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 Title: First Encounter
Part: 1
Author: Bobbi Rider
Universe: April
Keywords: Mg(11), 1st, inc, cons, ped
Summary: The first encounter between a girl and her father.
LastUpdate: February 6th, 2016
Created: February 4th, 2016
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   INTRODUCTION

   I never imagined doing this.  I thought I would be one of the good ones.
Surely there must be some...  people like me...  who never go through on
their fantasies.  We only hear about the ones who get caught, not the ones
who spend a lifetime suffering in silence.  Now I'm a step closer to being
one that you hear about in the news.

   Except for the occasional lapse in willpower, I had been good for so
long.  I had no more collection to be found, no more printed stories of
twisted delights.  Time had made me wise to the dangers that I was unaware
of when I first looked for pictures of people my own age on the Internet,
so many years ago.  Only occasionally did I remember that I had broken one
of the most serious laws; me, the perfectly law-abiding person who is
afraid to skip out on paying the bus fare.

   When my daughter was born, I spent two weeks in panic that I hid from
the world.  Very well, I hope.  After so many years of keeping a part of
myself secret, lies come naturally to me.  Every diaper change, every bath
time brought my hidden fear to the surface again.  I had thought about this
when we decided to have a baby.  I had such strict morals about consent,
surely there is no way I would be tempted to follow through on my darker
side.  Yet the question bubbled to the top of my head every time I saw her
tiny slit.

   Two weeks passed, and I had resisted temptation.  The darkness faded
into the background.  Play time, diaper time, and bath time passed without
incident for me.  Maybe it was the pure exhaustion every new parent goes
through.  Maybe I had defeated my demons...  temporarily.

   All of that changed last month.  It was her eleventh birthday, and I was
in for the surprise of my life.



   CHAPTER 1 - SEDUCTION

   "...  Happy birthday to you!" Clapping drowned out any other sound for a
moment, as my daughter April paused for a moment to wish and blew out the
candles.  My wife, Linda, patted her on the back and started to cut the
cake for the herd of preteen girls and boys around her.  I stood back and
watched from against the wall, content to let them be the center of
attention.  I've never been the social type.

   My thoughts drifted to my wife.  Beautiful still at 35, with curves that
make it ever so fun to smack her fine ass.  Pregnancy had been kind to her
breasts, keeping them full and bouncy.  Her red hair flowed like lava from
her roots to the small of her back.  Yes, she was a keeper.

   Looking at her breasts reminded me of last week.  Her breasts were
adorable when they were tied up; they also turned a lovely shade of red
when slapped.  My hand was still slightly sore from our exertions.

   "Honey, could you get April her presents?"

   My mind snapped back into the present.  "Sure thing!" I said, and walked
over to the couch to start picking presents out for my daughter.  I chose
one with green foil wrapping paper and brought it over to April.  "How
about this one, my love?"

   "Yay!" she said, and started tearing at the wrapping paper.  She was
always so happy, my adorable daughter, at least when I was around.  My wife
sometimes told me horror stories, but I never experienced them for some
reason.  April had inherited her mom's hair; light, wavy, and a deep red.
Her girlish figure was starting to plump with the early signs of puberty.

   I smiled and tousled her hair, then walked back to prepare the next
present.  My mind turned to a darker place for a moment, wondering what it
would be like to pull her head back sharply and bury my teeth in her... 
no. Mustn't think like that.  Not about her.  You've been so good.

   The next present was a cheery red with colored balloons.  I picked it
up, and started my way back to my daughter.

   --- Later that evening...

   My wife had left, to drive some of the children home.  Afterwards, she
was heading out to her yoga class.  Yoga was usually followed by coffee, so
I knew I had the evening to plan some birthday fun with my girl.

   "So, big girl, what do you want to do for the rest of the evening?" I
asked her.  Being a parent of a preteen, and it being 2015, I knew what the
answer was going to be.

   She looked up at me with a huge grin and yelled "Can we watch Frozen,
Daddy??  Please?!"

   Of course.  Well a movie wouldn't be that bad.  Secretly, I really liked
the movie.  Don't tell the other dads out there.

   "Of course, sweetie.  Let's go make some popcorn to go with it!"

   She skipped into the kitchen ahead of me, and pulled out the microwave
bag.  "Here you go, Daddy!"

   "Thanks!" I ripped open the wrapper, put it in the microwave, and turned
it on.  My girl bounced around, singing "Let It Go" in an adorable voice as
the popping slowly started, quickened, and then died away.

   Placing the popcorn in a bowl, we went back to the living room to the
couch.  Popcorn on the table, I sat against the back of the sectional and
she jumped up after me.

   "Can we cuddle, daddy?" she asked.

   "Hmmm....  well...  since it's your birthday, I guess we could allow
it," I joked back at her.

   She giggled - her giggle is infectious and adorable - and shuffled
herself between my legs, to lie with her back to my chest.  Using the
remote, I started up the TV and DVD player.  The intro screen for Frozen
jumped up.  Of course it was still in the player.  I wasn't not sure
anything else has been in awhile.

   I hit the play button, and we relaxed into the couch for another evening
of relaxing father-daughter time.  Or so I thought.  Her off-key singing
kept me entertained, as I tried to match it against the last time we
watched to see if she had improved.  It was a little better, I thought.

   After Hans and Anna kissed for the first time, I felt her stir. 
"Daddy...  tell me about kissing?" she asked.  Her voice was very quiet and
halting.  I could tell she was nervous about something.

   "What do you want to know, sweetie?" My wife and I had agreed on a
policy of openness about sex and intimacy, but only to the limits of her
questions.

   "You and Mommy kiss me, but this is different.  What makes it
different?"

   "Well, Mommy and I love you as parents.  We watch out for you and
protect you from the world.  Hans and Anna are in love.  The people who
love you also should watch out for you and protect you, but they also share
special moments together.  That makes the kissing different."

   She digested this for a moment, as she watched the on-screen action.

   "Don't we share special moments, Daddy?"

   "We do sweetie, but they're...  different.  When you're in love with
somebody, you might feel...  well, remember when you said you felt tingly?"

   I watched her cheek turn red.  "Uh-huh?"

   "Well, when you're in love, the other person makes you feel tingly.  You
do lots of things together, and you might even make babies together. 
That's how Mommy and Daddy feel about each other."

   Silence followed, as the movie continued on into what must be the ten
thousandth time I've heard "Let It Go".  Her off-key singing continued, and
I even joined in.  Afterwards, she snuggled closer to me.

   "Daddy...  I feel...  tingly..."

   I knew what she meant.  Having her in this close proximity and having a
conversation about sex with her was making me feel tingly as well.  I
shoved that feeling down, as inappropriate.  This was my daughter, she
needed a protector and good advice, not a molester.

   "It's normal to feel tingly sometime.  Do you want to go to your room
for privacy?" This was our secret code for masturbation.  We had made our
feelings clear to her awhile ago.  It's not wrong, but it needs to be done
in private.  Not everyone reacts well to our attitude, thus the code.

   "I think so.  But I'm scared that the boogeyman might break in.  Can you
come stand watch outside the door?"

   Ah yes, the boogeyman.  The latest in a series of imaginary threats to
her "privacy" and sleep-time.  "Sure, dear," I said.  "I can stand watch in
the hallway.  Daddy has some emails to look at anyways."

   "Okay, Daddy!"

   I paused the DVD and we went upstairs.  She opened her door, turned,
waved at me, then closed it.  I sat in the stairwell, where I could see her
door but not hear, and turned on my smartphone.  My work kept me very busy,
and emails were a near constant thing for me.

   Halfway into a reply about a purchase order that hadn't been filled
properly, I heard my daughter yell "Daddy, daddy, come quick!"

   I leapt up, and rushed into her room.  "What's wro..." I started, and
then trailed off.  My daughter was naked on the bed, her glistening fingers
on her thighs, and she was looking at me with an almost...  seductive look
on her face.

   I couldn't help but look down at her bare naked pussy.  It was a little
bit red around the lips from her attentions, and clearly slick with fluid.
She was breathing heavily, and her budding breasts heaved up and down. 
Tiny nipples poked out from them, with a barely noticeable areola. 
Instantly, I had an erection.

   "Daddy, I felt...  it was so good, daddy, but it was scary.  My whole
body felt like an earthquake!  I couldn't stop trembling, Daddy, it just
rolled over me and it was so good and," she rambled on for a bit.

   I knew in a moment what had happened.  Her first real orgasm, and she
yelled for me to come in.  That's awkward, but I didn't want to think she
had done anything wrong.  I calmly sat down beside her bed, and pulled the
sheets up over her.

   "Honey, that's called an orgasm.  When you masturbate, it feels good. 
Eventually it feels so good that your body shudders and you get a big burst
of pleasure.  That's an orgasm.  For boys, it makes them ejaculate semen,
which matches up with a girl's egg to make a baby.  For girls, it mostly
just feels good.  But orgasms, like masturbation, are a private thing,
baby. You should only share them with people you love and feel close to."

   "I know, daddy.  But I felt so good, I wanted to share it with you.  I
love you daddy, and I feel really close to you.  I...  I get tingly around
you.  Is that wrong?"

   Gods.  Why this question?  Why this reaction?  Why this feeling?  This
isn't supposed to happen.  I had been so careful to avoid anything close to
grooming, even letting my wife do most of the sex talks.  I took a moment
to calm myself before replying.

   "It's not wrong, dear.  We can't control how we feel.  But it's not
appropriate for us to share these moments.  You will find somebody,
someday, who is closer to your own age to share them with."

   "But why isn't it appropriate?"

   How to answer this one...  "Well, you see...  some daddies lie to their
children, and trick them into having special moments.  They might record
them and share them with other people.  That's wrong, because you own your
body.  Nobody should be making you do things or sharing it without your
permission.  And people decided that daddies and mommies are too close to
their children, that they can convince them of things even if those things
are wrong.  They also decided that you are too young, even at eleven, to
understand what might happen.  Remember, we talked about consent."

   "Yees...  that's when you hav' to tell somebody what you're thinking of
doing, and then ask them if it's okay before you do it, right?"

   "Exactly.  When you're too young, you can't always know what that thing
is or what it might do to you.  So they only want you to share special
moments with people about your age."

   "I understand, daddy.  But you're not those daddies.  I feel safe with
you."

   "I know, sweetie.  But it's in our own interest."

   We sat there for a moment.  I congratulated myself on maintaining my
willpower, and avoiding a tough situation.  Then, it happened.

   "Daddy..." she started, her hand slowly sliding under the covers again.
"I want to tell you.  I think about you when I masturbate.  I get so tingly
when I am with you, all alone.  You are always so protective, that it makes
me feel completely safe.  Can you just stay, daddy, and make me feel safe.
I want to feel an...  an or-gas-m again."

   My rock hard cock said one thing.  Slowly I felt my demons slipping in.
Surely this couldn't be that bad.  My wife would probably never know and,
if she did know, then I could explain it away as helping her feel
comfortable with sex.  She didn't know about my demons, she wouldn't
suspect a thing.  And my daughter was very adorable...  her little moans
that I suspected would come would help me cum tonight.

   "Okay.  But just this one time, dear.  You have to get used to doing it
on your own.  Can you keep the covers up please?"

   "Sure, Daddy!" Her voice lit up with happiness, and her hand moved
quickly under the covers.  The comforter started to move up and down
rhythmically and I quickly looked away.  What had I gotten myself into?

   My hand started to shake as I listened to her breathing deepen.  The
cover rustled a little bit.  She let out a small moan.  I imagined that she
closed her eyes, or maybe that she was looking at me, imagining leaning up
on me, that it was my fingers in her tiny pussy, bringing her closer to
orgasm.

   "What's that in your pants, daddy?" I heard her ask.  She had finally
noticed my erection.

   "That...  that is daddy's penis." I said.  I saw no sense in lying.

   "Ohhh...  it's not usually that big.  Does that mean it is happy?"

   "Yes, yes it does." I whispered.

   "Is it happy because you are listening to me daddy?  I know you said it
was inappropriate, but tell me daddy.  Please?"

   "..." I was silent for a moment, weighing my options.  "Yes...  it is."
I decided to offer; the truth, but no encouragement.

   "Daddy," I heard her whisper, "can you...  can you help me?  I can't
quite get there, daddy.  My arms are too weak.  Please, daddy, can you help
me orgasm?"

   "I really shouldn't, sweetie, it's not allowed.  Mommy wouldn't be
happy." I temporized, cursing myself inside for doing it.  I felt my inner
resolve to be good, crumbling.  In my mind flashed pictures of young girls
from my explorations into the Dark Web.  Girls doing depraved things.  She
couldn't become one of those.  I had to stay in control.

   I should have left.  Hindsight is 20/20 they say.  But I stayed.  I
couldn't bring myself to move.

   "Please, daddy?  I won't tell Mommy.  I just need your hand, your
fingers on my clitoris.  Just once, please daddy?  I think about it every
day, just once I want to feel it."

   It clicked in my head.  I was being seduced.  This was a setup.  Clever
girl.

   My hand moved of it's own accord to her bed, and I turned to look at
her. She was flushed, approaching the color of her hair.  Her young body
arched beneath the covers and her eyes...  her eyes communicated an
intensity, a longing, and a maturity far beyond her eleven years.  A
birthday present it was then.

   I pushed aside the covers and cupped her hairless pussy with my hand. 
She slipped her wet fingers out from under my hand, and moaned deeply as I
applied a small amount of pressure.

   "YES, daddy" she said, "please, finger my pussy daddy!"
   I was committed.