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 Story Codes - Mg 1st cons inc nosex ped pett preteen reluc

   (This story is part of an ongoing role play between me and a very
talented partner.  Only the daughter's point of view is my writing...)

   Thomas was a little more than disappointed about his wife going out of
town but he knew it couldn't be helped.  Nancy's mother was ill and She had
to go take care of her.  She was an only child and there wasn't anyone else
to do the duty.

   Thomas' work schedule had been so full lately.  It was just clearing up
now and he had thought that meant that he would have a little time to
relax. He and Nancy hadn't had that much time together lately and he was a
little sex starved.  He had really been looking forward to something more
that a quickie or a quick blow job which was about all that he had been
getting lately.

   On top of Nancy not being around to take care of him there were all the
things around the house he had to catch up on plus all of the stuff that
Nancy usually did herself.  His daughter would be around to help out but
she added her own set of complications to the matter.  She had to be taken
care of as well and he'd have to take her to and pick up from school.  He
just knew that this week was going to end up being even more stressful that
the past two months.

   Thomas worked for a fast expanding company and he was one of the boss's
'go to guys'.  His job came with a lot of perks and a lot of
responsibilities.  Lately though Thomas had really been feeling the
pressure.  He had always tired not to bring his work home with him but
lately it seemed like even if he left his work at the job he still brought
the stress home.  He knew that both his wife and daughter had picked up on
it.  He always tried to smile so that they wouldn't worry but he was
unhappy.  Thomas was starting to wonder if his position was really worth
it. At Thirty-five he wasn't as young any more and he certainly wasn't old
yet but things were definitely different now.

   Nancy had left that morning telling him not to worry, that he wouldn't
be alone and that he would be well taken care of.  He laughed at the
thought of their daughter being the one to take care of him but at the same
time he knew it was a little cruel to do so.  She wasn't the brightest girl
but she was most likely the sweetest that anyone had ever had the privilege
of raising.  She was well behaved and did her best to help out as much as
she could.  Sweet as she was though, there was no way she could replace
Nancy.

   Thomas complained about all the sex that he had been looking forward to
that Nancy had promised to give him once he was around to get it and she
reminded him that she was only going to be gone for a week.  "Besides," she
said, "you're the one that's been keeping me waiting for the last two
months."

   That hit Thomas hard.  He knew he hadn't been as present as he should
have been.  If he wasn't going to leave his job he'd at least have to
resolve himself to make his boss understand that the past two months
couldn't happen again.  No matter how well the company was doing he'd need
to put his family first.

   He apologized to Nancy and the two of them hugged lovingly.  They had
been married for fifteen years and she still exited him.  Thomas' cock
stirred at the contact with her body but there was no time for that.  Not
today.  Nancy had to get their daughter to school and then get on the road
heading out of state.  Thomas thanked her again for taking care of the trip
to school this last time before she left.  He was happy to not have to deal
with the Monday morning traffic both going to the school and to work.  Just
having to pick her up would be a good way to transition into the new
routine.

   Thomas and Nancy said their goodbyes and he headed towards the bathroom
to shower and get ready for the day.  He'd see his daughter latter when he
picked her up from school and that would be the beginning of their week
alone together.  This would be the first time with it just being the two of
them for more than a day.  Thomas supposed it was probably a good thing. 
Fathers and daughters needed their time together.  He probably should have
planned time for just the two of them a lot sooner than this.

   Thomas pulled off his robe and turned the shower on.  He shaved his face
clean as he did every morning.  His reflection was a fairly handsome one
staring back at him from the mirror as he ran the razor across his face. 
He'd always been considered a fairly good looking guy.  Not movie star
looks or anything, more of the handsome politician type, not that he would
ever go into politics.

   He had light brown hair, short to medium length, parted on the left
side, light blue eyes and lightly tanned skin.  Thomas wasn't all that
outdoorsy but he was at least in the sun a little.  He also kept himself in
fairly good shape, excising at the gym close to his work three times a
week. There would be none of that this week though as he'd need to leave as
soon as he got off for school pick up.

   As he finished up his face the mirror had also almost finished fogging
up.  He put his razor down quickly and picked up his beard trimmer.  It was
set to the lowest guard size, a sixteenth of an inch.  He trimmed at the
hair that was just in front of the top of his ears, not enough of it to be
considered sideburns but present still the same.

   He was done as the last patch of visible mirror became covered in fog.
Looking down at himself his cock hung flaccid and smaller that it's full
length of just over seven inches.  It was also just over two inches in it's
with giving him an erection he'd think any man could be proud of.  He
lifted his left leg up, placing his foot of the closed lid of the toilet.
Using the trimmer he started his lower body maintenance.

   Thomas didn't shave his pubic hair but he did use the trimmer on himself
every few days to keep it all very short and neat looking.  It had been
more than ten years since Thomas had started trimming his cock and balls.
He was so used to the feeling of it now he doubted he could ever let the
hair grow out again.  He figured it'd drive him crazy.

   Finished with his morning ritual Thomas showered and dressed for work.
He knew it would be a shorter work day but that wouldn't be the end of it.
He'd have a whole week to look out for himself, the house and his daughter.
He was already looking forward to seeing Nancy next Monday night.

   ...

   Andrea woke up yawning, stretching her whole body out beneath the thick
blanket that covered her bed.  For a few minutes she lay there, eyes still
closed, enjoying the quiet sounds of the morning.  She could hear birds
chirping outside her window, the distant, muted rumbling of traffic passing
her house by, the almost silent ticking of the clock that hung on the wall
over her desk.  She nearly drifted off once again, but her reverie was
suddenly cut short by the sound of her bedroom door being opened.

   Her mother's head poked inside the bedroom and the woman said, "Andrea,
dear, time to get up.  No lazing around in bed today, young lady.  You
don't want to make Mommy late.  She's got a long drive ahead of her after
we get you off to school." Andrea nodded her sleepy head and sat up, the
blanket falling down over her lap.  Her mother smiled as she saw Andrea
getting up, and returned to getting herself ready in the other room while
her daughter slid off her soft bed and onto the hard floor.

   She yawned again as she pulled her white nightshirt up over her head,
exposing her slender young body, though of course no one was around to
watch her.  If they had been watching as Andrea tossed the cotton garment
into the hamper across the room, they would have seen a lithe, knobby-kneed
ten year old with pale skin, big blue eyes and long brown hair that fell
carelessly across her round shoulders.

   Andrea didn't bother to close her door, too young and naive to feel
embarrassed at her own exposure, as she hooked her thumbs into the
waistband of her panties, tugging them down over her hips and letting them
fall down to her ankles.  She kicked them playfully in the direction of the
clothes hamper, and she clapped when they fell in.  She stood naked in
front of her chest of drawers for a moment as she tried to decide what to
wear to school today.  It was only a few months ago, when she turned ten,
that her mother had finally agreed she was big enough to pick out her own
clothes each day, and, as with everything her Mom and Daddy told her, she
took the trivial responsibility seriously.  As she stood in the middle of
the bedroom, the light from the rising sun fell through the window and
rested on her front, illuminating her nearly flat chest and pink little
nipples, as well as the hairless, plump pussy lips between her skinny
thighs.

   She finally decided on her new jeans and a light blue jumper, pulling
the drawers of her dresser open to retrieve the garments.  She also fetched
a clean pair of panties, light pink with the word "Monday" written in
purple letters across the bottom.  She hopped into the fresh underwear and
then pulled the tight jeans up over her knees and hips, buttoning them in
the front.  Andrea grabbed a thin white tank top to wear under her jumper
and threw it on next, then pulled herself into the light blue sweater,
gathering her brown hair up in her hands to pull it through, and let it
fall behind her neck.  Lastly she bent over to grab a rolled up pair of
white socks from the bottom drawer, the dark denim stretched taut across
her round bottom, then straightened up again and pulled the socks on one at
a time.

   Before she went out her bedroom door she fetched a pair of mocha colored
tennis shoes and carried them with her down the hallway.  She looked around
for her Daddy as she skipped into the kitchen, but she only found her Mom,
buttering toast and pushing it into her hands.  "Eat your breakfast fast,
kiddo.  We need to be out the door in ten minutes, ok?" Andrea nodded and
said a quick, "yes Mom" before scarfing down the toast with the small bowl
of steaming oat meal that was already waiting for her on the table.

   When she'd finished scarfing down her breakfast she bent over in her
chair and pulled her sneakers onto her small feet, tying them up securely,
then stood up and followed her mother out of the kitchen and into the front
room.  Grabbing the child's bright pink backpack off the hook by the door,
Andrea's mother led her out into the front yard and across the grass to
where her car was parked by the curb.  "Why are you driving all the way to
Grandma's house, Mom?", she asked with a curious tone as she buckled her
seat belt over her waist and leaned back in the seat.  Her mother turned
the ignition and pulled into the street, merging with the light traffic and
steering toward Andrea's school, which wasn't really that far away.  In a
simpler time, Nancy thought to herself, she would have let her daughter
walk to school on her own.  But these weren't simple times, what with all
the sickos the nightly news paraded across the t.v.  screen.

   Besides, Nancy said to herself, Andrea wasn't the keenest child.  She
would never tell her daughter that, of course, but she knew it was true. 
She didn't think the girl was dumb, of course.  Far from it.  But Andrea
was desperately naive about a lot of things.  She could just imagine the
poor girl falling for some pervert's trick during an unsupervised walk
home, being led into a strange vehicle and taken away.  Nancy shook her
head to disperse the thought.  It was just better that she or Thomas drove
her to and from school.

   Andrea leaned forward in her seat and repeated the question that her
mother seemed not to have heard.  "Mom, why are you driving to Grandma's
house?  Why can't me and Daddy come with you?"

   Nancy kept her eyes on the road, already catching sight of Andrea's
school.  "Because, honey, Grandma's not feeling well.  I need to be there
to take care of her." She steered the car into the parking lot and
maneuvered into the line of vehicles that were pulling up, one after the
next, to drop the children inside them at the front door of the school.

   But Andrea wasn't about to be dissuaded so easily.  She wanted to help
her mother, and she had been working hard over the past year to learn how
to do so.  "Me and Daddy could help take care of Grandma, Mom.  I don't
mind helping.  I like to do it."

   Nancy smiled to herself as she steered the slowly moving car up the
line, maneuvering closer to the main entrance.  "Oh honey, I know you like
to help Mommy out.  And if you didn't have school and Daddy didn't have so
much work to do, there's nothing I'd like more than to take you both with
me.  But you do have school, and Daddy does have work, so I'm afraid you're
just going to have let me go without you."

   Andrea frowned a little as the car stopped at front of the school. 
Andrea unbuckled her seat belt and grabbed her pink backpack, slinging it
over one shoulder as she reached for the door to exit the car.  But before
she left, Nancy reached back between the seats and rested her hand on
Andrea's knee.  "Do you really want to help Mommy, Andrea?" The little girl
nodded fervently, and Nancy knew she meant it.  "Well then, I need you to
be the woman of the house while I'm gone this week.  Understand?  Your
father has been worn out with work and he's going to need your help.  I
want you to promise me that you'll take good care of your Daddy for me
while I'm gone, OK baby?" Andrea gave another one of her solemn nods. 
"Just do everything that Mommy does around the house so that your Father
can get some rest this week.  If you do a good job as the woman of the
house, when I get back I promise we'll all do something special together.
Alright?"

   Andrea nodded again and said, "Yes Mom, I'll take good care of Daddy, I
promise.  I'll do a great job so that Daddy can feel better."

   Nancy gave her sweet daughter a warm smile.  "That's my sweet angel. 
Now run along before you're late for school.  Go on!" Andrea hopped out the
door and closed it behind her, glancing over her shoulder as she entered
the school building, catching one last glimpse of her smiling mother before
Nancy pulled away.

   Andrea repeated her mother's words to herself as she walked down the
hallway toward her home room.  "Take good care of Daddy.  Do everything
that Mommy does." She spoke the words under her breath like a private
mantra.  Little did Nancy, or her Daddy for that matter, understand that
over the past year, Andrea had been paying even closer attention to her
parents than they could have realized.  If they had known everything that
Andrea had seen and heard, they would have died of shock.  But Andrea
certainly didn't know that anything she'd witnessed or overheard wasn't for
her innocent eyes or ears.  She just knew that she was the woman of the
house for the next week, and that she was going to do everything in her
power to take good care of her Daddy.

   ...

   Thomas' workday went more like it should under normal circumstances.  He
was thankful for that.  He did mention to his boss that he wanted to talk
about the work he had done for the company for the past two months.  The
big eyes went away after Thomas assured him that he wasn't going to ask for
a raise.  The two of them had a good laugh over that and made plans to have
lunch together on Wednesday.

   The drive to Andrea's school was also uneventful.  He picked up his
young daughter at the curb and she climbed into the car smiling.  "Hey,
sweetie.  Hope you had a good day at school today.  I need to go shopping
for some things for dinner tonight but I thought I'd drop you off at the
house on the way so you can go ahead and get your homework done.  I might
need some help in the kitchen."

   Andrea seemed okay with the suggestion and he did just that.  Pulling up
to the front of the house he leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek
telling her that he'd be home in probably just a little less that and hour.

   He watched as Andrea climbed out of the car and shut the door.  She
looked back at him through the window telling him goodbye and he thought to
himself how pretty she was growing up to be.  He winked back at her and
slowly drove off giving her enough time to make it into the house before he
was too far to see her from his rear view mirror.  They lived in a nice
neighborhood but you never knew what could happen.  Besides worrying about
your kid was part of being a good father.

   Thomas drove to the grocery store letting his mind wander.  His little
girl was starting to develop recently.  He had never thought of her
sexually before it was getting harder not to notice that she was growing
up. His cock grew slightly stiff inside his pants at that thought.  It
surprised him and sent a pang of guilt through him stomach.  He forced the
thought from his mind.

   His thoughts about Andrea were really more of admiration and
recognition. He hadn't fantasied about her or anything and didn't think he
should.  However, with Nancy away this week and his lack of sex lately he
was a little concerned about what had just happened.  He hoped that it
wouldn't be too hard on him this week but he knew better.  It was going to
be rough with nothing but himself for a source of relief.

   Thomas shook his head trying to clear his mind of sex and continued on
to the store.  He picked up some things for the next couple day's worth of
dinner.  Hamburger, two steaks, spaghetti, some general produce and
steamable frozen vegetables.  Andrea liked most of the same things that he
did so at least the meals would be easy.

   He paid for his purchase and headed home.  Dinner was still a couple
hours away but he had enough around the house to keep him occupied while
Andrea finished her homework.

   ...

   Andrea watched her Daddy pull away from the house, feeling a little
disappointed that he hadn't let her come along to the grocery store.  After
all, Mom usually got the groceries and she was supposed to be the woman of
the house this week.  Plus she really liked going places and spending time
with her Daddy.  She had never admitted it to anyone, and she thought she
never would, but her Daddy was her favorite parent.  She loved her mom, of
course, but she had a special, secret place in her young heart for her
Daddy.  Every time she heard him come home from work she would get excited
like a puppy that sees its owner after he's been gone all day.

   That's one reason why she had been a little bit sadder than usual these
last few weeks.  Probably no one had noticed, because she was always very
pleasant and eager to please, but she had felt it.  She could tell that
something had been bothering her Daddy, that he hadn't been nearly as happy
lately as he normally was.  Mom had said that Daddy was working very hard,
and Andrea guessed that this must be the reason.  She felt sorry for her
Daddy having to work so hard and she wanted to make it better, but she
hadn't really known how to help before.

   However, things had changed now.  She was the woman of the house, and it
was going to be up to her to make her Daddy happy again.  The best part was
that she had all week to do it before Mom got home, and when Mom got back
and saw how happy she had made her Daddy, she knew that Mom would be proud
of her.  Andrea had lots of ideas about how to make her Daddy happier, but
first she had to finish her homework like Daddy told her to do.

   She sat down at her desk in her small bedroom with her math book open in
front of her.  They were doing fractions and reciprocals.  Since it was
pretty easy stuff for her, she got it done quickly with a good ten or
fifteen minutes left before her Daddy was due to get back from the grocery
store.  She put the homework back in her school bag and left her bedroom,
her mind already back on what she might be able to do to help Daddy around
the house.

   The first thing she decided was that if she was going to be the woman of
the house she'd have to dress like one.  Mom always wore dresses for Daddy,
so Andrea supposed that Daddy preferred it that way.  But she didn't really
have very nice dresses like Mom had.  The thought occurred to her that she
might wear one of Mom's dresses instead, but she shook her head.  Even
though she was growing fast these days, she was still a good foot shorter
than Mom was, and Mom had other assets which filled out a dress that Andrea
most definitely lacked.  She wanted to look pretty for Daddy, not silly. 
So Mom's dresses were out.

   She did have a couple of fancy dresses that she was only supposed to
wear on special occasions.  She hesitated before looking at them, but she
was running out of time before Daddy got home, and after all being the
woman of the house was a special occasion for her, so she picked her
favorite and quickly stripped out of her school clothes.  After pulling the
dress over her head (thankfully there wasn't a zipper on this one) she went
to the mirror to get a look.  The dress itself was not especially fancy,
dark pink polyester with an empire waist and a pink sheer overlay which
ruffled prettily, but she liked the way it looked on her.

   She fetched a pair of white dress socks that went up over her slender
calves, quickly picked out a pair of black mary janes from her collection
of shoes and slipped them onto her feet.  Then she looked in the mirror
again.  Something still wasn't perfect.  Her hair wasn't messy, but it
wasn't styled fancy like Mom's usually was.  She wanted to do something
nice with it but she knew she didn't have much time, so she gathered her
hair up and placed it in a ponytail, coaxing a few locks loose so that they
fell around her face.  It wasn't perfect like Mom's, but she knew it would
have to do.

   Just when she started wondering how much trouble she might get into if
she tried putting on some of her Mom's lipstick, she heard Daddy's car
pulling up in the driveway.  Her heart leapt and she hurried to straighten
her shoulder straps before scooting out of her room.  She suddenly
remembered one time when Mom had met Daddy at the front door with a drink
for him after he had worked especially late, and she decided that she would
probably have time to pour something for Daddy before he got the groceries
out of the car, but only if she really hurried.

   She hustled into the kitchen and grabbed a tall glass from the cupboard,
then went to the refrigerator and opened the heavy door.  Quickly she
scanned the shelves, not really seeing anything special enough for Daddy,
but there were a few beers in the back of the fridge, and she guessed that
Daddy might enjoy one of those, so she grabbed one and closed the fridge
door once again.  She pulled the tab on the can and poured it into the
glass, careful not to let it foam up and spill all over her fancy dress. 
Her Mom would kill her if it got stained.  Then she tossed the can in the
recycling tub and headed into the living room.  Just when she got to the
front door, she saw the handle start to turn.  Daddy was finally here.

   ...

   Thomas exited the car and gathered the groceries.  He could see that
Andrea had opened the door a little and seemed to be waiting just inside to
greet him.  "Such a sweet girl," he said to himself happily.  He walked up
the sidewalk and she opened the door for him and soon as he stepped onto
the welcome mat.  There she was, waiting for him in one of her dresses. 
She was very cute in her little pink get up with her white sock and black
mary janes.  She was also holding what looked like a tall glass of beer,
smiling at him in adoration and gratitude for his return to the home.  She
was like a proper little wife eager to please.  This thought caused a bit
or arousal again and he realized that he was thinking about his daughter
improperly for the second time that day.

   "Well, aren't you beautiful.  And you have something for me I see. 
Thank you sweetheart." Thomas leaned down, placing the bags on the floor
and kissed the top of his daughter's head.  He took the beer that she was
offering him.  In truth he didn't like beer all that much.  He'd have one
occasionally to help relax him but his wife probably drank one more often
than he did.  Usually a 6 pack lasted them a pretty long time.  The
thoughtfulness of little Andrea hadn't escaped him in offering him an adult
beverage though instead of water or orange juice or such.  She seemed to be
trying hard to fill her mother's role while she was away and it was still
only the first day.

   Thomas gulped down about half the glass and sighed.  "Ah that hit the
spot," he said handing the glass back to Andrea.  "Thank you so much." He
leaned down and picked up the groceries again.  "I brought home lots of
good stuff for this week.  What would you say to me grilling us up some
stakes for tonight?" Once he got past her he'd be heading to the kitchen to
put his purchases away.

   ...

   Andrea was so happy to see her Daddy, and she smiled broadly when he
told her that she was beautiful.  It started little butterflies fluttering
around inside her tummy.  She always got excited when Daddy paid her
compliments, but his approval of her appearance after she had gone to such
efforts to look pretty for him made it even better.  "Thanks, Daddy!" she
said happily, and she blushed a little when he bent to place a kiss upon
her head.

   She loved it when Daddy kissed her, especially when he gave her a quick
peck on the lips.  Of course he had never kissed her the way she'd seen him
kissing Mom when they didn't know she was watching them, and she had never
expected him to.  After all, those were grown-up kisses, and she wasn't a
grown-up.  However, now that Mom was gone she found herself wondering
whether or not he might be wanting to make an exception to the rule.  After
all, he didn't have Mom to kiss, and she wanted to make sure he didn't feel
neglected while she was away this week.

   Then and there she resolved herself to making sure Daddy knew she
wouldn't mind sharing grown-up kisses with him while Mom was gone.  What
she didn't know was how to broach the subject without coming off sounding
like she was complaining about her lack of receiving grown-up kisses.  She
didn't want Daddy to think she was unhappy.  That would just make him sad,
and more than anything else, she just wanted please her Daddy.

   As she was quietly considering this little dilemma, she took the
half-empty glass her Daddy handed to her and, guessing from the finality of
his tone that he was finished with it, she carried it to the sink to rinse
out.  In answer to her Daddy's question she said, "Whatever you want for
dinner is fine with me, Daddy, but you don't have to cook.  Mom has been
teaching me how, and if it's OK with you I want to make you dinner
instead." She put as much eagerness into her voice as she could manage
while requested this, trying hard to communicate that she really wanted to
make the dinner for him, that she wasn't just offering in order to be
polite.  While she waited for his answer, she started helping with the
groceries, trying to put as much of them away herself so that Daddy
wouldn't have to bother.

   ...

   Thomas listened to his little girl's request and watched as she went to
putting away the groceries.  She set about in such a serious manner it was
hard not to realize that she really meant to do her part.  She had always
helped out around the house but this was different.  He thought back to
Nacny's words about him being well taken care of.  He supposed that he had
no idea how well Nancy had been training Andrea domestically.

   "Well, okay sweetheart.  If you really want to make dinner then you can.
That would be really nice after my day at work.  How about something easy
so that its not too hard on you.  Could you make the spaghetti that I
bought for dinner?  I think that would be really nice for a supper for the
two of us."

   Just as she had said Andrea seemed happy with whatever he suggested.  He
couldn't help adoring her.  He really did love his little girl and she was
just being so sweet right now.  She was going to make someone very happy
someday.  He walked over and gave her another kiss on the head, taking in
the scent of her sweet smelling hair.  "Since you seem to have things under
control I'm going to go upstairs and get changed.  I have a few things I
have to do out back and business dress isn't going to suit for that at
all."

   He took his leave as Andrea watched him leave the room.  He ran upstairs
and shucked his slacks and button up shirt.  he'd already pulled his tie
off on the way house from the store.  Thomas pulled on a pair of jeans and
a grey t-shirt.  He also switched his socks out for some white crews.  He
really didn't mind dressing up but he detested dress socks.  Men shouldn't
wear dress socks, he had always thought.  Socks should either keep your
feet warm or be in a drawer somewhere.  He found the idea of thine
breathable sock that were simply there for looks a fairly feminine thing.

   Thomas passed back through the kitchen as he headed downstairs towards
the back door.

   ...

   Andrea put the groceries away as quickly as she could without doing a
bad job.  She was happy that Daddy was letting her help.  She had to climb
on a chair to reach some of the top cabinets, and though she didn't realize
it, all that stretching and bending meant that her pretty pink dress kept
riding up over the back of her thighs, giving her Daddy an eyeful if he
cared to notice.  All she knew, however was that she was doing a good job
helping Daddy, so she was enjoying herself.

   When Daddy suggested that she make spaghetti, she nodded quickly, happy
that he'd agreed to let her make dinner for him, and secretly grateful that
he had chosen something easy for her to make.  She liked to help Mom cook,
but honestly she hadn't had a lot of practice on her own, and she didn't
want to screw up the meal.  She wanted everything to be perfect for Daddy.
"Yes, Daddy," she said as she finished putting away the last of the
groceries and closed a cabinet door.  "Spaghetti it is!  I promise I'll do
a good job," she said, trying to reassure him so that he would relax and
just enjoy the evening.

   Andrea felt so grown up when Daddy told her that he thought she had
things "under control" in the kitchen.  "Yes, Daddy," she said when he told
her he was going upstairs to change.  She watched him leave, smiling.  She
wondered what sorts of things it was that he had to do "out back", but she
didn't dwell on the thought.  She had work to do, after all, and anyway she
guessed she'd find out soon enough.

   After Daddy had gone upstairs, she went about getting dinner started. 
She fetched the main two ingredients, a box of thin noodles and a jar of
chunky tomato sauce, and set them on the counter.  She filled a deep pan
with water and set it on top of one of the oven's burners, lighting the gas
beneath the pan to set the water to boil.  She added a bit of salt to the
water, which Mom told her made the water boil hotter, then went to fetch
another pan, a small saucepan with a glass lid, and set it on a second
burner.  She poured the jar of thick red tomato sauce into the pan and lit
the burner beneath it, setting the flame very low so that the sauce
wouldn't get too hot too fast.

   She thought about what sorts of things Mom usually put in tomato sauce,
and started rummaging around the spice rack.  As she collected a few small
bottles, garlic, oregano, and basil leaves, her mind started to wander back
to her Daddy.  When he'd kissed her head again just now, she had almost
said something to him about grown-up kisses, but she was too nervous.  She
shook her head as she started adding spices to the simmering sauce.  She
shouldn't let her nerves get in the way of making Daddy happy.  Next time,
she promised herself, she would make sure that Daddy got a proper kiss in
return.  She imagined what it would be like, feeling Daddy's mouth on hers
for a long, lingering smooch.  She guessed that it would be...wet.  Not
only had she been watching her parents do it, but she had also seen it in
the movies.  She knew that tongues were somehow involved, and that thought
made her giggle.

   As the water began to rise to a boil and she started adding noodles, she
heard Daddy's footsteps behind her.  She turned around and gave him a warm
smile, glad to see he was out of his uncomfortable work clothes.  "Hi
Daddy," she said.  "Dinner will be ready real soon!" She watched him head
toward the back door, wondering if there was any way she could help him in
whatever it was he had to to outside.

   ...

   Thomas walked back through the kitchen.  Andrea was hard at work on
dinner.  Part of him was almost a little disappointed that she wasn't
bending over like she was earlier.  It was a dirty thought but the view of
her bare thighs had been very cute.  "Hi Daddy, dinner will be ready real
soon!" she said cheerfully.

   That's great sweetie.  I'll be out back, just yell for me when its time
okay.  Thomas walked into the back yard leaving his sweet little girl
behind.  He actually hated doing stuff in the yard, work anyway.  There
were a bunch of things that needed to be moved around and reorganized in
the storage shed.  The mower also needed some prepping and an oil change.
The trimmer restrung, several little odd jobs that he didn't much like
doing.  They weren't so bad when you spaced them out but work had been so
demanding lately that things had kind of stacked up on him.

   He decided that he'd start with the easier stuff.  He didn't want to get
too dirty before dinner anyway.  There wasn't a whole lot of light left and
he know that Andrea would be calling for him before long.  So he set to the
task of reorganizing the shed.  He moved several things about, inspected
others.  Everything was fairly clean considering so he didn't get too dirty
while he was out working.  He was about halfway through when he heard
Andrea call for him.

   Thomas walked back to the house ready to wash up and see how his little
girl had done for her first meal.  He felt proud of her.  Sure it was only
spaghetti but it was the first time his daughter had cooked all by herself.
He didn't miss the importance of that or that it had been for him.  He was
sure he'd remember this night for a long time to come.

   ...

   Andrea watched her father stepping out into the yard, then brought her
attention back to the task at hand.  She finished adding the pasta to the
boiling water, the steam rising up in her face giving her countenance a
flushed appearance.  Then she lifted the glass lid on the saucepan and
sniffed.  It was bubbling up nicely, the aroma of spicy tomato filling the
kitchen.  Andrea couldn't be happier with the way things were going in the
kitchen.  Her very first meal was coming along nicely.

   She knew she had about ten minutes before it would be time to drain the
noodles so she used the time to start setting places at the dinner table.
She decided that since tonight was sort of special she could get away with
using the fancier dinnerware, though not the stuff that Mom kept locked
away for dinner parties and the like.  She grabbed two of the large dinner
plates and a couple of smaller, matching side plates and carried them to
the table, putting them into place.  Then she fetched the flatware, forks
and knives.  She guessed that they wouldn't need spoons, so she didn't'
bother with them.  She paused when she reached the table again, trying to
remember what Mom had taught her about how to set the table.  What side did
the fork go on again?  She bit her lip, trying hard to remember.

   In the end she decided that she'd put the fork on the left side and the
knife on the right, though she was far from certain that this was the
correct way of doing it.  Then she fetched a loaf of bread from the
cupboard and placed a couple of slices on each of the side plates.  She
didn't really know how to make proper garlic bread to go with the
spaghetti, and she didn't have time anyway, so she just set out a stick of
butter on the table.  She fetched a couple of tall glasses and placed them
above each of the plates, then retrieved the pitcher of ice water from the
fridge and put it on the table, too.  Looking over the place settings, she
tried to think of anything she might have forgotten, but nothing came to
mind.

   Heading back to the oven she took a glimpse through the rising steam at
the boiling noodles, seeing that they had a good five minutes left before
they were finished, so she headed around to the back door and peered
through the glass pane at the entrance to the shed where Daddy was hard at
work moving things about.  As she watched him work it occurred to her, not
for the first time, how big and strong Daddy was.  For some reason that
thought gave her the butterflies again.  She loved the feel of Daddy's
strong arms around her whenever he gave her a hug, or when he let her sit
in his lap while they watched television together.  She wished that she
could be out there with him.

   She was so lost in fantasies about Daddy's strong arms and big hands
that she nearly forgot about the spaghetti.  It was only the hiss of water
bubbling up over the edge of the pan and running down into the fire beneath
that snapped her back to reality.  She gasped and rushed back to the stove,
quickly shutting off the heat.  The roiling bubbles settled down
immediately and she used a wooden spoon to lift one noodle from the water.
She bit into it.  This was the only way to make sure that pasta was done,
Mom had taught her.  It was soft on the outside but still a little firm in
the middle.  Just perfect, in other words.  Andrea smiled with relief and
carried the pan to the sink, straining the pasta from the water.

   She carried the steaming pan of noodles to the table and scooped up over
half of them onto Daddy's plate.  Steam was still billowing up from the
pasta as she arranged it in the middle of the dish.  Then she put the rest
of the noodles on her own plate.  She couldn't eat nearly as much as Daddy,
after all.  She grabbed a ladle and a hot pad from the rack above the stove
and carried them along with the saucepan to the table, placing the sauce on
the hot pad and letting the ladle sink into the red, still simmering
liquid. Everything looked like it was ready.  With nervous excitement
Andrea opened the back door and called Daddy inside.

   "Dinner's ready, Daddy!"

   ...

   Thomas walked in through the back door and was shocked.  "Oh wow,
sweetheart!" He said, genuinely surprised at the quality of the
presentation she had made.  "I can't believe you did all of this.  This is
amazing!  I might have to tell you Mom that we need to let you make dinner
from now on," he teased.  "Just let me clean up."

   Thomas walked over to the sink and washed his hands and forearms.  They
were really all that had gotten dirty while he was outside.  He had taken
special care not to get anything on him as he knew he'd be eating soon. 
Spaghetti was always such a quick meal to prepare.  He walked over to the
table where Andrea was happily waiting for him.  "Let me get this for you,"
Thomas said as he pulled out the chair for Andrea to sit down.  "A man
should always but polite to a proper lady such as yourself," he said
smiling down at his little girl.

   He the sat himself in his own chair and they spooned their sauce onto
their noddles.  Again Thomas was surprised as he tasted his meal.  He
quickly chewed it up and swallowed before he talked.  "Andrea, this is
really good.  You did such a good job.  I really can't believe it.  I don't
think your Mom could have done any better herself.  I'm very impressed," he
said as he went back to eating.  He supposed that Nancy had been right
about Andrea after all.  She was going to be a big help.  Thomas smiled at
her once again and continued eating.  Maybe this week wasn't going to be so
bad after all.

   ...

   Andrea smiled widely as Daddy complimented the appearance of the meal.
She loved it when he called her his sweetheart.  It made her feel really
special inside.  She listened raptly while he told her that he'd mention it
to Mom.  She hoped that he would, that he'd tell her what a perfect woman
of the house she was.  She wanted Mom to be proud of her, of course, but
there was also a part of her that wanted Mom to know that she was as good
as Mom was, that she could take Mom's place if the need arose again.

   While Daddy went to wash up for the meal, Andrea buttered his bread for
him, then her own.  She filled her glass with cool water, and then filled
Daddy's before he got back.  When he returned and pulled out her chair for
her, she grinned happily, feeling like such a grown-up when he called her a
"Lady".  She sat and watched him take his place across from her, wanting to
see him take his first bite.  She was on pins and needles, praying that the
meal tasted good enough.

   Andrea nearly squealed when Daddy told her what a good job she'd done,
and when he said that Mom couldn't have done any better, well that was just
icing on the cake.  She really felt like the woman of the house now.  She
was dressed pretty for Daddy, she had cooked him a nice meal, and he seemed
really happy.  She loved seeing him smile like that.  He hadn't smiled
nearly enough lately.

   As the meal progressed, Andrea was attentive to whatever Daddy needed.
She used any excuse to do the littlest things for him.  When he reached for
the salt, she got up and fetched it for him so he wouldn't have to.  When
he finished his bread she buttered him another slice, just in case he
wanted one.  When he ran out of water she insisted on filling his glass,
leaning against him as she poured.  She loved even that incidental,
momentary contact.  It gave her the butterflies again.

   When the meal was finished, Andrea insisted on cleaning up herself,
telling her Daddy that he should go relax and let her take care of
everything.  She collected the plates and glasses, carried them to the sink
and rinsed them off before loading them into the dishwasher.  Then she went
to find Daddy again.  She wanted to spend as much of the evening as
possible at his side, trying to make him happy.

   She also kept thinking about grown-up kisses.  She was a little
disappointed when Daddy had come inside for dinner and hadn't tried to kiss
her head again.  She had hoped that he would, so that she could tilt her
head back and meet his lips with her own instead.  She wasn't sure what
would happen next, whether she would get in trouble or whatever, but it
didn't really matter to her.  She just wanted one grown-up kiss from Daddy.
If she stuck with him throughout the night, she might just get another
chance, at least she hoped that she would, and she wouldn't waste it.

   ...

   Thomas was really surprised by how attentive Andrea was being.  Almost
too much so.  She was trying really hard to please him and do her best and
it made him feel good but it also made him feel a little guilty.  She
deserved a treat, he thought.  They had eaten a little earlier than normal
as spaghetti was a lot quicker to prepare than the stakes that he had
intended on making.  It was getting dark out now but they still had plenty
of time before it would be bed.

   What could he do to reward his little girl.  He thought about it as she
diligently cleaned up.  Maybe they could watch a movie together, whatever
she wanted.  He knew that he wasn't much but he figured it might be nice
for to to pick out something and spend the time on the couch together while
watching it.  Thomas figured it was the best he could do for her.  It was
strange because normally this type of situation would be one where he would
be looking to treat his wife because she would had been especially sweet to
him.  Normally that consisted of something like a hot bath, a full body
massage, eating her pussy til she came and then the two of them fucking til
exhaustion.  Not exactly the kind of reward that could be used for his
daughter's exceptional behavior.

   Thomas' cock grew hard at the dirty thought all the same and he pushed
it out of his mind.  More of the same.  Was he really going to torture
himself the entire week?  When Andrea entered the room he thanked her again
for the splendid meal.  "And as a reward fro all of your hard work I was
thinking that I'd let you pick a movie off Netflix.  Anything you want and
we'll watch it together.  He handed her the remote that he had picked up
when he had set up a media PC for their TV.

   They had Netfix streaming running into the TV and that had saved them a
lot of trips to the video kiosk in town.  Also a lot of money too as they
tended to rent a few films every week.  As Andrea looked through her
selection he dimmed the lights for atmosphere and brought some extra
pillows and a throw over for them.  "If you want to change into your night
close so you'll be more comfortable I don't mind.  I promise I won't start
the movie with out you." His little girl had done really well tonight and
he wanted to make sure that she had a good time tonight as his way of
saying thanks.  He couldn't imagine her being comfortable staying in that
dress.

   ...

   When Daddy told Andrea that he wanted to spend the rest of the evening
with her, she felt her little heart beating faster.  Of course she hadn't
done every thing she'd done today simply to make Daddy pay attention to
her. She absolutely craved her father's attention, but today she'd really
just wanted to do a good job as the woman of the house, and to try to make
Daddy happier.  However, since Daddy was offering, she was certainly not
going to pass up the opportunity to have their special evening continue.

   She took the remote control from Daddy's hand, beaming up at him. 
"Thanks, Daddy!", she said as she turned and began to flip through the
menus on the screen.  Her first inclination was to pick one of her favorite
Disney princess cartoons, but as she began to leaf through them she thought
to herself, "No." That wasn't very grown-up, after all, and she wanted
Daddy to know what a big girl she really was.  So she kept flipping,
watching digital poster after digital poster displayed on the TV screen.

   In the end she settled on "Titanic." She'd never seen the film, but she
thought that the actor on the poster was cute, and the movie looked like it
might be kind of romantic.  She thought that romantic movies were very
grown-up type things, so she thought her choice might impress upon her
Daddy that she was grown-up too.  When she'd made her pick she set the
remote down on the coffee table and moved to help Daddy arrange the pillows
on the couch.  When he suggested that she might go change into her night
things, she was a little torn.  She liked being dressed up for Daddy, and
she felt like if she changed out of her dress she'd be less grown-up, but
at the same time she was tempted.  Though the outfit wasn't by any means
tight or uncomfortable, she didn't think it was the kind of thing to wear
when snuggling under the throw-over blanket with Daddy.  In the end she
nodded her head and said, "Ok Daddy, I'll be right back!" and hurried up
the stairs, not wanting to make her Daddy have to wait long for her.

   When she got to her room she kicked off her black shoes and pulled down
the knee socks, tossing them in the hamper.  Then she pulled the pink dress
up over her head and carefully returned it to its place.  Standing in just
her panties, she scanned her closet, trying to pick what set of pajamas to
wear.  None of them seemed terribly adult to her.  She wished she had a
pretty nightgown like one of those that she'd seen Mom wearing.  She
thought hard as she searched her clothes, then had an idea.  She didn't
have a nightgown, but she did have a few long nightshirts that she almost
never wore instead of her PJ's.  They weren't really like grown-up
nightgowns, but it would be the closest she could get.

   She pulled the nightshirts out of the back of her closet and looked them
over, trying to pick the one that looked the most mature.  The first had an
illustration of Ariel, the Little Mermaid across the front.  That one was
definitely out.  The second one was plain, but it was too small for her to
wear anymore, really.  The last one, however was perfect.  It was a light
blue floral print pullover with a banded V-shaped neckline and a hem that
fell somewhere between the top of her knees and the middle of her thighs.
She quickly pulled it on, deciding to skip wearing socks or slippers,
leaving her feet bare, and hurried back downstairs to see Daddy again.

   When she got back to the living room she smiled big and hopped to the
couch so she could sit beside Daddy.  Then she pulled the blanket over
their laps to cover her bare legs.  As he started the movie, Andrea smiled
a contented smile, so pleased to be spending the night with him, and leaned
against his shoulder, wrapping her slender arm around his elbow so she
could snuggle against him.  Right now she was just about the happiest girl
in the world.

   ...

   Thomas watched his little girl go running upstairs.  He couldn't believe
that she had picked Titanic.  He didn't hate the movie but it just didn't
seem like her.  He supposed he was lucky that his wife didn't love it as
much as some other women do or he may have had to watch it a thousand
times. As it stood he'd only actually watched it twice before.  It really
wasn't a bad film so he he supped that really as far as something keeping
him entertained went she could have picked several other things that would
have been a lot worse to sit through.

   He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a soda for himself and a glass of
juice for Andrea.  Had it been later in the evening he may have popped some
popcorn but they weren't that far removed from dinner so it didn't seem
like a good idea.  Back in the living room he could see that Andrea still
wasn't down yet.  He looked around and the decided that he might as well
get comfortable himself.

   Thomas unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off.  He'd be much more
comfortable in his T-shirt and boxers.  He folded them up and sat them on
the chair next to the sofa.  He stretched his back, it was a little tired
from his long day.  He could tell that he missed his work out today and the
stretches that he always did before.  He'd have to try to take care of
himself a little this week if he could fit it in.

   He heard Andrea coming down the stairs before he saw her and sat down on
the couch.  When she came around he could see that she had opted for one of
her nightshirts rather than her usual pajamas.  He wondered if she wasn't
getting to the age where she might want to start wearing something a little
more mature.  He had never seen her in a nightshirt before.  It was
definitely cute, her little bare legs sticking out of the bottom of it. 
She hopped onto the couch happily, climbing underneath the blanket and
hugged his arm.  This did seem like the kind of treat that made her very
happy.  He supposed he had been right in his decision.

   "Wearing something a little different tonight I see," Thomas said
commenting on his earlier observation.  You know, I think its been a while
since mom took you shopping.  If you are going to be such a good girl all
week maybe I should take you to the mall tomorrow afternoon.  It would be a
lot different from your mom taking you though.  You'd have to make a lot
more of your own decisions.  Do you think you could handle that?  Would you
like some new things?" Andrea rarely ever asked for anything so he didn't
really mind taking her out at all.  She was such a good kid.  He just felt
the need to reward her for her performance tonight and perhaps inspire her
to keep doing so well for the rest of the week too.

   ...

   Andrea cuddled against her Daddy as he spoke to her, smiling up at him
with big, blue, adoring eyes.  She was happy to hear that he had noticed
her nightshirt, since she had put it on especially for him.  As she
stretched out against him she felt the bare leg that extended past the
bottom of his boxers against her naked thigh.  The contact thrilled her in
ways that she hadn't really explored yet in her young life.  Her heart
seemed to beat faster whenever Daddy touched her, or when she got the
opportunity to touch him.  Now it was thumping rapidly in her chest.  She
squeezed Daddy's arm tighter.

   Then things got even better.  Daddy was asking her if she wanted to go
to the mall with him tomorrow.  He had never, ever taken her shopping for
clothes before.  They had certainly gone to the mall together, but always
with Mom there, and it was always Mom who took her to the girls clothing
boutiques while Daddy went to browse menswear or other sorts of shops. 
This time, however, it was going to be just her and Daddy, and that really
excited her, especially when he said she would get to make her own
decisions about what to get.  Though Mom always took her desires into
consideration, she had never permitted Andrea the freedom to choose which
clothes she eventually purchased.

   She imagined Daddy bringing her to one of the more fancy shops and
letting her play dress-up for him.  She would pick out all her favorite
types of tops and skirts and dresses and model each of them for Daddy.  It
would be like a special, private fashion show for just the two of them! 
She wondered if he'd really let her pick whatever she wanted.  Could she
get something really grown-up?  Maybe even a little sexy?  Andrea wasn't
really of the age to appreciate exactly what the word 'sexy' meant, but she
knew it was a very adult term, and she knew what 'sexy' clothes were
supposed to look like.  Seamless minidresses, short little skirts, lacy
tops that showed off a woman's cleavage or her tummy.  Andrea knew she
didn't really have any cleavage to display, but she liked to imagine that
she could find something that would suit her body.

   She also wondered about lingerie.  She was just beginning to learn about
all the different types of underwear they made for grown-up women.  She had
secretly peeked through catalogs that showed up in the mail before Mom had
gotten a chance to throw them out, and the sight of skimpy slips, garters
and stockings, see-through babydoll nightgowns and teddies that left almost
nothing to the imagination really had excited her.  She knew that Mom would
never, ever let her wear anything like that.  But what about Daddy?  The
notion of putting on something like that in front of him made her breath
catch, and her cheeks were suddenly red.

   All of this ran through Andrea's mind at once as Daddy waited for her to
answer his question.  She nodded enthusiastically up at him.  "Oh yes,
Daddy!  I would love if you took me shopping tomorrow!  Can I really get
anything I want?" Beneath the blanket she was squirming with excitement,
and her hand innocently brushed against her Daddy's exposed leg.  She was
going to pull it away just as soon as she realized where it was, but
something made her change her mind.  Perhaps it was the butterflies she was
getting again.  So she kept her hand where it was, her slender little
fingers running through the short hairs on the top of Daddy's thigh.

   ...

   Thomas could see that he had made Andrea very excited with his offer. 
He never knew that it could mean so much to her.  It made him feel really
good to be able to make his little girl so happy.  That settled it then. 
He felt her hand land innocently on his leg and while it was a little
strange Andrea didn't seem to be doing anything other than just being
comfortable so he figured that it was no big deal.  His cock did stiffen
inside of his boxers at the touch of her fingers there but that was just
his dirty mind.  At least he would have lots of ammunition to jerk off to
tonight.  There was no way this night was going to end with out that.

   All of the stray thoughts from today and all of the pent up
frustrations, all of the ruined plans for sexual satisfaction that had
disappeared in the blink of an eye.  He was wound too tightly.  Suddenly he
was looking forward to putting Andrea to bed so that he could enjoy himself
but he had to be a good dad and spend time with his daughter.  It would be
selfish to send her to bed early.

   Thomas pried his arm out of Andrea's grasp and put it around her so that
she could lean against him.  He held his little girl lovingly and started
the movie, his left hand now rest on the outside of her bare left leg. 
Remembering that it was two hours long he hoped that he would get to jerk
off before a case of blue balls set in.  He needed to get his mind out of
the gutter and calm down so that he'd be okay.  He figured the best thing
to do for that was to try to get immersed in the film.  There was only one
nude scene and that was a ways away.  Kate Winslet was by no means ugly but
she wasn't his type and had never really done anything for him before so he
shouldn't even get that aroused.

   He sat there quietly with Andrea as the movie played in the dim room,
trying not to let his mind wander.

   ...

   Andrea felt her Daddy slipping free of her grasp, and she didn't really
want to let him go, but she didn't want to annoy him either, so she let go
of his arm.  Then he slid that arm around her and pulled her against him,
and Andrea was in heaven again!  She laid her head on Daddy's shoulder and
watched as the rather campy saga of Jack and Rose and their doomed vessel
played out on the screen.  Though she had been right about the boy being
cute, she didn't really care for the story, except for how pretty every
thing was on the ship.  Instead of focusing on the plot, she imagined that
she was on the passenger liner herself, that she and Daddy were crossing
the Atlantic together, and they got to dress in fancy costumes and attend
lavish dinner parties together, just like the characters in the film.

   As she let her imagination carry her off the way only a little girl's
can do, she let the fingers of her hand continue their wandering across the
landscape of Daddy's muscular thigh.  She couldn't believe that he hadn't
made her move.  Maybe Daddy liked her to touch him there.  She certainly
had seen Mom doing it before, though never when they knew Andrea was
looking.  She held her breath before daring to slide the fingers higher,
till the very tips of her slender digits had disappeared under the fabric
of the boxer shorts.  She couldn't believe how exciting this was.  No
wonder it always sounded like Mom and Daddy were having so much fun when
they did the stuff she knew they did alone.

   Just thinking of the last time she'd laid in her bedroom listening to
her Mom and Daddy in bed together made her heart race.  She wondered what
she would sound like if Daddy made love to her.  She wasn't even exactly
sure what making love was, but from what she had spied through the keyhole
in her parents' bedroom, she knew a few of the details.  Remembering the
sight made her even more excited, and if Daddy had looked down he would
have seen his baby girl looking very flushed.

   Eventually the film progressed to a love scene between Jack and Rose. 
Andrea had seen love scenes in movies before, and this wasn't nearly as
explicit as a few she'd been able to catch when Mom and Daddy were out of
the living room and she was left alone to surf the channels herself. 
Instead of paying attention to the love scene, she half closed her eyes and
tried to imagine it was her and Daddy in the back of that towncar with the
fogged up windows deep within the bowels of the passenger liner.  She
imagined feeling Daddy's strong hands slowly removing her fancy costume and
touching her all over her body.  She imagined touching him too, and while
the fingers of one small hand moved even higher up Daddy's leg, her other
hand moved lower beneath the blanket till her fingertips made contact with
the front of her thin panties.  Not even realizing it, she let out the
quietest little half sigh/half moan, though it was so soft that it would
have been hard to hear over the moaning of the characters in the film.

   ...

   Time passed as Thomas sat there with Andrea watching the movie.  It
seemed a little better this time around but he was forcing himself to pay
closer attention to the movie than he had either of the previous two times
he had seen it.  It was a little over an hour in before he realized that
Andrea's little fingers had trailed higher up his thigh and were now just
below the fabric of his boxer.  He looked down at the little girl that
seemed to be enthrall by the movie, staring straight forward intently.  She
must not have been aware of it herself.

   No matter whether she knew or not Thomas was finding it very difficult
to ignore.  It was a very sexual thing she was doing with numerous
implications, or at least it could have been.  It certainly would have been
if it was his wife's hand but if she had taken the notion to tease him on
her own her fingers would be a lot higher than Andrea's were now, most
likely wrapped around his cock.  She didn't tease too much.  She was a get
down to business type of person when it came to sex.  Any foreplay that
they ever did always seemed to be for Thomas' benefit as she claimed it
didn't really do anything for her.

   ...

   Andrea on the other hand seemed content to leave her little hand where
it was.  Thomas knew that he should move it but if she didn't realize what
she was doing and he was enjoying the feeling did it really hurt not to say
anything?  As long as she wasn't teasing him on purpose it wasn't really
wrong on her part.  As for him, he wasn't making her do anything, he was
just enjoying his daughter's touch.  It should help lead him to an
explosive orgasm tonight if her thought about her little hand slipping up
and grabbing his cock.

   Thomas abruptly pushed that thought out of his mind.  He shouldn't
encourage himself.  Instead he let things be and watched the movie.  The
ship had just sprung a leak now.  He laughed quietly to himself, just the
slightest noise, at the thought of the precum that was likely leaking out
of his cock at that very moment.  He thought about reaching his hand below
the blanket and touching himself a little but that seemed too dirty of a
thing to do next to Andrea.

   So Thomas continued to watch the movie.

   ...

   The film continued to play on in front of Andrea and her Daddy, the
vessel quickly taking on water, the passengers scrambling about, some
acting nobly and other turning upon each other.  To someone else it would
surely have been exciting cinema, but for Andrea it was just background
noise now.  The girl's head was too filled with other images, much more
private ones concerning her Daddy.  Of course she had had these thoughts
before, usually late at night when she was alone in her room, buried safely
beneath her blankets.  This was different.  Daddy was right beside her now,
cuddling her beneath the covers stretched over the sofa, and she was
touching him in places that she'd never imagined she would be permitted to
do.

   Even still, Andrea was starting to sense a little bit of fright
beginning to mix with the excitement she was feeling all over her young
body.  She wasn't sure just how far she should go, how far she could go. 
What if Daddy suddenly decided he didn't like what she was doing?  What if
he yelled at her and sent her away?  She didn't think she could handle that
kind of rejection from the person who meant the most to her.

   At the same time, however, it was this fear of the unknown that made
Andrea so excited to begin with.  She was an explorer, venturing into fresh
territory for the first time - grown-up territory.  She wanted to push
forward, to experience as much as she could before this magic time ended.
After all, she only had a short number of days before Mom was back, and
then Daddy wouldn't pay attention to her anymore.

   Andrea let the tips of her fingers descend over the curve that was the
inside of her Daddy's thigh, holding her breath as she felt the back of her
fingertips brushing up against the bulge between his legs.  Andrea knew, at
least in theory, what her fingers had come into contact with.  Mom had
explained the difference between men and women's bodies to her not too long
ago.  She had even let Andrea see a few illustrations in an encyclopedia
they had in the house.  While Andrea had been fascinated by the drawings,
they didn't exactly titillate her.  They were clinical diagrams, nothing
more.

   This was so much different.  This was real.  This was Daddy!  She
thought that her heart might burst in her chest if she kept up the contact.
She nearly forgot to breathe.  The fingers of her other hand began to move,
almost imperceptibly, along the panty-covered cleft of her own young sex.
She was finding it very hard to sit still, but she didn't dare move more
than her fingers.  She didn't want to break the spell of this moment.

   ...

   It was getting harder and harder to ignore.  Andrea's little hand was
trailing ever so slowly to be more between his legs than on his thigh.  He
was enjoying the contact.  That he could not deny.  This was getting
dangerous though.  Andrea still gave no sign of knowledge but the situation
was getting dire and while he wanted to give his daughter the benefit of
the doubt her hand was getting so far out of bounds that it would be hard
to imagine it was ending up there by accident.  And if it wasn't?  How
could he even talk to her about it.

   He had almost stopped watching the movie entirely.  His eyes were on the
screen but the little hand between his legs had began taking up all of his
attention.  Then he felt it, the point where it had gone too far.  He knew
he should stop her but he didn't he just enjoyed the feeling and felt the
tension of the moment and the next thing he knew he felt his little girl's
fingers brush against his balls and the base of his cock through his
boxers.

   That was enough, he couldn't let it go on, mistake or not.  Not wanting
to upset her or ruin anything Thomas cleared his throat and shifting the
way he was sitting.  He still left his arm around her but he sat up more
straight and her little hand was left far behind from where his crotch
went. He no longer had his hand on her thigh either.  Now it was on the
outside of her elbow.  They were still cuddled, just not as comfortably or
as intimately.

   The movie only had another 20 minutes on it.  Surely they could make it
through the rest of that with out incident.  He looked at the clock.  It
would be over by 9:30.  That would be the perfect time for Andrea to start
getting ready for bed.  Hopefully he'd be able to relieve all of this built
up tension in the next one to two hours after he was safely shut away in
his room and his daughter in her own bed asleep.

   ...

   Andrea's little heart was fluttering like crazy in her chest as the
contact between her and Daddy continued under the covers.  She was getting
extremely worked up in her own immature way, and it was getting harder by
the second to keep from doing something that would probably get her into
trouble, like trying to kiss Daddy.  That idea was definitely in her head,
though, and he was so close.  It wouldn't take much more than lifting her
head and closing her eyes and...

   And suddenly everything changed.  Daddy made a noise and twisted on the
sofa, and that was it.  The magical contact was broken.  He'd removed his
hand from her leg, and her own fingers were more or less removed from his.
It was kind of like waking up from a wonderful dream, or maybe emerging
from underwater after holding your breath for a little too long.  It was
disorientation, disappointment, and relief all mixed up together in her
little head.  She took a deep breath to steady herself.  The flushed hue
her face had taken on slowly faded back to her regular, freckled shade of
pale.  She moved her hands away from Daddy, and away from her own
still-far-too-excited sex, and just folded her arms against herself.

   Andrea couldn't help but feel a little bit rejected for a bit as the
movie played to its conclusion on the screen.  Had Daddy only suddenly
become aware of what she was doing, and not liked it?  She supposed that
was probably what had happened.  As much as she wanted to think of herself
as the woman of the house now, she was still just a little girl to Daddy.
How foolish it had been of her to think he'd consider her as anything other
than a child.

   But what if Daddy hadn't noticed?  What if he'd just turned on his own,
without realizing what had happened?  After all, she hadn't been exactly
explicit in her actions or intentions.  If he'd let her, she didn't know
how far she would have gone, but all that had happened in reality was a few
harmless touches.  He might not have been paying attention at all.  This
wasn't exactly a flattering thought, but it did give her renewed hope.  It
would mean Daddy hadn't been rebuffing her, that he wasn't mad, that she
hadn't screwed everything up.

   Andrea smiled as she thought this, and while the movie slowly wound
itself up, she sighed and laid against Daddy, making sure to keep her hands
to herself this time.  She might have been thwarted in her efforts, but she
was certainly not defeated.  She had all week for more opportunities to be
alone with Daddy, and she wouldn't let this one incident dissuade her from
her intentions.  This night wasn't even over, not yet anyway.  She crossed
her fingers beneath the blanket and watched the credits roll on the
television screen.

   ...

   Thomas could see that his movement seemed to have solved the problem and
they watched the rest of the movie without incident.  Just as it was going
off he was even able to relax a little and his cock had changed to more of
a semi erect state.  He was thankful for that.  The credits rolled and they
sat there together.  He was actually a little sleepy himself.  It seemed
that all of the sexual tension had worn him down just a little bit.

   He knew he be awake though once he stood up.  He turned and put his both
arms around Andrea and gave her a nice warm hug.  He made no move to let
her go as he wanted to show her some affection.  She was such a good girl
after all.  She had even given him something to fantasize about tonight. 
The thought of her little hand jerking his cock off as they watched the
movie, pretending nothing was going on.  It was a fantasy that Thomas knew
he shouldn't indulge in but he couldn't lie to himself.  He knew that as he
stroked his cock tonight that the thought would enter his mind.

   They sat there together for a few minutes, the screen had gone dark and
it was was considerable darker in the room itself with the absence of
brighter light from the television.  "I bet you're getting sleepy," he said
to her softly.  "You had a long day today.  School, homework, cooking
dinner and a long movie.  I guess it's time that you start getting yourself
ready for bed.  What did you think of the movie?  I wouldn't have guess
that Titanic would have been your first choice."

   ...

   When her Daddy wrapped his strong arms around her, Andrea gripped him
tight and laid her cheek against his chest, keeping hold of him as long as
she could reasonably get away with.  She closed her eyes and inhaled his
scent.  She always loved the way Daddy smelled, whether he was straight out
of the shower, or after coming home from a hard day's work in the office.
There was just something about him that smelled like Daddy to her.

   While she embraced him and he embraced her, the film finally came to its
conclusion and darkness overwhelmed them.  Andrea continued to cling to
Daddy, turning her face so that her nose and lips were pressed against his
chest through the t-shirt he was wearing.  She thought she could be happy
forever sitting in the dark with his arms around her.  It wasn't the same
exciting feeling like she'd felt while touching Daddy where she'd touched
him under the blanket.  It was just overwhelming love.

   Then Daddy spoke, and Andrea had to open her eyes and listen.  When he
asked if she was "getting sleepy" she shook her head quickly, though it was
pretty obvious to look at her that she was.  "I'm not tired at all.  I
promise," she said, doing her best to keep from yawning.  Daddy was right,
of course.  It had been a long day for Andrea, but she had loved every
minute of it, and she wasn't quite ready for it to be over.

   When Daddy asked her what she had thought of the movie, she shrugged her
shoulders underneath her baggy nightshirt noncommittally.  "It was good, I
guess." She didn't want to admit to Daddy that she hadn't really been
paying attention, and she definitely couldn't tell him what she had been
actually thinking about.  Instead she told him that she had enjoyed it, and
that she hoped they could watch another movie the next night.  Then she
asked, "If I go brush my teeth real quick can I come back downstairs for
just a little while before bed?  Please?"

   ...

   "Hmmm," Thomas sounded as he thought about Andrea's plea.  His little
girl did this from time to time.  Claiming to be able to stay up when he
knew she couldn't.  Odds were if he let her come back down that she would
most likely fall asleep on the couch fairly soon.

   "I tell you what.  I need to catch the news so you can go up and get
ready.  If you really want to you can come back down but only until 10. 
After that you need to be in bed.  You do have school in the morning."

   This seemed to be a good enough deal for Andrea and she bounded off
upstairs.  Thomas stood up and stretched well before walking over to turn
the little media PC off and the cable box on.  He search around for the
news program her wanted and set about to tidying up the living room,
placing the pillows and the throw blanket back in their places.  He
believed in cleaning messes before they could form up and would rather
clean a little bit constantly rather than try to clean up a large mess
latter.

   He suspected that when Andrea came back down she'd want to cuddle a
little and then would likely fall asleep either next to him or on his lap.
He had carried her upstairs on several occasions.  She usually went to bed
on time but when she asked to stay up he and his wife rarely ever said no
as she usually asked for so little.

   Thomas sat back down thinking about the evening they had had together.
As far as a father/daughter evening he had hoped that it had gone well.  He
thought it had at any rate.  He had hopes that this week might start to
make up for the inattention he had been showing to Andrea and that perhaps
they might even make some memories that she'd remember for the rest of her
life.

   He sat on the couch waiting for his little girl to come back to him.

   ...

   Andrea grinned happily at her Daddy's acquiescence to her request, then
turned on her bare heel and leaped off up the stairs to finish getting
ready for bed.  She was already dressed in her nightshirt so she didn't
really need to change again.  Instead she headed right for the bathroom,
closing the door behind her and fetching her toothbrush.  As she placed a
dab of paste upon the bristles, she peeked at herself in the mirror,
considering the evening that had happened so far.  The dressing up, the
cooking, the serving, the movie time, and especially the cuddling - she had
enjoyed it all immensely.  She hoped the next several days she had Daddy to
herself went as well as this one.

   But, she reminded herself, Monday wasn't over yet.  Daddy was going to
be waiting for her to join him for a little while longer, and she certainly
didn't want to keep him waiting, so she stopped daydreaming and started
tooth-brushing.  Andrea had perfect little white teeth, and she was proud
of the fact that she'd never had one cavity yet.  She had only recently
lost the last of her baby teeth, which she thought of as very important,
and her adult teeth were mostly fully grown in.  She spat out the frothy
tooth paste and rinsed her mouth, then smiled brightly into the mirror to
make sure she hadn't missed anything.

   When she was satisfied that she had done a thorough enough job, she
opened the medicine cabinet to replace the tooth paste, and something
caught her eye.  She picked up a very thin, short bottle.  It was a perfume
sample that Mom must have left in the bathroom and had been put away in the
medicine cabinet by mistake.  She unscrewed the cap and gave the bottle a
sniff, smiling when the scent of lilacs hit her nose.  It was a very mild
aroma, definitely not something overpowering, and Andrea enjoyed the smell
of it.

   She paused.  She wondered if Mom would notice if she just used a tiny
bit, maybe just to scent her hair a little bit.  Mom always had such nice
smelling hair, and she had seen Daddy taking a whiff of it when they spent
time together on the sofa.  If Daddy enjoyed it when Mom's hair smelled
nice, maybe she should try to add just a tiny bit to her own hair.  A quiet
voice in the back of her head told her that she should know better than to
fiddle with any of Mom's cosmetics, but she quickly quashed that voice in
her eagerness to make herself perfect for Daddy.  She bent her head forward
and fanned her brown hair out across the top of the sink, then started
spraying a little of the scented liquid here and there.  When she thought
she'd added enough, but not so much as to be obnoxious, she straightened up
again and ran a brush through her messed up locks, evening them out and
dispersing the perfume.

   After she put the perfume bottle away, she rinsed out the sink and
washed her hands, drying them on the towel that hung by the sink.  Then she
hurried back down the stairs to find Daddy again.  He'd already cleaned up
the living room, which was typical for Daddy.  He never allowed even little
messes to lay undisturbed for long.  She was a little disappointed that she
wouldn't be able to cuddle under the blanket with him a bit longer, but he
was still on the sofa watching the news.  Even though Andrea found news
shows to be dreadfully boring, she certainly wasn't going to say that to
Daddy and get sent off to bed right away.

   Instead she hopped onto the couch, practically in his lap, announcing
that she was "All Done, Daddy!".  She slippped her slender arm around his
neck and smiled up at him, hoping he wouldn't make her move back to her own
cushion, at least not immediately.  She also started to wonder if Daddy
would kiss her goodnight when he finally sent her to bed.  Those
butterflies started to flutter in her tummy again as she thought about
grown-up kisses with Daddy, and she began daring herself to give him one,
or at least to take advantage of the moment if he tried to kiss her.

   ...

   Thomas was hardly surprised when Andrea jumped into his lap.  Growing up
or not she was still daddy's little girl and he didn't see her favorite
spot to sit changing anytime soon.  She was very cute as she looked up at
him seemingly proud of herself for getting ready for bed.  He grabbed her
head playfully in his left arm, pulling it to his chest to snuggle her
against him.

   He actually loved the feeling of Andrea in his lap, it was a strange
mixture of the loving feeling that a father has when holding his daughter
and his new found arousal that he had been having today from his naughty
thoughts.  Her little night shirt and her bare legs, him in his T-shirt and
boxers, an erection being that much harder to hide with the extra layer of
clothing removed.  It was a type of comfort that could suggest intimacy if
this were his wife and not his daughter.

   "Tonight was really nice Andrea," He suddenly spoke up after several
minutes of silence.  "I'm glad that we have this time together, this week.
I just want to say that I'm sorry that we haven't spent more time together
recently.  I plan on trying to start to make that up to you while we are by
ourselves.  I think that it's a really good thing and while I'm not glad
that your Grandma got sick or your Mom had to go away I am glad that we got
this time alone together." He hugged her warmly as the broadcast droned on.

   ...

   Andrea beamed at her Daddy as he told her how happy he was to spend time
with her.  All her doubts and anxieties that had plagued her throughout the
evening, wondering if she had done this or that thing right or well enough,
or whether he was uncomfortable with how close they had gotten during movie
time, those all fell away.  Daddy was happy and she was in his arms, and
that was all that could possibly matter.

   "Me too, Daddy," is what she said in reply.  "I mean, I miss Mom and
stuff and I hope her trip goes well, but I'm really happy I get to spend
time with you this week.  I want everything to be perfect for us." As soon
as she said it, she decided she really liked the sound of the word 'us'
when referring to herself and Daddy, almost as if they were a couple.  She
said it again to herself, just under her breath.

   Andrea leaned back against Daddy's chest, wrapping both of her arms
around his and pulling it tight around her middle.  She watched in silence
for a few more minutes as the news continued, and her mind wandered.  She
was casually stroking Daddy's forearm with all of her fingers, playing with
his short hairs, keeping herself entertained in spite of what was on the
television.

   However, after about ten minutes she was getting restless.  If she spent
any more time trying to focus on boring stories about foreign countries and
old politicians she was sure she would fall asleep.  That was the last
thing she wanted to do.  Instead she turned, lifting one knee and setting
it down on the other side of Daddy's lap so that she was facing him,
straddling his boxers.  The thin strip of her "Monday" panties was all that
separated her private area from them.  She wrapped both of her arms around
Daddy's neck and leaned forward to block his view, her face only a few
inches away from his.

   She wasn't sure what she was doing, really.  Just sitting like this made
her get the butterflies again.  She was suddenly aware of how close Daddy's
mouth was to hers.  "Daddy," she said quietly, "Do you think I'm pretty? 
Not like little girl pretty, but really pretty?" As she asked this, she let
her fingertips wander over Daddy's shoulders and the back of his neck.

   ...

   As Thomas sat there with Andrea enjoying the news he was caught a little
off guard as Andrea suddenly moved.  He wasn't shocked, not at first.  Then
her little pussy was sitting right on top of his cock.  He instantly grew
hard again as his little girl straddled him.  Her face was right in front
of his and she leaned forward as if to kiss him.

   He even felt a pull.  An invisible force that threatened to pull his
lips to her.  It was the type of thing you did when someone was on top of
you this way and was this close to you.  A natural human instinct.  One he
had to fight.  The little vixen was suddenly talking to him, quietly and
sweetly.  Sweet wasn't even the right word.  It was something else. 
"Daddy, do you think I'm pretty?  Not like little girl pretty, but really
pretty?"

   He was acutely aware of several things.  Her fresh smelling breath, her
fingertips touching at his shoulders, her beautiful hair spilling down on
either side of her pretty face, the warm feeling pressing against his cock,
the fact that her panties seemed to be just slightly damp (or at least he
thought).  If this was his wife he would be kissing her right now.  His
hand would be squeezing and caressing her ass and he cock would be grinding
up against her.

   This was not his wife though.  He kept reminding himself of that. 
"Yes," he answered a little unsure.  He knew what she meant, at least he
thought she did.  "I think you are very pretty.  I think you're beautiful,"
he said.  He fingered the remote turning off the TV.  "Don't you think it's
time to go to sleep sweetheart?  It's ten o'clock now." Thomas had no idea
what time it was for sure but he knew it had to at least been close to ten.
Andrea was still so close to him.  He felt like he needed to get her away.
Or something might happen.

   ...

   Andrea waited for Daddy's reply, almost holding her breath.  The tension
of the moment, at least in her young mind, was excruciating, but in a
wonderful way.  She almost didn't want him to answer.  She didn't want
whatever he said to break the spell that seemed to be hovering over them.
As close as they were, she could feel his breath on her face, see herself
reflected in his eyes, and the butterflies in her tummy were getting a
million times more fluttery.

   She suddenly felt movement beneath her, between her outstretched thighs.
It almost startled her, but just as soon as she registered it, it occurred
to her what it might be.  A few months ago, when Mom had taught her the
difference between boys' and girls' bodies, she'd told Andrea how when a
boy really likes a girl, sometimes his penis would get hard.  "Erect",
she'd called it.  Mom hadn't really gone into much detail about why this
happened, or what happened next.  She said Andrea was really too young to
understand.

   Was Daddy getting "erect"?  If he was, that must mean he really liked
her, and that thought caused Andrea's heart to leap in her chest.  Suddenly
she wanted nothing more than to squish herself against her Daddy and kiss
him.  She wanted it so bad that her ears were buzzing, and she almost
didn't catch his actual answer.  She only heard the last part, where Daddy
told her he thought she was beautiful.  She could have died right there.

   Then the TV went off behind her, and for a moment they were in the dark
again.  Andrea thought that this moment would be just about the most
perfect time ever for her to finally do what she'd been daring herself to
do all night.  But before she could begin to move closer, Daddy spoke
again, snapping her back to reality.  He was telling her it was time for
her to go to sleep.  Andrea slumped a little in his lap.  Then inspiration
hit her again.  She thought this would be a very big stretch, and that
Daddy would almost certainly say no, but what if he didn't?  It was worth a
shot, and Andrea resolved herself to take it.

   "Daddy, since Mom is gone and its just the two of us in the house..."
She wasn't sure how she should phrase the request.  She pushed on.  "Do you
think maybe just this once I could sleep in your room with you?"

   ...

   Thomas' cock twitched at the question.  She was being so sensual.  Why
was he finding his little girl so tempting.  A million things seemed to run
though his mind all at once and he felt like there was a knot in his
stomach.  If he didn't jerk off soon he thought he would die.  "Um,
sweetheart, I don't think that would be a good idea.  We both need our
sleep.  I don't know if I would be able to sleep very well if you were in
bed with me." That part was true.  "I would be worried that I might crush
you or something be accident." That part was only partly true.

   It was taking every ounce of his will power not to let his hips push up
into her.  He couldn't take it any longer.  "Andrea, you really need to get
up now.  You need to go to bed and so does daddy.  I'm sorry, but you can't
sleep in my bed tonight." Thomas was beginning to feel like a teenager only
this time he was talking the girl out of sex.  Wait a minute.  What?  What
did he just admit to.  His mind was getting too confused.  He was resisting
so many natural urges.  The urge to thrust, the urge to kiss the urge to
grab.  Not even Nancy had gotten him this hot in a long time.

   "Come on," he tried his best not to sound like he was pleading.  "You
want to be a good girl for daddy right?  Let's get you in bed okay?" He
felt powerless to remove her from his lap himself.  He prayed that she
wouldn't put up a fight and move on her own.

   ...

   Andrea listened to her Daddy's words, and she could hear by the tone in
his voice that he really meant what he said.  She let out a little sigh and
slowly, very reluctantly, she let go of his neck.  "Yes, Daddy," she said,
trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice as she slid back over
his bare thighs and landed on her feet.  For a moment her nightshirt was
still folded up around her waist, giving Daddy a clear view of her tiny
panties, and if it was a bit brighter he'd have noticed that they did
indeed have a small wet spot in the front, but in a few heartbeats the
fabric fell around her thighs once again.

   She really didn't have any right to be so disappointed.  She had known
Daddy wouldn't have let her sleep in his bed.  Mom and Daddy hadn't let her
do that in years.  She wasn't even clear in her young mind what exactly she
would have done if Daddy had said yes.  She had just wanted to know what it
felt like to share a bed with him, not as a little girl who sneaks in
during a thunderstorm or after she's had a bad dream, but like Mom shared
Daddy's bed.  Like a lover.  Whatever might have happened between
them...touching...kissing...would have only sweetened the experience.

   At least, she told herself, she had several more days with Daddy.  This
one night might be coming to an end, but tomorrow would be just as special,
maybe even more so.  "Will you tuck me in at least?" she asked Daddy,
already reaching out for his big hands, trying to drag him off of the sofa
and toward the stairs that led up to their mutual bedrooms.  "And give me a
kiss goodnight?"

   ...

   "Well of course sweetheart." He never would have thought of not doing
that.  Thomas stood up and quickly shifted his cock in the process to trap
the head in his waistband that was covered by his shirt.  He wasn't ashamed
of his erection but he didn't want his cock pointing straight at his
daughter when he stood up either.  The last thing he wanted were a bunch of
questions about what was in his shorts.

   Thomas quickly checked the front and back doors to make sure they were
locked before returning to the living room and taking Andrea by the hand.
He had envisioned the night ending with him carrying the sleeping girl
upstairs but she was much too awake to fall asleep.  He just hoped that
when he did get in his room to finally be able to relieve himself that
Andrea didn't come knocking on his door in the middle of it.

   He walked her up the stairs and down the hall to her cute little room.
Though she was getting older she still had it decorated with a lot of
"little girl's things." He was suspecting for those decoration to slowly
disappear over the years.  She'd likely always remain young at heart and
very girly he thought.

   He walked to her bed and pulled her blankets down.  As she climbed in he
got another quick peak at her panty clad ass and this time did see the
little damp spot that he thought was there.  He figured that that was only
natural though since she had been relaxing with him and all comfortable for
so long.  He knew that sometimes Nancy got a little wet even if she wasn't
turned on per say.  He wondered what type of things she'd want to buy at
the mall tomorrow.  He smiled and pulled the covers up to her chin.  "I
hope you sleep well tonight and I'll see you in the morning.  I love you
sweetheart," he said to her warmly as he leaned down to kiss her pretty
little lips.

   ...

   Andrea held tight to her Daddy's fingers as he led her up the steps. 
She leaned against him as they walked, enjoying even this incidental
contact.  When they finally made it to her door, she stepped in before
Daddy and pulled him in after her.  For some reason she felt compelled to
close the door behind him.  She couldn't say why.  She just liked the idea
of both of them in that small room together, closed off from the rest of
the world.

   Instead, she watched as Daddy pulled her covers aside and gestured for
her to hop in.  She sat on the edge of the bed, lifting her feet from the
floor and sliding them beneath the blanket.  She always loved getting
tucked in, though usually it was Mom who did it.  She waited for Daddy to
pull the covers up across her body, just staring up at his handsome face.
Inwardly she sighed again, thinking about how wonderful the day had been,
even if it hadn't ended just the way she'd hoped.

   Daddy pulled the blanket tight over her whole body, leaving just her
small head exposed, just the way she liked it.  He was wishing her a good
night sleep and telling her he'd see her tomorrow.  That he loved her.  She
beamed up at him, about to tell him that she loved him too, and that she
couldn't wait to go to the mall with him after school, but before she had
even begun to speak, Daddy was leaning down to kiss her.

   She froze.  A million things ran through her head at once.  This is what
she'd been waiting for all evening.  She'd been trying to force herself to
do this all night, and here was Daddy, making it so easy for her.  Did she
dare go through with it?  What if she did, and he reacted angrily?  It
would ruin the rest of their week, for sure.  Then he'd definitely tell
Mom. What would she say?  How angry would she be?  Would she think Andrea
was trying to replace her?

   But what if Daddy didn't get angry?  What if she really kissed him, and
he really kissed her back?  What if it was the most amazing moment of her
young life?  What if he didn't want to stop?  What if he just kept kissing
her all night long?  Andrea's tummy was in knots as all this went through
her head in the fraction of a second before Daddy's lips came into contact
with her own, and when that physical connection was finally made, so was
her mind made up.

   She lifted her head off of her pink pillowcase to press her lips more
firmly against Daddy's, her eyes only half closed, and she started to kiss
him the way she'd done in her head so many times.  It was a warm, wet,
grown-up kiss.  Her lips were like two pink waves that parted and then came
together again, working their way against and between his own.  The very
tip of her tongue touched the gap she made between Daddy's lips, tasting
him for the very first time.  The seconds seemed to have ground to a halt
for Andrea.  She never wanted them to start up again.  She knew with fresh
clarity that this was what she wanted, what she had always wanted, and she
didn't ever want to give it up.

   ...

   Thomas was slightly caught of guard by the way that Andrea pressed her
lips back against his.  He thought he had a few inches before he made
contact.  It wasn't the way that she normally kissed him either.  It wasn't
the quick peck or the smooch that they usually traded.  Andrea was giving
him more of an actual kiss.  This didn't really bother him in the first few
seconds.  He figured that she was just trying something new.  Perhaps the
way that she had seen people kissing in the movie they had just watched
together.

   But harmless soon turned to questionable as the little girl parted her
lips.  He could feel the wetness against his lips and then the soft feeling
of her little tongue touching his lips.  Should he play along a little so
as not to hurt her feelings?  Before he even finished asking himself the
question he discovered that his lips had started kissing her back softly of
their own accord.

   He realized that he had parted his lips in return himself, her action
drawing out a natural reaction for him and his own tongue had already moved
to lick at her mouth and touch her own little pink muscle.  He panicked and
almost backed away but two things ran through his mind.  This was kind of
his daughter's first kiss and he didn't want to ruin it for her by quickly
pulling away as if it were wrong.  The second thing was a darker though
where he questioned what the harm was in a little kissing.  After all he
had already started fantasizing about his little girl already.  He was
about to blow his load to her when he was alone in his bedroom.  She
started it so what was the harm in enjoying it a little.

   If the last thought wasn't enough the first was and he continued kissing
Andrea back, telling himself that it was for her benefit.  He reached down
and softly put the palm of his right hand against the side of her face and
kissed her back.  He used his lips and his tongue but he didn't let
anything more than the very tip pass into her mouth.

   He had no idea how long he kissed her.  It felt like it was forever but
he know that it had been short.  He slowly pulled away from her mouth. 
"Andrea.  That was a very special kiss we just shared," he spoke steady but
his heart was racing wildly.  "That isn't the type of kiss that daddies and
their little girls share so it will have to be our secret okay?  We
shouldn't be kissing like that but I hope you liked it all the same." He
moved his hand up to the top of her head and smiled at her.  "Good night
sweetheart."

   Thomas didn't wait for an answer.  She seemed a little dazed and
breathless and he used the opportunity to leave before she could say
anything.  He had to get out of her room and into his own.  Now!

   Thomas shut the door behind him and hurried down the hall.  He shut his
own door and locked it behind him, pulling at his clothes to get them off
as quickly as he could.  He stripped completely and half ran over to his
dresser to pull out a small bottom of lube.  He jumped onto the bed and
squirted a generous amount into the palm of his right hand.  The same hand
he had just caressed Andrea's cheek with.  He grasped his cock quickly, not
even noticing how cold the lubricant felt and started jerking of furiously.


   He pumped as hard and as fast as he could, he was so built up and so
turned on.  He tried to think of anything other than Andrea but the only
thing that he could think of was her straddling him on the couch earlier,
her face right in front of his and her damp pussy pressed down against his
cock, only in this fantasy the kiss they had shared in the bedroom was also
happening between them while she was atop him.  He could almost feel her
hot weight there and he groaned a little, as quietly as he could.  His lips
pressed firmly against each other as pleasure over took him and his feet
pointed straight and out as his legs tensed.

   He had never came so quickly in recent memory as cum torrented out of
the fat head of his cock shooting everywhere.  Quite a bit of it landed on
his chest but there were several shots that landed on the comforter and a
few that hit the pillows.  His orgasm felt like it lasted for at least a
full minute if not more...  and there was so much cum.  He found himself
holding his breath because of the intensity of it and as it began to wash
warmly away he relaxed and exhaled in a sigh all at the same time.

   He had no idea what to think about what had ran through his head and he
figured that for the moment all he wanted to do was forget about it.  Lying
there waiting to recover he knew that after something like that, if he
didn't go ahead and get up and clean up he would most likely wake in the
middle of the night sticky and covered in cum still.

   Thomas rose slowly.  He cock was still hard and if Nancy was he'd have
probably fucked her twice tonight had he been this excited but he was
relieved enough.  Thomas cleaned all of his spunk off of everything as best
as he could and redressed.  Before he went to sleep he unlocked his door
but still left it closed in the even that Andrea needed him in the middle
of the night.  Once everything was in order he climbed under the covers and
quickly drifted off to sleep himself.

   ...

   It was as if Andrea's entire universe, her whole reason for existing,
her present, past and future, were all bundled up in this moment.  As her
lips pressed more eagerly against her Daddy's mouth, she felt everything
that had been bottled up inside her simply wash away, replaced by a glow
that was more amazing than anything she'd ever felt.  She couldn't believe
that she had actually taken this step, actually gone through with it.  At
the same moment, she felt as if what was happening right now was
inevitable.

   And then the most wonderful thing in the world happened.  Daddy began to
kiss her back, and really kiss her, the way she'd seen him kissing Mom a
thousand times just before they parted in the morning or late at night when
they thought they were alone on the couch watching some romantic movie.  He
was kissing Andrea like a lover, and she knew now that this is all she ever
really wanted from Daddy, to be his lover and to please him the way a woman
is supposed to please a man.  Even if she wasn't completely certain of
everything that entailed, still she knew its what she was meant for.  She
reveled in the touch of Daddy's lips, the feel of his warm, wet tongue as
it reached out to meet her own, the way they danced together between them,
connecting them in a magical way.

   As Daddy reached out to cradle her young face, she let out a tiny little
moan, something that her young body had rarely done.  She couldn't help
herself.  His touch was so tender.  It communicated so much to her. 
Daddy's tenderness, his experience, and of course his love, were all bound
up in that touch, as far as she was concerned.  She wanted to reach out to
him as well, to run the thin fingers of her own hand through the back of
his short hair, to let him know how badly she needed this, how happy he was
making her, and how terribly she wanted to make him happy as well.

   But just as she was beginning to move, Daddy broke the kiss, pulling
away from her.  The ending wasn't abrupt or jolting, as if he'd simply
jerked himself away from her.  But there was a finality to it all the same.
Andrea knew that the moment was over.  Then Daddy was speaking to her
again. She was so flushed, so breathless, so awash in the mix of familial
and sexual emotions, the two seemingly blurred together in her brain, that
she had a hard time understanding what he was saying to her.  She did
recognize that he wasn't angry or upset, that he wouldn't judge her for
what she'd done.  She comprehended when he told her that what had just
happened would have to remain a secret.  She certainly wasn't going to tell
anyone, not even Mom.  Especially not Mom.

   Before she could open her mouth to let Daddy know how wonderful this
moment had been for her, he was turning away from her and heading out the
door.  She thought for a moment about just jumping out of bed and running
after him.  What would she do if she caught him?  She had no idea.  All she
knew was that her heart was racing and her ears were buzzing and the
butterflies were going crazy in her stomach, and the charge she felt
between her legs, that special feeling she had only recently begun to
associate with boys, with men, with Daddy, had grown almost unbearably
intense.  She didn't think she could just lie there.  She thought she might
explode.

   After a minute or two she sat up, pulling the covers off of herself and
sliding to the floor.  She began to walk.  She didn't know where she was
going, but she knew she had to move.  She had to do something with this
feeling inside her.  She found her hand on the knob of her bedroom door
without even meaning to reach out to it, and before thinking, she turned it
and crossed into the hall.  Everything was dark.  She leaned against the
wall beside the entrance to her bedroom and tried to get control of
herself. Her fingers were wringing against each other, her legs were shaky
underneath her, and her face was still pink.

   She started to move down the hall toward Mom and Daddy's room.  She
thought she could hear Daddy in there, rummaging around for something, or
maybe that was just her heart beating in her ears.  As she approached the
door she definitely heard him climb into bed.  Maybe if she was quiet she
could see him through the keyhole of the old door.  She decided to try for
a glimpse.  Lowering herself almost to her knees, she pressed her face
against the door just beneath the knob, and she tried to make out what was
happening inside.  It was almost as dark in there as it was out in the
hall, but Andrea thought she could make out Daddy's shape on the bed.  He
was moving, doing something she didn't really comprehend at first.  His
hand was in his lap, moving up and down.  She really couldn't make out any
details, but for some reason, the sight sent fresh tingles through her,
like little electric currents that ended right at the junction of her
thighs.

   As Andrea watched her Daddy, her own fingers wandered beneath the hem of
her nightshirt almost without any conscious guidance.  Before she was aware
of it, one hand had pushed the strip of panties that was covering her
tingling netherlips aside, and she was stroking her labia, pushing them
apart.  Andrea hand't really masturbated before.  She'd touched herself
down there when she'd gotten excited, but never like this.  Her fingers
began to probe and pull and rub along her valley, and eventually the tips
of the digits concentrated themselves at the top of her mound.

   She watched, transfixed, as Daddy moved his hand faster in his lap, and
she thought she heard him making soft sounds, something like the sounds she
sometimes heard when he and Mom were alone in there late at night, when
they were making love.  Was Daddy making love to himself?  And what was she
doing?  Whatever it was, it felt amazing, and she didn't want to stop.  her
thighs quivered against her hand as she rubbed faster, and her small bottom
rose and fell behind her as she began to rock her hips against the air.  It
was becoming almost impossible for her to keep quiet, though she bit her
lips together as hard as she could.

   Suddenly Daddy was stopping, and he just sort of collapsed there in the
bed.  Andrea wondered why he'd stopped.  Had he perhaps heard her?  Or
maybe he'd suddenly fallen asleep?  The second was definitely not the case,
because in a moment he was getting up, and Andrea felt her heart fly to her
mouth.  He must have heard her!  She straightened up fast, turned on her
bare feet and rushed as quickly as she could without making too much noise
back to her own bedroom.  She leaped into her bed and buried herself under
her covers, closing her eyes tight.  She listened.  Silence reigned in the
hall.  Maybe Daddy hadn't heard her after all.

   At any rate, she didn't think she could risk getting up again, and the
sudden fright had at least partly dispelled the feeling between her legs.
After a few moments, when she finally calmed down, she felt almost normal
again.  Realizing for the first time since the movie was ending just how
tired she was, she curled up beneath the blanket and tucked her head into
her pillow.  Eventually sleep overcame her, and she drifted away, dreaming
vague dreams of Daddy until the morning came.

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