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 Excerpts from a diary (Mg, nc, inc, ped)

   by MrTriple

   Thursday morning

   Dear diary.  I'm so happy today.  Dad has promised to take me to the
movies.  We are going to see Dirty Dancing - can you believe it?  Patrick
Swayze is sooo cute.  I never thought dad would let me see a grown-up
movie. Mom certainly wouldn't.  She thinks we are going to see Benji the
Hunted.  Well I'm off to school.  Sheela is going to be so envious.  Can't
wait till tonight.

   Thursdag afternoon

   Hi, it's me again.  Just finished my homework.  Today in school I told
Sheela about me and dad going to see Dirty Dancing.  She almost didn't
believe it.  She was so envious.  Now I have to get ready for tonight.  I'm
taking a bath, and then I'm putting on that cute red dress dad gave me for
my birthday.  Dad is picking me up in an hour.  We are going to McDonald's
for dinner before the movie.  This day is just so perfect.  I feel so
lucky. I have the best dad in the whole world.

   Friday morning

   Good morning, diary.  Last night was just perfect.  The movie was so
good.  I would love to see it again.  At McDonald's I had a Big Mac menu,
and dad even allowed me to have a Chocolate Sundae.  After the movie dad
took me to a cafe, where he gave me a coke.  We talked about the movie and
our plans for the weekend.  Dad said that now that he did all this for me,
he hoped that I would help him out in the weekend.  I bet he wants me to
cook for him.  He always tells me that I'm a much better cook than he is.
After last night I will do just about anything for dad.  Dad dropped me off
at 10PM and mom got a little mad about it.  She says it is too late on a
school night.  I don't think it's too late.  I've just turned 10, so I'm
not a little kid anymore.  I guess I have to go now.  Mom is calling.  I
have to get ready for school.  Can't wait to tell Sheela about last night.

   Saturday morning

   Today I'm going to dad's.  I'm happy to get away from mom for the
weekend.  Sometimes she's just too much.  Now I just have to pack some
stuff.  Dad will pick me up in 20 minutes.

   Saturday night

   Hi.  I don't understand what happened tonight.  I'm not sure if I should
write about it.  Maybe it's better to just forget it all...  Well...  I
think I'll try to write about it anyway.

   I guess it started in the afternoon, when dad told me he would make
lasagne for dinner.  Lasagne is my favorite.  I thought he'd ask me to do
it, but he just told me to watch TV or whatever, and then he would fix
dinner.  After dinner I helped with the dishes.  When we were done, we went
to the living room to watch TV.  We sat on the couch and dad put an arm
around me as he always does, and pulled me close to him so my head could
rest on his chest.  It was a little bit chilly, so dad pulled a blanket
over us.  But then something happened.

   I suddenly felt dad's hand go under my t-shirt and up to my boobs.  He
touched them and squeezed my nipples.  I couldn't believe it, and I didn't
know what to do.  I glanced at dad, but he was just watching TV like
nothing was happening.  He kept touching my boobs for a long time.  Then he
leaned his head down to my ear and whispered how much he loved me, and that
I would always be his little princess.  But he also whispered that I was a
big girl, now that I had turned 10, and he thought and hoped I was mature
enough to show him how much I loved him, especially after all he'd done in
the last couple of days.  Then he gave me a kiss on the forehead.  And just
after that he kissed me on the mouth, two times.  The second time I could
feel his tongue on my lips.  I was stunned.  What was dad doing.  It wasn't
directly unpleasant, but it just felt wrong somehow.  My dad kissing me
like that.

   A little later he kissed me again.  This time he pressed his tongue into
my mouth, and I felt it touch my tongue.  It was kinda gross.  But I didn't
know what to do, other than letting him do it.  He did after all do all
those nice things for me.  So I thought I'd better do something for him as
well.  He kissed me like that for a long time.

   Then I felt his other hand touching my tummy, and going all the way down
to touch my thighs, and before I knew it, he'd stuck it into my panties,
touching my private area.  It felt very wrong, and I tried to say it to
dad, but he just shushed me.  We were sitting like this, dad touching and
kissing me, for quite a while.  I was so confused.  This couldn't be right.
He was my dad.  But as he said, I had become a big girl now, and he wanted
me to show him how much I cared for him to repay all he'd done for me.

   All of a sudden dad got up from the couch, picking me up in his arms. 
Then he carried me into the bedroom and laid me on the bed.  He took off
all his clothes, except his boxer shorts.  Then he pulled my t-shirt over
my head and tossed it on the floor.  He climbed into the bed and pulled the
cover over our bodies.  Then he continued with what he'd done on the couch,
touching and kissing me.  It was very strange and confusing, because it
didn't really feel bad.  It just felt like something we weren't supposed to
do.

   For some reason dad's breathing had become heavy, like he was getting
exhausted.  He was kinda rubbing my private area now, and suddenly I felt
his finger sliding into my hole.  It came so sudden that my whole body
shivered.  Then I noticed something weird.  I felt wet down there.  Had I
peed?  No, it didn't feel like that.  I think dad also noticed, because he
slid his finger in and out, while breathing very heavy.

   Until then it had been weird and strange, but some of it also felt good.
And I think that is why I thought it was so wrong - to do this with dad, I
mean.  But then something else happened.

   Dad removed his hand from my private area.  He fumbled with something
under the cover, and it turned out he was taking off his boxer shorts.  I
wondered why he did that, but when they had come off, he rolled on top of
me.  Again he fumbled with something, and all of a sudden I felt something
pressing against my private area.  Then I felt it sliding into me.  I
understood what was happening.  Dad was sticking his thing into my hole. 
Oh no, I thought, this was definitely wrong.  It was also starting to hurt
a little, like my hole wasn't big enough for dad's thing.  What should I
do? It was wrong, and it hurt.  Dad wasn't supposed to do something like
that.  But I couldn't stop thinking about what dad had said, that I kinda
owed him something, and I didn't want to disappoint him or make him angry.
So I thought I'd better let him do it.

   At some point I remember feeling a little jolt of pain, while dad was
sliding his thing in and out of me.  After that had happened it seemed like
it was getting deeper into my hole.  Then dad groaned, and at the same time
his thing got bigger inside me, and I felt something ooze into me.  It made
my hole all slippery.  After that everything stopped.  Dad rolled off me.
He sounded like he needed to catch his breath, and after a while his
breathing slowed down.  We just lay there.  We didn't say anything.  I just
lay starring into the ceiling.  I was thinking about what had happened.  I
couldn't believe it.

   I don't know for how long I lay there.  But at some point it sounded
like dad was sleeping.  I looked at him and I saw that he had fallen
asleep. Then I got out of the bed and went into the bathroom.  I could feel
the slippery stuff was oozing out of my hole, so I took a paper tissue and
wiped my private area clean.  Then I went to my room and got into bed.  And
now I'm sitting in my bed writing this.  I love my dad, but I still don't
understand why he did this, or if I should have done something to stop it.
I just know it was wrong.  And it is definitely not something I can tell
mom, ever.