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 Reunited with Daddy, Part 1

   I step into the airport with mixed emotions.  My daughter, Nicole, whom
I have not seen in nine years, is coming back to me.  Turning over in my
minf the events that brought about our separation, I can't help but smile
about the absurdity and perhaps even cruelty of it all.

   Fourteen years ago I met Carolyn, the mother of my daughter.  Our love
ignited quickly, and within months she was pregnant.  I thought this was
it, the love of my life.  Carolyn was everything my young and
impressionable mind thought I wanted from a woman -- witty mouth, curvy
body and unrivalled beauty.  She was very frisky too, and couldn't get
enough of my cock.  But it was too good to last.

   Still, as she got pregnant I was on an upward spiral, building up my own
business, and my life seemed about to be set.  Once Nicole was born she
became the center of my life, as the love between me and Carolyn was
cooling.  I felt strong emotions for Carolyn still, but had no clue that
she was already sleeping with other men behind my back.  Beautiful woman
that she was, even though she wore her ring, douchebag guys would still hit
on her every day.  For her part, she wasn't too bothered with keeping her
legs shut.

   My business was flourishing and my income was escalating.  I even dared
to buy a big new house for me and the big family I hoped for.  That was my
plan -- I always wanted a lot of kids.  So I was overjoyed when Carolyn
told me she was pregnant.  The problem was, as the pregnancy went on, she
became increasingly distanced from me.

   Nicole was four years old, and a beautiful little angel.  Only thing I
regretted was that I worked so much that I couldn't see her enough.  I
would have spent all my time with her if I could have.  Nothing made me as
happy as spending time with my beautiful daughter.  I'm sure many fathers
would agree with me.

   Then Carolyn pulled the plug.  It had been a great day.  I had signed a
business deal that would basically guarantee me $200K a year, so the
mortgage for the house seemed all the more bearable.  In my mind I was
fantasizing the many vacations we'd take to the exotic places with my
newfound wealth that I was earning through determination, wits and hard
work.  But it was all about to be taken away from me.

   I felt I was on a roll when I arrived home, only to find my stuff in
three duffel bags.  "Your shit is in the bags.  Get out."

   "What's going on honey?" I asked, confused.

   "I'm not your honey any more.  The kid in my belly is not yours.  I'm
filing for divorce, and I'm taking Nicole."

   The sky fell on me.  The foundation of my life collapsed.  She took
everything.  Somehow she got the house, with me still stuck with the
mortgage.  Despite all my pleas, she also got custody of Nicole, with me
getting minimum visiting rights to see the angel of my life.  I lost the
house I had worked so hard to get, and I lost the daughter I so dearly
loved.  I even lost the idyl of a family life, that without me realizing
it, had indeed been just an illusion Carolyn had put on to ensure the
funding of her lifestyle.

   When the new baby was born I discovered why she had come out with the
truth instead of prolonging her scam -- the kid was black.  I guess if it
had been white she could have kept going to use me for my wealth, thinking
I was raising another one of my kids, but maybe getting knocked up by a
black guy kind of ruined her plan.  Still, she got an expensive house and
was practically living off the alimony and child support I had to pay for
Nicole.

   Had all that money gone for Nicole's well-being I wouldn't have even
minded the payments, but no, really she just spent it all on her own ass.

   Now, ten years later, I know she's still spreading her thighs for anyone
who gets her pussy wet, but I get some satisfaction from learning that she
has partied away basically all of the money she got out of me, and the men
she can attract are more from the bottom of the barrel because of her
fading looks.  But now I'm just showing my bitter side.

   I have good reason to be bitter.  The divorce slashed away the wealth I
had worked so hard for, and sent me into a depression.  I still had my
business, but as I started drinking to forget my problems, my performance
suffered, and soon the big client chose not to renew with me.  One after
another, clients ebbed away, and I my business went into the tank.

   A year after the divorce, I was bankrupt.  I blew what little money I
had on booze and anything else that I thought would get my mind off my
horrible life.  Of course my ex used this to tale away my visiting rights
with Nicole.  Even so, I knew I was unfit to be seen by my daughter, and
that really broke my heart.

   I got evicted from the small apartment I had rented and I hit rock
bottom.  But I had to hit the bottom before I could get back up.

   A lot has happened over the last eight years since then.  I quit
drinking, I've gotten back into the best shape of my life, I like myself
again, and the new business I established here in Florida gradually started
succeeding.  I needed to move across the country, get away from my old
life, start over from scratch.  I'm now a bigger success than I ever was --
good-looking, wealthy, handsome man in my prime.  You can bet women crowd
around me.

   But you know what?  I don't give a shit.  I'm turned off by women.  Yes,
I have one-night stands to get my nuts off, but after how Carolyn ass-raped
me, I can't trust another woman for a relationship.

   Now, you must ask, why I am in the airport now, and how am I seeing my
daughter again?  Simple - Carolyn just called me this morning.  She told me
Nicole is my kid and I should take care of her.  Her voice was slurred.  I
think she was on a quite a bender.  That's what her life had been for the
last ten years, drinking and partying up with my money.  Pushing the
resentment for that from my mind is tough, but I'm just happy that now for
the first time in nine years, I get to see my daughter again -- the only
thing in the world that this bitter man still loves.

   I got no chance to say no.  She called me from the airport and Nicole
was boarding.  Apparently it had become an inconvenience to have a
thirteen-year-old in the house with all the partying and the strange men
involved.

   I didn't even know what Nicole looked like any more.  I had to ask for a
picture from Carolyn to know what she looked like, so she took a picture
before Nicole boarded and sent it to me.

   Now I am looking up to the arrivals to see when her flight comes.  A few
minutes.  I glance back to my phone and look at my beautiful daughter.  I
can barely recognize the four-year-old face I remember from my past in a
girl that is now on the edge of puberty.

   The girl in the picture looks a bit glum, but nonetheless very
beautiful. It breaks my heart to think she has not gotten the best youth
she could have.  Well, I have the resources to give her everything she
needs, unlike her loser mother.

   Thing is, I don't even know her any more.  All I know of her is that
she's a beautiful mix of my and Carolyn's features.  Carolyn was a gorgeous
woman in her time, and she did at least help make Nicole probably the most
beautiful girl in the world.  Nicole's face was still very juvenile, and
she had big blue eyes and very long eyelashes, enhanced a bit with mascara.
The light makeup she had on made her look very sexy and while she is my
daughter, after not having seen her for so long time, it's hard to see her
as my daughter.  Frankly she looks a lot like much of the internet jailbait
I jerked off to.

   I'm just a normal man.  I like youthful beauty.  I can't help thinking
that, since the picture gives a good view of Nicole's young body.  Her
perky little titbuds point out through her short dress, one that is
definitely too sexy for her age, but hey, all girls her age seem to want to
look mature than they are.  But her still distinct lack of curves make it
clear she isn't very old, despite the makeup and the dress.

   If anything, if she wasn't taller than your average girl who's around
eleven or twelve, you'd think she's in that age range.  Her body is still
just on the verge of the change, only starting to bloom towards womanhood.

   If there is anything tempering her young beauty in the picture, it's the
fact that her long, bright blonde hair is tied up in a ponytail in the
picture.  Thankfully, for if she was any sexier, I might have trouble not
having impure thoughts about my own daughter.

   I sit and stare at the picture, trying to memorize every feature so I
will recognize her when she comes.  I wonder if she'll recognize me?  Then
again, I've not changed nearly as much as she has.  I've just gotten a few
more wrinkles, and maybe a more buff body.  She's got to remember her
father.

   I see the plane has landed and people are pouring out.  My eyes seek my
daughter from the crowd.  After the thickest rush of people is past I see
her dragging two pieces of luggage.  I think every man in the building
notices her.  Her thin bare legs that show way too much eyecandy for pervy
old men, her body only hinting at curves that will fill in later, two
barely noticeable mounds on her chest, and a face that looks even better in
the life than her picture.

   "Nicole!" I shout at her in jubilation.  Her slumped posture straightens
out, her wide eyes look at me, and then start to glimmer in excitement. 
She just drops the bags right there and runs at me, not caring if the short
dress drifts up to give flashes of her panties to everyone -- then she
jumps into my chest and we embrace for the first time in nine years.

   "Daddy!  Daddy!  Daddy!" I hear her whimper, with the last one muffled
against my chest.  Her embrace is tight.  Her body feels so small in my
arms, after not having held something so slim in so many years.

   "Daddy," Nicole says again, looking up at me, eyes glistening with
moisture.  "I missed you, Daddy."

   A tear falls out.  She presses her head back into my chest and sobs.  I
pet her head, just hold her, and nuzzle into her hair.  She smells divinely
intoxicating.  Perhaps it's the pheromones, or just the way she looks, or
feels in my hands, but I feel my cock getting hard.

   I'm overflowing with emotion, just like she is, but my goddamn body is
seeing something different in the situation, and deciding it's a good time
to have a boner for your own progeny.  I pull back before she notices, and
lower myself to look at her now red and swollen face that is pouring down
with tears.  Even that way, she still looks the most beautiful girl in the
universe to me.  I give a flurry of kisses all over her face, before
smiling and wiping away her tears.

   "I missed you too, honey.  I'm so happy to see you.  I love you with all
my heart."

   They were true words.  The fatherly love had never diminished in my
heart.  I was tapping into a bottomless well of affection for my only
daughter.  I had a lot going on in my life, but at that moment, everything
else receded into a tiny, insignificant piece of dust as a new universe
exploded into existence right beside that small particle that had been my
old life.

   I grab Nicole's bags, tell her "Let's go," and walk her to my car.  As
we drive off she reaches her over and wraps her little hand around mine.  I
glance over at her, smile at the coy look on her face.  I am overflowing
with happiness.  My daughter is back, and holding my hand.  I can barely
believe it.

   ***

   "I'm sorry about how my apartment looks.  I had no time to prepare for
your coming," I explain at the front door.

   "It's okay, Daddy, what's good enough for you is good enough for me."

   For someone with my income (I pull over $300K a year), my apartment is
nothing special.  In fact, it looks completely regular joe, small
apartment. It's in a good location, which means for a regular joe the rent
would be steep, but for someone like me, it is effectively a dump -- much
smaller than the big house Nicole came here from.

   It is perhaps a self-preservation mechanism for me to live modestly. 
The divorce taught me that success is fleeting, so I no longer wanted to
tie myself up with assets.  Besides, I worry that if women find out I'm
wealthy, they'll scheme to trick me into marrying them, for me to lose
everything all over again.

   I know, I know, it sounds paranoid.  I admit, I am.  But my past makes
it impossible to ever have a relationship with any woman.

   I open the door and we step into the small living room.  Nicole doesn't
say anything, she just drops her shoes just inside the door, alongside my
old beaten up sneakers and seldom used dress shoes are.  I follow her as
she frolics her way through the house, her thin bare legs bringing joy to
my eyes.  My god, she is my daughter, but she is one sexy piece for sure.
My cock wilted during our drive home, but is now fully hard again.

   In my mind I can't help but to play scenarios of lifting that dress up
and just mounting that delightful, small and tight thirteen-year-old
behind. Fuck, it's so wrong to think about shit like this.  Think about
sexing your own daughter.  I thought it was just temporary.  It is not
normal for a 35-year-old male to suddenly be living with a girl just
hitting her puberty.  My mind just needed time to recalibrate to the fact
that she indeed is my daughter, not just one of those tight little
jailbaits I had been jerking off to for so long.  I always went for the
youngest girls those sites could offer...

   "Nice place", Nicole says after having looked around.  I don't know if
she says it genuinely or if its just a nicety she has learned from her
mother.

   "Thanks.  I'm glad you like it," I say, and give her a quick peek at the
small kitchen -- dishes undone, though not that many since a guy living
alone doesn't need many utensils.  Then I walk to the bedroom, the only
luxurious part of the whole place.

   "You can sleep here.  I'll sleep on the sofa," I say.  Her eyes go wide
when she sees the bed.

   It is a glorious bed, if I say so myself.  King-sized with thick, fluffy
pillows, premium mattress, shiny dark red satin sheets.

   "Daddy, this is huge!" Nicole exclaims as she climbs on the bed.  Her
panties flash underneath her dress as she crawls on, and my heart pumps a
little bit more blood into my cock.

   Nicole reaches for my laptop on the nightstand before I have time to
react.  "Can I check my Facebook?  I don't have my own laptop, can we get
one?"

   "I, err..  wait!" I realize what I have set as my wallpaper, and of
course no password since I never thought it was needed.

   So what Nicole sees is this particularly hot jailbait honey whom I
decided to make my wallpaper.  According to the site I downloaded it from,
the girl is fourteen.  She has a blonde hair like my daughter, angelic
face, small buds of breast and her tight body is only veiled by small
bikini.  Her body only has a hint of curve -- in fact, the overall
impression is very much like my daughter's, but I swear it had nothing to
do with fantasizing of my daughter -- I just happen to like that type of
girls.

   Nicole isn't saying anything.  Her expressionless face doesn't show any
reaction.  In fact, it seems as if she's not paying any attention to it at
all, before she finally asks: "Why do you have a picture of a young girl on
your laptop?"

   "Umm, err...  Well, I just thought she was pretty."

   I sit next to her on the bed.  "Prettier than me?" she asks.

   I look at the girl on the screen, then at my daughter.  My cock already
tells the answer.  Not only is Nicole much hotter, she is next to me in the
flesh, her pheromones driving my reproductive system crazy.  I can't
believe I'm having such wrong thoughts of my daughter, but at least it
makes telling her that she's way the prettier one easy and convincing.

   "Honey, there's no way any girl in the world could be better looking
than you.  Let's take a good picture of you later and that will be my new
wallpaper, okay?"

   Nicole smiles and nods, then proceedd to look at her Facebook.  She has
a lot of friends there, and looking over her shoulder I can see many guys
messaging her, some many years older than her.  Still, she is a gorgeous
girl, so it's no wonder.  Still, my possessive male mind feels a twinge of
jealousy.  Again, I can't believe what's going on in my mind.  Jealousy
over my daughter -- then again, I guess it's not unheard of.  You don't
want your daughter dating a chump.

   "Sorry, I'll give you some privacy," I say when I realize I'm spying on
what should be her personal business.

   "It's okay, you're my Daddy.  I don't mind you looking."

   It didn't really make much sense, but I figure all that separation makes
her feel like she wants to let her father all the way in her life to
compensate for growing up for nine years without me.  But that's just my
kitchen psychology, so take it with a grain of salt.  Who knows what really
goes on in a barely pubescent girl's head, anyway?

   "Okay dear.  Have you...  do you have a boyfriend?"

   Nicole turns and looks at me with a hint of incredulity in her face. 
"Of course not, Daddy."

   "What do you mean, of course not?  You're a pretty girl and as I can
see, there's lots of guys messaging you."

   "I'm just thirteen.  I want a mature guy.  But I'm too young for mature
guys."

   I nod.  I get what she's saying.  There are adult guys chasing
thirteen-year-old pussy, but those guys are rarely the type a girl wants
near her.  Most guys her age or even bit older just don't have a clue what
they're doing.  I realize I'm still a bit in the dark as to why is she
here.

   "So Babe, what's up with your mother?  Why did she send you here?"

   "Cause...  'cause there's something wrong with me." Nicole's voice seems
to fade out as she says this.

   "What do you mean?" I ask.

   Suddenly she's on my chest and crying.  "I didn't do it!  It's not my
fault...  He came to my room and started touching me!"

   "Honey honey, what are you talking about?" I ask, trying to soothe her,
caressing her slim, tight body.  I can feel every shape of her perfect
young body through the thin material of her dress,

   "Her boyfriend.  Carlos.  He came to my room one night.  Started
touching me.  Legs and waist.  I didn't feel comfortable.  I don't even
like him.  He tried to...  he tried to..." Her voice broke down and she
started sobbing against my chest.

   I pet her head and mixed emotions course through my body.  "What did he
try?"

   "He tried to touch me down there.  I didn't let him.  I started
screaming and ran away.  I ran away from the house.  I was away for over a
day."

   Upon hearing that, a sick feeling went to my stomach.  Nicole had run
away and I had not heard anything of it?  I already couldn't believe
Carolyn, but this was just topping it.

   "Police found me then near the house.  I was hiding in this patch of
woods," Nicole continues, "I told mom what Carlos did but he had already
told his version.  That I tried to...  seduce him.  That I had been teasing
him for days.  That he just lost his willpower for a moment.  Mom believed
him, not me.  She was angry at me."

   It's one thing to spread your legs for pretty much every confident man
you come across, but Carolyn really did it this time.  It's a whole other
thing to choose to believe one of her slimy lovers over her own daughter.
All the partying must have melted her brain.  I don't know if I'm more
sickened by the fact she'd rather believe this 'Carlos' guy than her own
daughter, or for the fact that some man had tried to touch Nicole.

   "Honey, you're not bad, it wasn't your fault, and you don't need to
worry about that anymore.  You're safe here, and now that I finally have
you back, I don't intend to let you go."

   My arms wrap around her for a tight hug, and I let her sniffle there
against me for a while.  "Daddy, I'm so happy to be here.  Everything about
being here feels so much better."

   "I'm glad you think that way, Babe."

   Her sad face turns to smile and a giggle.  "You called me 'Babe' again."

   "Yeah?" I grin back at her.

   "No one has ever called me Babe before."

   "Well, you ARE a babe.  A total babe," I say.  I feel like I'm flirting
with my own daughter.  My cock that was limp for a moment out of disgust,
springs back up from just seeing her smile light back up.

   Nicole giggles a bit more before continuing: "You didn't answer my
question.  Can I get my own laptop?"

   "We'll have to see about that, girl.  If you behave well, maybe," I say.
In my mind I am hesitant, as I don't want her chatting up guys online. 
Then again, I don't want her to be a social outcast either.  I need to
think about this.

   ***

   Night comes, and I can see the signs of Nicole getting tired.  We've
been mostly talking for the whole of the afternoon and evening, catching
up, getting to know each other again.  I can't believe the connection we
have made so quickly.  Guess there's just something intangible between a
father and daughter, something that never fades away.

   Now, as the clock is ticking towards 10 pm, it's clear she's sleepy
already.

   "Alright, Hon, you better go to sleep.  We can talk more tomorrow," I
tell her.

   "Aww, but Daddy, I want to stay up with you."

   "Nuh, to bed for you, Missy.  Besides, don't you want to test drive that
huge bed?"

   A grin flashes on her young face.  "Yeah, actually now that you say
that, I can't wait to.  Will you come to bed too?"

   An uncomfortable wave goes through my body as she asks that.  "Umm, I
think I told you I'm going to sleep on the sofa."

   A disappointed expression on her face.  "Really?  But I want to sleep in
the same bed with you, Daddy.  Besides, the bed is huge.  There would be
room for a whole family there."

   "I don't think it's appropriate for a father and a daughter to sleep on
the same bed," I grunt uneasily.

   "But I know most girls get to sleep with their daddy at least at some
point of their childhood.  I never got to experience it, or if I did I was
too young to remember."

   My heart breaks hearing her plead with me to come sleep with her.  How
could I say no?  I remember indeed that we slept together in a couple of
times, but she was a mere toddler then, and she's right that she wouldn't
remember any of it.  I can't stop her from having that experience now, even
if she is a bit old for that.

   "Okay then.  You get ready for bed, I'll come in a bit."

   Nicole jumps up and runs to the bedroom.  I open my laptop to a jailbait
site and tear out my cock to fap off.

   I don't want to think of inappropriate things when I'm in the same bed
with my daughter, so I figure it's better to take care of my urges before I
go climb in bed with her.  I start pumping my pole, browsing through the
images of beautiful little girls, each younger and hotter than the other.
Without even being fully conscious of it, my eyes look for girls with
similar traits as my daughter.  Small, barely visible mounds of breasts,
with very perky nipples.  If they point through the shirt, all the better
for me.

   I can feel myself already a close to a cum when my daughter's sexy voice
enters to my consciousness.  "Daddy, come here already, I'm all ready and
waiting for you!"

   I try to ignore her and keep stroking my cock.  My body is coursing with
hormones, and I'm even more hot and bothered than I was to begin with -
stopping now would be a disaster, leaving me worse off than when I started.

   "Daddy!" The demanding voice calls again.  "I'm going to come get you if
you don't come here, but it would ruin the surprise I have for you."

   A few curses enter my mind, but really, can you blame the girl for being
desperate to spend as much time as possible with her father she hasn't seen
in nine years?

   So I get up, pull my pants up and walk to the bedroom, trying to calm my
aroused mind, reminding myself that tonight I'm just going to sleep,
nothing stupid.

   The thing is, what I see when I enter the room makes not thinking of
something stupid really hard.

   As I enter the bedroom, I right away see my daughter sideways on the
bed. At first glance it looks like she is naked, but I realize she has this
almost transparent pink nightgown on her.  A piece that looks like
something naughty an adult woman would put on to surprise her lover, not
something a 13-year-old girl would wear to sleep.  The fact that a piece of
clothing like that even exists astounds me, but what astounds me even more
is the fact that it is indeed too small.  Aren't pieces like that supposed
to run at least below the panty line?  Well, what my daughter is wearing
leaves most leaves her panties visible.

   The sweet mound of her cyan panties attracts all of my attention and I
could swear I can see even a little bit of cameltoe going on.  Nicole
shifts her position though, smiles at me innocently and asks, "What do you
think?"

   What do I think?  My eyes run up and down and the perky small bits of
breasts she has are pointing straight through the thin piece.  I can
practically see her young tits, or rather lack of tits.  Which frankly is
just turning me on more.

   "W-where did you get that outfit?" is all I can stutter as an answer. 
My body wants to just jump onto the bed and have my way with her, not
giving a fuck if she is my daughter.

   "Carlos gave it to me," she says, her voice subdued.  "Mom told me it
was a pretty nightgown and would look great on me.  I haven't worn it
before though.  I didn't want to wear it for Carlos - I don't like him. 
But for you, Daddy, I wanted to show it.  I've kinda grown so it's starting
to be a bit small for me, but I hoped you'd like it anyway.  Do you like
it, Daddy?"

   Oh fucking yes I like that.  Now honey, will you spread your legs so
Daddy can mount you?  God, me and my sick thoughts.  But can you blame me?
I was already hot and bothered, and seeing that sexy, young piece of flesh
flaunting her treats there on my bed in a sexy outfit would have driven
anyone crazy, daughter or not.  Is she really oblivious to her own
incredible sexiness, or is she looking to seduce her own father?

   "Umm, baby, it looks incredible, but don't you think it's a little
inappropriate?"

   "Mom said it would fit me well", Nicole repeats, "but like I said, I
didn't want Carlos to even look at me.  Besides, you're my Daddy, why'd you
look at me the wrong way anyway?"

   I climb on the bed with her, instead of telling her to change to
something more appropriate.  My god, she tempts me from close-range.  I
just want to tear that nightgown off and fuck her.  I've fucked many
beautiful women in my shallow one-night stands, but nothing of it comes
even to a fraction of how arousing this moment is.

   I still retain my self-control.  I take off my shirt and strip to my
boxers, which is how I always sleep.

   "Daddy!" my daughter coos.

   "What?" I turn around and see her looking down at my body, in a way a
girl shouldn't look at his father's body.

   "You look like some kind of bodybuilder or something."

   Well I am muscular, sure.  Going to gym every day does that to you.  But
I guess simply expecting me to be a fat slob like most of fathers makes me
look more muscular than I even am just by contrast.

   "Don't look at your father like that," I grunted.  "I just work out a
lot, okay?"

   "But you looked at me like that just now too," she objects.  I turn to
look at her.  Her big blue eyes stare at me.

   "Yeah well, you look amazingly beautiful, Babe.  Yeah, Babe indeed. 
That's the only word that can describe you."

   A giggle escapes her mouth.  "Thanks Daddy.  Well if I'm a babe, then
you're a hunk!" Another giggle.

   I smile.  That was pretty witty.  Especially for a thirteen-year-old
girl.  Carolyn certainly has passed on some positive traits on her.  Too
bad Carolyn is drinking her wittiness away.  Then again, fuck that bitch.

   I slip under the covers without showing my boner, that would be
impossible to hide with just my boxers on.

   "Well, this hunk is going to sleep now, so good night, Babe."

   I reach for the switch to turn lights off.  "Wait, Daddy", Nicole says
and then burrows into my chest.  Just on an instinct I wrap my hand around
my young daughter.  Her scent is everywhere in the air, and while her body
might be young and curveless, every bit about her just reeks of femininity.
Which is driving me crazy.  I'm also nervous, hoping our hips don't meet,
for she'd certainly notice my erection.

   Nicole starts to run her hand all over my back, sides and waist. 
"Daddy, you're so big and strong and I can feel your muscles everywhere."

   "Honey, lets just sleep." It's hard enough as it is to keep myself from
doing something I would regret.

   "Okay, Daddy.  I just thought of it, cause a couple months ago I did
stay over with a guy.  He was seventeen, but his body felt so different to
yours.  He was skinny and I could feel mostly bones when I touched him."

   A twinge of jealousy hit me again.

   "Nicole...  are you still a virgin?"

   "Of course I am," Nicole shouts, almost upset.  "I would never give my
virginity to just anyone.  I just kinda liked that guy so I slept over at
his place.  Nothing happened in the end.  His mom said I'm too young for
him.  I'm too young for everyone."

   "Mmhmm." I feel the relief.  I'm just happy she is still virgin, even
though being happy about that doesn't really make sense.  I mean, she has
to lose it eventually anyway, at least if she's going to grow up to be a
balanced adult.

   Now I finally turn off the light.  I'm just left with the feminine scent
of my daughter filling my nostrils, and her soft, almost completely bare
body in my hands.

   "Daddy," the final words I hear say, "I feel so good here.  You smell so
good, and I feel so safe.  I love you, Daddy."

   "I love you too, Hon." My squeeze around her tightens a bit, and she
squeezes me a little tighter as well, burying her face to my chest.  Soon I
start to hear her sleep soundly.  Soundly and feeling safe next to her
father.

   I can't sleep though.  My mind and body are on sexual overdrive. 
Feeling her warmth and soft female body next to me just drives me crazy.  I
gently run my hands along her body.  It's more to sense if she's fully
asleep than to cop a feel.  As she keeps snoozing soundly, I figure she
won't wake up if I let my hands wander a little bit.

   My ne hand grabs my engorged prick, and my other rubs her back.  I start
jacking off.  As my eyes get more and more used to the darkness, I start to
see her features in the dark.  My whole body jerks as I beat off.  She
looks so peaceful, not knowing what her sick daddy is doing next to her. 
That's what I feel like, a sick daddy, but I can't stop myself.  My hand
slips down on her sexy little butt.  It is small like any
thirteen-year-old's, nicely soft yet when I squeeze it, I feel the firmness
of a fine ass too.

   That's all I need.  Just a little touch on my barely pubescent
daughter's ass and my cock starts spurting out cum like a firehose.  As I
can't manage the volume or pressure it shoots out, I just aim it away from
Nicole to not wake her -- ending up shooting some even on my own face. 
Most of it lands on my chest and belly, as I pull away from Nicole.

   Thankfully she doesn't awake from my abrupt move away.  My balls
completely empty all over me, with my hand on my daughter's sexy ass,
fingers playing with the panty-line, enjoying the feel of her smooth, bare
flesh.  My god, what am I becoming?

   I breathe hard for a moment, just trying to fathom the magnitude of what
I've done.  But I convince myself it's not that bad -- I didn't rape my
daughter, after all.  I didn't do anything too inappropriate.  She's sound
asleep, and a touch on the butt never harmed anyone.  That's what I
convince myself.  I get up off the bed, go in the bathroom and clean myself
up.

   ***

   "Where did you go, Daddy?" Nicole asks as I walk back into the room.

   A cold feeling goes through my body.  Was she really awake all along?"

   "Umm, I just needed to take a leak.  Why?" "I just woke up all alone and
cold and wondered where's my Daddy."

   I sigh with relief.  She is oblivious.  Still, it's bad enough as it is.

   I crawl back in bed with her, give her a nice big hug, and drift off in
my relaxed after-cum daze, with sexy daughter still feeling amazingly sexy
in my hands.  I lapse into a very sexual dreamland.

   To be continued...

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