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 A New Start: by (c) Hamilton Joyce.  Mg cons

   Chloe had gone to bed early and lay there close to sobbing, though
whether with anger,frustation or deep unhappiness it would be difficult to
say.  Possibly a combination of all three.  Any way, she could not sleep.

   Her brother was a spoiled brat.

   And her mother was worse, a nasty, little minded, hateful woman who made
it as clear as she could that she despised her daughter in contrast to her
snivelling son, who was the apple of her eye.

   She turned over and over in her mind the "final straw" that evening.

   Her mother had bitched her daddy all through the Saturday dinner.... 
This was a poor sort of apartment in a disgusting neighbourhood.  Any sort
of man would find himself a job that really paid so they could get a nice
house in the suburbs where folk were decent and god-fearing.  Not like
these City heathens.  What sort of boy would Cecil grow up to be surronded
by people from heaven only knows what be-nighted countries, aliens all. 
All!

   "Would help, Marcia, if you could get a job.  Then we might be able to
afford amove."

   That's what you married me for is it?  To keep you in luxury?  A woman's
place is in the home....  that's God's law."

   The woman's face was getting more thin and pinched daily, like her mind.
Her features sharp, like her voice.  Her lips thin and narrow, like her
mind.

   Chloe's daddy had just given up arguing with his wife years ago.  No
good pointing out that God's law did not include spending all of every day
in front of the television watching the endless stream of drivel and
swilling gallons of sweet tea.  He just sat back and took her hectoring
with a look of sad resignation on his handsome features.  Argue and the
woman would fly into a temper.  Chloe wondered if she was sane.....

   And her brother was a devious little pest, who had his mother on a
string: he knew how to manipulate her and he could do no wrong in her eyes.
That was not the view of his school....  the boys and girls loathed him,
and were able to see through his lies and pretenses.  When he was younger
he used to bite fellow pupils.  Nowadays he just insulted them, and whined

to his teachers if they retaliated.  He had no friends.

   Chloe half-feared that the opprobium would rub off on herself when he
was eleven and went to her school again......

   The boy without warning or reason had pinched Chloe's thigh under the
table.  It hurt, and was meant to.  She cried out and dropped her
soup-spoon.

   "Why did you do that?  That hurt!"

   "What?"

   "you know what.  You nipped me.  Why?"

   Before he could so much as answer his mother had intervened.

   "Oh really, Chloe.  You should grow up, girl.  You're twelve now and
still behave like a baby as usual.  What a fuss about a little bit of fun?
And look what a mess you've made of my damask tablecloth....  that was
given to me by my grandma and is valuable.  You're a clumsy little baby
too."

   She actually got up and stood behind the boy putting her arms around
him...  "Don't take any notice of her, Cecil.  Your mummy loves you even if
your sister doesn't."

   Both Chloe and her daddy saw the look of triumph in the boy's eyes,
gloating at his victory in yet another skirmish in the on-going domestic
war.

   Chloe got up and went out before giving her brother the satisfaction of
seeing her weep.  Her daddy knew, and gave her a wan, helpless smile.

   She lay there on the bed and found some comfort in the unspoken sympathy
of her daddy.  She knew he loved her, and she knew he shared her depair and
sadness at the nastiness of his wife and son.

   It was so good on the rare occasions those two monsters were out
together and she could sit beside her daddy and cuddle him.

   He was so handsome and strong, and so nice, too nice for this world. 
She could make herself feel happy just by thinking of him.  On the beach
last year, so handsome in his baggy shorts.  The time he hugged her when
she won the literature prize, and she could see how proud he was of her,
hugging her in front of all thos people.  It didn't matter that his wife
told him off for it later.  So many lovely moments with him.

   And most of all when she could sit beside him, his arm round her
shoulder, her head on his shoulder, just being, not doing anything.

   He was so strong.  And he smelled so good.  And thinking about him made
her feel happy again, especially in her girlie-place.  What did they call
it in the social biology class?  Clitoris.  Yes that was it.  And it was
tingling again nicely now.  Her daddy did that!  She felt better already.





   How happy Chloe would have been to know that after the dismal family
meal he had retired to his room pretending to email some clients (he sold
insurance for a living).

   He had not had sex with his wife for years now, who often used that as a
further weapon in her armoury, accusing him of not being a real man.  But
she hated sex and he knew it: she knew he knew it, must have!  but that
made no difference to the insults.

   He felt a momentary shame as it might well have been his fault.  After
the pic-nic in the woods with other lads and lasses from the small town
school she had seemed willing enough as they lay in the long grass.  They
had fucked.  Well, if you could call it a fuck!  He was only sixteen
himself and completely inexperienced, she a virgin too.  All he managed to
do was get his cock in, hurt her as he broke the hymen, and cum
immediately. Perhaps that was why she was frigid.  Because frigid she
was....  either because of psychological hang-ups or perhaps there was
something physically wrong.  He had read up about it and it might be
either....  or both.  He had suggested they consult a medical practitioner
or marriage counsellor but she had just flown into one of her rages
accusing him of being 'interested in just one thing.'

   He guessed she might soften if he kissed her pussy....  all women liked
that!  Except Marcia!  She actually punched him hard the only time he
lowered his face to her pussy accusing him of being a pervert.  He was not
even allowed to touch her there....  his hand slapped away.  "Go on.  Just
do it if you must." And she would lay there immobile while he had a brief
thrash.  Finally he gave up and moved into his own room, bedroom and office
combined, a sanctum within which he could sometimes forget his woeful
marriage.

   The gods were laughing at him the day of the pic-nic as the product of
that twenty second fuck was a pregnant Marcia.  And in the small town where
he was brought up that meant just one thing!  No College, marriage, and a
life of hell.

   Hell except for the gods' gift of little Chloe...

   He lay on his bed and thought about his lovely daughter.

   She had always been lovely even as a very small girl, conventionally
lovely with blonde hair and complexion to match that colouring.  She was
slender and nimble, his little fairy he called her.  Now she was twelve she
was more than lovely, she was drop-dead beautiful.  An angel now, not a
fairy!  Easy to analyse why: because she was developing into a woman.  Not
a woman yet, of course, but enough to be suggestive....  Not a little girl
any more.

   It was a month ago when he had felt the first twitchings in his penis
that told him something was changing between daddy and his little treasure.
He had been disturbed to discover that he could find his daughter sexy. 
Shit!  He was still disturbed, but perhaps getting used to the idea.

   That first time she had been going out shopping, meeting her friend
Julie.  It was the first really warm morning of the year and she had put on
her new shorts and top.  He had not seen her leave so was unprepared for
the surprise he got when, excited, she came back mid-afternoon.  She was
bubbling with pleasure at the one or two clothes she had bought with her
pocket-money, She seemed so happy for once, and her whole body was full of
the spirit of joyful youth.  From her trainers to the bow on her pony-tail
she was as a teenage girl should be.  And so pretty.  He found himself
speechless as his eyes moved from her long slender legs to those too tight,
but this-year-fashionable shorts.  Jesus!  You could see the shape of her
pussy they were so tight.  Not really, but the creases made such a clear
triangle in the thin blue denim that a man could imagine.  His cock was
stiffening, and he knew why.  It was disturbing, but he had known for ever
that his daughter was lovely, and that tight, cotton top just confirmed
that lovely in a twelve year old pubescent girl also means sexy.  You could
see she was not wearing her training bra and that did not help either.  She
did not need it for support....  that was obvious.  How long had she had
proper little breasts, round and firm?  It was hardly decent to show stiff
little nipple points like that, surely?  Couldn't really blame a guy, even
a father, for getting a hard-on looking at those?  And as she went to
unpack her purchases in her room her butt was so cute in the hot-pants....
still slim, but rounded and jutting so suggestively.  His cock was real
stiff now, and he was glad he had baggy trousers and a newspaper to hold
nonchalently in front!

   Oh Fuck!  you could see she was wearing a tiny thong under them....

   As usual Marcia never missed a trick and had given him a real ear-full
later, accusing him of lusting after his daughter.  A pervert and a
pedophile, she said.  And the girl was a slut.  She was not going out like
that again.

   The clothes were trashed, and Chloe grounded.

   It made no difference, the girl was just as sexy to her daddy in her
school uniform, especially in summer when her long legs were bare, and her
newly formed breasts filled the white cotton shirt.....

   That first night he lay awake trying to come to terms with his arousal:
was his wife right, was it abnormal, perverted?  He could not really
believe that as it did not feel evil, and he imagined that any vision of
female beauty would always seem sexy.

   It was not as if he was sex-starved, which might lead to psychological
problems, or cause deviate behaviour.  No.  He had no sex with his wife,
but there were plenty of women among his clients, or their wives who
fancied a fling with a rugged, handsome male.  And his work meant he often
had to travel with nights away meeting clients....  He accepted he was
highly sexed (thank god!), but no, it was just his daughter was drop-dead
sexy, and he loved her.

   He still did not feel guilt after he masturbated that night, thinking
about those breasts, that butt, that imagined pussy.  It would have some
fine hair on the mound by now surely, and he imagined the litle triangle of
golden curls.  He had no intention of making love to her, and promised he
would keep his admiration at arms' length and decent, and just thinking
about her naked was no crime.



   Chloe learned to masturbate properly about a month after that nasty
episode with her best clothes confiscated and trashed.

   And just as her daddy had taken to fantasing sex with his lovely, if
taboo, daughter in his increasingly frequent jerk-offs so Chloe used a
fantasy of her daddy to drive her to her first orgasm.

   Marcia had taken her son to the cinema....  not Chloe of course.  "It's
Disney.  Too young for you, but just right for Cecil."

   That same gloating look on the brat's face....  though Chloe was quite
content to be left at home with her daddy.  It still rankled, though, that
the boy got all the treats and none for her!

   They had sent out for a pizza, and then Chloe had washed her hair in the
shower, dressing ready for bed before coming back to join her daddy, who
was watching football on the tv.

   "Want to change channels, Chloe?  I don't mind."

   "No.  That's all right, daddy.  I'll watch it with you."

   George looked at his daughter: she did not need fancy clothes to look
sexy, he thought.  Her night-shirt, you could not dignify it by calling it
a night-dress, had seen better days.  Once it had been white, but it had a
greyish tinge now and looked as if it had worn thin in places.  But!  But,
but, but!  It clung to her young body precisely because it was old and
worn. As she had walked to the settee, smiling that happy Chloe smile, you
could see her slim hips as she moved, her breasts like warm, plump pigeons
under the cotton.  He wondered if she was naked under it, or whether she
wore panties to bed.  Then he tried to dismiss the thought with a shake of
the head.  Fathers should not think such things!

   His cock twitched and was half hard as she sat beside him.  Her head
nestled between his biceps and his shoulder as he put his arm around her.
Her breast pressed against him and he could feel it even through his shirt.
It was firm and warm.

   Her hair was still damp in one place and smelled of lemons...  her
shampoo.

   Chloe studied the footballers, so macho and male.  The line-backers were
too muscular, too beefy to be really sexy, but some of the others...  the
quarterback,,,, now, he was sexy.  But he was not better-built than her
daddy, nor was he more handsome.  Yes, he was good looking when he took his
helmet off, but not old enough to be really sexy, like her daddy.  She
snuggled closer to him.

   Jeeesus!  It was difficult to concentrate on the match with the feel of
her body against him, so warm from her shower, so slender,so down-right
sexy.  He could feel his cock was stiff now....  and was glad it was bent
downwards and not sticking up to disgrace him, uncomfortable as that was.
Her night-shirt had ridden up so more than half of her thigh was bare,
golden-tanned, and slender.  Last week he had seen a young colt in the
fields and its joy at living, the slender beauty of its over-long legs, had
suddenly reminded him of Chloe, and he had felt a tightness in his chest.
He knew that was love, and he had never felt anything like it before.  His
cock had stiffened as he sat in the car watching the young horse gambol in
the meadow, but his mind was on his beautiful young daughter.  Yes, this
was love, and it was sexual too....  his cock went hard as if to remind him
of his nightly fantasies.

   Automatic, unthinking he rested a hand on the smooth flesh, giving her
shoulder a little squeeze too.

   He was happy!  But still lurking in his mind was Marcia's spiteful
words. He could not help it, but there was no doubt he did lust after his
daughter.  Was it just him?  Or did all daddies feel that for their
daughters?  Or was it only the ones who were lucky enough to have beautiful
and charming daughters like his?  Any way, he could not help his cock
getting hard: it had a life of its own!  And in any case he had no
intention of fulfilling his desires....apart from the morality there was
the law.  He was not particularly worried by moral scruples, except that he
would never harm Chloe, but the law was hard on pedophiles....  and eveyone
knows they get a bad time in prison!

   So he just enjoyed the moment.

   As for Chloe she had in fact seen her daddy's cock stiffen, and knew
enough from her school lessons and playground chat to be certain of what
that meant.  How she wished he would kiss her, and if he did that then she
could move his hand from her shoulder to her breast.  She knew that men
already found her breasts sexy, small though they were: their eyes followed
her and Julie when they went shopping in their shorts and tight tops.... 
and it was tits and bums they were looking at, no doubt in her mind.  Julie
agreed, and their girlish giggles probably made them seem even sexier to
the watchers.

   His hand felt good on her thigh....  she wished she dared move it up,
and up to her pussy, but also glad she could not as she knew it must be
damp with her girlie-place so-tingling and so-alive....



   As they sat together on the sofa they did not know it, but the final
crisis of civilisation had a few minutes earlier started with a telephone
call on the hotline between the President and the the leader of the world's
other super-power.  The two nations had been indulging for years in minor
"proxy wars" in which they armed allies who then fought in conflicts not
unlike the nineteenth century colonial wars, and usually in parts of the
world where the European powers of that distant age had fought for
territory.  The difference, however, was that in this century the power to
destroy available to each side was incalculable should the war no longer be
fought by proxy.

   It was late and both men were tired: one was probably drunk.  Threats
had been made on that red-telephone line.  Not quite ultimatums, but
certainly both sides had to some extent lost that control which had reined
them in for a generation.  The brinkmanship was perhaps calculated, but the
brink was moved closer.



   Watching the news in the morning and reading his newspaper later George
was one of the very few who had the foresight and initiative to see what
was coming and what he had to do.  He was helped, probably, by the feeling
he had nothing to lose.  Except for Chloe there was nothing in his family
life, in his home, in his work, that was worth saving.  He thought it
through: to be sure of survival he needed to get far from any centres of
population, with enough resources to at least survive the grim aftermath if
the worst should happen.
No time to lose then.  He sold up the shares he had been buying secretly
to eventually finance Chloe's university education, secretly because Marcia
would have vetoed it!  He knew exactly where he should run too, hopefully
with Chloe, and certainly not with his wife or her son.  He knew where! 
Somewhere that they could hide and if the worst did not happen, at least
neither Marcia nor any interfering Child Protection Agency could ever find
them until any search his wife would vindictively foment had died down. 

Then a new name and a new life for himself and Chloe.



   In the event he had three weeks while the crisis bubbled up, calmed down
for a few days, and then really threatened to boil over.

   That last Sunday morning he quietly packed a suitcase in his room and
went into the kitchen, where Chloe, her mother and brother were eating
lunch in the sullen silence that reined supreme mostly.....  it was at
least better than the bickering rows that might replace it at any time.

   "Listen up!  This is important!  You all heard the news this morning. 
It really does look like war unless either we or they back down, and I
can't see how either can.  And if war does break out it would be difficult
to find a worse place to be than just here...  big city, big industry,
airbases, military.  We're a prime target.  We have to get out and quick.
Like today."

   "You're mad.  Where to?"

   "The wilderness.  Up in the hills.  Not worth bombing them!"

   "You're mad.  We're not not doing any such thing.  We're not going.  If
you go you go alone.  Count me out.  Madness!"

   "Nor me."

   That was the brat!

   "OK.  But I am going, and now!  Chloe?"

   "I'll go with you, daddy."

   In fact her heart leaped.  She was going to get out of this hell-hole,
and with the man she loved and dreamed of every night and dozens of times
every day.

   His wife and son looked shell-shocked.  He meant it!  He really meant
it! He was going to walk out on them!  Marcia started to compose suitable
vituperative remarks, but it was too late.  Her husband and daughter were
in Chloe's room packing two suitcases and her back-pack.  "As many clothes
and trainers as you've got.  Any stout shoes, and your boots."

   No farewells.  No wishes for safe journeys, Just a shouted, "You'll be
back, Tail between your legs.  You'll be back!"

   Her arms around the boy, "Don't be worried, Cecil.  There won't be no
war, and those two will come crawling back you can be certain."



   The forty-ton ex-army truck was fully laden, but there was room in the
cab for their four bags and themselves.  Chloe could not believe it was
happening, but it was.  Goodbye to that rotten family, and hello to a life
with daddy.  That was enough for now as the heavy rig sedately drove out of
the empty warehouse where it had rested for three weeks, into the
industrial estate, and then carefully onto the freeway.  There were maps in
the rack under the dashboard, but her daddy seemed to know exactly where
they were going, almost due west she reckoned by the sun.

   She let him concentrate on his driving: once he had driven heavy rigs
for a year, but that was long ago when she was a baby, so he would need to
concentrate.  Finally she just dozed off....

   When she awoke it was still daylight but they must have got a long way
from the city as each side were huge fields of wheat, not yet ripe but with
ears of grain just forming that made them wave like the sea in the breeze
of their passing.  There were very few other vehicles on the road, mostly
heavy trucks and a few farm vehicles.....

   "Had a nice sleep?  Good, because we're going to drive a long time
before we rest up.  But I need a quick break, so now you're awake we'll
stop at the next gas station.Top up and have a piss!"



   The woman on the till seemed to take no notice of what she assumed was a
trucker and his daughter....  lots of guys took family with them sometimes.
He paid for the diesel and as Chloe came from the restrooms at the back of
the little shop area he gave her the bag of chocolates, biscuits and cans
of pop he had bought too.

   "Going far, mister?"

   She was just making conversation: he could tell from her voice she had
no interest, and he just mentioned the nearest town on the map.  "Nearly
done now.  Filling up for the next trip."

   "Safe journey."



   And so it was on and on again.  Chloe reckoned it was safe to talk now
as there was so little traffic and the road was straight, seeming to go on
for ever.

   "Where are we going daddy?"

   "Up in the hills.  Still two days from here if we put in enough hours
each day.  I helped your grandad build it as a holiday place, but never did
use it.  And nor did he, sadly.  It's a good place for us to stay until all
this is over."

   He could have added, but did not, "If it's still there, and the track is
still open...." He remembered them chaining the door and padlocking it....
but thirteen years was a long time!  And it had glazed windows.  Still the
only guys likely to get anywhere near it were hunters, and as a breed these
were honest and upright guys.  Mostly!

   He was silent as he remembered.  It was just after they had finished the
cabin that he had fucked Marcia and it all went wrong.  He was married
within three months, and his daddy, Chloe's grandad had died in that
tractor accident soon after.  His mother had sold the farm to the
neighbouring farmer and moved to the East Coast, where he seldom saw her.

   Time to start over again: he was still young: young to be father of a
twelve year old beauty at any rate!

   Chloe had found it was comfortable to slump back in her seat and rest
her ankles on the dashboard.  inevitably the hem of her dress fell away
towards her leaving acres it seemed of nubile tanned thigh, cute knees,
little calfs: the only thing innocent about those lovely slender, toned
legs was the white ankle socks and little-miss court shoes.  It was
difficult for George to keep his eyes on the road especially as the sight
of those limbs and her casual insouciance about showing almost to her
crotch got him thinking about tonight.  Tonight they would be sleeping
together in the cab....  it would be cozy to say the least.

   Tempting!  So much so his cock was stiff again.  But he would resist the
urge to make love to her.  He was going to soon, he knew that.  He had
crossed that bridge already.  As long as Chloe wanted it he would make love
to her, and there were signs that she did want sex and loved her daddy. 
But not in the cab of a truck!  Not her first!  He must not risk the Marcia
debacle repeating.  No, her first must be delightful, all-embracing, make
her want more and more, make her happy with sex all her life....

   Chloe saw his hard-on, of course.  Whatever men think, girls even at the
age of twelve don't miss the signs of male arousal.  Millenia of evolution
have taught them that most obvious of signals.  But she knew better than to
touch him or even comment.

   She knew they would kiss, caress, and more one day.  Soon she hoped, but
this was not the time or the place for it.  Still, her girlie-place felt
nice, and she could close her eyes and dream.  And if she clenched and
un-clenched her thighs enough she could....  yes, the tingling was
increasing, and then there was the orgasm.  Not a biggy, but nice all the
same.

   Her daddy saw the subtle movements of her naked thighs, her hips, and
then the flexing of her legs and he too knew what that meant.  There was no
doubt she had brought herself to orgasm, and that her eyes had been fixed
on her daddy's bulging crotch....



   It was just after dark they pulled into one of those large
truck-stations, with secure parking, fast-load diesel pumps, showers and a
restaurant.

   "Let's go eat, and then get some sleep.  We can shower in the morning,
then a good big breakfast and an early start.  We may get there tomorrow
perhaps but it will be early the day after because I don't want to arrive
after dark: the last ten miles are tricky."

   "If the track is still passable after thirteen years", he could have
said, but did not.....



   They ate simply but well: the food is usually good wherever truckers
eat! Both had steaks, both rare.  She had an ice-cream to follow, he a
heavy pudding....  mostly fruit.  He fancied a bottle of wine, but decided
he might as well learn to drink mainly water!  She had a coke.

   Back in the cab she wondered how she would get up into the bed behind
their heads, in the roof of the cab.

   "Pull yourself up!"

   She couldn't.  She was still too short and lacked upper-arm strength of
course.

   "I'll help you."

   He had wondered, when he was admiring her legs, what sort of panties she
was wearing.  Now he knew.  they were small, tight, and silky.

   As he placed a hand on each buttock he felt the firmness under the
satin: it would be so easy just to let his palm slide on the shiny nylon so
the side of his hand nestled between, against her pussy.  His cock twitched
to life again.  Ignore it, he thought.  Nothing I can do about that and
this is not the time.  So he pushed the giggling girl up.  He drew the
curtains on the cab side windows, removed his shoes and socks, and bunked
up.

   "Not much room up here, daddy!"

   She had removed her shoes and socks and was laying on her side looking
at him.

   "Can you unzip me, please daddy.  I can do it myself, but it's hard
laying down and there's not even room to sit up."

   The same problem again!  Was she being flirting, a deliberately teasing
and sexually savvy girl, or was this just the innocence of a young girl
unaware as yet of the power of a beautiful female body?  More and more he
suspected the former.

   "Cozy though," he said as he undid the clasp and pulled the zip down.

   It was a sight to dream of....  The white bra strap stetched tight
across her back, flawless, tanned, and wholly lovely.  Almost unthinking he
leaned forward and kissed her between her shoulders, feeling her shiver as
his lips touched her warm flesh.

   "Oh yes, daddy!"

   His own cock was hard, and he was almost sure his daughter was aroused
as well.  But this was not the right time for him to give them both what
they wanted.  Later!  A bed!  Comfort!  And above all time!

   He gave her rump a playful slap and pulled his own shirt off, undoing
the buckle on his belt.

   "Lights out in a couple of minutes, angel.  I've set the alarm on my
watch for five and we've one helluva long day to come.  Need our beauty
sleep"

   As she wriggled out of her dress he saw her panties matched her bra,
white satin pulled tight into her crotch, so the shape of her mound was
suggested, the lips too.  Not quite revealed.  That would be for later he
decided as he wriggled out of his jeans.

   And Chloe had an even briefer glimpse of her handsome daddy in his
boxer-shorts....  tented by what could only be his cock, and hard too,
'erect' exactly as the teacher had described.  She knew what that meant,
and what had caused it so her clitoris was tingling when her daddy switched
the light off and pulled the coverlet over both of them.

   He was careful that their bodies should not touch, and both of them
would have liked to masturbate, though neither dared....



   When the alarm went off he found he was laying on his side with Chloe
pressed up against his back, very aware of the twin pressure points of her
breasts and of her arm over his shoulder, pulling herself close to him. 
His cock was hard, as it usually was when he first woke up, but this grey
morning he knew it was at least partly his desire for his lovely daughter,
the memory of her tight satin lingerie glimpsed the night before, the
shadowy suggestion of nipples and labia.  He half remembered dreams in
which Chloe had figured, but the sex acts they enjoyed owed more to
subconscious memories of affaires with the wives of clients!

   Would he ever enjoy the "wilder shores of love" with Chloe?

   No good thinking about it!  No time.  Not the right place!

   He sat up, his legs over the edge of the bed.

   Chloe was already awake, and had been even before her daddy, enjoying
too the closeness of their near-naked bodies.  She wished her daddy would
cuddle her....  and more....  but knew why he did not.  She had gently
reached down and felt his naked cock before he awoke, feeling it stiffen in
her light grasp.  She knew he wanted her, just as she wanted him.  But she
also knew he had lots on his mind, lots of worries, and promised herself
that when they got to wherever they were going then....  what?  She hardly
dared hope.  She loved him so much she would give herself to him so
willingly, do everything with him, anything he wanted.

   As he sat up she touched her panties.  Damp!  And her girlie-place
tingling.  She wished she could rub it like she did most mornings and slip
her fingers into her vagina.

   There was a rest rooms / shower block close by, and they both used it.
Both found comfort in the hot water and above all the chance to masturbate.
George just had to think about his daughter's firm little breasts, her
white satin panties so tight over her pussy , and he came with scarcely
half-a-dozen strokes, his cum splashing high up thye shower wall-tiles. 
Chloe too came quickly, remembering the feel of her daddy's penis, and
wondering if it was cut or uncut.  She did not mind which....  both looked
exciting in the magazine her friend Julie lent her.

   A really heavy breakfast, and a bag full of pies, sanwiches, bottles of
fruit juice and water ("We may not get another chance to stop for a meal,
so can't have too much of this...."), and off again on the road.



   Two stops to fill up and comfort calls, and relentlessly along those
interminable roads with only a few small towns, until the truck turned off
onto a local road with an uneven, though bitumen surface.  It was
mid-afternoon.

   Just before dark they stopped beside a ruined farmstead.

   "Are we there?  Is this it?".

   "No, angel.  This is where I was born.  This was your grandad's place.
Nothing here for us!  We'll drive on till dark and then park up just off
the road.  I know this country so well!  We've less than fifty miles now,
but the last bit we can't do in the dark.



   It could easily have happened that night.  He had driven slowly the last
fifty miles as the road was getting worse, narrower and with some wash-outs
where the bitumen had not been adequately maintained, so it had taken
nearly three hours and was quite late by the time he pulled off and cut the
engine.

   "I'm glad this old lay-bye is still here and not filled up with cut
timber as it sometimes used to be."

   They had a quick "comfort call" each their own side of the truck,
finished the rest of the pies and sandwiches they had bought and then
George had said "Bed now, angel.  It's been a long day and we've a lot to
do tomorrow."

   They both undressed to their underwear in the cab this time and George
saw she was still wearing the same white satin....  there had really been
no chance for her to change into anything else.

   So when he helped her up into the bunk-bed he was able to see his hands
cupping her cute buttocks as well as feel the shiny satin and the firmness
beneath.  She looked over her shoulder, caught the serious look in his eye
and giggled, wriggling her bottom so one of his hands slipped and rested in
her crotch.

   "Ooh!  That feels nice," still with that naughty giggle in her voice.

   George reacted in two ways...  first his cock twiched and then he pushed
so she was lifted into the bunk.

   He followed immediately, faced away from her, towards the wall of the
cab, and switched off the light.

   "Long day again tomorrow, angel.  Sleep tight."

   George was exhausted.  The second full day driving the heavy rig, and
especially the last few hours where he was worried about the road surface
had taken it's toll on him, and he was asleep in seconds.

   Not Chloe though.  She had the memory of his hands on her bottom, the
side of his hand actually against her pussy, the sight of his face at that
moment, the power of his body as he lifted her into the bunk, the shape of
his cock tenting his shorts.  She slipped a hand down the front of her
panties, parting the lips and finding the familiar wetness of her cunt with
her forefinger.

   Daddy was well and truly asleep, but she knew she would never sleep
unless she came.  It was safe: he was snoring!

   She slipped her panties down to her thighs and slid a finger up into her
vagina, rubbing and pulling her clitoris with the other hand.  How she
wished it was her daddy doing this for her!

   With that thought she came!

   She woke before George in the dawn and found he was now laying on his
other side, facing her.

   He still seemed deeply asleep and she gently felt for his cock, feeling
it harden as she grasped it through the cotton boxer-shorts.  He murmured
something in his sleep as she reached inside the fold at the front to hold
it, warm and so silky outside, so iron-rod inside.  Gently she pulled it
through the gap: it was too dark in the bunk to see but it felt as if he
was "cut".

   She lay over on her side, away from him and backed onto his body, lining
herself up so his cock was nicely between her buttocks.

   Now for his arm.  Careful!  Mustn't wake him!  She gently lifted it and
placed it over her body, the hand on the satin of her bra.

   Now this was the cuddling she wanted....

   In his sleep his arm tightened so she was now really pressed against
him, his hand holding her breast like a tight bra.

   She moved her hips so his cock dragged across her cunt, sliding on the
damp satin.

   And daddy woke up!

   She pretended to be deep asleep, and was interested that he took several
minutes holding her breast and pressing his cock betweeen her thighs before
he pulled away.

   For George this was a foretaste of delights to come.  He was convinced
now his daughter would be a willing partner in lovemaking, that it might be
she desired it even more than he did.  But he still intended her first
should also be the best of her life, giving her an unforgettable experience
and shaping her psyche so she became as eager for sex as he himself was. 
For himself he allowed himself the pleasure of feeling her firm little
breast, and the pressure of her naked thighs around his cock.  Not long, he
hoped, before he would enjoy her naked body, her breasts and pussy without
the barrier of satin.

   No Marcia repressions!

   She chose that moment to 'wake up'!



   The last few miles were uneventful.

   The great tree that marked the entrance to the old track was still
there, and it was not too difficult to turn the truck into it.  The old
miners had built their road well, with the skill of men who understood
stone.  There were no wash-outs, and the thick layer of mining spoil used
to surface it meant that there were no large trees growing in their path.
The rig, using its crawler gear, was powerful enough to bend any small
saplings and bushes did grow.

   George was pleased that there were no signs that any other vehicle had
used the track for years.

   He was doubly pleased when the rig emerged from the forest into the area
the miners had cleared.  There was small scrub growing sparsely on the
platform, again built of mining spoil, and rather more on the area the
miners had cleared as a garden.

   He drove right up to the cabin, reversing and parking so the rig's
loading doors were close to the building.

   His heart leaped when he saw the padlock and chain he had last seen his
own father locking was still in place, and the windows were unbroken.

   It would be all right!

   Chloe saw a ruined small settlement with perhaps half-a-dozen roofless
near-ruins, but one larger building with stone walls and a steep roof that
seemed to be made of tar-covered currugated iron.  The building they had
parked beside backed directly onto a cliff face.  She reckoned the sheer
rock must be a hundred feet high.  To the left forest, to the right a long
valley with a stream running through it, and she realised the track must
have been following the course of that brook.

   "It's beautiful, daddy!"

   "Looks good, Chloe.  Let's see what sort of condition the inside is. 
There's bolt-cutters under your seat...."



   The door opened inwards.  There was no smell of decay, or even of
mustiness.  The dust on the floor was dry.  The logs he and his dad had cut
were still stacked up against one wall with the saw-bench he had made
himself still in front of them where he had left it thirteen years before.
Dexion shelves lined the other three walls.  All empty as yet.

   "There's more!"

   The door opposite them was still locked, but the key was in its place
under one of the logs, and it still worked.  This door opened inward to
them.  On a sudden impulse he picked her up and carried her through.  He
recalled he had never done this with Marcia, his bride....of course she had
been heavily pregnant his wedding night, not like this light and sexy
armful.  He decided he would not think of Marcia again.  Not ever!

   Chloe understood the gesture immediately, or at least hoped she did. 
Daddy was like her bridegroom, and if she could not marry her lovely daddy
she would not marry anyone else.  She put her arm around his neck as he
held her there and made sure her breasts pressed against his chest.  She
placed a little-girl kiss on his strong neck.

   "Oh, Daddy, it's great."

   Catching the eye immediately was the big, stove-blacked kitchen range
with pans and buckets stacked on and beside it.  On the wall over it a
yoke, and a rack suspended on steel cables to dry clothes.  An old
fashioned square sink beside it with a waste bucket under.  Empty shelves
and cupboards, a table, two chairs, and a huge iron-frame double bed with
brass bed-knobs and little blue ceramic panels.  There were two wooden
barrels and a large glazed earthenware urn.

   He placed Chloe on the bed and as she sat on it dust rose, but the
sprung mattress seemed intact.  Again no damp.  How pleased George was that
they had decided to lay a concrete float, seal it with bitumen, and then
lay the polished wood floor.  Seemed to have done the job.

   "There's more, angel."

   The door at the back was not locked and opened outwards into darkness.

   George took his daughter by the hand and turned on his wind-up torch. 
Chloe gasped when she saw a huge cavern.  As the beam circled round she saw
shelving, mostly empty but with some tools stacked here and there.  More
barrels and what looked like a cider press.  At the end of the torch beam
the cavern narrowed to a black oval.

   This is their mine.  The two outside rooms we turned into a house were
their storeroom and workshop, and this cave was where they kept their
mining tools, heavy equipment, and some of their supplies.  The hole at the
back is the mine itself and it goes back over a hundred yards.

   All your grandad and I had to do was repair the walls, plaster them, put
on an insulated roof and move in some furniture.  Everything else we'll
need is on the rig, and I'm afraid that's the next job.  As soon as we've
done it we can light the stove and cook something....



   The sack-barrow was so useful as sacks of rice, flour, beans, peas,
nuts, dried fruit and box after box of tinned meat, dried milk, dried eggs,
salt cod, dried meat,Oil, and so on were stored mainly in the mine, but
enough for a week or two directly into the outer storeroom.  George did the
heavy lifting while Chloe made a plan and an inventory of where everything
was.  That was her idea, and it proved a godsend over the months they were
dependent on it.

   About half way through they went to the river and filled the two large
buckets with water, using the yoke to carry them back inside.  One was
tipped into a container that had a barrel pump: this was for the sink.  The
other was decanted into the ceramic water-filter George had hunted up in an
antiques shop.  It was old, but apparently effective; good, robust
technology.  They lit the fire in the range, boiled some water and had a
tea and biscuits break.

   Towards late afternoon Chloe started to cook a sort of stew....  corned
beef mainly, some barley, pepper.  George had just finished unloading and
set up the portable toilet by the log pile when she told him his dinner was
ready....  just that stew, and some instant potato.

   Water was the drink, and would be from now on!

   "I've soaked some beans for tomorrow and I'm going to try making some
bread."



   After dinner they switched the radio on, but the signal was too weak for
enterteinment, but enough for them to learn the crisis was still ongoing,
worse if anything with nations mobilising their military.

   "There's boxes of books to unpack, and some cards and games and a chess
set somewhere.  It's in that long box along with a mirror I think."

   "Let's go to bed, daddy.  Lots to do tomorrow."

   He got a glimpse of her naked back and a flash of red satin knickers as
she turned away from him modestly, slipping one of her little-girl cotton
nightshirts over her head.

   Her slender and flawless back and above all the scarlet satin tight
across her cute little bum but loose at the legs had its effect on his
cock. The panties were cut so they hugged her hips leaving her waist naked
and made her look slim, almost boyish were it not for that rounded,
near-feminine bum.  He remembered the morning waking up with his cock
pressed against that satin and it twitched: he suspected he was leaking
pre-cum.

   Watching him as he undressed, Chloe was disappointed of course she did
not get to see it as he decided to sleep in his boxer shorts, but happy to
see she had caused an impressive tent in his underpants.  He smiled happily
at her as he lay on the bed beside her and her own body responded too to
his near-nakedness and the closeness.  She too remembered the feel of his
cock and his body against hers at dawn, and she too was certain she would
be damp down there as her clitoris woke up and tingled for her.

   "Best under the duvet, angel.  It will soon be dark and get cold.  Best
to warm the bed."

   "Cuddle me, daddy.  It's all so new and strange."

   He pressed his body to hers, like the morning, his belly to her back. 
The bed felt cold, and he felt her shiver.

   The shiver was not cold!  If anything Chloe felt warm against that
muscular body, her heart beating so loud that surely he must hear it.  It
was worth all they had lost....  school, the internet, tv, even Julie, to
have her daddy to herself, near-naked and aroused in bed with her.  Hidden
by the duvet she reached down and pressed her clitoris...  it had been so
good just after dawn rubbing her girlie-place till she came, imagining it
was her daddy's fingers....  his cock.  She could cum now so easily!

   "I know, my little angel.  It's difficult, but I think we had no choice.
I hope I'm wrong, lord!  I hope so, but I think it's going to be the end of
the world we knew.  All of it, the good and the bad."

   He had his free arm on her hip, two layers, cotton and silk between his
palm and her body.  She gripped his hand and lifted it so it was over her
back, and when he put it on her belly, surely feeling her panties through
her cotton night-shirt, she lifted it again and placed it on her breast. 
Now he really must feel her heart beating she thought as she heard him
gasp.

   Over the months he had watched her breasts develop from tiny bumps in
her cotton tops to proper little breasts beneath her school shirts, the
halters and tight t-shirts she wore for her trips to town, half-hidden by
her little bikini.  Once, her white satin bra.....all these glimpses and
suggestions were the stuff of his nightly dreams, and also of his
increasingly frequent masturbation.  So now he got to feel a so-desired
breast, warm and firm under his palm, the hard little nipple poking through
the thin cotton, his cock was rock-hard.  He pulled her closer to his body
and felt his cock pressing against her bottom.

   Chloe felt it too, and reached between them, grasped the throbbing cock
and pulled it free of his shorts through the gap at the front.  She
shuffled her buttocks so, like in the morning, it lay between her legs,
pressed up against her crotch.

   She pulled his arm down again so his open palm was resting on her belly,
just at the waistband of her knickers.  She had allowed her nightshirt to
ride up so he could feel the two textures, the warm silkiness of her flesh
and the shiny satin of those scarlet panties.

   He wriggled his free arm under her body....  she was no weight....  and
found her breast again.

   As he did this, pulling her close, he felt her hand on his, pulling it
downwards from her belly towards her crotch.  Her fingers covered his palm
as it cupped her pussy, a little, rounded mound under the satin.  He could
feel there was a covering of hair on her mound, a soft pillow under the
satin.  Blonde or golden...  or red?  His finger was held by her now and
pulled down and under so it touched her crotch, and he was aware of damp,
and under the tip of it he could feel the nub of her clitoris.

   Jeeesus!  She wanted him to pleasure her.  She really did!

   He pressed her clitoris and heard her little moan of delight.

   "Is that nice, angel.  Is it nice when daddy plays with your clitty?"

   "Oh, daddy, I so wanted this...."

   Her hand on his again now, guiding it down to the silky softness of her
thigh.  And then....  of course, the knickers she was wearing, the flash of
scarlet he had seen before, they had loose legs, no elastic, and he could
just slip his fingers up inside...

   To find the warm, soft wetness of her pussy, his finger now sliding over
her clit.

   "Oh yes, daddy, like that...."

   She was wriggling her bum and he realised she had managed to pull her
knickers down from her bottom onto her thighs.  Now his cock was between
her legs, just where he had admired that entrancing little gap between her
thighs when she was in her swim-wear, pressed now aginst the naked flesh
her cunt-lips.  If he pulled his own trunks down his naked thighs would be
against the naked flesh of her cute bottom.  It meant releasing her breast
and her clitoris for a moment, but he did just that.

   As he forced his arm beneath her and held her breast again, dabbled
again in her juices, felt her nakedness against his, he started involuntary
fucking movements, rubbing his cock against her pussy, letting it slip up
and down the silky, hairless flesh.

   Chloe reached under again and her daddy felt his cock enveloped in warm
wetness.  He realised with shock his daughter had opened her cunt-lips for
him so his cock now slipped up and down her crease lubicated by her juices
and his own pre-cum, held in place by the pressure of her hand.  He was
still pulling and pressing her clitoris, but now his cock was hitting there
with every thrust of his hips.

   It was almost like fucking, he thought, as he fondled her nipple and her
clitoris.

   She was wriggling against him now, and then her body seemed to go rigid.
She was panting and gasping.  George knew he was giving his daughter an
orgasm.  Knew, too, that he was going to cum, that it was going to be a big
one as her hand was adding to the friction on his cock.  He could feel it
gripped by her pussy lips...  she must have been holding them closed with
her other hand so they held him as he fucked.  Almost like a vagina.

   Her orgasm went on and on, and he could still feel her body spasms when
his own struck, fierce, almost painful pleasure as the cum rose and spat
from his cock onto her hands and pussy.  Again, again, again.'

   And then they lay close-held for minutes in amazed silence.

   "I've never...."

   "Nor me, angel.  I've never cum as big as that.  Never."

   He hugged her close, both arms around her now.

   "We should clean up.  I must have soaked you."

   "No daddy.  I like it and don't want it to end.  Let's just sleep like
this."



   In the morning he found he had rolled over onto his side facing away
from her, but she was pressed against his back and bottom.  He lay there as
the early morning sun made shadows on the pine floor and felt her warm
body, her breasts pressed into the small of his back.  He had a morning
boner, but needed a piss too, so it was out to the store-room and the
portable loo.

   The embers in the fire still glowed and he fed a new log in, filling the
kettle.  Chloe sat up in bed.

   "Are you making a cup of tea, daddy?"

   Her nightie had white streaks of dried spunk down it.  His own boxers
had patches where they looked as if they had been starched.  There must
have been spunk over the sheets too, he thought.

   Beside him, propped up in bed, she felt for his cock, finding it hard
and hot as she knew she would.

   "Can we again, daddy?  It was so good!"

   "Tonight, angel, we've lots to do and perhaps not much time."



   The first job was to find a way to the top of the cliff, secure the
aerial wire to a tree, and drop the weighted end down.  Plugged in they had
a good signal and could hear the news....  there really might not be a lot
of time.  So it was off in the truck with chainsaw, oil and gasoline to cut
more fuel.  There were logs and billets in the store-room left by that
teenage boy and his father so long ago, but not enough for what might be a
nuclear winter.  He looked for dead, dry timber, easier to shift and
immediately ready for use.  There was plenty, and he had a full load by mid
afternoon, when he dumped his saw and cans onto the heaps inside the truck,
rinsed his face in the stream that ran beside the track along much of its
length, cupping his hands to drink.

   It was a lucky day.  As he sat quietly a herd of deer came down to the
water about fifty yards away.  Never far from his rifle all day he lifted
it, sighted the telescopic sights on the head of a stag, and shot.  The gun
was silenced, and the "plop" it made did not spook the deer herd, but the
falling of the stag seemed to, and they vanished into the forest.  George
doubted if they had even seen or scented him.

   Later he would have skinned and butchered the beast properly, but time
was precious so he simply removed the hindlegs and forelegs, and a tranche
of the ribs, five large chunks which he loaded into the cab beside him,
where his daughter had treated him to a view of her long, slender legs the
day before.

   And back to the cabin.  She had put up a linen line from one of the
ruins across to their new home, and a bedsheet, his boxers, her red
knickers, and her white satin bra and panties welcomed him home like flags
at a fete.

   Chloe was waiting for him, a picture of teenage loveliness.  Think Lewis
Carroll's Alice in her blue and white simple dress, with her blonde hair,
blue eyes, and happy face.  She hugged him and babbled on happily....  she
had made a loaf of bread, and was cooking peppered beans, had done some
washing, and even had a bath herself.

   'Alice in Wonderland,' he thought.  'Lewis Carroll must have been like
me, in love with a young girl.  From the pictures in the book his angel,
Alice Meynell, must have been younger than mine, and not his own daughter
either!  No lovely breasts yet.  He took nude photographs of her, and of
all her little friends....  more permissive age that!  I wonder if he had
sex with any of them.  Perhaps he wanted to but struggled against it, like
I used to before I saw the light!'

   "There's a lovely little pool just a bit down the stream and I did the
washing there and had a nice clean-up.  It was cold but I felt lovely
after.The water's soft and you hardly need any soap.  My skin feels so soft
now." She giggled.  "You should feel it, daddy."

   "Guess I should too, I mean bathe.  Show me where it is."

   He knew, of course, but loved her obvious pleasure in showing him her
discovery.

   "It's all right, daddy, I won't look.  Or not too much!"

   She giggled and watched him undress.

   It did his heart good to see her so happy, all memories of their
wretched former life purged.

   She did watch as he waded into the pool, admiring his hard little
buttocks, muscles moving below the skin, and his broad, almost triangular
back.  He was suntanned, but his arse was highlighted gleaming white where
the sun had not reached.  He had meant to dive in as he used to when he was
a boy, with his own father, but the water was even colder than he
remembered as he dipped his toe in.  Finally he steeled himself to dip
below the water and emerge blowing, water streaming from his hair.

   Jeez!  It was cold, but cold!

   But very little soap was needed as he worked up a lather.

   She did watch as he soaped his chest, armpits and especially round his
cock and balls.  His cock had looked so handsome and exciting when he
undressed, not hard but very manly, but now the cold water had shrunk it to
less than the ones you saw on the statues in the museum, a little winkle!
She would have to warm him up.

   He was wading out now and she dropped the fluffy orange towel to the
grass, scooped up his clothes and ran laughing back towards the cabin.  She
turned and laughed again at his look of what?  Dismay?  Consternation?

   "Dry yourself well and don't get too cold.  I'll soon warm you up,
daddy...."



   His clothes were in a heap on the table, his daughter laying on the bed,
a dream of white and blue dress and long golden hair, smiling as she held
her arms out to welcome him.

   He had the towel draped over his shoulders, which did nothing to
disguise the power of his thighs and buttocks, slim waist and six-pack
belly, and the still-shrunken cock amid its mass of golden curls.

   She watched as his cock grew till it was at least half-hard, and hugged
him when he lay on the bed beside her.

   A first!  She profered her lips to him wanting a kiss and he responded.
They lay hugging each other for minutes it seemed in the newness of this,
She learning the erotic intensity of open mouths, of tongues possessing
each other's mouths, hands roaming over much-desired bodies.

   He slipped a hand up under her dress and stroked her thigh.

   She gasped.

   "My hands are still cold, angel.  Sorry..."

   "It's lovely, daddy.  Don't stop!"

   "You're right, my angel.  The soft water makes your skin extra silky,
really lovely and soft."

   His hand was now at the top of her warm thigh, the edge of his palm
nestling against her pussy, or rather the shiny knickers she seemed to be
wearing.

   "My skin is soft and silky all over, daddy.  You should feel me all
over. My breasts are real silky...  I know you loved to feel them through
my nightie last night....  I think you would like to feel them properly."

   "And kiss them, angel."

   "Then unzip my dress for me, daddy."

   She was naked save for a tiny black nylon thong that merely covered her
pubes, emphasising rather than concealing the delights of her mound and
labia.

   But it was her breasts that were really magnificent, small still, but
rounded and more conical than half-grapefruit shaped, their beauty enhanced
by the contrast with her tiny waist and still narrow hips.  Everything
about her was slender, arms and long, tanned legs, boyish hips and flat
belly, everything except those pert and perky breasts, the teenage girl's
glory.  Her aureoles were small and rose-pink, her nipples too smaller than
they had felt through her night-shirt, smaller than the many women he had
known, but so much more delicate, so innocent-looking and so kissable.

   It was heart-stopping beauty.

   "You're lovely, Chloe, really beautiful.  But, of course, you know
that."

   "And you're very handsome, daddy, dead sexy.  But, of course, you know
that." She giggled.  There was still much of the little girl about her face
when she laughed.  "Now cuddle me properly and feel my silky, soft skin."

   They kissed again, her breasts firm against his hairy chest, her tongue
seeking to enter his mouth, licking round his teeth, the inside of his
lips, his palate.  She was hugging him so tight and had slipped one leg
between his so she could rub her pussy on his hip.  He caressed the cheeks
of her cute little bottom, so rounded and fit, so smooth, naked except for
the strip of nylon that covered her cunt and anus.

   He broke off their kiss, but just so he could lick her breast, circle
his tongue around the aureole, cup his fingers over the firm little cone of
her breast and gently stroke upwards towards the nipple.  He felt it
stiffen and that was the moment for him to take it between his lips and
gently nibble it.

   He heards her intake of breath.

   "Nice?"

   "Oh, daddy!  It's so good.  It's as if it's connected to my clitty.  It
feels good in my breast but the same down there."

   "Then I'd better do it some more, angel."

   He took more of her breast into his mouth and sucked flesh, aureole and
nipple.

   "Nice?"

   "Oh, yes!  Oh!"

   She opened her legs a tiny bit as he cupped her nylon-clad pussy in his
hand.  She was small enough for his palm to cover the whole of her mons,
his fingers reaching down to feel the dampness in the nylon over her labia.
Still sucking first one breast then the other, he slipped a finger inside
the thong and found the source of that dampness.  She was aroused, wet and
juicy, pussy lips near open, and her little clitoris erect under his
fingers.

   He heard her suppressed gasp and held her clitty between his finger and
thumb, a light pressure.  She wriggled her hips and he felt her pussy
suddnly very wet indeed.

   "Pull them off, daddy.  This is so nice!"

   She raised her hips to help him, and slowly, savouring the moment that
had figured in his imaginings, in his nightly dreams for months, he pulled
the flimsy nylon down her hips.

   Her little triangle of curls was a more golden blonde than her ash
blonde pony tail, the hair still fine and not at all bushy so the shape of
her delicately rounded mound was completely clear.  It was so feminine and
so in proportion to her slender body, like her young breasts, he thought.
Her beauty as a young teenage girl was greater than any of the mature women
he had enjoyed.  You could see the white of her skin where it had been
protected from the sun by her bikini, and that drew the male eye inexorably
to the centre of her sexuality, her pretty, still-little-girl pussy that
delighted his gaze as he slowly, teasing himeself, drew the tiny, flimsy
pouch of her thong down over her thighs.

   She giggled and lifted her legs so he could remove the panties
completely and in doing so gave him the classic view of a pouting cunt-lips
plumped pussy.  As she lowered her legs again she opened them and he could
see the labia only hinted at beneath red satin knickers before.  Yes!  They
were plumped by desire, and he knew that they hid the wet and juicy cunt,
the erect little nub that his hand had explored a moment before.

   He wondered why she was giggling, but that was soon clear.

   "I was worried when your cock shrank so tiny in the cold water, but it's
proper size now.  Lovely and big and so manly, daddy!"

   He took her in his arms again, her head on his chest so her pussy was
right against his cock.  She thought he was going to push it against her
clitoris as he had the night before, and just the thought made her close to
coming.

   But no!  He hugged her, naked body against naked body, sex against sex,
smooth breasts firm against his hairy torso, stroking her shining blonde
hair, smelling the lemon of the soap they had both used in the pool.  He
often had enjoyed feeling that Alice-perfect hair, but never with the added
excitement of her naked young body so close, so willing....

   He pulled her up face level with his and kissed her again, and she
squirmed against him obviously trying to rub her pussy against his body as
they played the game of tongues and lips.

   She was as eager as he was!

   He wanted her tits again, and he closed his lips on the one he could
easily reach, and at the same time his finger again on her clitoris.  Her
hips were moving in an unconscious imitation of fucking, rubbing her cunt
against his hand.

   He could feel her naked bottom with his free hand warm still, rounded,
firm flesh, and above all that silky skin she had laughingly promised him.
He caressed it, kneaded it, slipped his fingers into the crease, heard
another little gasp as he tap-tapped on her anus, and then another as he
slipped a finger into her vagina from behind.

   God!  She was tight.  Smooth, fit-muscled, but tight.  She would be a
lovely fuck, he thought, but remembered the Marcia debacle and told himself
he must be sure Chloe was completely ready, that she would have the sort of
orgasm....  orgasms plural....  that would condition her to a ravenous
sexual desire for life.  No prim, repressed, bitter woman.  No sad Marcia!
He could feel she still had her hymen......

   He rubbed her clit, gently frigged her vagina, and could feel her
beginning to really grip his index finger.  He returned to her breasts and
gently nibbled her nipple, pulling at it with his lips at the same time as
he pulled her clitoris, firm between his finger and thumb.

   He could hear her cumming almost before he felt it race through her
body.

   "Oh my god!  Oh, daddy, it's so good....  I'm gonna...  Oh yes, like
that.  Jeeeeesus...."

   Her arms were tight around him, sharp little finger-nails digging into
him, her cunt gripped his finger, her clit was swimming in her juices, her
hips rose, lifting her bum from the bed, and he felt her whole body tense
as a series of spasms ran through it.



   He gave her no real pause, though he did leave her pussy alone for a
moment.  Now he bent over her and licked both breasts, first one then the
other.  She shivered as she felt his tongue on her virgin flesh, and then
as he licked down her body to her belly, his hands smoothing, feeling,
fondling.  He penetrated her pretty little belly button with the tip of his
tongue.

   She giggled.  "Tickles...."

   "Is it nice, angel?  Your daddy thinks you are so sexy he wants to kiss
you all over."

   "It's lovely.  Don't stop.  I had a wonderful cum.  so good...."

   "You wait, angel.  It gets even better.  Daddy knows how."

   Her navel was spicy, exciting, but he wanted to taste her pussy....

   What?  He couldn't.  He said he wanted to kis me all over....  he meant
this.  How could he?  Oh my god!

   He kissed the outer lips, feeling them so silky and plump against his
lips,and then, finger and thumb parted them.  The scent was clean and
feminine, her taste woman of course, but somehow more delicate, like her
body.  He licked up the warm, wet crease, reaching her clitoris with the
tip of his tongue.

   "Oh my god!"

   The surge of pleasure had been even greater than when his fingers had
touched her there.  He was licking her girlie-place, pulling at it with his
lips, nibbling it gently, pushing it with the tip of his tongue, and it was
the greatest feeling she had ever known.  How her daddy loved her to do
this for her, to give her this wonderful sensation.

   "Oh my god!"

   "Is it ok, angel?  Is it nice when daddy licks your pretty pussy?"

   No answer, but he felt her hands in his hair, pushing his head even
harder into her crotch.  Her thighs clamped down on his head, trapping him
between cunt and thighs, the best ear-muffs a man could have, he thought, a
lovely teenage girl!  And now his face was bathed in her tangy juices and
her hips were moving as his face, nose and lips, raked up and down her open
cunt.

   He heard her cum, even through those ear-muffs, and was surprised she
knew the words she was using.  It must have been a real big orgasm, he
thought, for her to lose it like that.

   Her spasms went on and on and on, and he even wished his lasted like
some women could.  It was probably true that women felt the pleasure even
more intensely than men.  His turn now.

   She was quiet again, and he got his head clear of those slender but he
now knew strong thighs, and turned so his cock was close to her face as she
lay on the bed.  He would say nothing, ask nothing of her, leave it to her
own instincts....  Remember Marcia!

   Chloe felt a lovely peace after the uncontrollable lighting bursts of
pleasure that had run through her body, pleasure so fierce and so unlike
anything she had ever known that for long moments there had been room in
her mind for nothing else.  The pleasure her fingers, even her daddy's
fingers, could bring her was nothing compared to this....

   Now he had moved so his face was still close to her pussy, but his cheek
laying on the inside of her thigh near her knee.  She could feel the
stubble from his chin against the tender flesh and it was sexy: so sexy
that she could feel again the beginnings of pleasure in her clitoris.  She
knew he was looking at her pussy and she liked that too.

   Her daddy's cock was close to her own face, the knob just an inch away,
peeping out from his foreskin, A clear drop of liquid dribbled from its
eye, ran down the end of it and fell onto the sheet.  It must be like her
own wetness, she thought.

   How strange to have a great rod like that and two huge balls hanging off
you all the time!  Not neat and tidy like her pussy, or firm-anchored like
her tits.

   It twitched, and another drop appeared.

   Almost unthinking she stuck out her tongue and touched the eye of the
cock, lifting a drop of pre-cum, tasting it.

   No taste, she thought, as her daddy groaned.

   The groan was one of pleasure, she thought.  She had heard that before!
He liked her tongue on his knob.

   She did it again, and the same groan, twitch, more drips....

   Would it fit in her mouth, she thought, opened her lips and let the knob
slide quite easily inside.

   Her daddy's response was to mutter "Angel, that's lovely," and he held
her head in his hands, fingers in her blonde hair, and forced the cock
further in.

   George had long ago decided that he would move from one sexual situation
to another with his daughter in her own time not his.  He would follow her
desires, not impose his on her.  Remember Marcia!  There was no doubt she
wanted to suck him!

   "Pull the skin down from my knob, Angel, and then suck me again like
that.  It's so good...."

   She took the cock out and studied it closely.  Yes, the skin would just
slip down off the pink mushroom of his knob.  She licked the underside of
the helmet and then stuck the tip of her toungue in the very eye.

   Another groan and a movement of his hips showing he wanted her to suck
again.

   Now he was moving his cock in and out her mouth: she had one hand over
his buttocks feeling his muscles move under the skin as he fucked.  So
sexy, she thought!

   He was speeding up, and she knew what he must be feeling: it must be
like her clitty and cunt when the orgasm was building.

   When he came, she thought, he would squirt all that stuff...  they
called it semen in the social biology class...  all that stuff that had
soaked her thighs, pussy and nightie, all that would be in her mouth.  She
wanted so much to make her daddy happy, to fill him with the same
overwhelming joy he had given her.

   George could feel the cum boiling up, that feeling in his arse, that
excitement.  He would cum in a moment.  Should he pull out or stay inside
her mouth.  Risk of disgusting her....

   It was too good.  He just had to!  He let it rip and his first spurt
caught her by surprise, he knew that as he felt her slender body tense, but
she swallowed and her little hand held his balls, pulling at the skin of
his scrotum.

   Jesus!  That felt good, and he knew she was enjoying the new experience
as he shot a second spurt.

   Chloe knew that semen came from his balls....  they had been taught
that....  Why had they not been told the pleasure a girl could give her man
this way?  Were they scared the girls would all want their pussies licked,
the boys all want their cocks sucked?  Another great spurt of hot, silky
semen.  Difficult to swallow it was so thick and creamy.  And still one
more.

   Daddy had been muttering praises, oaths, unthinking "Yes!, oh yes! 
Jesus, angel, so good...." on and on.

   She was so happy her daddy was happy!

   His orgasm was not as long-lasting as hers, she was sure of that, and
now he pulled his cock out of her lips, but only so he could turn round and
hug her, kiss her on her lips.

   As his tongue entered where moments before his cock had been she could
taste her pussy on his lips and guessed he could feel the slippery
silkiness of his semen that still coated her palate and tongue despite her
desperate swallowing.

   They lay silent in each other's arms.

   She started to tell him how good it had been for her but he interrupted
telling her she was the sexiext girl ever and he so loved her.

   Silent again, happy, they lay hugging each other until she realised her
daddy was sound asleep.

   Smiling to herself she wondered if it was the hard work of his day or
the power of her body to give him pleasure that had exhausted him.  She
gently unwould herself from his embrace and left him to sleep.  She felt so
full of life and energy now, and had a meal to prepare and some cleaning to
do.



   The next morning she woke before her daddy and stoked up the kitchen
range embers to make tea and toast some bread.  She was particularly proud
of this loaf as it had been made without using any of the dried yeast: that
meant they could eat bread at least till the sacks of flour ran out, and
there were lots of those in the mine-store.  She spread jam on the
toast.... that would run out first, she thought, but dismissed it.  Not
worth worrying about!

   Chloe had no timidity now about feeling her daddy's cock as they sat
propped against the pillows.  It stiffened for her....

   "Let's do it some more, daddy."

   "Men aren't like girls, Chloe.  You're the lucky ones.  You can do it
over and over again and it gets better all the time.  We are best if we
have a gap....  I'll do it better and enjoy it more if we leave it over
till this evening.  And that's a promise, Angel.  Also there's lots to do
today/



   So George unloaded the truck, stacking some of the dry, dead-wood
billets beside those that had been there thirteen years in the store-room,
the rest of them in the mine itself beyond the provisions.  Then he used
the saw-bench and a new heavy-duty saw to cut up some logs chopping them
finally with his axe into kitchen-range sized to replace those they had
already used.  Chloe moved the venison from the truck cab to the mine,
where the temperature was cool enough to stop it rotting too fast.

   She found some wild peppermint and hung great bundles of it to dry, to
replace the tea sometimes, and make sure they were ok when that finally ran
out.  For the rest, it was peppered beans and bread for mid-day, and huge
venison steaks to be prepared for supper.

   She started a diary, promising herself it would be completely honest and
hide nothing.  So she wrote about their exploring each other's sexuality
and in detail all the wonderful feelings her body and mind had experienced.
The exercise book was one of a packet of twelve in the "games and books"
section of her store-plan, so she reckoned she would never run out.  She
cheated a bit by writing up the first four days of their escape but
promised herself she would in future either write the same day or not at
all.

   She had dipped in her daddy's "A Hundred Every-day Secrets", the only
one he had unpacked immediately, a tatty old book full of useful
information and containing the secret of the sourdough bread yesterday, and
looked up tanning hides and preparing furs.  There was also a recipe for
soap using ashes soaked in water and clarified animal fat but her initial
experiment in frontier-living was to try to cure the skin of the first of
the venison haunches.

   It was all very exciting and new....

   By the time he had emptied the truck, securing he reckoned over a year
of warmth and cooking fuel, George was tired, hot, sweaty and dirty with
the dust of the forest.  He told Chloe he was going to have a wash in the
pool.

   She clapped her hands in a charming and heart-warming little-girl
gesture.

   "Oh!  Me, too, daddy"



   "You soap me and then I'll do you, daddy."

   With the soft water and soap her skin was especially silky under his
palms.  Standing knee-deep in the icy-cold water she raised her arms for
him to lather her arm-pits, her breasts straining upwards nipples erect as
icy water dripped onto them.  He soaped her, marvelling as ever at how his
little girl of only a few months ago now had these firm and so beautiful
breasts.  No wonder he lusted after them, and other men if Chloe's naive
descriptions of how she and Julie were ogled when in town at week-ends
could be believed.  Not that his cock was responding: as soon as he ducked
into the water it had shrivelled.  Still it was good to gently caress them
under the pretext of washing her.

   And her bottom, too.  Two lovely hemisphere's of fit young flesh under
his palms as he cupped them, and the mysterious hidden crease between.  He
smiled as he thought of those desperate guys in the mall looking at her
legs, her cute bum when her mini skirt gave them a quick flash of her
knickers.  And, yes, he had looked at them long before he knew for certain
that he hankered after young girls, before the closeness, availability and
open-ness of his little daughter had removed the blindfold from his eyes,
convincing him that he did indeed want her....  That he was a pedophile at
heart.  Well, the girl was his now, happy and willing.  He slipped a soapy
hand between the cheeks of her buttocks and she giggled as she felt his
fingers soaping her anus.  She gave a little squeak as his index finger
penetrated her arse as far as its first knuckle.  He had never put his
finger there, and that finger was the first object ever to penetrate.  He
must really love her, she thought, to wash her there.

   Or perhaps that's why men liked her bottom....  they were still so
difficult to understand?  What she did know was she would do everything he
wanted to please her daddy.  Everything.  It was all nice, anyway!

   She knew why his hands had lingered on her breasts, and was proud he
wanted them so much.  Now he was caressing her bum.  His caresses were not
doing much for her clitty: too cold for that.  But nice!

   At last he was soaping her pussy, and she knew why he was taking so long
over that.  She hoped the soap would not make her sore as he opened her
lips and soaped inside.  She guessed she would need it nice and juicy in a
few minutes time for her daddy to finger and suck.  She was glad he did not
mind that her pussy lips were still hairless like a little-girl's.  In fact
she suspected he preferred that.  Well, unless he plucked them when the
hairs started there too, like Julie's had, he would have to put up with a
hairy pussy.  She almost decided she would pluck them when it happened.

   Her turn now!

   Her daddy needed a wash more than she did, but the sweat encrusted dust
came easily off his back and chest, and she lathered his hair for him.  He
ducked under the water and emerged stammering how cold it was.  She laughed
and started to lather his bum, his balls, his cock, not surprised that it
had shrunk....  she now knew the effect of cold on it.  Funny!  It made her
nipples hard, but it made his cock completely soft even with his hands on
her tits and pussy.

   He may not have responded, but her hands felt good on his balls and
caressing his cock.

   He had done it to her, she thought, so why not?

   He was startled when he felt her finger penetrate, but was not at all
displeased to realise that her sexual curiosity extended to anal matters.

   It was time to duck down and wash the lather off, emerging to hold her
and kiss her.

   "It's too cold here, Angel."

   "Too cold for what daddy?"

   Giggling, she scampered off back to the cabin, drying herself on the
towel as she ran.



   The room was warm from the sun on the roof and the embers of the kitchen
range.  He stood at the door looking at his naked nymph, her hair darker
than it would be when it dried, but her pubic triangle that same golden
blonde.  A picture.  And her smile so sexy her lips fuller and more sensual
than any twelve year old girl had a right to, her eyes blue and almost
glittering as she whispered.

   "Come here, daddy.  I know how to warm you up."

   She felt as cold as him when he lay beside her and hugged her, so he
pulled the duvet over them both.  Her breasts must have been even colder
than his chest because they felt cold against him, but wonderfully firm
with their ice-erect nipples.  She pulled him over on top of herself as
they kissed enjoying rather than suffering his weight on her slender frame.

   She felt her daddy's penis stiffening, echoing her own pussy which was
tingling now as they regained normal body heat.

   "I can feel you getting warmer, daddy.  I am too.  Feel..."

   He rolled off her and cupped her pussy in his hand, big enough to cover
her swelling mound and fingers reaching down between her half-open legs to
find those so-desired hairless, little-girl lips.  He squeezed them
together between finger and thumb and then slipped his index finger inside.
Warm, wet, aroused, just as he was!

   He leaned over and kissed her again, tongue penetrating her mouth just
as his finger felt inside her tight, smooth-walled sheath.  Her hips rose
to meet the probing finger and she sighed her pleasure as he stroked and
gently squezzed a breast with his free hand.

   She wanted his cock!  It was stiff now and as she grasped it she could
feel it slippery as it leaked juices, just as her pussy was.  She knew in
her heart that father and daughter could not be closer than they were now,
sharing pleasure together.  It may be that her mind did not know
consciously that there was just one way in which they could be closer
still, but her body did know!  She may have been only twelve years of age
but she was female, naked with a male and her body, her instinctive self,
knew what was needed to make their union complete.  Taboos are as nothing
when faced with raw sexual attraction, obsession...

   George was surprised at what his daughter did next.  He was about to go
down on her, to taste again her cunt and clitoris but she upped and lay on
top of him, kissing him on the lips almost fiercely.  Then she shuffled
down his body, her tits rubbing him as she did so, her lips in the golden
mat of his torso seeking out his nipples, lower and lower until her pussy
found his cock and pressed against it.

   The effect on her clitoris was immediate, the feeling of such intimate
contact, her girlie-place and his so-male penis.  Her heart beat, there was
a feeling of tightness in her chest, she sucked on his nipple and tried to
rub her cunt against his cock.

   It was difficult.  The angles were wrong!

   She reached between them and grasped his cock, this time making sure
that it lay between the open lips of her cunt, his precum mixing with her
welling juices so that the cock was bathed in warm slipperiness.

   Her daddy felt her cunt lips enclosing his cock, and it was impossible
not to imagine those labia as being the walls of her tight vagina.  He had
penetrated it with his finger before, and how good it would be to feel that
smooth, muscular, so-alive sheath gripping his cock.  But he knew he was
too big, she too small.  Hell!  Even his index finger had to push hard to
penetrate.

   Chloe was murmuring how good it felt as he moved his cock in small
fucking motions, his knob pushing at her clitoris at the end of each push,
catching sometimes in the opening of her vagina, to slide immediately past
it.

   Now Chloe was moving her hips under him, in time with his little
thrusts. Much more of this and he would cum!

   Not yet!  Please god not yet!  Too good!  Make it last.

   Jesus!  She was coming.  His daughter was coming using his cock to
stimulate her labia and clitoris.  Chloe never came very noisily, more a
matter of panting, muffled squeaks and grunts, face flushing, legs and
belly tensing, and then the first spasm.

   She was coming spasm after spasm coursing through her body.  Her finger
nails dug into his pecs and side, pain stopping his own orgasm.

   And then she rose slightly and his cock, thrusting harder now suddenly
caught her vagina opening just right and penetrated as far as the flaring
of his helmet.

   He felt warmth, wetness, and an incredible gripping on the crown of his
cock.  Oh no!  Shit!  He had penetrated his daughter's vagina with his
penis in breach of the greatest of all taboos.

   She gave a little yelp of pain....

   "My Angel....  I'm so sorry I hurt you....  I never meant....  I am
so..."

   He tried to pull away, to pull his invasive knob out, but she held it in
place with the meagre weight of her body and the strong muscles of her
vagina..

   "No daddy.  Don't take it out.  It'll be nice I know.  Just lay there
and let it rest a bit....

   She was sitting up on him now, the duvet draped over her shoulders, but
their embrace had warmed them and she threw it off.

   George looked at his daughter's body, seeing it anew as that of a young
woman from the belly up, wonderful pert breasts, arms and shoulders slender
but not at all skinny.  Just right!  But as his eyes wandered down to her
pussy, that was still a little-girl's.  Yes, she had a triangle of fine,
golden hair, but the labia were still hairless.  There was a gross
disproportion between his thick cock and those childish lips.  His knob had
stretched them, forced them apart, and it seemed incredible that it could
have penetrated even the inch or two that was hidden inside her vagina.

   His cock throbbed, and despite his doubts, almost shame at the act,
seeing his knob buried in his daughter's cunt was incredibly exciting.  And
the grip was like no other cunt had ever achieved....

   She was astride him now, her hands on his chest bearing most of her
weight, the rest supported on his hands beneath her bottom.

   He looked at her face: she was biting her lower lip and had that look of
concentration he had so often seen when she had set her mind to a task...
but never before this particular one, he thought.  He could feel tiny
movements in her hips as her vagina seemed to be gripping and releasing his
knob, only to grip again.

   And with each tiny movement his cock penetrated a millimetre or two
forcing its way into her virgin sheath, stretching, almost painfully tight
for him.

   "Is it still ok, Angel?  If you want I'll....."

   "Shush, daddy!  It feels full, that's all.  I've wanted this so
much...."

   The movement gently up and down was more pronounced now and his cock was
sliding easier.  He realised that this was not only his precum: she was so
aroused that her juices were now lubricating far up inside her.  He
wondered whether she would be able to accommodate his length as well as his
girth.  She seemed so slender, petite as he looked up at her.  His silent
question was answered in no time at all as he felt his knob ground on
something deep inside her; his full length was in her and his palms were
crushed between her cute bottom and his own hairy body.  He pulled them
away and reached up for those tempting breasts again.

   "There, daddy.  I knew I could!"

   The earnest look of concentration had gone, replaced by her usual
cheerful smile, sultry eyes and sexy, pouting lips.

   "Oh yes, daddy, feel my tits.  Play with my nipples while I...."

   She lifted up, pushing herself upwards with her bent legs and George had
the delicious feeling of her vagina sliding over his motionless cock till
the flaring of his knob held her and she sank down again.

   Jeez!  She was tight, wonderfully tight, a tiny little sheath stretched
and gripping, but as slippery as if he had used baby oil.  As tight as a
woman's arse-hole, he thought.  Just as sensuous.  Who wants to fuck arse
when he has such a sweet, succulent, and above all young pussy....?  No
guilt or shame now.  She was enjoying.  He was enjoying.  So why not?  Life
was going to be quite hard enough without guilt over the one immense
pleasure left to them.

   Jeez!  She was fucking him now, rising up and down on his belly,
cock-head hitting her cervix deep inside every time, bottom smacking into
his belly every time.  Her nipples were erect and he was sure her clitoris
would be too.  He craned his head forward with difficulty and could see his
comparatively huge cock splitting her comparatively tiny cunt-lips, pulling
at the flesh of her inner lips every time she rose up, pushing them in
again with each fall.

   She was doing it fast, and he could see she was biting her lower lip
again, her eyes shut now.  Her vagina was gripping his cock so tight it was
almost painful.  Her face was flushing, and now her neck and chest.  There
was a look almost of pain on her face as her body tensed.

   Jeez!  She was coming.  His little daughter, his twelve-year-old blonde
angel, his 'Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth' blue-eyed-innocent was
coming.  No fingers, no lips or tongue, just the fucking of a hard cock and
palms on her breasts.  And what a cum!  Seemed to be going on and on as
spasms racked her body and still she fucked.

   The thought of his angel having a vaginal orgasm, so wonderfully
powerful a cum tipped him over and he felt his own orgasm rising from his
arse to his cock and almost painfully the first gush of his spunk deep
inside her.

   Chloe opened her eyes and saw the familiar grimace, bulging eyes, look
of pain on her daddy's face too and knew he was cumming as well.  Her body
spasmed again, gloriously as she imagined the hot sperm filling her body.
Her cunt slid easily over his cock now as the cum filled her sheath, and
still she fucked him, giving him the orgasm of a life-time, great
balls-draining spurts in her until finally she collapsed onto his inert
body.

   They lay like this in silent amazement, cuddling each other, until her
cunt fexpelled his now-limp cock with a farting noise.

   "Ooops!" She giggled.

   "That was like I've never known anything, daddy.  It was so good."

   "Me too, Angel, the best ever...."

   She got up from the bed and cum dribbled down her naked thigh.

   "Look what you've done, daddy.  I'm going to put my knickers on or it'll
get eveywhere.  Sorry!  I know you like looking at my naked pussy."

   More happy, little-girlish giggles, and his heart felt suddenly a great
tenderness for her, but he passed it off with a laugh.

   "Well I'll have to make do with looking at your tits while we cook and
eat."



   Chloe was a bit sore, but when he looked at his cock there was just the
smallest smear of red: that would have been her hymen, he thought, nothing
worse.

   She wanted him to do it again, in fact, when they were in bed after a
dinner of venison steaks, peppered beans, baked potato, and of course the
vitamin and mineral supplement pills, but he said it would be better to let
her pussy rest till tomorrow and then they certainly would.  In any case,
as she knew, men needed time to make all that spunk, while girls, even very
young ones apparently, could do it over and over again!

   So they played a game of chess: they were evenly matched luckily, but
she won that night.  George joked that the fucking seemed to have woken her
brain up as well as her pussy.

   And so to bed as soon as it was dusk, to save the precious kerosine,
candles and wind-up torches.

   George swiched the radio on, by their bed to catch the news.

   And the world had changed!



   They cut in in the middle of a bulletin which was an almost unending
list of major cities.  George worst fears were confirmed as the next item
announced that as far as could be ascertained no member of the government
and very probably few if any elected representatives had survived the first
treacherous attack: the military high command would meet today to select an
interim president and a provisional government team.  Citizens who had
survived the initial attack were advised as far as possible to remain in
their homes as many otherwise undamaged areas would be experiencing lethal
levels of radiation.  There was no safe area to run to as the rockets
continued to fall.  The news service would remain continuously on air with
constant updates on the situation.

   Chloe and her father looked in horror at each other as the bulletin
refreshed.  There had been a massive nuclear attack with no warning at all.
Our much-vaunted defensive measures had been ineffective against new
systems the enemy had secretly developed and most major centres of
population had been targeted.  The attack was Pearl Harbour again but on an
unimagineable scale.  Infamy!  Surviving citizens would be reassured to
know that our response has been massive, and continues.  The cities struck
are, in alphabetical order....

   Chloe's city began with 'C'.  It was destroyed.

   She hugged her daddy and wept.  She wept for her school, her friends,
the girls' soccer team, nice Miss Hammond who taught math, and Mr Parmeter
opposite, with the lovely golden retriever that always wagged its tail and
licked her knees.  Above all she wept for her best friend Julie, and
because her daddy was weeping.

   George had feared this would happen as like as not, but the shock was
still intense.  He wept.  He wept for his nation, his city, all the people
he had known and some he had loved, and above all because his Angel was
weeping.  What sort of world would she grow up in?

   "It's just you and me now, daddy...."

   He could find no words, but held her and stroked her hair until finally
both slept while the radio whispered its dire tidings.



   He awoke befor dawn and lay listening to the radio.

   It was even worse.  The last organised government had been destroyed by
a direct hit on the supposedly impregnable military bunker head-quarters
and this broadcast was coming from a plane somewhere over the ocean.  When
its fuel ran out there would be no more news bulletins.  George killed the
radio, and had a piss in the store-room portable toilet before coming back
to bed, in his trousers now, careful not to waken the sleeping child.

   She woke though...

   "It wasn't a dream was it daddy?'

   "I'm afraid not, Angel."

   She started to sob again.

   "It's good to cry, Angel, but we have to be strong if we want to
survive. And I love you so much I desperately want us to live.  Can we be
strong, Angel?"

   "I'll try, daddy."

   "Good girl.  Now this is what I have to do, and what you should do."



   The Geiger-counter showed very little radiation beyond the normal
background level, but he pinned the badge to his shirt nonetheless.  Chloe
had been told always to wear it outside and to come in immediately, wash
and change her clothes if it changed colour.  She knew how to use a rifle
and should not go outside without it....  A warning shot at anyone, yes
anyone, and if they did not turn about and go immediately, a shot to the
legs.  There probably would be nobody, but anyone, yes anyone now would be
bad news!

   The truck started first time, and he was soon out on the road again,
turning the rig with some difficulty and driving it a hundred or so yards
back up the track.  The first job was to drop the huge "Sign-post" tree
across the access to their track, and the chainsaw made fast work of that.
He had, however to disguise the saw cut with dirt and rocks, which took
longer, and now not only could no marauding 4x4 get onto the track but even
know it was there especially without the sentinel tree.

   Back up the track now to the first of the stands of oak he had noticed.
These were close to the track, slightly uphill which would make them easier
to move, and close together so they grew tall and straight, less work to
cut into billets and load on the truck.

   It was hard, hot work but the chainsaw behaved itself, and he soon
learned the maximum size log he could manhandle into the truck.

   About a quarter load, and then on to the next clump of oaks.

   After that the next.

   And then the last.  The truck was now as full as he dared make it so he
loaded for the last time the chainsaw, the gasoline can, the chain-oil and
drove the four or five miles back to the mine, carefully, crawler gear all
the way.  Relieved when Alice-clad Chloe waved a greeting from the door and
he backed the truck so its access doors faced the cabin.  Couldn't hope for
a better reserve-fuel store, he thought.  Except as a source of metal the
truck would be useless for anything else now.

   "I could hear your saw," she said, "and finally it seemed so near I
guessed you would not be long, so I had a swim and got dressed in the frock
you said made me look sexy.  I've got some water on the stove warming so
you don't have to go in that cold river as late as it is.  Anyway, I want
to wash you myself.  Kiss me daddy!"

   "I'll spoil your dress, I'm so dirty and sweaty."

   But he hugged her and kissed her all the same!

   "I love you dirty and sweaty, daddy.  But I'll like you nice and clean
and naked as well."

   Nothing lasts when you are still a child he thought as she dragged him
to the house, the tears of the night before dispersed in the promise of
joyful sex....



   Her badge like his had not changed colour.  Lucky again!

   "Now you take off your shoes and socks, daddy and I'll do the rest."

   Her night-time fantasies in the old days had sometimes included
undressing her daddy, and today she would purge those memories in the fact
of the real thing.  George felt a bit shy, amazed at this, as he stood by
the tin bath in front of the stove.

   She unbuttoned his checked shirt and when he was bare-torsoed kissed his
shoulder and ran her hand through the damp curls on his chest.  They were
the same golden-blonde as her own little fleece, she thought.  She was so
glad she had her daddy's colouring and not her mother's or her brother's.
She dismissed the unwelcome thought: her daddy smelled good, she thought,
sexy, fresh sweat.  She was aware of the excitement in her pussy, that her
heart was beating fast.  She licked his shoulder and then undid his belt so
his trousers fell to the floor.  His cock was half-hard.  Soon she would
have it fully erect she thought and smiled inwardly.  And soon after that
inside her....

   She hugged him again.

   "I like the feel of your beard, daddy, though I hope you keep it nice
and short like now.  It feels so good when you kiss me." She hugged him
again, and kissed,

   "And it will feel even better when you kiss my other lips." She giggled
at her forwardness.  "But first sit in the bath.  The water's warm, not hot
but certainly not as cold as the river."

   She tipped the first of the two buckets over his head and it produced an
inch or two around his arse and legs as he sat.She lathered his hair, and
then his chest and arms.

   "If you wore your hat your hair would not get so dusty....."

   "Doesn't need much soap.  Now stand up and I'll do the rest.  This is
the bit I've been looking forward to, daddy.  And you too I can see!" She
giggled as she bent his now-stiff penis down and released it so it sprang
up again.  "Lovely."

   George stood there, still somehow shy at this new, proactive litle girl
of his, so self-assured and happy in her newly acknowledged sexuality.  Her
hands caressed his calfs and thighs and then she lathered his arse and
balls, her hands lingering there, fondling as much as washing, squeezing
sensually, stretching the skin of his scrotum.  He was sure his cock would
be dripping precum.  He did not know what to do with his hands, wanting to
reciprocate, to caress her, but his hands were wet and soapy and she had
her best dress on....

   His cock twitched as she now soaped his arse.  One little hand was on
his cock, sliding up and down it in the lather, the other around his anus,
his perineum, and then a finger right inside his bum.  Good lord!  he
thought.  Not many of his women had done that!  When he was quite young a
neighbour had taught the little lad the pleasures of prostate massage and
it looked as if his lovely daughter would be willing to do the same for him
when he taught her.  Later!  Everything in due time!  They were going to
have many long days and nights together....

   "Sit down now and we'll rinse you off."

   The second bucket was warmer as she tipped it over his head and down his
body.  She put the bucket down and threw a towel at him.

   "Dry yourself down.  I'll be waiting for you."

   A picture of juvenile beauty as she lay on the bed, long slender legs,
body decently covered but breasts filling the bodice, the silk stretched
tight over them.  His cock was twitching and pre-cum ran down it as he
dried himself.

   She looked at him as he stood by the bed, so masculine and handsome, so
strong and well built.  His chest and pubic hair was golden, his body
suntanned except for the white strip that focussed her eyes on his erect
cock.  It twitched and she saw a dribble of clear liquid run over the
flaring crown and down the near-vertical shaft.  Her own pussy gave a
little tingling jolt, and she would dearly have loved to part her
cunt-lips, find her clitty with her thumb and forefinger, and stroke it,
pull it, twist it.  She wanted some of that cock.  Now!

   He smiled, but he had that look in his eye, concentrating and somehow
hard, like the look she and Julie sometimes got from men sitting on the
benches in the Mall watching the teenagers pass.  it was the look of male
desire, always welcome to a girl, but especially so when it was her beloved
daddy, her lover, aroused, cock-hard and arrogant.

   He smiled because he had seen her nipples harden, poking little points
in the blue silk of her dress, and he knew her clitoris would be hard too,
her cunt sopping wet for him, ready for his cock.  This time he would make
it last, discipline himself so she canme and came again.

   He lay beside her on the bed and her arms were around him, her mouth
seeking his.  She was more than a head shorter than him and his cock
pressed against her warm, bare legs: he was glad he was not leaking precum
on her lovely dress!

   He fondled her breasts as they kissed, her tongue in his mouth as she
had so recently learned, her hands stroking and kneading the muscles of his
arms, his shoulders, his back.  His palms slid over the silk, feeling the
firmness beneath, the hard points of her nipples.

   Your breasts are so lovely, Angel, just so firm and so shapely, and they
feel so good under the silk.  But not as silky as your skin when you are
naked.

   She was silent, glowing in his praise, heart tghumping with her desire
for him.  She kissed him again, her lips almost painfully fierce against
his as she pressed her body against him.

   He felt her thigh, warm and firm, and slid his hand up to her crotch,
cupping her mound, his fingers in the fine fleece of her pubic hair.  Nude!
No panties!  She had waited ready for him!  She wriggled.  He felt for her
pussy, cunt-lips plumped by desire, and so sexily naked of all hair as
yet.Inside she was wet and juicy and she gasped as he fingered her clitty,
and again when he slid his index finger into her vagina.  She gripped it,
fit young muscles promising a superlative fuck!

   "Take it off, Chloe.  Take your dress off.  I want to see and feel you
naked...."

   Chloe's excitement increased as her daddy fastened onto one of her
nipples, sucking and nibbling as she imagined a baby would: perhaps all men
wanted to see, feel, kiss breasts because they were once babies, she
thought.  But then why didn't women?  Or perhaps they did!  If she had a
chance would she have kissed Julie there....  she often did on the lips, in
play?

   But still fondling her breasts his lips were now journeying downwards,
licking her belly button, sticking a pointed tongue into it, circling it
with his tongue.

   Who would have thought the belly button was one of those 'erotic zones'
the girls had giggled about?  Well it certainly was and she just knew her
pussy was soaking wet, hot and ready.  There was a momentary sadness as she
remembered all the three giggling girls in the park that sunny day must all
be dead now.  But the moment passed as he nuzzled her mound, pulling at her
golden curls with his lips on his way down to her cunt, the centre of her
being this magical moment.

   He heard her gasp as he pressed his wide open mouth around her plump
lips, squeezing them together before he slid his pointed tongue between
them.  She tasted salty, clean, a real woman-scent there but more delicate
than the grown women he had sucked off.  Or was that just an illusion
caused by the fascinating white, hairless lips and the little-girl slender
hips and fine, slim thighs?  Anyway, his face was bathed in her juices as
he worked it up and down her cunt, nose and tongue pressing her clitoris
with every pass, tongue catching in the depression that was the opening of
her vagina.  He could feel her hips moving under him.  Not long now! 
Faster!  And, yes, those little grunts, those movements of her hips, her
legs tensing as she came.

   "Quick, daddy, stick it in me before it ends....  Now!  Please,
daddy...."

   George had thought about this while labouring through the heat of the
day, remebering a one-night stand years ago when he had found a young
Chinese tart with such nice, firm tits that he wanted to enjoy them while
still having a good fuck.  She was not much taller than Chloe, but there
and the tits is where the resemblance ended.  Slightly ashamed at
associating sex with his delightful daughter with shagging an Asian whore
he nonetheless quickly moved her so she was exactly as he wanted her...  on
her back, yes, but with her weight mostly on her right buttock, her left
leg laying so her left buttock was clear, and he could see the beautiful
white cunt-lips from behind.

   He opened the lips with right thumb and forefinger, placed his
cock....welling precum by now...  pushed and was in her.

   Left hand over her now, reaching down for her pussy from the front,
finding her clitoris, and starting to rub it furiously while he smashed his
cock into her still-tight vagina, forcing it ruthlessly till it touched the
end inside her at the same moment as his belly smashed into that cute
little bum.

   They got a good rhythnm up, she pushing back with each thrust, he
rubbing her clit as fast as he could, her wetness now actually drenching
his figers and even his wrist as he did so.

   He could see her face....  her shoulders were flat on the bed, and her
breasts standing so perky and so shapely.

   See Them?  He could just get his face down to them to lick and kiss.

   Chloe thought she would faint.  Then she thought she would so lose
control as to piss herself.  Then the huge impacts of his cock, the
stretching of her cunt, the mauling of her clitoris, his mouth on her tits,
her daddy's profane admiration of her body, of her tight little cunt, of
her beautiful bottom, of her wetness, her wet cunt which he called her
'slut's cunt'....  she did none of those things.  She came.  It was a
great, shuddering orgasm, different from any before, even the ones she had
with daddy, wiping eveything from her mind except that cock, that male
body, the senasations running through her cunt, her tits, even her arse,
and somewhere an amazement that it could go on so long.

   George was exercising immense self control: he could so easily have cum
with that slender, beautiful young body collapsing in orgasm under him,
with the breaking of the great taboos against incest and adult-youth sex,
with knowledge of the joy he was giving her.  But he did not.

   Instead, without withdrawing his cock which anyway was now being gripped
surprisingly strongly by her cunt, he turned her fully on her belly , put
his arms under her pulling her to ker knees, and continued to slam into
her, doggy style....

   Almost immediately she was coming again, her cunt like a thousand soft
fingers gripping and releasing his cock as he stil thrashed it in and out.

   He was close now!  Almost uncontrollably close!

   "Please daddy.  Cum.  Please fill me, daddy....  That's enough.  I
can't.....  Ooooh!  Oh my God!  It's again.  It's again.  Oh Sweet Jesus!
Cum daddy...."

   The release for George was immense.  His orgasm curled from his arse,
from his balls, the spunk rose, and with an almost painful rush it spurted
deep in her.  Her cunt was gripping him as he half withdrew, punched in
again and felt the hot cum gush.  On and on it went, twice more until the
sexual rage slackened and he moved more gently in and out, and finally she
collapsed on her belly, he on top of her, his cock still impaling her.

   EXTRACT FROM CHLOE'S DIARY year 1 July 18th.

   'We've been here just over two weeks and it has been getting colder
every day, when it should be getting warmer.  The day after the catastrophe
the skies darkened and they have been grey ever since.  Daddy says there
may be a nuclear winter: No sun for long enough and the world will freeze.
Some scientists say it will last for months, others years, some even
decades.  We are hoping it is months....  though that would take us into
the real winter.

   'We listened to the radio from the Military Station until that just
stopped completely.  There are now only short-wave stations and none it
seems from our continent even.  There was a lot of stuff about the other
side being the aggressor, but the shortwave we listen too, which comes all
the way from Australia says it seems to have been a mistake.  One side
thought it was being attacked....  it wasn't....  and luanched.  then the
other side knew it had, and launched too.

   'The Australian scientists think that the continued launches are not
done by men, but by automated systems....  the doomsday programs.  There is
unlikely to be any organised military or govrenment either side, and now
rockets are falling all over the world, on countries once believed to be
friendly to one or the other side....  which in fact is just about every
country....Japan has gone.  Even Australia and New Zealand are getting some
now.

   We can't worry about that any more, daddy and me ..  No good worrying
about things that are over and done.

   The sex gets better and better, Daddy has fixed an implant in my arm so
I won't get pregnant.  It hurt a bit, but not as much as having a baby I!
should think...  I want his babies one day, when I'm bigger......

   We play a lot of chess, and read, and talk.  There's always wood to cut,
water to fetch, ashes and poos to take away.  Cooking.

   EXTRACT September 1st.

   It snowed today, when it should be blazing hot.  No doubt about the
nuclear winter, then.

   There's still a radio somewhere in Australia and another in South
Africa, but apparently there is disaster on disaster round the world. 
There has been and will be no harvest to speak of all through the northern
hemisphere, in the south it will be impossible to sow this year if the
scientists are right, and through the tropics cold is killing everything.
There is quite general starvation for the few survivors of the bombs and
radiation as local supplies run out and there is no distribution system
left: only the toughest and most ruthlessly violent are still alive.
On top of all that there are three epidemics.  The radio says they may
be escapes from laboratories wrecked by bombs or looters, or they may be
even more "doomsday" weapons.  Whatever, they are lethal: one is a type of

ebola, the other two have no name and are probably designer-diseases...

   The scientist says that we may be looking at the end of the human race,
except for completely isolated, resourced for the nuclear winter, and able
eventually to feed themselves through their own efforts.

   "Us, in fact," daddy said.

   "Then we might be Adam and Eve, daddy?"

   "On the bed, Angel.  I'll show you......"



   EXTRACT December 1st.

   Daddy shot a feral pig today, which was so welcome as we have nearly
finished the cheese, and all that pork will stretch our tinned stuff
further, He had gone with the sled to empty the ash and poos.  He saw the
pig before it saw him....  a big boar with several smaller ones too, and
killed it with one head-shot.  I helped him butcher it and get it back on
the sled.....  into our fridge.  The cab of the truck!

   Daddy says it's a real good sign as it means that the wild game has
survived the winter so far (and we sometimes hear coyotes too).



   EXTRACT April 7th

   Nine months of cold, overcast, grey skies and finally the sun!

   On cue for a proper Spring and perhaps the beginning of proper seasons.
There's a lot of snow, but daddy says that it melts very quick in Spring
here.

   We're going to be all right.

   I'm having my period so we couldn't celebrate properly as Adam and Eve
but I let him fuck me in my bottom.  I know he likes that a lot.  I don't
mind, but it doesn't do so much for me as feeling his hot cum squirt in my
mouth, which is what we usually do with my period.  Any way, if he wants me
like that it's ok by me....

   And we looked out the garden tools as we will be clearing the miners'
old gardens for our own vegetables.....  daddy brought lots of different
seeds for us to try out.

   All very exciting.

   Extract July 1st.

   We have now been her four years exactly.  Our baby was born yesterday,
and we are calling her Julie.

   I was so afraid that there might have been radiation damage, but she's
lovely.  A little small....  a good thing as I'm only sixteen....  but
perfect.  we were lucky with radiation: the geiger always shows more than
there should be, or rather used to be.  But not dangerously ever.

   We have packed up listening in to the radio years ago: it may be that
there is nearly no-one left except us, or at any rate no organised
communities, daddy says.

   There's no shortage of game for meat: jack rabbits lots in the river
valley, wild pigs, and so many deer that they are a bit of a problem and we
have to fence the vegetables that they particularly like.  We thought about
getting some of the piglets and taming them.  But no point finally as we
would just have to feed them in winter, and if we want pork it doesn't take
long for us to find them in the woods and bang....pork.

   The miner's fruit trees survived the extra months of winter...  plenty
of apple trees, some plums and pears too.  We have even grafted some new
ones onto seedlings grown from pips, so there will always be fruit.

   We celebrated Julie's birth and our anniversary here with a glass or two
of cider from the barrel in the mine.



   Extract from the diary year 20, March 28th.

   Two days ago the boys were in the woods hunting deer, in fact sitting by
the river eating their lunch....  dried sausage.

   Imagine their astonihment when two guys came up the old track a dead
deer strung by its feet to a carrying-pole.

   They could not have been more surprised than the newcomers, who dropped
the deer and stood motionless.

   Jeb says he got up and spread his arms out so they could see he had no
weapon, hands facing down.  They did the same.  The boys knew they used to
be black folks as well as white (though we are not really white are we?)
but had never even seen a picture of one.  They were taller and more
muscular than Jeb or Stu, but smiled and looked friendly once the amazement
left their faces.

   They sat down and shared some sausage....they had bread and dried meat!
It was many years since the sacks of flour were finished for us.  Bread was
a real treat for the boys!

   They spoke English too, but with some sort of accent, but no problem in
understanding, really.

   "We thought we must be the last people at least around here."

   "Us too.  We thought that.  Many of you?"

   "Cecil....  he's our pa....  came here with some guys and girls calling
themselves hippies or New Age or something.  They'd been here a few months
before the disaster.  Back then there was him, another guy and four women.
By the end of the winter there was just him and two women.  Now there's
also us two and our three sisters.  Bridie....she's twenty, Sylph.... 
she's eighteen.  I'm Matti: I'm sixteen.  Then there's Ricki here: he's
fourteen.  Bridie's got two daughters, Meg whose just six and the new baby
Gurlie.  Sylph has a boy-child, Cal: he's five.  Then there's our little
sister Anna: she's only just twelve, but bed-able."

   "You fuck your sisters?  We do, and our Mom."

   "Yeah!  All of them love it.  And Mom's the best: she knows all the
tricks."

   "Come off it, Matti.  We all know you've got the hots for Anna..."

   "Right on!  She's the horniest little lovely.  Cute arse, lovely tits,
tight little cunt!  How many you got?"

   "There's Chloe and George, our Mom and Pop, though Chloe's our sister
too.  Sort of.  There's just us two boys.  I'm Jeb, eighteen and this is
Stu sixteen.  We got two sisters, Julie...  she's twenty and has two kids a
boy and a girl, and Flower whose twelve like your Anna.  She's the horniest
of the lot, but all three like fucking....  all the time.  Keeps us and
George busy!  I never saw a black girl, let alone fucked one."

   "You got a treat coming then!  Your women-folk all blonde like you two?"

   "Yeah."

   "I'd sure like to fuck a blonde girl...."

   "Our place is only two hours up the track here; bring that deer and your
cocks and you'll get a welcome...."



   They emerged from the woods into the now much larger settlement clearing
to see a robust but grey-haired man and a really fit looking young woman
hoeing a field of vegetables, but what really caught their eye was the
stunning little blonde girl who seemed to be repairing a tall woven willow
fence panel.  She had only a short deerskin skirt covering her modesty,
naked otherwise, and a vision of long, golden-tanned leg and pert little
breasts.

   She came running over, followed soon by her mother and father.

   Flower knew immediately she wanted both these handsome, new men, or at
least her hot little pussy was telling her.  Chloe, too, felt the familiar
stirrings and looking them over decided that the time had come to conceive
another child....  the clan could do with some genetic diversity!  She
smiled happily as they were introduced, greatly encouraged by the obvious
erections tenting the young men's leather trews......

   But that's another story.







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