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 I open my drowsy eyes.  I'm lying in bed next to my Daddy, his scent
filling my nostrils.  After all these years, that smell still triggers
memories from my past that I can't really grasp.  Memories from when I was
very young, and everything was still happy.  I've not been this happy in a
long, long time.  I only hope I can stay with Daddy for good.  I don't want
to go back to Mom.  Back to Mom and Carlos, or whatever creep she'll be
dating next.

   I burrow my head against Daddy's chest, pressing my ear to it, listening
to his strong and steady heartbeat.  We were reunited just yesterday after
nine years living apart, and my love for him revived almost instantly. 
It's like I never was away from him.  It feels so good to lie next to him.

   I wonder if he liked my outfit.  He must have liked it.  He took a long
look at me in it...  but for that matter it seemed he couldn't stop looking
at me the whole day yesterday.  Perhaps he's just amazed that I'm back.  I
listen to his snoring and smile a little.  Normally when I wake up I just
get up and get started with my day, but today I'm in no hurry.  I want to
be here with him until he wakes up.

   Daddy is so big.  I never thought he'd look this good, so healthy and
strong and virile.  Of course all my memory of him is from when I was a
child.  It makes me feel even better to have such a strong Daddy, even
though I probably wouldn't care either way.  I'm just happy to have a Daddy
again, someone to love me and take care of me.

   Suddenly Daddy moves a little bit.  Is he waking up?  No, just moving in
his sleep.  He pulls closer to me and his hand, wrapped around my back,
shifts down to my butt.  I could move it off, but it feels good there. 
Daddy is so sexy!  I realize what I just thought and get kind of scared. 
What is wrong with me?  Why am I thinking of my Daddy like that?

   I glance at Daddy's crotch and feel a little naughty.  There's certainly
a lot in those underpants.  I feel like giggling as I think that.  Yet part
of me wants to grab it and see how it feels.  But I can't.  It's my Daddy.
That's sick.

   Still, minutes pass and I feel good, just curious about how a penis
would feel in my hand.  I wonder how he'd react.  I wonder if he'd get
angry.

   I shake my head.  He wouldn't get angry.  It feels good when a penis is
touched, I know, just like when I touch my pussy.  In fact, I feel like
touching myself at this very moment.

   Just then he shifts again, and almost rolls on top of me.  He must be
somehow aware of me though, because he doesn't crush me, just embraces me.
I feel the bulge in his underpants press against my thigh.  Oh my god,
Daddy's having a boner!

   I feel it against my thigh and it's big!  I wonder if it would fit in
me. I shouldn't think things like that of my Daddy, that's so sick.  But it
kinda makes my vagina tingle to think about Daddy like that.  Especially
with his big, hard cock pressing against my thigh.  It is making me a
little uncomfortable though.  He is pressing a bit too hard.  Probably
thinking I'm some other girl.  I feel a bit jealous to think that Daddy
would have slept on this big bed with some other girl.

   I try to shift a bit so my thigh won't be under him.  I do it by opening
my legs.  I manage to release my thigh from under him, but that just makes
his hips sink between my legs, and now his bulge presses right between my
legs!

   My whole body quivers and I feel tingly all over, feeling his hardness
so close to my pussy.  It feels kind of wrong, but I love Daddy so much I'm
just glad that it's his cock that's first to be there so close to my pussy.
First cock to be pressed against my mound, even with our underwear in
between.  I find myself wishing we didn't have any clothes on.  This is so
sick of me.

   I feel his bigness all over me.  Not just bigness of his cock, he's big
all over.  This is my Daddy.  It makes my legs feel weak.  I'm not seeing
him as my Daddy, it feels like I'm seeing him as some really sexy guy.  I
run my hands over that firm back, down to where his underpants start.  I
wonder if Daddy would wake up if I touched his butt.

   I did it!  Shivers of thrill go through my body as I run my hand over
Daddy's butt.  It's big and firm.  Makes my vagina even more tingly.  Daddy
murmurs to my touch in his sleep, nuzzling against the top of my head.  I
feel so loved, so good.  Now I'm really curious to grab Daddy's big thing
as well.  I could just pretend I'm asleep if he notices and gets angry.

   I never get to try though, 'cause Daddy abruptly rolls over and stops
snoring.  I realize he has woken up.  I'm disappointed.  "Daddy?" I call
out.

   He's still tired.  "Honey?" He turns to look at me.  "Did I bother you
in your sleep?"

   "No Daddy.  I slept best I've ever slept.  I want to sleep with you
every night!"

   "Oh, well I don't think we should do that.  A girl should have her own
bed, especially at your age."

   "But Daddy, I love sleeping with you."

   "Yeah, but you know you're thirteen years old.  What are you gonna do
when you bring a boyfriend over?  We can't all three sleep on the same
bed."

   "Daddy, I told you I don't have a boyfriend," I object.

   "Yeah, but you will.  You're a gorgeous girl, just like your mother,
you'll have lots of boyfriends."

   "I'm not like my mother!" I hiss angrily.  For the first time in my life
I'm angry at my Daddy, for suggesting I'm like my mom.  "I won't have a
boyfriend."

   Daddy just looks at me calmly, and like I said something silly.  It
makes me calm down and well, feel a bit silly too.  "Don't talk nonsense,"
Daddy says.  "I'm not saying you're exactly like your mom.  Just saying you
are amazingly beautiful like her.  In fact, if you ask me, much more
beautiful.  But I'm biased, because I'm your father."

   Suddenly I feel really really good again.  In fact, between my legs I
feel tingly all over again.  I love when Daddy praises me.  I throw myself
to hug him, what else could I do?

   "Daddy!  I don't want any boyfriends when I have a Daddy like you."

   As Daddy hugs me back, he chuckles at what I said and then gets up. 
"Well, we're going shopping anyway to get you a bed."

   "But Daddy, there's not even room for a bed in here!  And shouldn't you
go to work?"

   "Honey, I own my own company.  That means that I get to work whenever I
want to."

   "Oh, neat," I say, getting up to follow my dad.  He gives me a long,
kind of weird look.

   "Babe, you should really change that outfit.  That's giving Daddy wrong
ideas."

   Wrong ideas?  What wrong ideas?  My pussy feels tingly again, and I
notice Daddy's underpants still bulging.  Does that mean Daddy is hard for
me?

   "Don't you like it?" I ask.

   "I love it, but you should wear that for your boyfriend, not for your
father."

   "Well, I don't have a boyfriend so I wear it for you," I say firmly and
matter-of-factly.  Daddy laughs again, but then heads for thebathroom. 
There's a big mirror in Daddy's bedroom.  I wonder why.  I look at myself
in it.  Daddy said I'm beautiful.  Still, I look at my little breasts
pointing out through the semi-transparent nightgown, and I feel so
insecure. I wish they were big and full like Mom's.  Could those little bug
bites really make Daddy hard for me?  Hard for his own daughter?

   I really should stop thinking about this, it's so wrong to think of your
Daddy like that.  Like you want your own Daddy to see you as sexy and fuck
you...

   I throw myself back on the bed and start rubbing my little pussy.  I
can't help myself.  I close my eyes and imagine Daddy's big body all over
me again.  Mounted between my legs, but this time no underwear between us,
just his huge cock against my tiny pussy.  About to pulverize my virginity.
I moan, "Oh Daddy, oh Daddy..." in my fantasy.  It feels so good to have
your virginity taken by your own Daddy, the only man that will ever really
love you.

   I hear the bathroom door open again and realize I'd better stop
masturbating.  Dad walks back over to the kitchen and glances into the
bedroom.  I'm still in my nightgown.  "Didn't I tell you to change that?"

   "Not really," I say.  "You just told me to wear it for my boyfriend."

   "Mmhmm, well put something decent on and let's have breakfast."

   ***

   I put on my regular blue jeans and a close-fitting pink shirt.  I look
at myself in the mirror and those bug bites are still pointing through.  I
feel kind of ashamed of them.  The outfit makes me look very thin.  I
wonder if Daddy will like it.

   "How do I look?" I ask from the doorway.  Daddy glances at me.

   "Honey this is just breakfast, not a supermodel photoshoot." He grins at
me.  I giggle.  Daddy is so funny too.  "Come over and grab a bite."

   "Are we really going to buy a bed for me today?" I ask as I sit down to
eat.

   "Well a girl has to have a bed, no?"

   "Where we gonna put it?"

   "I dunno, I guess the only room that has enough space is the living
room," Daddy grunts.

   "But I don't want to sleep in the living room."

   "Well, maybe I just move to the sofa then."

   "But the bed is plenty big enough for both of us!"

   Daddy laughed.  "Seems like I'm stuck in a loop with you.  But okay,
since you're so insistent on it, I guess we don't need to get you a bed
just yet.  Anyway, did your mom tell you how long she wants me to keep
you?"

   "She said until I learn to behave," I tell him, feeling a little sad
having to think about home.  "This is my new home now.  I hope that's until
I'm adult."

   "What?"

   "I want to stay with you for good, Daddy."

   "Aren't you rushing things a bit?  I mean, if you're staying for good I
guess I need to get a bigger apartment."

   "Don't you want me here?  I think this apartment is just fine for two of
us."

   "Of course I want you here.  And from what you've told me, you'd be far
better off here anyway.  But it's more complicated than that.  By law, I
don't even have any rights on you any more.  Well, except to pay your
miserable excuse of a mother every month to have you raised.  Which doesn't
even make any sense now that she's sent you here anyway."

   "Seems like no one wants me..."

   "Honey, I want you," Daddy insists, "but like I said, it's complicated.
I'll have to look into things, but if you really want to live here for
good, I'm sure it can happen."

   "Okay, Daddy," I say, and flash a smile at my handsome and smart Daddy.

   "Yeah," Daddy continues, "so you really want to leave it all behind? 
Like, I saw you had a lot of friends there.  Would you really want to just
leave them?"

   "I don't have many good friends," I say quietly.  Daddy doesn't answer,
just looks at me seriously.  "If I could just live with my Daddy, I'd be
more than happy.  My old friends will still be there, and I'll make new
friends here, I'm sure."

   "Mmhmm," Daddy mumbled.

   "Can I go check my Facebook on your computer?  I'm all finished," I ask
as my plate is already empty.

   "Well that was fast.  Guess I can't stop you, can I?" Daddy says and
smiles.

   I go to the living room and open the laptop.  Daddy has left it on some
girl site.  Girls that are around my age everywhere on the site, in sexy
poses.  Is this what Daddy likes?  Then again, the girl who is in his
wallpaper is like these girls as well.  I guess Daddy likes really young
girls...  Young girls like me...  I feel jealous of the girls I see on the
site, posing in skimpy underwear for the most part, some showing their ass
in a teasing way.  There are even some nude pics, but they don't show fully
bared boobs or pussy.  I browse the site and get a sudden urge to take
pictures like that for Daddy.  I'm still all tingly down there.  I reach my
hand into my jeans and touch myself a little.  I'm moist.  Thinking of
taking pictures for Daddy is making me horny.

   Just then I hear Daddy's footsteps.  Lucky thing that big man can't
sneak up on me.  I pull my hand from my jeans.  There's a slight scent of
pussy on my fingers as I close the young girl site and open the Facebook
page.  Nothing interesting is going on there.  Just some jerks trying to
hit me up.  I certainly won't miss those guys if I end up moving in with
Daddy.

   Daddy sits beside me on the sofa and I can tell something in his
demeanor changes.  I feel butterflies in my stomach, excited, but anxious
if he smells my pussy in the air.  I certainly can smell it myself.  Dad
just looks a little confused for a moment.

   "So...  anything interesting going on in Facebook?"

   "Not really," I say.  He has thrown a loose t-shirt on himself, which
hides to some extent his muscularity.  Only his thick hands give it away.
Then again, I hadn't realized how big he is until he got his shirt off.

   "Allright.  So do you need anything?  I decided to take the day off
today to get you settled in." Daddy says.

   "Well I said I need a laptop so I don't have to keep bugging you to use
yours.  Oh, and a camera would be nice."

   "Don't you have a camera in your phone?" Daddy frowns.

   "Yeah, but a real camera would be better," I say.  Daddy looks at me
suspiciously.

   "Why do you want a camera anyway?  If I get you a camera, will you start
doing photography or something?" he asks.

   I think for a moment.  I don't want for him to see right through me that
I want to take pictures for him.  "Yeah," I blurt out, "I've wanted to
start learning photography for a long time." It is kinda true too, I
wouldn't completely lie to my Daddy.  "Mom wouldn't get me a proper camera
though.  She said the same as you, that I already have a camera on my
phone. It doesn't take as good pictures as a real camera would!"

   Daddy takes a few seconds to think.  "You sure you're not going to just
take pictures and send them to random guys online?"

   I blush.  "Of course not!" I shout.  "I would never send my pictures
online to some guys.  I mean, I think we talked that I'd take a picture of
me for your wallpaper but besides that...  I'm not that kind of girl!"

   "Mmhmm," Daddy murmurs.  I feel he's comparing me to my mother again in
his mind, and it's driving me crazy.  I know what Mom did to him, and I
hate it.  I wonder if he secretly sees my mom in me and can't fully love me
because of that?  Mom would totally send pictures to guys if she grew up in
this day and age...  in fact, she's doing it already.  Remembering that
makes me even more angry.

   "Alright then," Daddy says after another moment of thinking, his low
voice calming me.  "I can get you a decent camera, but nothing too
expensive.  You're a thirteen-year-old girl, you might just stop
photography the next week after getting bored, after all, so I'm not gonna
invest too much into a camera -- just something nice we can use on
vacations as well."

   I jump in excitement, before saying "We gotta get a tripod too!"

   Daddy laughs.  "Alright dear.  Tripod too.  Do you need clothes or
something?"

   "Yeah, Daddy.  I need some more clothes too.  Thanks Daddy, you're the
best." I hug my Daddy yet again.

   ***

   I am happy and excited as we come back home after a day of shopping. 
I'm bouncing up and down, unable to contain myself.  Daddy got me a nice
camera and it seemed really expensive to me, much better than what I
expected.  He also let me pick out a few clothes for myself without
interfering.  That said, I didn't let him see everything I got, he just
paid for it.  He didn't see the black thong I got, for example.  He would
have never approved, so I just snuck it under the pile of clothes and
winked with the sales lady.  She didn't mention anything.

   Now I'm well stocked in my wardrobe, especially for sexy clothes.  I
bought them to look good for Daddy, not for any other reason.  But I'm sure
he won't approve of me wearing my thong for him --not initially at least.
Even though lots of young girls whose pictures he watches are wearing just
that.

   Daddy sits down on the sofa, clearly tired after our day of shopping. 
"Well," he tells me, "you certainly know how to squeeze juices out of a
man. And spend my money, like your mother."

   "What?" I am enraged.  "I'm not like my mom!  I only got those clothes
cause you said it was okay!  I'm not like my mom!  You don't have to give
me anything!"

   "Calm down!" Daddy says, raising his voice.  "I didn't mean that. 
Besides, its not as if we can do this every day anyway.  I was just saying
shopping with a thirteen-year-old girl is more draining than my work."

   "Okay," I say, a little calmed down, but still upset on my face.

   "Speaking of my work," Daddy changes the subject, "do you think you can
handle yourself on your own tomorrow?  I know it's negligent to leave a
thirteen-year-old girl on her own, but I think you're mature enough to be
on your own for a few hours."

   "Of course Daddy, I'm alone all the time back home."

   "Is that so?" Daddy asks, raising an eyebrow.

   "Yeah, Mom goes out often, so I spend a lot of time by myself.  I do
visit friends often so I'm not alone in the house all the time, but still,
I can handle it, Daddy." He doesn't seem at all happy, though, as I tell
him that.

   "Well," he says, "I don't intend leaving you alone here as a regular
thing.  If you live here, you'll start going to school here, and I'll
arrange my day so I go to work the same time as you go to school, and pick
you up as I come home from work."

   "Okay Daddy," I say and go to hug him.  Leaning against his chest feels
just so relaxing, just takes away all my cares.  I lift my face up and give
him a kiss on the cheek.  "I'll go play around with my new camera.  Don't
worry about me, I'll be just fine tomorrow, I'll just stay inside the
house."

   "Okay then.  Go learn how to work that camera," he says with a smile,
and gives me a pat on my butt as I move away.

   ***

   When I wake up the next morning, Daddy is already gone.  I slept so well
again, but waking up to an empty bed feels so lonely, especially since
Daddy's bed is so huge.

   I slept in the new pajamas Daddy made me buy -- he wanted me to have
more appropriate night clothes.  I know Daddy liked me in the other outfit,
but I didn't want to insist on disobeying him if he didn't want me to wear
it.  Still, I wanted to take a picture for him in that outfit.

   Last night was a good time for me to get the hang of the new camera.  It
was really a nice one and it'll take me a while to learn all the features,
but the test shots I took with the self-timer were very good.

   I open the curtains to Daddy's bedroom window to let more light in.  I
want good light for the photos I have planned.  I want to load Daddy's
laptop full of pictures of me.  Maybe if he likes me enough, he'll touch
himself while looking at them.  Then I'll know he wants me too.

   I go back to the living room and grab Daddy's laptop.  He left it home
'cause he apparently has another at work.  Instead of using it for looking
at Facebook, I go to Daddy's girl site, Prime Jailbait.  It isn't hard to
find, since he has it bookmarked.  He must look at it a lot.

   I browse the girl pictures for a while, before noticing that the site
has a login feature, and that Daddy's login is saved on it.  I log in with
Daddy's account and find he has a whole bunch of favorites saved in his
profile!

   That takes a lot of guesswork out of figuring out what kind of pictures
Daddy likes.  What a stroke of luck!  I start browsing through the
pictures, all excited.  Just at a quick glance I see right away he likes
girls as close to nude as possible, and that he seems to really like the
younger girls.  The site has girls from around eleven or twelve all the way
up to eighteen.  But in Daddy's favorites, only a few girls over fifteen
show up.

   Most of the girls are wearing really sexy outfits, or as little as
possible.  G-strings, like the one I bought, are very common.  Bikini
pictures are popular as well -- which reminds me, that given we're in
Florida I should pester Daddy to take me to a beach.  That'd be a good
excuse to be in a very skimpy outfit for Daddy.

   What makes me the happiest about seeing the pictures Daddy has
favorited, is that the girls in general are very flat like me.  I was
afraid he'd only like big breasted girls like my mom, but almost every girl
in his favorites is flat as a board, or just only starting to develop. 
Daddy is kind of dirty for liking girls this young, but it makes me all
tingly down there.  I just hope my pictures can make Daddy as hard as these
girls do.

   I skim through the pictures looking for less naughty ones -- after all,
I can't just take a picture for Daddy only wearing a G-string.  He might
blow up if he saw that, even if he likes me.  I need to take pictures that
are sexy, but kind of innocent as well, so I can claim I just took them for
him to have a choice of pictures for his wallpaper.

   That means that most underwear pictures would be inappropriate.  But
they still need to be naughty to get Daddy's juices flowing.

   Daddy seems to like a good rear view, with many pictures of girls with
their backs towards the camera.  I pick out a couple pictures with girls
just glancing at the camera over their shoulder, with tight jeans or shorts
on, ass towards the camera.  I instantly think that would be easy to shoot.
Then again, I don't have as good of a butt as the girls in the pictures. 
Still, that's a start.

   I definitely need to show a lot of leg, I think.  There's one shot of a
fully clothed girl just laying on the bed, so any shots with me laying down
will probably appeal to him.

   After looking through all the pictures and getting a few more ideas, I
decide I'm ready.  All ready for many hours of modeling for my new camera,
modeling for pictures for Daddy.  I'm so excited about my little project
that will involve a lot of changing clothes, lot of changing camera angles,
and lot of sexy posing.  I only hope Daddy will like what I shoot for him.

   ***

   I lean back in my last outfit of the day, a white top that has probably
more cleavage than a flat girl like me really should show, and a pair of
blue denim shorts.  I'm tired, but I'm also all ready.  All twenty pics are
on Daddy's laptop, in a folder I put on the desktop and named "A Gift for
Daddy."

   Of course I took way more than twenty pictures, but just twenty made the
cut.  I think I took at least twenty pics per outfit, and I tried at least
ten different outfits.  Yeah, a quick glance at my camera's counter shows
242 photos in total.  But I don't want Daddy to know I went through all
that trouble.  I just want him to think I'm naturally so photogenic that I
took twenty great photos in no time.  At least I think they're great.  Of
course, only Daddy will be the judge of that.

   Most of my pictures are pretty decent, but there's one I know he'll
think is naughty.  It shows me laying on my tummy on top of the bed, with
my too revealing nightgown on.  I think in that picture I can rival the
girls Daddy looks at in sexiness.  My butt is nice and round as I subtly
arch my back in it, and my panties are slightly in my buttcrack to further
emphasize its shape.  My knees are bent, toes pointing towards the ceiling.
I dunno...  I'm sure Daddy will find it very sexy, but I worry that maybe
he'll find it too sexy since it's his own daughter.

   That's when I realize there's still one piece in the puzzle I can add to
make the surprise perfect for Daddy -- I want the scent of my pussy to be
in the air when Daddy comes home.

   So I slip down my shorts and panties and start touching my little pussy
that has been moist all day.  Moist all day for Daddy, thinking how he'll
react to the pictures I shot for him.  Oh my god, it feels so wet, I think
to myself as I slip my finger a little bit in.  I rub my tiny clitty and
realize what I should do when Daddy watches the pictures.  I should tell
him I'm going to shower.  I should be naked in the shower, and as Daddy
watches my pictures, he gets horny.

   He gets horny, gets up and joins me in the shower.  Then I lose my
virginity on my Daddy's cock.  Just like I want it.  Daddy's big body
mounted on me.  His strong hands holding me as his huge cock stretches me.
Oh Daddy, oh Daddy, I scream.  Daddy cums inside me, and I don't mind. 
Daddy makes a baby in me so I can stay for good.

   God!  Thinking that sends my juices flowing.  I can sense my scent going
everywhere.  It feels so good.  Thinking of Daddy getting horny to my
scent. Smelling my pussy while he touches himself and looks at my pictures.
My body starts to tremble as I imagine Daddy blasting his sweet cum inside
me.  A moment of bliss, then it's over.  Then I'm left craving more of
Daddy.

   I hear a car pull up outside.  Daddy must be home.  I collect all the
juices I can to my hand from my pussy and rub it all over the sofa.  Daddy
can't help but smell my aroma in the air now.

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