile on
her face.  I really do hope someday she's lucky enough to have a boyfriend
who can appreciate what a wonderful girl she is.

   "I love you," she says to me.

   "I love you, too, Rebecca," I say to her.  "Don't be trouble anymore.  I
want this Rebecca to stay here.  Not the one who gets into trouble, okay?"

   "Yes, Daddy," she says.

   Just then, there is the sound of the door opening in the hall.  I have
just enough time to slide my hand out of her shorts put it on top of the
small blanket as my wife walks out of the hall headed to the kitchen.

   She looks very sleepy and I don't think she registered Rebecca being
with me.  Rebecca starts to move, but I make a motion for her to stay.  My
wife comes back in the room with a glass of water.

   "I see you two made up," she says.  I can see that she doesn't approve
of me letting Rebecca stay up and watch television this late.

   "Yeah," I run my fingers through her hair again.  I can feel the fingers
on my other hand start to stick together from Rebecca's juices.  I didn't
have time to wipe them off well.  "She couldn't sleep so I thought it might
be nice to watch a movie," I explain casually.

   "I'm glad you're getting along, because my sister called me tonight and
she asked me for a favor," my wife says knowing that I don't like her
sister at all.  "She wants to know if Brian and I can stay the week with
her next week.  She's having surgery and wants me to stay at her place to
try to help her out.  Brian wants to go out there so he can play at the
skate park right beside her.  Do you think the two of you can get along
enough to stay here?"

   Rebecca looks up at me affectionately.

   "I think we can manage a week," I say and my mind floods with
possibilities.

   CHAPTER 9

   The next night my wife comes to me privately.  She tells me that Rebecca
has asked for birth control.  I guess she didn't waste any time.  My wife
is unsure of the idea, but I tell her that tons of teenagers are getting
pregnant in this day and age.  Even if there was a slight chance it would
happen, we didn't want that to happen to Rebecca.

   The next day she makes the appointment and takes her.  That evening, my
wife had me pick up the prescription at the pharmacy while I was out
running errands.  I know it was wrong to manipulate the situation like
this, but if there were to be any more sexual encounters, I didn't want to
have used condoms turn up at the house.

   Five days later, my wife and son were packing for a week long execution
to the city.  I never cared for city life, but my wife always loved it.  It
happened to fall on one few school breaks.  The faculty had meetings and
such all week so they let the kids out for a week.  This was good for my
son and meant that he wouldn't miss any school.  For my daughter, it meant
she would be home and unsupervised.  I asked work for the week off and they
were able to give me most of it off.  I would still have to work two of the
days, but that was better than nothing.  My wife had talked about taking
Rebecca with her when I couldn't get the entire week off, but Rebecca was
determined to stay at the house.  I didn't weigh in on one side or the
other.  Considering the relationship between Rebecca and my wife, I didn't
think she would be overjoyed to take the child up to the city to a small
apartment for a week.

   Before I knew it, I was waving goodbye my wife and son as they pulled
out of the driveway.  I felt Rebecca reach over and take hold of my other
hand.  I can imagine a similar scene like this could be in my future if the
truth ever gets out.

   "So what are we going to do?" she asks in her normal tone.

   "We'll I know how fond of my cooking you are so I'm thinking pizza
tonight and a movie tomorrow," I say as I walk away from her and sit down
at the computer.

   "That isn't what I meant," she says as she comes over and sits in my
lap.

   I know what she meant.  All week I have had a war with myself about
spending five days alone with her.  My mind had went from the extreme of
having a wanting teenage sex slave for the week to telling her that it was
over and we needed to stop all of it.  Unfortunately I had yet to reach a
solid conclusion about what I really was going to do.

   "You don't see any problems with this?" I say looking into her beautiful
dark blue eyes.

   "You told me that I couldn't have sex with any other guys.  You told me
that we couldn't do it here unless we were alone," she mocks looking around
the room.  "We're alone and I really want this," she says seductively. 
"Besides, I'm yours and that's what I'm supposed to do."

   My conscious is strong tonight.  "And if I don't want sex?" Having her
light weight in my lap and her arm around my shoulder is very tempting.  I
haven't had a girl this flirtatious since college.

   "Then I'll do whatever you want me to.  If I get enjoyment out of it,
good, and if I don't, then so be it," she says.  "I don't always have to
enjoy it."

   "Up," I tell her and she gets off my lap.  I go to the kitchen to get
something some water.  I have some alcohol for later in the week, but
depending on how things go, I might need it sooner.

   Her last statement sparks an idea.  I bring my glass back into the
living room.  Maybe I can make her see some semblance of reason.  "So what
if you don't enjoy it?" I sit on the recliner and as she starts to come
toward me I point to the sofa.

   She sits down and curls her smooth legs underneath her.  "Well, I will
be okay.  I'll still do what I'm supposed to."

   "What if it hurts?" I say thinking to our intercourse.  She wasn't very
deep inside and almost hurt herself during it.  "What if I push it all the
way in?"

   She knows exactly what I am talking about.  She looks down.  This isn't
the wonderful private sex session that she was hoping for when she planned
to be staying a week with me.  "I'll take it if that's what gives you
pleasure," she says uncomfortably.

   I see her arousal level drop at the mention of pain.  Maybe I can use
this.  "And what if I want to try anal with you?  Is that okay as well?"

   She shifts her position reflexively on her bottom.  I'm guessing that
the idea of it probably brings back phantom pains for her.  She looks back
up to me with pleading eyes.  "If that's what you want, I'll do it."

   "So I assume that you'll be open to other things," I say trying to think
of the most humiliating stuff I had read off the internet over the years. I
let her mind spin on that for a moment.

   I have been very careful not to mess with her values because I know that
she loves her father in some perverted way.  I want to tell her that sex
between a dad and daughter is wrong and that it doesn't show love.  For her
to accept that would mean that she would have to believe that her father
doesn't love her.  I'm not sure what that would do to her.

   But I can make the sexual favors less pleasant for her as to discourage
her.  "Have you been handcuffed before?"

   She looks uneasy and that only happens in girls with a bad experience
with it.  "Yes," she says softly.

   "Do you know that I love you?" I ask her and she looks back at me
warmly.

   "Yes," she says smiling.  "I love you, too.  That's why I want you give
you pleasure."

   "You don't have to do that for me.  I'll love you anyway, without the
sex," I tell her.

   She shakes her head.  "It doesn't work like that.  I want to show you
that I love you."

   "Okay.  So if you told me no, you believe that I wouldn't love you?" I
ask trying to figure out a way I can make this messed up girl to
understand.

   "Yeah," she says like it all makes perfect sense.

   "So if tell me no and I still love you just as much, then would you
believe me?" I say trying to twist the logic.

   She thinks about it for a moment.  She lets out a sigh as the logic sets
in.  "Yeah, but I know you aren't right.  And I won't do that so we don't
have to worry about it," she says dismissing the thought.  People
reflexively try not to think about stuff that threatens what they believe.
Maybe I can change her way of thinking and fix this.

   "Okay," I say coming to the conclusion.  "If you tell me no and I can
still tell you that I love you, then you will accept that I don't need
sexual favors from you to know that you love me.  You will not receive any
type of punishment for telling me no for sex.  Is that a fair deal?"

   She thinks it over for a few minute.  "Yes."

   "And if I'm right, no more sexual stuff between us after," I add.

   "Okay," she accepts after a pause to consider what that part means.

   I know I could order her to stop, but that wouldn't stop her from
trying. Also, she would be stuck with the idea that I didn't love her if I
didn't accept sexual favors from her.  I had figured out the definite
pattern between refusing and her acting out.  If I started straight
refusing her again, I had no idea how far she would go.  She is well
behaved and happy when she believes that I love her.  She only believes
that I love her when she does stuff for me.  And I feel like the worst
parent in the world whenever I accept.  It's a vicious circle.  This could
be my way out.  She has to tell me no on her own.

   CHAPTER 10

   I ordered the pizza and they said it would be thirty minutes.  That
could be enough time to start on my task.  I lie back in the recliner and
it's one of the types that recline completely.  I unzip my pants and pull
them down slightly.

   Rebecca's eyes light up seeing that I'm suddenly in the mood.  She comes
over to the chair next to me.

   "Use your mouth and make me cum," I tell her simply as I present my
penis for her.

   She leans down to it and greedily takes it in her mouth.  She uses her
hand at the base of it to slightly stroke it.

   My intent is to put her through unpleasant tasks until she finally says
no to me.  I hadn't planned to get much actual enjoyment from her, but she
was very good.  Her lips sliding up and down my member have it fully erect
within minutes of her starting.

   She takes her job very seriously.  I see the look of concentration on
her face and the suction in her cheeks as she goes up and down on me.  I
see her getting aroused just from the movements of her body.

   Also, with her being this good at a blow job, I can feel that I'm not
going to last that long.  I have to think of a way that she may not enjoy
this.  "Stop for a second," I tell her.

   She stops and stands to look at me with a lustful gaze in her eyes.  I
stand up in front of her with my dick still fully engorged.  "Down on your
knees," I tell her.

   She complies, but I can tell that it wasn't what she had hoped.  She
gets down on her knees and then resumes sucking my dick.  She starts
rolling my testicles with one hand while making small strokes on my dick
with the other as she sucks up and down on the head.

   I reach down with one hand and start stroking her hair.  "When I cum, I
want you to swallow all of it." I see her body shift with unease.

   She stops sucking my dick long enough to whisper, "Yes, Daddy." Then she
goes back to sucking it but I can feel that it has lost a little appeal for
her.

   I talk and try to draw it out a little.  "You can stop this.  I won't be
mad.  I won't punish you or be upset with you.  I will still love you."

   She feels so good on me.  I have to really try to not climax.  She still
works her mouth and tongue around my dick to try to give me pleasure.  I
haven't been with many women who would let me cum in their mouth and none
of them had particularly enjoyed it.  I can't imagine it's a satisfying
experience for Rebecca, either.

   "Please, you can choose to stop and I will still love you," I tell her.

   I sense a change in her.  She starts sucking harder and drawing me
deeper into her mouth until the head of my dick is pushing against the back
of her throat.  I tense up as my little girl has her warm lips wrapped
around my cock.  I have to force myself to take my hands off of her as I
start to cum.  I want her to have every possible moment to change her mind.

   I explode into her mouth and I can hear her make just a little bit of
noise as cum fills her small mouth.  She gulps and swallows furiously to
attempt to keep up.  A little bit leaks out of the corner of her mouth as
she continues to suck on my dick even after it done erupting.

   I stand there in amazement.  How can my daughter be so good at sucking
cock?  I don't know if any woman is born with that gift or if it is a skill
that has to be learned.  In any case, she gives the best blow job that I've
ever had.  I feel envious of her future boyfriends.  They won't be able to
resist her.

   She wipes the corner of her mouth and sucks her finger clean of the
leaked fluid.  She continues to kiss and suck around my dick until it is
clean.  She works on it until it is limp in her hand and then gives the end
of it a kiss.  She looks up at me for approval.

   I can't hide the smile on my face.  She knows very well how to take care
of me.

   She sees the satisfied smile and stands up.  She smiles proudly and hugs
me tight.  I can feel my dick brush against her clothing and it starts to
twitch.  "I love you, Daddy."

   I hug her affectionately for a minute.  The doorbell sound rings
interrupting us.  I pull my pants up and button them just as it rings
again. I pay the pizza guy and set the pizzas on the coffee table in the
living room.  We both grab a slice of pizza and turn the television on.

   Rebecca still has a satisfied smile on her face.  She's proud that she
could give me pleasure.  I smile, but my thoughts are the opposite.  I was
hoping that if she felt she had a choice during the sexual act, it would be
enough.  It had the opposite effect.  I dread what I might have to do to
her to break the mental mold in her mind.

   My fake smile falters for a moment as I think it through.  I am going to
have to break her.  She can't stay like this.  I have to make it so
unpleasant that she chooses not to do it.  I don't want to hurt her, but
this may be my only chance to change her.

   She smiles as she enjoys her cheese pizza and I can only feel sorry for
what might have to happen to her.

   CHAPTER 11

   That night she asks for sex.  I really wanted to say no to her, but if
I'm going to make this work right, I can't deny her, either.  Telling her
no is always an option, but if she feels that I don't love her when I tell
her no, then I can't possibly make her believe that I love her no matter
what.

   Our conversation in the kitchen had been short on the matter.  I told
her it was bedtime and she said that she wanted to be with me tonight. 
After a quick mental debate I had told her okay.  There wasn't much
planning or any discussion on how it was going to occur.  I checked all the
doors and turned off the main lights in the house.  She has already head
down the hall toward the bedrooms.  Mentally, part of me hopes that she
went to her room and decided against the idea.

   I enter my bedroom and see Rebecca already in my bed.  She's covered
with a sheet to her neck and shoulders.  I look down and her clothes are in
a pile at the foot of the bed.

   She feels my hesitation.  "What do you with mom?" she asks as I walk
over and sit on the bed.

   Before, I was on the fence about this idea.  I'm against the idea of
cheating.  I have rationalized everything so far with the idea of I'm
trying to be helping her.  None of our sexual activities have felt
particularly intimate like lovers.  There are a dozen pictures of my wife
and I around the room.  This feels different than everything else that
we've done.

   I try not to let my mood show on my face.  I'm half tempted to show her
exactly how I do my wife.  Being with the same woman for years gives the
gift of experience.  I know exactly the angle and how to get very deep for
my wife in a few positions.  My wife usually is cumming within minutes and
loves every minute of it.

   I am half tempted to let her have her wish.  She probably wouldn't be
able to walk comfortably for days after.  She wouldn't ask for sex again,
that would be for sure.  I look at her.  She just doesn't understand.  And
I don't really want to hurt her.  I corral my irritation.

   I do not really want to share my real sex life with Rebecca just yet. 
"We have done tons over the years.  How was earlier?" I say not wanting her
to be too eager for this.  I run my hand down her body on the outside of
the sheet.

   "It was okay.  I wanted to make you happy and it looks like I did," she
says with a seductive smile.

   "Good," I say like everything is okay.

   She slides the sheet down far enough to reveal one of her breasts.  She
takes my hand off the bed and puts it on her exposed skin.  She smiles as I
cup her breast and feel the weight of it in my hand.  I'm still dressed and
she starts to pull down my shorts when I stand up.

   I step away from her and go to my night stand before she can disrobe me.
"Actually, there is something that I thought we could do," I say as I reach
in the bottom drawer.

   She her lustful smile fades as she sees me pull out a pair of fuzzy
handcuffs.  She looks skeptically at them.

   "I like to do this from time to time," I say and walk back over to her
semi-nude form.  She still has her eyes on them.  "You don't mind, do you?"
I ask testing to see if she'll let her apprehension show.

   "No, I don't care," she says.  "Anything you want." She then holds out
her arms together in front of her, offering herself.

   "I didn't imagine you would," I say and I stroke her hair.  She looks
nervous.  I'm still uneasy about this, but I believe that it's the only way
to get her to understand.  I lean over her on the bed and fasten the cuffs
around wrists above her head to the headboard.

   After a few moments of adjusting them, I sit back to appreciate my handy
work.  She pulls to test them and she's secure.  She can move very little.
I now have a topless sexy teenager tied to my bed with her chest pushed out
just waiting for attention.  I wasn't really turned on before, but after
seeing her like this, I was beginning to be.

   The handcuffs were actually something that I bought years before for my
wife.  She never cared for them and after two uses, they had set discarded
in the night stand.  The idea behind bondage isn't really to make the other
person do something, but push the feeling of helplessness and let the other
person be in complete control.  Since I saw her reaction to it, maybe I can
make her uncomfortable enough to say no to me.  I would let her out in an
instant if she asks.

   "So you want to feel how mom gets it?" I taunt.

   She can hear the change in my tone but keeps her resolve.  "Yes," she
says defiantly.  She doesn't seem to be moved.

   I think she knew that she had crossed a line asking about that and I was
going to satisfy at least a little of her curiosity on that subject.  Also,
having her tied had mixed with my contempt at her thinking that she could
be on the same level as my wife.  My dick was hard inside my shorts and
couldn't wait any longer for this.  I remove the sheet from the rest of her
body and drink in the beautiful sight before me.  Looking back on it later,
I believe that she wasn't the real cause of my contempt.  It was at myself
for letting it get to this, but at the time I didn't realize that.

   I quickly take off my clothing.  Standing beside the bed, I let her gaze
at my dick standing at full length.  I know it must be intimidating to her
small features.  I reach down to her smooth mound and bald lips and begin
running my finger the length of her slit.  I feel that she's already wet
with anticipation.  I press a finger into her gently and see her react
immediately.  Whatever hesitation that the bondage created in her is gone
as I stimulate her.

   I spread her legs and get on the bed between them.  I look down at her
and she gazes at me seductively.

   "What are you waiting for?" she says moving her hips as close to me as
her bonds will allow.

   "I would really like you to tell me to stop," I tell her honestly.

   She grins at me.  "I'm not going to.  I want this," she tells me.  She
looks so innocent and I have a mix of feelings about what I'm about to do.

   I move forward and press my head against her entrance.  She spreads her
legs as wide as she can to adjust for my size.  It slides in smoothly.  I
ensured that she was well lubricated before I tried pushing into her.  I
slowly stroke it into and out of here shallowly.  I carefully push deeper
with each motion.  I feel her stretching around me and I have to resist the
temptation to enjoy myself and push into her completely.  She moans with
the feeling of fullness as I get a majority of my member inside her.  I can
feel it press against her cervix and I stop going deeper.  I begin to start
fucking her gently without bottoming her out.  She pulls on her bonds
carefully, but I can tell she's really enjoying it.  She moans as starts
moving her hips with my motion.  She's incredibly tight and I slow for her.


   Her first orgasm squeezes me tightly.  I hear her moan.  "Oh yes," she
says with her eyes closed.  "This is what I want," she says enjoying
herself.  "Please give me more." I can feel her muscles convulse as she
enjoys her first one.

   Unfortunately for her, that is exactly what I have in mind.  I continue
the small motions and she seems to get more comfortable with my size as her
orgasm continues.  I put my palms under the bend of each of her knees.  I
try to keep my motion constant.  I have no idea how she's going to react to
this.  I just hope she gives in before it hurts her.

   I start bringing her knees up toward me.  She resists and tries to keep
her legs wide.  I can feel this tightening her hold on my dick just by the
small change in position.  She moans as the pressure increases inside of
her.

   I move deep inside her and hold myself there.  I'm not pressing against
her, but she can definitely feel herself still stretching for me.  I start
bringing her knees a little closer together.

   She winces.  "Oh," she says pulling against her bonds.  She looks up at
me as I bring her knees closer, inches at a time.  After each few inches, I
pause to let for feel exactly what's happening.  She presses her lips
together and sees that I'm doing it on purpose.  At the moment, her pussy
has a vise-like grip on me and my dick is still solid with no hint of
softening.

   I carefully close her legs even further raising her legs up.  If I
continue this, I'll have her legs on my chest with her knees together.  I
have done this with some women before and it tightens them up to give more
friction.  With Rebecca, I'm sure she will cross the threshold to pain way
before then.

   She watches me as I push her further.  I can see that pleasure has left
her face and she knows that I'm testing her once again.

   "Ahh," she says as she arches her back to try to relieve the pressure.
Her own grip on my dick doesn't let her move.

   "You know what I want from you," I say holding her legs motionless.  Her
knees are still about sixteen inches apart, but the feeling inside her is
incredible.  "Please say it," I plead with her.  I want her to give in. 
She's in obvious discomfort having the vice-like action of her legs place
all the pressure on her small entrance.  Her pussy is so tight on me that I
know pulling out of her would probably hurt us both.  The pressure must be
high for her to already be starting to sweat.  Her back is arched and I can
tell she's fighting the urge to cry out from it.

   "I won't," she declares.  "I will take whatever you choose."

   I hold her there for a moment and look deep into her blue eyes.  She
looks in distress, but I can tell that she believes what she says.  She
would let me split her in two if that is what I wanted to do.  I give up. I
can't hurt her, not really.  She's only doing what she believes in.

   I relax and I let her knees spread slowly.  The pressure on my member
let's up majorly and she takes a deep breath.  I lean up being careful not
to push any further in her and release the cuffs on her hands with the
hidden quick release latch.  If she knew where it was, she could have
released them herself, but it helps when you are the only one who read the
instructions.

   She rubs her wrists for a moment and then puts her arms around my neck.
I'm leaning over her looking down.  My dick is still in her and still hard.
Even with my emotional change, it wasn't deterred.  She's so beautiful in
her own way.

   I roll off of her to the side of the bed.  She pauses for a moment and
then gets up and straddles me.  She lines herself up and presses my dick
back into her and starts fucking me immediately.  She looks down at me and
smiles lustfully.  I rub her sexy legs and watch her chest bounce in
ecstasy.

   She rides me like a pro for over a half hour.  She orgasms several times
before my dick finally spays my hot seed into her.  She is panting as she
collapses on my chest.  I didn't have any hesitation about filling her.  My
conflicted emotions kept me from being able to focus on just sex or she
would have finished me much faster.

   "Wow," she says still catching her breath.  "I didn't know guys could
last that long." She relaxes feeling my dick start to soften inside of her
and the gooey cum leaking out of her.  She pauses for a minute or two and I
softly hear her say, "Thank you, Daddy."

   Apparently what I put her through at the start of the ordeal was all
part of it for her.  In her mind, she must have just considered it part of
the foreplay before the sex.  She accepts it as part of the entire act and
was happy to do her part in it.

   "I love you, Rebecca," I say as I run my fingers through her long golden
hair.  I mean it this time.  Part of me is falling for this young woman.

   At that particular moment, I started wondering who was in more trouble:
her or me.

   CHAPTER 12

   I have the best night sleep in years.  I wake up at once when she gets
up to go to the bathroom.  I don't move or object when she crawls back into
the bed with me.  I had my arm stretched out and she curls against my side
resting her head on my arm.  I reflexively put my arm around her and stroke
her silky hair.

   Neither of us had bothered to get dressed afterward.  She had earned her
place in my bed that night.  I wasn't sure if I was going to let her
continue to sleep with me, but for now it is okay.

   I wake before she does.  She feels so cool lying against me.  She is so
peaceful that I hate to wake her up.  I carefully look over at the clock
and see that it's nine.  I wake her slowly and tell her that we have to get
our day started.

   I need to think of a different tactic to work against her.  I didn't
want to cause her physical pain.  And after last night, I don't believe
that it would deter her anyway.

   I get dressed for the day, shorts and a t-shirt because I am off work
for the day.  I go to the kitchen and start cooking breakfast.  She comes
in after a few minutes dressed in her night clothes.  I guess it was what
was in my bedroom and she didn't think of a good reason to dress for the
day, yet.

   She goes to the refrigerator and gets two cups of orange juice.  She
then comes over to me and gives me a big hug.  "Good morning, Daddy," she
says lovingly.  I feel her press her body against me affectionately.

   I put my arm around her for a moment.  "Good morning, Angel.  Can you
get me some plates?  I'm almost done." I tell her to get her to move.  It
is a good way to put some space between us.

   "Sure," she says and she goes to the cabinet.

   We eat our breakfast in relative silence.  She keeps looking up at me
with a smile that tells me that she's still thinking about last night.  I
keep racking my brain how I am going to accomplish my task.

   "You know that I haven't given up, don't you?" I ask her as she gets up
to put her empty plate in the sink.

   "I know," she says as she comes back over and sits in her chair.  "Why
is it so important for me to tell you no?" she asks.  "Why can't you just
let me show you how I feel?  I want to.  You aren't making me do anything."

   "Because that isn't how it's supposed to be," I tell her taking the last
bite off my plate.

   "Didn't you like last night?" she asks seductively.

   I take my plate to the sink to hide myself blushing.  "Yes," I tell her
honestly.

   "And that's all I want," she says getting up and coming over to me as I
turn around to face her.

   I know that it's useless to argue with her.  She's set in her way and
I'm going to have to make her understand through experience.

   "So what are your plans for today?" I ask her trying move things along.

   "I was wondering if I could invite Melody over to spend the night?" she
says, "if it's okay with you, that is."

   "I don't mind, but nothing happens while she's over," I insist as I
clean up the kitchen a little.

   She agrees to it and that afternoon Melody comes over.  Melody is one of
her best friends from school and has been over a few times.  She's stayed
the night only twice before, but mostly they stay up half the night talking
and watching movies in Rebecca's room, typical teenager stuff.

   Rebecca is true to her agreement and doesn't make any sexual advances. I
am grateful.  Melody seems to be a smart girl and I am sure that she would
pick up on anything that transpired.  I am left alone for the most part.  I
watch a few movies and mess around on the computer while they watch
television.  I make dinner and afterward, they go to her room.  I hear a
lot of giggling and chattering as they watch movies and such.

   I get tired early so I get a shower and tell them good night on my way
to bed.  When I peek in the door, they both have their pajamas on and are
watching a movie.

   I'm awoken in the middle of the night by a noise.  I'm not sure what it
was because it started me awake, but I'm sure that I heard something.  I
look over at the clock and see that it's almost one as I listen carefully
to see if I really heard something or I imagined it.

   After several seconds of silence, I decide to go with caution over
ignorance and check the house to make sure that everything is okay.  I get
up, still in my pajama shorts and T-shirt and quietly go from room to room.
The house is quiet and all the lights are off, save the hall light.  I
check the doors and windows and they are all secure.  I'm in the hall about
to go back into my room when I hear a noise from Rebecca's room.

   It's almost a moan...

   I know that I'll probably regret this, but I go down the hall to her
room to investigate.  With any luck, the sound is coming from one of the
late night movies that they were watching.  I silently crack the door and
peer into her room.

   Her reading lamp on her night stand is the only thing lighting the room,
but I can still see the scene clearly.  Melody is in the center of the bed
with her eyes closed clearly enjoying herself.  Rebecca is sitting on the
side of the bed away from the door wearing her pink satin night gown.

   Melody is naked from the waist down and wearing a small night shirt. 
Melody is a little older than Rebecca and a little chubby.  It's not very
apparent on her stomach so much, but her chest and legs reflect it.  She
has the vibrator that I bought for Rebecca most of the way inside her
spread legs and Rebecca is moving it in and out slowly.  Rebecca has a huge
smile on her face as she watches her friend climb higher in ecstasy.

   "You were right," Melody says keeping her eyes shut.

   "I told you it wouldn't hurt," she says as she keeps sliding the small
vibrating toy in and out of her friend carefully.

   "It feels so good.  Much better than anything that I've tried," she says
breathing deeply.

   I'm frozen in place.  My normal reaction would be to shut the door and
go back to bed like I hadn't seen anything, but I am hypnotized by the
sight of these two young women enjoying themselves.  My dick is standing
hard in my shorts and I have to adjust myself so that I don't hurt myself
after a few moments of watching through the slightly ajar door.

   Rebecca catches the slight movement and looks up.  She sees me spying on
them and after a stunned moment, a sly smile flashes across her face. 
Melody still has her eyes closed and doesn't notice.  "Now let's try a
little more," she tells Melody looking back down at her like nothing has
changed.  She turns the vibrator to a slightly higher speed and starts
using long and steady strokes.

   Melody clearly doesn't have her hymen anymore.  There doesn't look to be
any blood so I'm assuming her cherry wasn't burst tonight.  This fact
sparks many ideas in my mind.  I have never really looked at her or any of
Rebecca's friends sexually, but the idea that Melody has been sexually
active in her short teenage life turns me on as well.

   "Oh," Melody moans trying to keep her voice down as she arches her back.
One of her hands tightens on the sheet of the bed and the other grabs
Rebecca's pillow and puts it over her mouth to try to keep quiet.

   Rebecca reaches up and takes the pillow from her face.  "It's okay," she
grins.  The walls are thick and Daddy's a heavy sleeper.  He won't hear
you," she reassures her friend.  Rebecca keeps up the assault on her friend
and who seems to love every second of it.

   After a few minutes of silently masturbating her friend, Rebecca steals
a little up at me and gives me the sly smile again like she's getting away
with something.  She changes her attention back to Melody.  "Doesn't this
feel good?" she asks her friend who is rotating her hips to match my
daughter's strokes.

   "Oh, yes," Melody says between breaths.

   "Better than a guy?" she baits her friend to talk dirty.

   "Oh, God, yes," Melody says.  "Jason didn't feel near this good.  He
just put it in and was done in a few minutes."

   "Did you have an orgasm with him?" Rebecca asks clearly enjoying the
show that she and her unknowing friend were putting on for me.

   I didn't know if Rebecca was putting on this show completely for me or
if she really had sexual curiosity for about Melody's sex life.  In either
case, I was so turned on I pulled my dick out right there in the hallway
and started stroking it.

   "He finished too quick and I hurt too much to let him do much afterward.
I told him that I had one just to get him to be quiet about it," Melody
confessed.  She looks up at Rebecca.

   "So you've never had an orgasm from inside before?" Rebecca asks amused.

   Melody shakes her head slightly looking up into Rebecca's eyes.

   "So if I stop right now?" Rebecca teases not slowing down her strokes.

   "I will scream," Melody says smiling at Rebecca knowing that she's
playing with her.  "Don't stop," she pleads.

   "Pull up your shirt and close your eyes," Rebecca instructs.

   Melody hesitates for a moment but a slight change of angle on the
vibrator makes the decision for her.  She thrusts her hips up and lets out
a moan of pleasure.  She leans up a little and takes her shirt completely
off.

   The sight of Melody completely nude is something that I had never
dreamed of.  I had always thought of sexy women to be around twenty-five
with toned muscles and short hair, but between my daughter's petite
features and Melody's chubby developing body, I never knew what I was
missing!

   I had to stop stroking myself for fear that I was going to cum right
there and have to figure out how to explain the mess on her door.

   Rebecca let me watch the heaving breasts of her friend and the large
dark areolas swell for a minute or two.  "Now it's time for you to cum," my
daughter says as she leans down across her best friend and starts sucking
on her friend's tit.  She turns the vibrator to its highest setting presses
it deep into her and starts rotating it.

   "Ohhh!" Melody moans and continues as the pitch of her voice climbs
higher.  She wraps her arms Rebecca and pulls her into her instinctively.
"Oh, God!  Oh, God!  Oh, God!" she exclaims as she thrusts her hips. 
Rebecca holds the toy as to keep it hitting the same spot for few seconds
until Melody collapses onto the bed.

   She releases her hold on Rebecca and takes a few deep breaths as the
magnificent feeling washes over her.

   Rebecca slowly comes up and as she does, she flashes another proud smile
at me hoping for approval.  She's quick to not let Melody see her and
focuses her attention on her.

   "That was..." Melody tries to talk but is still out of breath.  "That
was wonderful."

   Rebecca turns down the vibrator and works it out of her friend.  "See, I
told you that orgasms were better that way," she says with a smile.

   Melody runs her fingers down Rebecca's bare arm.  "You are so good at
it. I thought that it would be weird if a girl would try to do that."

   "Did it feel weird to you?" Rebecca asks lying down on the bed beside
her still naked friend.

   "No," Melody says still positively glowing from the after effects of the
powerful orgasm.  "It was heaven." She pauses for a moment as she puts her
hand to Rebecca's face.  "Thank you," she says intimately.

   I softly shut the door and tiptoe to my room.  After I securely get the
door shut there, I get back into bed.  My hard-on was killing me.  I don't
know much about anatomy, but with as hard as it was, I was surprised that I
didn't pass out from lack of blood to the rest of my body!

   I thought I had pulled it off and Melody hadn't noticed me.  I know
Rebecca had, but it seemed to encourage her to have an audience and show
off her friend's charms.  At the moment, I wasn't complaining one bit. 
They had given me a memory that would excite me for years to come.

   I started stroking myself, unable to calm down on my own.  I figured I'd
take care of my member and then get a few more hours sleep when my door
opened.  I looked over to see Rebecca's form in the doorway.

   She walked over to the side of my bed.  "So did you like the show,
Daddy?" she says simply about what just happened.

   "I think you are very talented," I say sidestepping the question.  In
the dim light I see her smile proudly.  "I love you, Rebecca.  Does she
know that you're in here?" I ask wondering what Melody would think about
her coming in here.

   "No, I told her I was getting water," she says as she sits down on the
side of the bed.

   "Good.  Make sure you clean your toy very well with alcohol before you
use it again," I tell her trying to be the responsible one in the room.  "I
love you, Rebecca," I tell her as she looks at me affectionately.

   "I love you, too, Daddy," she responds and leans down to hug me.  In the
middle of our embrace, her hand drifts down to my hard cock and squeezes
it. "Can I take care of you, too?" she asks as she sits up.

   I pull her hand off my member.  "Not while your friend is here," I say.
I catch the double meaning of my answer after I say it.  I didn't say no,
but it just meant not now.  Thinking back, I realize that I was accepting
her more and more as a sexual partner.

   "Okay," she says satisfied.  "Good night," she says and leans forward
and kisses me on the lips quickly.

   It happened so fast that I didn't have time to react, but for several
minutes afterward, I savored the taste of her on my lips.  She gets up and
leaves the room closing the door after her.

   I was too shocked to finish up the business that I had started before
she came into the room.  My mind was spinning to what her kissing my lips
meant and confronted that at least part if not all of her pleasuring her
friend had been for my benefit.  She had wanted me to enjoy it and I
confessed to myself that I loved every moment of it.

   CHAPTER 13

   The next morning, I slept in.  There wasn't a good reason for me to be
up early.  I didn't have anything planned for the day and I figured with
her friend over, Rebecca would stay busy so I would find some project or
something to keep me occupied.  When I wake, the sun is shining through the
bedroom window.  The clock says after ten, but I'm still in no hurry to get
up.

   My bedroom door opens slowly and I see Rebecca peek in.  She smiles
seeing that I'm awake.  "Good morning, Daddy," she says as she walks in
with a plate of eggs and toast.

   Now I'm awake and sit up at the sight of others.  She still has on her
night clothes, and Melody follows her with a glass of orange juice.  I sit
up in bed.  I'm dressed so there isn't anything to hide.

   Rebecca comes over to my side of the bed and presents the breakfast to
me.  "We were up so we thought we would make you breakfast," she says as
she hands it to me smiling.

   "Actually, she made the food and I more or less talked, Mr.  Simmons,"
Melody admits as she smiles and hands me the glass.

   "Thank you very much ladies," I say gladly accepting the breakfast in
bed.  I think the last time I have had breakfast in bed was because I was
in a hospital years ago.  This is definitely a surprise.  "What's the
occasion?"

   "Well...." Rebecca says as she looks nervously at her friend and I can
tell this is part of a plan.  "We were wondering if you would take us to
the north mall so we can ice skate."

   I pick up the piece of toast and start chewing to hide any reaction.  I
love to tease my kids when I get the chance so I don't answer right away.

   "Please, Mr.  Simmons.  My mom said it was okay and even gave me money
to go shopping at the mall if you'd take us there," Melody pleads.

   I try to keep my eyes off of her because I can't seem to stop myself
from drifting below her neck to her full developed chest.  I don't want her
to think I'm some kind of pervert (which at this point I might have to
consider myself to be one).

   "Please, Daddy," Rebecca says in the innocent girl voice as she sits
down on the bed.  "I'll be good.  You won't have any trouble out of us,"
she says leaning over just enough for the V-neck of her shirt to show a
tiny bit of cleavage.

   I'm sure her friend didn't catch it because she is behind Rebecca, but
she knew exactly what she is doing.  I shake my head and smile.  "It's over
an hour drive there.  Does Melody's mom have anything planned for her
today?" I say still just teasing them.  I really have nothing planned for
the day and the mall is as good a place to spend it as any.  It's one of
those multi-level ones and I can definitely find stuff to keep me occupied
there.

   "Actually, Mr.  Simmons, I've already talked to my mom and she said that
if we get back late, I could just spend another night here if you don't
feel like driving me home," Melody offers.  "If that's okay with you, that
is?"

   I have to suppress my first reaction to this news.  Just the possibility
of a repeat of last night's performance is more than enough to make it
worth driving them to the mall.  "Well," I say taking another bite of
breakfast.  "You girls did make me breakfast.  I guess we can go to the
mall after lunch."

   Rebecca hugs me and Melody thanks me and they leave the room talking
about which outfits they are going to wear as they close the door.  I eat
my breakfast thinking of all the possibilities.  I know that it's a one in
a million chance of me getting the same experience as I saw last night.  I
didn't have anything planned anyway and it would be nice to get out of the
house.  I would have taken them anyway.



   They dress in typical teenage girl apparel and I don't even have to tell
them to change before we leave.  They are cute, but definitely teenagers.
They both have cell phones so after we get to the mall, Rebecca talks me
out of an advance on her next two allowances and they are off to find fun.
I keep myself occupied and run into them several times during the
afternoon. Mostly they find me because I won't give Rebecca the car keys
and she has to keep running purchases out to the car.  They both act as if
it's Christmas time.

   I don't know how strict Melody's parents are, but considering I have
tracking enabled on Rebecca's phone and she doesn't know it, I feel pretty
safe to let her roam a bit.  Melody looks and talks to me like I'm the
coolest Dad around because of how much freedom I'm giving Rebecca.

   At about six in the evening, we meet up and go to one of the nearby
restaurants.  It has good food, and it is one of the sit down places.  My
intention is to make our arrival home late enough to have the excuse for
Melody to stay the night again.

   I know God gave men a brain to make smart decisions with.  Usually, I
rely on mine for useful information, but this week I have just given the
controls over to the organ between my legs without any hesitation.

   We get home and I help them carry their bags of clothes and who knows
what else to Rebecca's room.  After showing me several outfits and shirts
that they had bought, I lose interest and leave the two girls to enjoy
themselves.

   I go to the living room and convince myself no matter how much I would
love a repeat performance of last night; there is really no possibility of
it.  Even if they did play with the vibrator or do other things with each
other, I was very lucky not to be noticed by Melody.  Rebecca did see me
and if our relationship was a normal one between father and daughter, I
would be in a lot of trouble right now.  So resigned to the fact that I was
getting no show tonight, and with Melody here there is no possibility of
sex, I try to push it out of my mind.

   I get into my night shorts and shirt, lock the doors, and turn the
lights out getting ready for bed.  I can still hear the girls going on in
Rebecca's room and I'm sure that'll go on for a while.  It's only ten so I
put on a movie and relax for a while in the living room.

   After about an hour, they come in, both dressed for bed, but apparently
they had stopped at the Victoria Secret store at the mall.

   I couldn't hide my reaction this time!  My jaw dropped when they walked
in the room.  Rebecca was in a white satin baby doll top that stopped only
inches below her panties.  It accentuated her chest and showed every sexy
curve of her torso leaving her creamy arms and shoulder bare save two small
straps to hold it up.  Her long hair was down over her shoulders and
matched her skin almost perfectly.

   Melody was wearing a deep purple top with lace trim.  Her chest was
bigger than Rebecca's but the silk top didn't cling to her.  It tightened
just below her tits and gave her stomach a flat look to it.  Hers top
covered her shoulders, but gave an excellent view of her chest.  I swear
that if the girl leaned over she would fall out of it!  She wore matching
short shorts along with it, the kind that got shorter on the sides to show
more of her thighs.  Her long dark wavy hair matched the lingerie
perfectly.

   "Daddy, can we have a snack?" Rebecca asks like there is nothing out of
the ordinary.

   I have to take a breath before I can reply.  "Yeah, sure..." I say.  I'm
surprised I could find words at this point.  I was stunned.  They walk into
the kitchen and I catch a glimpse of Melody's backside and the shorts are
the kind that hug her ass.  You can make out the curves and they only cover
her butt cheeks.

   Wow!  I think to myself.  I know two mothers who are going to kill me
when they find out what I let their daughters buy today, is all I can think
as I shake my head.

   I have the movie on and one of the small fleece blankets over me.  I'm
thankful for that because if not, Melody would have seen the tent that was
pitched in my shorts.  I can hear them whispering in the kitchen, but I
can't make out all of what is said.

   "I told you," one of them whispers

   "Did you see the way he looked at us?" the other says excitedly

   There is more whispering that I can't make out.

   I hear them in the refrigerator and a lot of things moving around.  I
finally see them emerge with chips, cheese dip, and cups of juice and start
heading to Rebecca's room.

   "Oh, so no," I tell them and they stop and turn to me with smiles on
their faces like they're trying to get away with something.  "No food in
the bedrooms.  Out here or in the kitchen only," I tell them.

   Melody looks a little disappointed, but Rebecca is fine with it. 
Rebecca sits by me and Melody grabs a spot in the floor so she can set her
bowl of dip on the coffee table.  They both have orange juice, which is
non-typical of them.  Most of the time, they go for the soda.  The most
annoying part is that they're drinking all my juice that was intended for
the alcohol that I have in the back part of the refrigerator.  I only have
a few nights left of time off and I'm going to have to pick a night to
enjoy it.

   We put on one of their teen vampire shows and they jabber like it isn't
even on.  Rebecca offers me some of her chips and dip and I have some.

   After about a half hour, I start to notice a few changes.  That they are
laughing at almost everything on the show.  I know they are teenage girls,
but this is getting to be a little much.  Melody, who at first seemed a
little shy about how much her top showed her off her charms, now seems very
comfortable and I even noticed her lean down when I was accidently looking
at her.  She looked up and when her eyes met mine, she smiled instead of
shying away.  I was so embarrassed about being caught accidently looking at
her that I didn't even notice that enjoyed the attention.

   I started getting thirsty after eating some of the chips, but didn't
have a drink yet.

   "Can I have a sip of your juice, Rebecca," I asked casually.

   Both girls jumped up and almost said simultaneously "I'll get you a
drink." They paused and looked at each other in panic, their playfulness
and friendliness gone.

   Rebecca saw the serious look on my face.  I looked from one girl to the
other standing in front of me.  "You two stay right here," I said as I get
up and they exchange glances as I walk to the kitchen.

   I open the refrigerator and dig to the back and see that my fifth of
vodka bottle is almost half empty.  It was full the night before so I know
they've each must have had enough in their glasses to get them drunk.

   I pour me a glass of soda and take it and the half empty bottle into the
living room where the girls are still standing silent.  Both of them look
scared, but I know that Rebecca is scared in a whole other way than Melody
could possibly be.  I set the half empty bottle on the coffee table in
front of them.

   "Please, Mr.  Simmons.  It was my idea," Melody pleads.  "I've never
tried alcohol and I convinced Rebecca to let me have some.  She didn't want
to do it."

   Rebecca just looks at the floor trained not to plead and beg when she
knows something bad is coming.

   I wasn't angry.  I don't like being deceived, but on my list of things
bad a teenager can do, experimenting with alcohol in the safety of their
own home doesn't even rank on my top ten.

   "Please don't tell my parents," Melody was still worried.  Rebecca was
resigned to accept any consequence for her action that I chose and kept her
head and eyes down.

   "First, don't do this again without asking," I tell them.  "Sneaking
alcohol can be dangerous if you don't understand how strong it is.  You
aren't in trouble, this time," I add.

   I went through it in my head and I just couldn't see the conversation to
Melody's parents going well.  `Hi, I'm bringing your child home drunk
because she got into the alcohol that I didn't keep locked up.  Oh by the
way I let them buy some highly inappropriate clothes and prance around my
house like a couple strippers while I watched.  Also, last night, they put
on a nice peep show for me, but that's all that happen and they had a nice
time.  Thanks for letting her stay the night!' Yeah, that was so not going
to happen.  I could only think of one way for it to go halfway smoothly.

   "Here's the deal.  You can drink, this time only, but you must stay in
here with it.  There is no taking it to your room.  And this is our
secret," I tell them both.  "You can't tell anyone or I'm sure that
Melody's parents won't be letting her come over again."

   Rebecca looks up hopeful.  She finally doesn't look scared anymore.

   "You two don't tell anyone or I will let your parents know exactly what
you bought while you were out today," I say touching the lace on Melody's
sleeve.

   I have no doubt that Rebecca will obey me just because.  Melody's
parents seem pretty strict so I imagine that she'll keep her mouth shut,
too.

   "Thank you, Mr.o Simmons," Melody says as she sits back down.

   Rebecca comes forward and hugs me tight putting her head on my chest.  I
can feel the warmth and see a slight tear of relief fall from one of her
eyes.  "Thank you, Daddy," she says sincerely.

   I hug her run my fingers through her hair.

   She looks up at me and smiles her million dollar smile of happiness.

   "You both owe me big time," I say teasing as I sit back on the couch and
grab for the bowl of chips again.

   Both of the girls settle into their spots again.  I glance at both of
their glasses and they are about three quarters empty.  Rebecca snuggles
close to me affectionately and I can see Melody eyeing the bottle that's
still sitting on the table.  We watch the television in silence for a
moment.

   "Mr.  Simmons," Melody sounds hesitant.  "Since we've already started,
can we have some more," she asks nervously.

   "I guess, but you have to stop when you start feeling tingles
through-out your body.  Too much past that, you'll be sick.  Okay?" I warn
her.

   She gets a mischievous grin as she gets up and heads for the kitchen.

   I look down at Rebecca lying against me and she smiles affectionately up
at me.  She's very warm and I can see that the alcohol is running through
her.  She bites her bottom lip as she slides her hand down under the
blanket.  She finds my dick and tries to massage it from outside my shorts.
I have no doubt of what the alcohol is doing to her at this moment.

   I just smile and let her play.  It feels good after not getting to
relieve myself last night, her hands feel wonderful.  Not to mention, that
I've been watching two girls that could be playboy models for the last half
hour.  Her arm is under the blanket so it should be hidden well enough. 
Her smile tells me that she has more than just feeling me up on her mind,
but for the moment, that will have to suffice for her.

   Melody walks back in with a glass half full of orange juice and fills
the rest of the glass with my alcohol.  She looks over to me for approval
before she takes a sip and I nod.

   "So, do you think Jenny and...." Melody starts talking to Rebecca about
the romance on the television show again.

   I recline a little and tune out their talking out as they start their
teenage gossip again.  They are back to happy chatter in a matter of
minutes like I'm not even there.  I stare at the screen as I enjoy my girl
slowly rubbing my cock unbeknownst to her friend barely four feet away.  I
steal a look or two at Melody when she laughs or giggles.  Her tits bounce
and sway, but I try not to be noticed.

   Rebecca is cheerful and talkative to her friend, but all the while, she
has her hand hidden.  When her friend goes to the bathroom, she moves her
hand under the waistband of my shorts and finds my hard member before
Melody comes back.

   Melody pours Rebecca another drink so that she doesn't have to get up.
They both sip on their drinks for another hour and the two of them are
really tipsy by then.  The whole time, I'm getting the slowest and most
drawn out hand job of my life and loving it.  Something about being almost
caught excites me.  Also, considering she couldn't move all the much
without attracting attention, it was like she was teasing my cock the
entire time.  Rebecca continues talking to her friend and moving casually
the entire time.

   For my part, I think about joining the girls for a drink, but
considering I have sex on the brain at the moment, I figure my judgment is
impaired enough.  I had already made at least one bad call tonight.  I
don't need anything else to go wrong.

   I was enjoying the massage and watching the television when after a very
short silence, Melody pulled me out of my lull.

   "Do you think I'm sexy, Mr.  Simmons?" she asked from out of nowhere.

   I looked over at her measuring my words carefully.  I notice that
Rebecca stops massaging waiting for my answer.  "As a guy, I think you are
a very attractive young woman," I tell her.  I know the effects of alcohol
on a person so I watch what I say to her.

   "No," she says pointedly as she pushes herself off her sitting position
on the floor and sits on arm of the couch opposite of Rebecca.  "I want to
know if you think I'm sexy," she says with one foot on the floor and the
other up on the sofa next to me.

   I can see the slight swelling of her vaginal lips against the tight
short.  It isn't enough to be a camel toe, but it is enough to see the
curves of her and that she clearly isn't wearing panties under it.  "Yes,"
I tell her smiling.  "You are very sexy, Melody." I know that's the answer
she wanted, but I'm not sure where she's going with it.  I feel Rebecca
squeeze my dick tight and start working it again.

   Melody sits there just looking at me smiling.

   I'm guessing this is the part where guys usually try to have their way
with her, but I'm so not that guy.

   "I'm not a virgin," she says as she runs her hand up her the inside of
her thigh and back down.  "I know what sex is." She reaches over with the
same hand and traces up my arm to my clavicle.

   I don't know what to say.  Rebecca's massaging intensifies, but stays
slow.  Apparently she is getting turned on by her friend's attempt to
seduce me.  I can feel Rebecca brush her chest up against my other arm.

   "I've been with a boy, but what I would really like is to feel a man,"
she says as she starts to get an awkward look about her.

   She is very sexy to behold, but I can still see the shyness and
inexperience in her.  The alcohol may have loosed her up, but she's still
clearly out of her comfort zone.

   I smile at her, amused at her attempt to sound older than she is.  I am
very turned on, but trying anything with Melody would be much more
dangerous than with Rebecca.  I have no idea how she'll react afterward and
I'd be taking the chance that she could tell anyone.  Not to mention the
statutory rape charges that comes with sleeping with a drunk sixteen year
old.

   "I saw you looking at me," she says reaching down and taking my hand. 
"I know you want me," she adds as she takes my hand and puts it on her D
sized tit.

   I had thought she was teasing, but this takes it to a whole new level.
My dick jumps in Rebecca's hand as my hand makes contact with the warm
satin.  I feel the weight of her tit in my hand as Melody leans over
slightly.

   She pulls down the blanket over my lap and Rebecca has just enough time
to get her hand out of my shorts before Melody sees her.  Unfortunately,
when she pulled her hand out, the head of my dick is sticking out of the
top of the waistband of my shorts.  She didn't have time to cover it up and
not be seen.

   "Wow," Melody says looking at my exposed head peeking out at her.  "May
I touch it?" she asks letting her inexperience show once again.

   My hormones had not completely clouded my judgment just yet.  Yes, I
would love to fuck this young woman until dawns early light, but there was
still one other important person in the room.  My primary concern had and
always should be Rebecca.  I looked over to her and I see a tentative look
on her face.  "Actually Melody, I don't think it should be up to me." I
look over to Melody and see her looking down at my lap hungrily.  I put my
arm around Rebecca and look back at her.  "You're Rebecca's guest here and
I'm her dad.  I think it should be up to her on how far you can go."

   Rebecca smiles lovingly at me.  I could see the happiness in her eyes.

   I thought it was important that she felt that she matters and that I
care about what she thinks.  Also, for her to feel that I wouldn't do
anything to hurt her was important to me.  Having sex with her best friend
could make things difficult between us and I didn't want that.

   Rebecca looks at her friend and at my exposed cock.  "You can touch it,"
she says with an excitement in her voice from being in control.

   I pull my shorts down to expose my entire package.  Melody wraps her
hand around it immediately and gets on her knees on the floor in front of
the sofa.  Her other hand rolls my balls around was she seems fixated on my
dick.

   She had no idea that Rebecca had been teasing me for the previous hour
and making me hard as a rock.  Rebecca watched with excitement as her
friend became hypnotized by my throbbing member.  I removed my hand from
Melody's chest when she moved from the couch, but on her knees in the floor
in front of me gave me the best view of her tits that I could possibly get.


   I was still against the idea of sex with Melody, but having her warm
hands on me felt great.  She didn't quite know how to give a hand job or I
would have came right there.

   Rebecca, in the meantime got on her knees on the couch facing me to
better see everything.  "Now, use your mouth on it," Rebecca instructed. 
Rebecca reached over and pulled my dick so that it was sticking straight
up.

   Melody leaned up against me and put her mouth over the swollen head of
my dick.  I could feel her heaving chest on my legs and her warm wet mouth
felt so good on my dick I really had to fight the urge to fill her up or
put one of these sexy girls to riding my dick.

   "Use your hand like this," Rebecca wraps Melody's hand around the base
of my cock and starts pumping it each time her mouth goes up and down on my
dick.

   I moan at the wonderful feeling.  I have to catch my breath.  I don't
know if it's Melody's mouth or the excellent cock sucking instruction by my
beautiful daughter.

   Rebecca sits back up on her knees and takes my hand.  She pulls down her
skimpy panties with one hand and guides my fingers into her wet slit with
the other.  I pump my fingers in and out of her until she starts rocking
her hips with my rhythm.  Melody seems happy with her task and continues
enthusiastically.  She moves her body up and down and I can see that she
has one of her hands down between her legs as well.  Her top has been
rubbing on my legs for several minutes and gets pulled it down enough that
her tits are completely out of it and rubbing on me.  I think she's rubbing
her nipples intentionally against my thighs with each movement.

   Rebecca moans finding her first orgasm as I rub the front wall inside of
her.  That spot drives her over the edge almost every time.  I can't help
but want to show my gratitude for the wonderful blow job that I'm getting
that she made possible.

   Rebecca leans over on me and whispers in my ear, "If you want, I'll have
her ride you," she offers.

   I look at to gauge her emotions.  She looks still to be waiting for
instructions.  I can read it in her face that she really doesn't want me to
do it, but will make it happen if I want Melody.  "Would you like to be the
one riding me?" I ask her as I feel her vaginal muscles contract around my
finger inside of her.

   She hesitates to answer.  I can only imagine that she's afraid that her
answer might not be the one that I want.  "Yes," she says pleadingly. 
"Please let me." She bits her bottom lip.  "I want it so bad," she says
trying to keep her voice low.

   I look down at Melody.  "Then put her here and you can," I tell her.

   "Get up," she tells Melody eagerly.

   Melody gets up with drool on the corner of her mouth.  Rebecca stands up
and reaches for Melody's shorts that have a big wet spot over the crotch.
She pulls them down in one move to her ankles.  Then she pulls her own
panties down and steps out of them.  "Get over on the couch like I was,"
she tells her friend.

   Melody is on full lust mode and probably would do anything she was told
at the moment.

   While Melody is getting on her knees next to me on the couch, Rebecca
straddles me and lines up my swollen cock with her entrance.  Melody
watches with awe as Rebecca makes more and more of it disappears up inside
her.  Rebecca lets out a moan as she is stretched once again completely
filled.

   I put my hand on the outside of Melody's pussy lips and start stroking
her.

   Rebecca pumps me and looks to be extremely enjoying herself.

   I rub my finger deep inside of Melody watching for her reactions.  I try
the front wall where the G-spot is normally found and I don't get much of a
reaction out of her.  She's not as tight as Rebecca and there seems to be
more room.  I run my finger in and out of her and try alternating rubbing
her clit with my thumb.  Melody is rocking her hips, but it's still not
near the powerful orgasm that I saw from her last night.  I try inserting
two fingers into her and she moans and tilts forward rubbing her chest on
me.

   There's the answer!  I rub her juices on a third finger for lubrication
barely manages to slide three fingers inside her.  She moans loud and
tights her muscles putting a death grip on my fingers.  "Oh, God Yes!" she
hollers.  "That is so it!" she says gripping my arm trying to pull my
fingers more into her.

   Rebecca speeds up her pace and I match it with my hand.  Soon both girls
are moaning to the same beat.  It was music to my ears to hear both of
their voices ring together.

   After about ten minutes, I couldn't take any more.  Rebecca and Melody
were moaning different phrases like "Oh God", "Oh Yes," and my favorites
that seem to be a mix of "Daddy don't stop", and the similar "Yes, Mr. 
Simmons".

   I was about to pop and with my dick being buried most of the way in my
wonderful little girl still in the baby doll top I didn't hesitate.

   "Do it Daddy, please," she said and she didn't have to ask me twice.  My
dick started to flex inside her filling her full of warm fluid and that
pushed her over the edge for another powerful orgasm.  With this being the
big finale, I didn't leave Melody out.  I pressed my fingers into her
deeply and started shaking my hand as if it were a living vibrator making
her come one last time as well.

   Both girls cried out in ecstasy as one impaled herself on my dick and
the other grind herself on my hand leaned over kissing my neck.

   I slowed my pace and slowly started removing my fingers from Melody one
at a time.  I was a little afraid that I might have been too rough with her
at the end because her pussy clamped down on me so tight I thought she
might break one of my fingers.

   Rebecca collapsed on my chest with my dick shrinking in size inside her.
All of us were breathing hard, but both of them seem quite satisfied. 
Melody rolled over with her back against me with her legs stretched out on
the couch.  I put my arm around her pulling and teasing her nipples from
her still exposed chest.  She enjoyed the attention.

   Rebecca just held me tight as I had my other around her.  She seemed so
happy and content just to lay there.  "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered.

   I kissed the top of her head and ran my fingers through her long hair.

   We stayed like that for a little while and started to doze off to sleep.
Finally, someone (I can't remember which of us) needed to use the rest room
and we all found a bed.  The girls went to Rebecca's room and I went to my
bed.  Rebecca started to come to my room, but I quietly redirected her to
her room.  Since her friend was there, I didn't want it to look as if her
sleeping with me was a common thing.  I would figure out in the morning
what I was going to tell Melody.

   CHAPTER 14

   In the morning, I awoke early.  At first, I peeked in on the girls and
they were sound asleep in Rebecca's bed.  I then went to the living room to
clean up our mess from the night before.  I checked their glasses, and
neither one of them had drank very much from the second helping of alcohol
that Melody had served.  That's at least some relief.  I didn't really want
to take Melody home hung over.  After cleaning up the mess, I took a glass
of water and some headache pills to each of the girls.  They took them
easily and then fell immediately back to sleep.

   I don't figure they'll be up for a few more hours.  I clean the house
and get a shower.  I am making breakfast an hour later when the slowly walk
to the kitchen.  They are both dressed normally, but have slow movements.

   "Does it feel like that every time?" Melody asks sitting down at the
table.

   "It could be worse.  You ladies had a decent amount of alcohol, but when
you get a little older your body will process it differently and you won't
have much of a hangover if you're lucky," I tell her putting the last two
eggs on the second plate with the toast.

   "Not that, I mean sex," she says as I bring the plates over and set them
in front of them.  "I am a little sore, but I've never came like that."

   Rebecca smiles at me.  "Thank you for breakfast, Daddy," she says and er
blue eyes still make me melt.

   "Thank you, Mr.  Simmons.  So is that what it's like all the time?"
Melody asks taking a bite of food.

   I sit down with them.  "If you're lucky," I tell her.  "Some guys know
what they're doing or some of them get lucky naturally.  You'll find all
kinds of them out there." I can't believe I'm seriously giving sex advice
to someone else's daughter.  I know her parents are strict, but she talks
like she doesn't know much about guys and sex in general.

   We talk a few minutes about guys and I warn her that she should only be
sexually active if she's completely comfortable with it.  I warn her about
the pressure guys will put on her and how they will twist words to get into
her pants.  During conversation, Rebecca eats quietly and just listens.

   "Rebecca had me swear not to tell anyone about what happened last
night," Melody says very seriously.  "I won't tell anyone," she assures me.

   I don't know how much of a comfort that really is, but it is the best I
could hope for, short of threatening her into silence.

   "Thank you, Melody," I say as she gets up and puts her plate in the
sink.

   She comes back over beside me and leans up against me.  "Sometime, could
I possibly stay the night again?" she asks nervously.

   I smile knowing the implications of what she really means.  "We'll see,"
I say as I get up and move away from her.

   I didn't know it at the time, but the first real orgasm she had was with
Rebecca two nights before and the one she had with me had been the best one
by far that she'd had in her life.  I didn't realize how much Melody had
tried to have orgasms and been disappointed.  I believe that is what really
made her keep our secret.  She wanted more.

   But there were no more for her that day.  Rebecca and Melody weren't
very active.  The slight hangover slowed them down a bit, but after noon,
they were back to typical teenager mode.  I gave them a little more time
and then took Melody home about three o'clock.  She gave me a hug,
intentionally rubbing against me before she left.

   After Rebecca and I returned home, there was a lot that I needed to her
about.  I asked her to tell me everything.  She told me that she didn't
tell Melody anything before that morning.  Even then, she only said that we
had a special relationship but didn't tell her anything of her father or
what we had done in the past.  She seemed certain that Melody wouldn't tell
anyone.

   I was nervous about someone else knowing the truth, but at this point
there wasn't much to do about it.  Rebecca was another issue.  She told me
that Melody has been her best friend since she moved here and that she
trusted her.  I told her that it was partly my fault, but under no
circumstance were we to involve anyone else.  She seemed to understand.

   I made dinner and Rebecca went to her room for a while.  She seems quiet
and I can tell something is on her mind.  She hasn't been her normal self
all day.  At first I thought it was the after effects of the alcohol, but
it should have worn off hours ago.

   After dinner, she goes to her room for a few minutes and then comes back
completely nude.  She walks over to me and sits down beside me on the sofa.

   "What are you doing?" I ask her.  I know that we have done some messed
up stuff so far, but I didn't know where we graduated to nudists.  I look
around to make sure that the blinds are down and closed.

   "What's wrong?  I thought you would like me like this," she says sitting
sideways toward me with her legs spread.  She's already moist and her lips
are swollen slightly.  She sees the look of concern on my face.  She takes
my hand and puts it up on her tit

   Her naked body is very attractive, but I'm not in the mood.  Also, she
has kind of caught me off guard so sex isn't the first thing that I thought
of.  I pull away from her.  I get the feeling that something is very wrong.
This is not her usually affectionate mood.  Before, her innocence and warm
side had my attention.  She doesn't seem like that at the moment.  She
seems cold and aggressive.  I've never had her be like this during our
sexual encounters.

   "Do you still love me?" she asks sadly.

   I'm confused by her sudden change.

   She stares at me pleadingly.

   "Of course I still love you," I tell her and run my hand through her
long blonde hair.  I can tell there is something definitely wrong.  "I
don't think it's a good time for sex."

   "Then let me suck you for a while and make you hard," she says and
starts to lean down reaching for my pants.

   "How about we take it easy for a while," I tell her taking her hands in
mine.

   "You enjoyed it when Melody did it," Rebecca says coldly.  "Is she
better at sucking your cock?" she says vengefully.

   I shake my head trying to figure out what happened to my sweet Rebecca.
"Rebecca," I say trying to stay calm.  She apparently is angry and I'm not
sure how to respond.  I do know that I'm not into playing adolescent games
and if I would have known that last night was going to make this much of a
difference in her, then I wouldn't have done it at all.  "Melody is not my
girl," I say trying to get her back to basics.  "You are."

   "But you wanted to fuck her, right?" she asks coldly.

   I'm usually pretty patient, but she knows that I don't swear usually and
I never allow her or my son to swear.  Also, the challenging tone of her
voice has sent up a red flag in my brain that something is terribly wrong.
"First, watch your language," I order.  "Second, no.  I did not want her.
If I would have wanted her, then I would have said so last night."

   She stares at me coldly thinking about it.  "Fine.  I want sex," she
says as she reaches again for the button on my pants.

   "Not like this," I tell her and push her hands away.

   "Yes," she insists and keeps trying.

   I attempt to push her hands away again and in the struggle her right
hand comes up and slaps me hard on the face.

   Now I'm angry.  She registers what she just did, either willingly or by
reflex and her face is fills with fear.  Her bottom lip starts to quiver as
the color drains from her face.

   I didn't lose my temper, but I was very close to it.  About thirty
seconds pass in silence as we both register what just happened.  Several
options run through my mind and none of them pleasant for her.  I debate
about taking the belt to her again.  I could intentionally put her in the
same position as last time.  This would surely inflict punishment.

   I could I think of giving her what she asked for a fucking her hard. 
She has been careful because I bottom out in her and if I gave it to her
rough, it would most definitely have her screaming.

   My other thought is something that wasn't even in the realm of
possibility until this moment: to take her anally as her father punished
her.  She told me before that it was one of the worst punishments that he
had inflicted on her.

   For a moment, the plan came together in my mind.  I had the handcuffs in
my room.  I could have her hands behind her back bent over the desk in the
living room.  There is lubricant in the medicine cabinet, but it would
still be very painful for her.  I could make an impromptu gag or use tape
for her mouth so there wouldn't be too much screaming.  I could see myself
buried up to the hilt in her ass with her face, red with tears, straining
as I fucked her relentlessly.

   Then I was shocked because image of me that I envisioned was no longer a
man I recognized.  How could I possibly even consider doing this to my
little girl?

   My anger at her was gone in an instant and I had to resist the urge to
cry from shame.  "Go to your room.  Get dressed properly and stay there for
the rest of the night," I tell her.

   She still is afraid that I'm going to hurt her and moves quickly
stopping at the hall.  She turns around, "Daddy..."

   "Go!" I yell as I see her scared eyes one last time while she rushes
down the hall.

   I lock all the doors, turn the lights out, and go to my bedroom.  I cry
in shame for about an hour.  I hated her father.  He had taken her
childhood.  He twisted her values.  He had made her think she loves him no
matter how much he hurt her.  And he had hurt her in ways that no girl or
woman should ever be hurt.  And for a split second, I had almost become
him.

   In some ways, I might already be him.  I didn't stop Rebecca when I had
the chance.  Now, I had somehow even allowed her innocent friend to become
involved in things.  I wanted so much to help Rebecca see things
differently.  It all just got out of control so fast.

   Things have to change.  I'm not a big fan of jail or divorce, but I
can't continue to let things get out of hand or I won't be able to live
with myself.

   CHAPTER 15

   The next morning I wake after a horrible night sleep.  I knew that I had
a nightmare and that Rebecca was in it.  I couldn't make out anything more
than her cold eyes that stared at me the night before.

   I get up and start making breakfast.  This was the last full day that we
would be alone together.  My wife and son would be back tomorrow.  Surely
it would mean the end to my marriage, to say the least.  Most likely I
would be branded a sex offender because of her age and never be allowed
near my son or any children for the rest of my life.  I just know that I
need to get some kind of control over this.

   "Daddy, may I come in?" I hear a timid voice from the hallway.

   "Yes," I say calmly.

   She is wearing her regular night clothes, not any of the lingerie or
revealing stuff that she has been wearing as of late.  She walks up to me,
but still looks fearful.  "I am so sorry, Daddy.  I don't know why I even
did it.  I swear I will never raise a hand to you or Mom ever again."

   I shake my head sadly.  "I don't think that will do this time." I pause
for only a second.  "I think we need to try talking to someone about this,
maybe one of the counselors at family services or something."

   "No!" she says as her eyes go wide with panic.  "No you can't!  They'll
take me away!  They'll put you in jail!  I won't let them!  Not again," she
says beginning to cry.

   I kept my silence.  This was one of the hardest conclusions that I had
ever came to.  I realized that if I did it, my life would be essentially
over.  It was the only thing that I could see to do.

   "Please!  Please, Daddy!  Don't leave me!  I'll be good.  You can punish
me for last night.  I'll let you do whatever you want.  Spank me.  Beat me.
Fuck me.  Rape me.  Anything!  Just please don't leave me!" she exclaims as
she rushes forward and wraps her arms tight around me sobbing into my
shirt.

   I put my arms around her and hold her as she cries and sobs for several
minutes.  The answer that seemed so clear when I woke up this morning is
squashed by Rebecca's pleas.

   "Please Daddy," comes out of her as a whisper.  "Please don't."

   Tears run down my face as the war within me goes on.  I know that the
right thing should be to end this.  She's too precious to for me.  I hate
to hurt her like this.

   "They'll give me to someone else," she whispers still crying.  "They'll
hurt me again."

   Her last words send needles up and down my spine.  "What are you talking
about?" I ask peeling her off of me.

   She looks fearful now.  I don't know if I asked her more forcefully than
I meant to.

   "I," she stalls with tears in her eyes.  "Nothing, Daddy," she says
trying to hide something.

   "Tell me," I command her.  "Who hurt you?"

   I know that I was getting too comfortable with the fact that she had
been trained to obey direct commands from a father figure, but I care about
her.  If someone had hurt her, I need to know.

   "This wasn't the first place that I was put," she reveals to me.

   I can see that this is difficult for her to talk about.  I have her sit
down and let her to continue.

   "Their names were Jody and Ted.  Jody was nice, but not that smart.  She
needed help with most things.  I didn't like Ted at all.  He always kept
staring at me and it made me uncomfortable.  Their bathroom didn't have a
lock on the door and he would come in while I would shower and look in at
me.  He would try to open the door can catch me dressing.  For a while,
that was all he did.  After two months, he started touching me and
insisting that I hug him.  He said if I was to be their daughter that I
would have to show my appreciation for him."

   "I think Jody knew something was wrong, but he treated her like a slave.
He would make her clean or cook.  He would yell at her and complain that
she was never good enough.  After a while, he started announcing when he
was taking her to the bedroom for sex.  He would let me know each time he
did it, which seemed to be once a day at least.  He started asking if I
wanted to join them.  He said it would be good for me to learn about sex."

   "I knew that he wanted to do the things that my father did to me, but it
was different.  I loved my father.  I hated Ted and didn't want anything to
do with him.  Jody tried to be sweet to me and keep his attention from me.
Sometimes, I think she would do things wrong so he would yell at her and
not focus on me." Rebecca pauses looking sad as she remembers Jody.  "Then
one night, he came to my closet that they passed off as my bedroom.  He
started pawing at me and trying to get my clothes off." Tears roll down her
cheeks as she resists the urge to cry.  Her face has turned bright red, but
I let her continue.  "I was so scared.  I cried out, but he kept telling me
that I would like it.  He said I should be used to it by now."

   I get up and get some tissue for her.

   She takes a breath collecting getting control of herself.  "I knew what
he was going to do.  I knew it was just a matter of time before he tried to
have sex with me.  When he got my shirt up, I screamed.  Jody hit him with
a baseball bat from behind.  He was knocked out and she drove me back to
family services right then.  She reported him for trying to rape me and I
was told that he went to jail.  I was also told that Jody went to jail
because she knew what was going on."

   Rebecca looks up at me.  "I don't want to go back to people like that.
It was a nightmare.  For weeks I had to wonder every night about whether or
not he would try something.  Every time I went to the bathroom, I listened
for someone to be at the door.  You don't know how much I wished for a
family like yours.  I would give anything and everything for it."

   Her pleading eyes broke my heart.  "Please don't make me go back," she
says.  "I'll be whatever you want me to be.  Just let me stay," she says
taking my hand.  "I want to be with you.  I love you and I am your girl. 
Please don't take me back," she begs.

   "Rebecca," I say and pause as my defenses fall once again to her. 
"Okay." I rub her back and run my fingers through her hair to comfort her.
"We won't tell anyone and I'll stay."

   She hugs me tight.  "Thank you, Daddy," she says almost hoarsely from
crying.

   We talked and she was very clingy the entire day.  She almost never let
me out of her sight.  My guess was that she was still unsure if I would
change my mind.  She really got concerned when I went for the phone later
in the day.  I was only calling my wife to check up on her and make sure of
what time she would be home the next day, but with the way that Rebecca
hovered over me, I knew that she is still worried.

   I do admit that later that day when I had a chance to think it through,
I seriously reconsidered calling family services.  Each time that I got
close to that conclusion, I could only picture a repeat of her crying for
me all over again.

   We spent the day together.  Nothing sexual happened and she didn't ask
for any sexual favors.  She also didn't mention what happened the day
before, either.  I tried to comfort her and let her know that I wasn't
going anywhere.  Everything went well until nightfall.  I let her stay up
with me.  She didn't want me to be out of her sight.

   "It's time for bed," I tell her as I shut off the television and do my
routine of checking all the doors and turning out the lights.

   "Daddy," she says timidly.  "Can I sleep with you?"

   I thought we were somewhat over this.  "I'm not sure that's the greatest
idea, Sweetheart," I say locking the front door and walking up the hall
with her.

   "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to," she says
pleadingly. "I just want to stay with you."

   I know she's still shaken from this morning and I don't want her scared.
"I guess," I tell her.  "Your mother won't be back until after lunch
anyway."

   She smiles and leads the way into my bedroom.  I stay in my pajamas and
she in her night gown.  We settle under the covers and she lies over on my
side.  I can feel her bare leg on mine and she presses against me as I have
my arm under her head as a pillow.

   I don't say much of anything.

   "Daddy?" she says just barely loud enough to be heard in the dark.

   "Yes, Baby?"

   "Will you do one more thing for me?" she says and I can almost hear
sadness in her voice.

   "What's that?" I ask, but I have a very good idea what is coming.

   "I need you to touch me," she pleads.  I feel a fresh tear drop on my
arm.  "All day you could have and didn't.  I kept waiting for you to do
something, but you acted like I'm not yours anymore.  Now I'm begging.  I
want to be your girl again," she says as I feel two more tears hit my arm.

   I didn't think of how it was from her perspective.  All day, I had just
been ashamed of where my mind had gone last night.  I had never told her
what I had considered for her punishment or why I had reacted that way. 
Considering from her perspective, she had struck me and I didn't even take
the effort to punish her.  How could she feel that she mattered to me if I
didn't even do that?

   "No," I say softly.

   She starts to cry openly into my shoulder.

   "I won't become your father," I say to her and myself.

   This stops her.  "What do you mean?" her crying subsides slightly
hearing this.  "You could never be him.  He hurt me and used me whenever he
felt like it.  You care about me.  You spend time with me.  You sing with
me.  You have made me feel better than anyone ever has.  I stayed with him
because I had to.  He would hurt me if I didn't." She pauses in the
darkness.  "I want to be with you.  I love you and I want to be your girl."

   I hold her tight and run my hand down her back.  "You are my little
girl," I tell her.  "Last night, when you lashed out at me," I pause
debating on how much I really want to tell her.  "I was going to punish
you. It was about to be very bad.  I very nearly did and I realized that
above all, I didn't want to hurt you." I can feel her watching me in the
dark.  I can barely see her silhouette listening intently to me.

   "But I deserved it," she says quietly.  "And you didn't hurt me.  That's
what makes you different than him."

   My heart swelled for this young woman.  I had thought all along that she
didn't understand what love was.  In that moment, I knew that she
understood and that I wasn't a stand in for her father for her.  I was
someone that she truly wanted to be with.

   I pull her close and kiss her passionately

   That night we made love and I knew in my heart that it was me that she
was with.  I gave her part of my heart as well.  She had several earth
shattering orgasms and she gave me a night that would live on in my dreams
for years to come.  It was very early in the morning before we actually got
sleep.  I had never allowed myself to fully enjoy her until that night.

   The next day, my wife and son returned home.  Rebecca and I shared a
special closeness for a long time after, but came to the conclusion that
the sexual relationship had to stop or we would be taking a very real
chance that we would be separated.  Knowing that we felt that way for each
other was enough to make both of us happy.

   Over the next several months, we stayed true to our agreement.  I had a
slight feeling that my wife suspected something was going on between
Rebecca and I, but only in the way she would catch us looking at each other
every once in a while.  After my wife started getting suspicious, I made
sure that Rebecca knew not to try anything or we would definitely be
separated.

   Rebecca was still my girl, but continued being a normal teenager.  She
got a boyfriend after a few months (not the one that I threw out). 
Apparently the rumor had got around her school about the incident. 
According to the rumor, I had put the boy in the hospital, pulled a gun on
him and fired just above his head almost hitting him.  Finally a brave (and
nice) boy asked her out.  I have to admit, he looked pretty scared when she
brought him home to meet me.

   She told me afterward that when she chose to do stuff with him, she
would ask my permission first and let me everything that happened.  He
ended up being very conservative and didn't move fast enough for her sexual
appetite.  I was okay with that, though.

     Author's Note: I do not condone or support child abuse in any
way or form.  This story is for adult entertainment purposes only.  All
characters in the story are fiction.  If you have any constructive feedback
I can be reached at m_19yr_old@hotmail.com.  Enjoy.