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 The Little Grasshopper; Part 1
Tags: M/g, ped, incest, caught, no-sex
It was one of the rougher times in my life.  I'd been fired from a
3-year career working for a small Housing Firm, and after dealing with the
hell of my then-girlfriend Yasmin, who'd slut'ted her way around town, even
after she'd given birth to the one JOY in my life, our 7 year old daughter

Mila--I was ready for a change.

   So cashing out my bank account, which was fortunately well-off from
being an assistant executive of personnel(*yawn*), I left town, taking
Mila, and moving back to near where my parents lived, my hometown somewhere
in Middle-of-Nowhere Oregon.

   But it was home.

   Knowing several people, and families from growing up in the town I
called home, I arranged a meeting with one of the local property owners, an
elderly man named Jackson West, who knew me since I was "barely bigger than
a beansprout", I was hooked up with a small apartment/loft in one of his
more furnished buildings, which was all I needed for Mila and I.

   As we pulled into the town, along the quintessential dirt road, several
cars seemed to be parked outside a local meeting hall, which I remembered
serving as the site for auctions, a few weddings, and other ceremonies. 
Upon the facade was a large printed banner, welcoming me and Mila, who lit
up as she saw her name.

   "Daddy...look!" she cheered as she began to giggle.

   "Yep...we're home baby..." I smiled as I pulled up to the building, and
parked.

   Stepping inside, holding Mila's hand--who quickly broke her grip and ran
over to my folkes, I was welcomed by several familiar faces, the array of
multiple generations of townspeople, and from the look the majority of the
town, which was still counting by the dozens.

   "Welcome home...!" one of the nicest old ladies I knew, Geraldine, who
used to teach 3rd and 4th grade at the recently remodeled LONE school in
town.  She hugged me, and handed me a greeting card.  As did a few more
kindly women, each with a nice card, and a few with gift bags for Mila, who
was carried back over by my Mom.

   "Gramma told me we're having a party this weekend!!" Mila's lovely
exclamation made me chuckle.

   "Jack just called, the apartment is ready..." my dad smiled as he hugged
me, and gave me a small wrapped gift.  I opened it, knowing well what it
was, a shiny new key, freshly made at his still busy-as-hell Country
Hardware+Everything Store, which had been in the family for nearly a
century.

   "Thanks dad..." I smiled, as my mom kissed me on the cheek, and set Mila
down who saw the bags I was carrying.

   "Those mine?" Mila asked, reaching for them.

   "...hey, wait till we get to our new home, okay?" I asked,
half-scolding, and poking her lightly in the ribs, getting her to giggle.



   After parting, and passing a chance to play the nightly game of
BINGO(which I never won as a kid, and often remembered trying to cheat with
a few kids I grew up with--much to no one's benefit)--Mila and I headed
down a bit further towards a freshly painted duplex--with a small
restaurant on the ground floor, and a medium-sized loft on top.

   Parking in front of it, I saw the renamed-name "West's Eatery", being
owned by Jackson, and smelling like fresh-cooked pie--which I still
remembered his late wife bringing by as a kid.

   As we walked inside, I saw Jackson busy in the kitchen, grilling up one
of the customers'....smelled like a burger....and saw him catch me in the
corner of his eye.  "Be there in a sec...!" he smiled as he called for
someone to take the counter.  "Lo!!!"

   I wondered who he was calling for, until I saw the door from the storage
room open, and caught a glimpse of a PERFECT ass as it bumped backwards
carrying a stack of cups.  Almost not recognizing the woman attached to the
eye-catching ass, I grabbed an about-to-topple stack of cups, and helped.

   "Th..thanks..." the woman smiled, brushing her curly brown hair out her
eye, then looking up at me, "...Steve??" she asked, seeing who it was.

   "Lauren??" I asked, seeing one of my oldest friends, who'd broke my
heart back in 7th grade when she chose Charlie Thompson to go out with. 
But that was then, and I hadn't seen her in nearly a decade.

   "I wasn't sure you'd ever show back up here..." she led off, then looked
to see Mila sitting in an empty booth, playing with the salt and pepper
shakers.  "Must be your daughter...Hi.  I'm Lauren..." she smiled, as she
squatted next to Mila and extended a hand shake.

   "Hi...I'm Mila..." Mila smiled back, giggling as she blew a bit of salt
off the table.

   "You're here...you get the key?" Jackson, coming out from the kitchen,
drying his hands on his apron, asked.

   "Yep..." I smiled.

   "Lo...can you take him upstairs..." Jackson led off as one of the
customers, a rugged looking old man named Ben, yelled something off-color,
getting Mila to giggle, and Lauren to merely roll her eyes.

   "Gotcha dad...follow me..." Lauren smiled as she led me outside, and up
a set of stairs leading to the second floor.

   I reached into my pocket, and didn't even notice that Lauren had already
unlocked the door.  "Oh...uh, yeah...this used to be my place..." she led
off, as she chuckled.

   "Where you livin' now?" I asked.

   "Up the road, that new condo complex built outside of Turner..." she
replied, as she reached inside the door, and flicked on the lights.



   Mila, first to cross the threshold, ran in and right over to a decent
looking couch, recently "fabreze'd" from the smell.  "Daddy...!" she
exclaimed, obviously happy to be in our new home.

   "Looks nice..." I smiled as I gazed around, not too thrilled about a
small'ish place, but knew we'd make it.  I glanced back at Lauren, who was
trying not to laugh for some reason.  "What?"

   Shaking her head, she smiled.  "...just trying to get my head around
seeing you again...what has it been?  8...9 years?"

   "About that..." I nodded.

   "Well...you have plumbing, which I could've used back when I was up
here...free reign to the kitchen downstairs of course, and if you need
anything, just ask Dad..." she added, as she looked back at Mila.  "Your
mom told me about...."

   I nodded, knowing most people knew about Yasmin.  "Nothing I really
wanna remember.  All I need from that history is MIla...the shining light
in the dark..." I nodded again, as Lauren had come closer, and placed a
hand on mine.

   "Sorry I brought it up..." she apologized, feeling sympathy and knowing
I was still in pain.

   "Not your problem..." I smiled again, looking towards the future."And
thanks Lauren..." I added, as I leaned in, and offered a friendly kiss, but
was met straight on the lips, which was something both Lauren and I must've
been destined to do.

   I could feel her body almost melting, as I had to hold her in my arms,
and immediately felt a sudden urge of arousal, as I'd been wanting to kiss
Lauren West for 20 years.

   She lightly broke the kiss, and blushed.  "I...I don't...I...I'm..." she
was flustered, trying to get the right words, but I silenced her with
another kiss, feeling more tongue this time, and my own cock beginning to
spring to life.  "Mmm....." she sighed, feeling something herself, but
quickly broke it off before it lead to more---both a bit nerve-wracking,
and blue-balling, but knowing if the kisses meant anything, we'd take our
time.

   "Wow...uh...um...thanks..." I smiled, trying to not sound like a
complete idiot, and knowing there was a good chance she could spot the bump
of a bulge in my jeans, which I figured as she glanced down, and held back
laughter.

   "Of course..." she smiled, as she turned to leave.  "Bye Bye Mila...I'll
see you later!" she waved to my daughter, who I looked to see was
completely asleep.



   Walking over to the couch, Mila was out cold, knowing she was happy to
be anywhere as long as I was with her.  Her soft brown hair, and olive skin
was something I'm glad she got from her mother.  Suddenly her light brown
eyes opened, and a yawn escaped.  "Da...Daddy..." she smiled.

   "You glad to be here?" I asked, as I picked her up in my arms, and
walked into one of the two bedrooms, seeing a definite girl's room, most
likely decorated by my Mom, and some of the other women in town, complete
with a pile of presents, which would have to be opened the next day, as
Mila was back asleep as I set her softly on her bed.

   Sitting next to her on her plush-pink bed, I did what any father did
when their kid fell asleep before getting ready, and began to take off her
socks and shoes.  Her little toes wiggled as I must've been tickling her in
her sleep.  Gently I leaned closer and began to pull down her little jeans,
not even realizing my cock was slowly coming back to life, and wondering
why.

   Thinking I must've had Lauren's tongue meeting mine wondering through my
head subconsciously, I shrugged, and carefully pulled Mila's pants down,
and off her legs.

   Walking over to where a few storage boxes marked "MILA" which my father
had been nice enough to U-Haul into town, I opened one and found several
pairs of her little pajama pants, and other clothes.  Pulling one pair out,
I walked back over to her bed, and saw she'd shifted, and her little pert
panty-covered ass was looking right at me.

   THEN I felt my cock, this time realizing what was getting it's
attention.

   Mila.

   Was something, deep down, some desire for something I never even thought
of taking control?  I'd always loved little kids---nothing of THAT thought
though, always just the kids I knew from Mila's old school.  The Birthday
parties, the summer BBQ's, the....pool parties...the cute little girls in
swimsuits, one-piece, two-piece...a sleepover Mila had a year or so ago
when she turned 6...and the other little girls.

   Okay...something just clicked.



   I walked back over to my sleeping girl, and sat next to her on the bed,
not wanting her to wake up, and began to softly rub her back, nothing too
far down THAT road, but having an urge to touch her.

   I was her father...what was I even thinking of doing?  Nothing...nothing
at all...but then Mila rolled onto her stomach, and her little panties,
basic white cotton--nothing "Sexy", at least not in the same tone as a
grown woman's-caliber of sexiness---it was a cute...SUPER cute, beautiful
sight.  That's what I suddenly found so appealing and arousing.

   Little girls.  A new found love and appreciation.  '

   And as I continued to rub Mila's back, I had to go a bit more, and stuck
my hand up the back of her shirt.  Feeling her warm skin on my hand as I
rubbed softly and gently--and could feel my arousal building.

   Okay--I had to stop.  And so I did, standing up, not even caring about
putting her PJ's on, but covering her with the blankets, and walked to the
doorway, peering back in, and imagining further thoughts of
perversion--which weren't helping, as my cock continued to throb.

   Walking into my own bedroom, which was about the same size, and seeing a
few of my own boxes, I sat on my bed--which was covered in a few old
blankets from my Parents' house, and looked a bit more "Manly" as my Dad
and Jackson had hung a few deer antlers, as well as a nice 28" plasma, I
saw a note written on the nightstand.

   Reading it, I saw it was from my Dad: "Son---I know this is the worse
time in your life right now.  But you need to keep Mila happy.  And
yourself...so under the mattress are a few ADULT magazines I thought you
could use..."

   Chuckling, and knowing my dad was probably half-joking, but still
curious, I lifted the mattress and sure enough, there was a couple
still-wrapped PENTHOUSE magazines.  Not much for the lower-yield porn mag,
I still needed to at least admire something, and try to get the images of
Mila's little panty-covered ass, I opened one, and skimmed the staged
sex-scenes, a big-breasted woman getting fucked in the pussy by one
well-endowed dude, while she ate another woman's ass.  More of basically
the same---giving my cock a bit more fuel, and I couldn't hold back
anymore.

   Unzipping my fly, I sighed as I took ahold of my cock, and began to
lightly stroke it.  But suddenly realized I wasn't about to jizz in my
hand, or on the nice new bed, so I wandered into the bathroom, which wasn't
too far away, and prepared to cum in the bathtub.



   Still glancing at the magazine, I continued to stroke, sitting on the
toilet, not even bothering to close the door, and could tell I was about to
finally cum, shutting my eyes and thinking of Lauren's tongue on mine, her
perfect tits, her ass as I saw her downstairs...then her ass turned into
Mila's, and I knew what I wanted.

   But before I was about to cum, I heard a floorboard creak, and looked to
see Mila standing in the doorway, t-shirt and panties only, staring at my
cock in my hand.  "Whatcha' doin...?" she asked, half-asleep, but ever the
curious 7 year old.

   "Shit...!" I swore as just looking at the little panties covering what I
wanted to now see, her bald little pussy, I lost it, and shot my jizz into
the air, coating my legs, hand, and a few spots on the tile.  "Ohhhh.."

   Her curious look got her eyes widened.  "What's that?" she asked, as she
came closer and inspected the jizz on my legs, and then saw my cum-covered
cock, "...is that your thingy?" she asked again.

   More thoughts came running through my mind.  But despite all obvious
parental decency and modesty, I brushed aside my unease.  "Yep..." I
nodded.

   "What just happened?  Did you pee?" she asked.

   "Nope...I just...well..." I paused, thinking how to explain this, "...I
just had an orgasm...." I bit my tongue.

   "An "organism"??" she asked

   "Orgasm...it's called an orgasm..." I clarified.

   "How?" she asked again.

   "Well...I got really excited, and my thingy squirted...that's what
happens when I get excited..." I added.

   Her finger touched my leg, right on the spot of cum, and she felt it
between her fingers.  "What's this...?" she asked.

   "It's not pee...it's...it's daddy's sauce..." I explained.

   "It looks like milk, but it's sticky..." she gave her thoughts, and by
the sight of her inspecting my cum, my cock sprang back to life.

   OKAY--NOW I knew I was a sicko.  But...all hesitation for being a
decent, normal father, was flushed down the drain as she must've had more
curiosity remaining as she touched the cum-covered tip of her finger to her
tongue, and tasted it.

   ("HOLY SHIT!!") I yelled in my mind.

   "It's...it's not as tasty...." she shook her head, "...but it's not pee
pee either..." then she smiled, and noticed my cock was hard once more. 
"Can it do it again?" she asked.

   "Can what....?  OH..." I realized her question's meaning.  Did she want
to see me jack-off?

   "Make it do it...can I watch?" she asked, adding to how increasingly
hard I was, and adding to the obvious inherent sluttiness Mila picked up
from her whore of a mother.  She walked over to the edge of the tub, and
stared back at me.

   "If I do this, you can't tell anyone.  Okay.  Daddy's aren't supposed to
show their little girls this kind of thing...got it?" I asked.

   She nodded, "I promise..." she nodded.

   Suddenly I had an additionally sick thought, and began to give my best,
Oscar-Caliber winning performance.  I slowly began to stroke my cock,
noticing she was leaning as close as she could, watching me, then stopped,
and sighed audibly.

   "W...what?" she asked, wondering why I'd stopped.

   "I don't think I can do it like this..." I led off.

   "Why...why not?" she asked, almost concerned.

   "...well, most boys, even Daddy needs something to help him have another
orgasm..." I went further.

   "Like what?" she asked once more.

   "...like a pretty girl..." I smiled, right at her, knowing she wasn't
dense, and knowing she was figuring it out.

   "Like me?" she asked, as she stood up.

   "Well, you're the prettiest one I know..." I chuckled, getting her to
blush.

   "You really think I'm pretty?" she asked, blushing more.

   "Mm-hmm....beautiful...absolutely gorgeous..." I added, giving her an
added high.

   "Well...what does a pretty girl, like me, do...?" she asked.

   "Dance...can you dance for Daddy...?" I asked her.

   Not even asking another question, and wanting to make her Daddy happy,
Mila began to dance, starting slow, and without any music, she finally got
a bit of a rhythm and began to shake her hips, giving my cock a bit of new
life, as her whole body began to shake to some magical rhythm.  I could
tell she was in a frenzy, and began to giggle.

   "Keep dancing Mila...Daddy loves it..." I smiled as I began to slowly
stroke myself, loving to watch her tiny hips shake back and forth, and a
bit of sweat soak into her shirt.

   She stopped for a second, and was panting.  "I'm...I'm warm now..." she
exhaled, then without hesitation pulled her shirt off, exposing her tiny
little nipples, and speeding up my stroke as she began to instinctively
jump up and down.

   "Wh..what are you doing, crazy...?" I asked, laughing as she giggled.

   "I'm doin' the "Grasshopper"...we learned this last month...." she
explained, still hopping, and putting some height into her bounces, while
she leapt around the small bathroom, then must've lost her footing as she
toppled into my legs, and found herself face-to-head with my cock.

   I stroked faster, and looked down at her wide-eyed stare as she watched
me jerk.  "Daddy thinks he can cum now..." I told her, getting her to
smile.

   "Really?" she asked.

   "Yep..." I nodded.

   Then she stood back up, and without another instruction she sat in the
bathtub.  "Daddy...do it in here..." she told me, as I looked over to see
her legs casually spread apart, almost spread-eagle.  If not for her
panties, which looked to be a little moist from what I assumed was sweat
from her hopping and dancing, I would've aimed my eventual cum shots onto
her bare pussy.

   Standing up, I walked over to the tub, as stroked a few times, and shut
my eyes briefly, for whatever reason, maybe it was the remaining bit of
decency I had left--but opened them in a flash as I felt something touching
my cock.  Looking down I saw Mila's small hand on my shaft.  "M...Mila??"

   "I'll help...." she told me, wanting to be the perfect Daddy's
Girl/(Cumslut??).

   Not needing much help, as she began to hesitantly rub my ready-to-burst
cock, I could tell I was about to cum again.

   "Here...here it comes Mila...." I moaned softly, as I felt my balls
tighten.  "Ohh...OH!!" I yelled as I began to shoot my juice, right onto
Mila's bare chest, coating her hand, then a few more strokes from her, with
a bright smile on her face, found the tip of her nose, and even a little on
her chin.  "Mmm.....ohh.....Oh!" I finished pumping my load, getting a
wonderful sight of her covered in my jizz, and wishing I had a camera.

   "Wow...!" she exclaimed, as she let my dwindling cock out of her hand,
and inspected the fresh load in her hand.  "More of it!  Yay!!" she smiled,
then must've wanted another sample of the taste, and licked one finger
after the other, obviously not appaled by the flavor.

   "Taste good?" I asked, as I knew Yasmin loved the taste as well, yet
another genetic trait passed down that I was thrilled-as-hell about.

   Mila nodded, then swallowed what she could, even scooping the bit off
her face and chest, and smiling.  "When can I have some more...?" she
asked.

   Oh God.
   The End of Part 1