How Karen Spent her Summer Vacation, Part II "Testing the Water" (P-M1g1, H-AH, I-Mf) An erotic story by Katryna Last updated 12/17/06 This adult story is (C) by Katryna. It may be redistributed subject to a few provisions but may not be sold or otherwise used for profit and must have this heading attached. Please read my legal notice as downloading, redistributing, or reading this story signifies your agreement to the terms and conditions outlined within it. Karen Michaels sat naked on her bed, staring at the TV, watching a Disney movie she'd grabbed at random --the Lion King, she remembered--while she waited for her daddy to finish the rest of his work and come kiss her goodnight. The pudgy nine year old, a third grader for all of four more days, shivered happily, smiling, as she thought back to the events of that warm, wonderful Sunday. She'd enjoyed swimming; she always did. Today had been even better, though, because she'd had her daddy apply plenty of sunscreen to her chubby little body, and he'd done a really good job. Her smile widened and she shivered again as she thought about it. He'd helped her apply sunblock before, when she was younger, but she felt much better about this time. He'd spent plenty of time rubbing it all over her body, but he'd been especially thorough with the really tender places, that would really hurt if they got burned. Especially between her legs, she reflected with a giggle. The best part was the care he'd taken to protect her bottom; he'd squirted a lot of sunblock into it and used his finger to work it in, so that she wouldn't get burned up in there, or so they had said. She wasn't sure she bought that, though; not only did it seem wrong but she'd heard her daddy and other adults referring to the place up in there as "where the sun doesn't shine." She'd certainly been glad about getting protected so well, but there was something more. She thought about it again, and shivered; regardless of the sunblock, him touching her body had felt good. Him touching her thighs, her kitten, her breasts and bottom had felt better. It had been kinda weird when his finger slipped up into her, but she quickly got used to it, and it was feeling absolutely wonderful in short order. And then... Something had happened, she knew; she'd felt herself quivering and her anus gripping his finger tightly. Though the word "orgasm" lay as far out of her vocabulary as that of most nine year olds, something had happened that hadn't happened before. It reminded her a bit of the time she'd had to pee before going into some stupid school assembly that ran for almost an hour, and by the time it ended she had been within thirty seconds of asking the teacher to be excused, no matter what the other kids would say; she'd held off because, while their ridicule didn't exactly go to her heart, she wasn't going to throw them any bones, either. Besides, she liked the feeling of being strong, in control of herself, and she'd felt a vaguely similar sense of relief--outright pleasure, really--when she finally got to the girls' room and cut loose. Of course, she reflected, judging by what had happened at the pool, she liked losing control too. She giggled a little at that thought, remembering how she'd felt as her breathing calmed, and how she'd been a bit disappointed when his finger finally left her. But she had been ready to swim, to get her fat--as she habitually and almost proudly described herself, at least when it was just the two of them--little body into the nice cool water. Her daddy was obviously busy and she didn't want to bother him for a lengthy explanation at the time, but she'd intended to ask him about it later. She'd quickly forgotten about that, however, as she reveled in the water. She wasn't sure how long she'd been swimming before Mr. Evans came out again, but it seemed like a while. She was a bit concerned about the sunblock washing off, and had asked Mr. Evans to help her put some more on. He'd agreed, after making sure she was all right with it, and she'd brought the bottle over to the chain link fence separating their properties. The other fences were six feet high and wood; the chain link was a consequence of the property having been subdivided, and it suited her just fine. She never minded swimming naked in front of Mr. Evans, and was closer to enjoying than objecting to the amount of time he spent watching her when she did so, but the neighbors on the other side, the Fishers, were kinda snotty. They didn't have kids or a pool, and rarely spent time out in their yard; she wasn't even sure why they'd dropped money on one that size. Appearances, maybe, she thought; the husband was some workaholic and the wife some sort of social butterfly. "Or birdbrain," she thought with a chuckle, before recalling that some birds, like crows, were as intelligent as apes, which she wasn't convinced was true of Mrs. Fisher. Still...yeah, she could give her the benefit of the doubt; she was a generous girl, after all. "Birdbrain" it was. Karen didn't feel like dwelling on that, though. She'd rather think about the sunblocking she'd gotten. The girl had been grateful that he'd agreed to help her, but she had been a bit disappointed, expecting that he wouldn't do as good a job as her daddy did. She wasn't sure he had, either, but he'd been mostly bending over the chain link fence and they'd had to improvise a bit for him to get all of her. Nevertheless, she'd enjoyed it immensely, and he'd been as careful with her kitten and her bottom as her daddy had been. He'd even, she thought with a delighted smile, given her another one of those feelings like her daddy had, when he was rubbing sunblock onto her kitten and up inside her bottom, like when her daddy had done so. It was different, she thought, in a few ways. His finger felt bigger than her daddy's had, even though it didn't look much different when she'd seen it. Mainly, though, she'd felt it moving inside her a little differently--almost wiggling a little, she thought--as she'd been having that feeling, and she'd felt a delightful sort of warmth up inside her bottom. It didn't quite make sense to her, but it had been nice. She thought maybe she'd ask him about it sometime, though. Or her daddy. Her daddy seemed to know everything. After Mr. Evans helped her put on sunblock he'd gone back inside, and she'd swam for a little longer before she began feeling like she had to poop. She'd gone upstairs without bothering to dry off, plopped her bottom down on the toilet, and pushed out a gooey mess of poop, sunblock, and, unbeknownst to her, quite a bit of Mr. Evans' sperm. She'd heard the term sperm before when her daddy had given her a brief explanation of how babies were made ("a man and woman love each other--or should," he'd added, "--and the man's sperm goes inside the woman and combines with her egg and makes a baby"). She had no concept of what the stuff was, however, nor that it was linked to pleasure as well as babies, and in any case she hadn't paid any attention to the goop she'd pushed out of her bottom. After she'd wiped herself she headed downstairs and almost literally dragged her daddy away from his work to go swimming, like he'd promised. She was really looking forward to swimming with him, but beyond that he seemed out of sorts, and she'd figured he could use a break. She hadn't wanted him to take the time to go get his swimsuit, and besides, she preferred it when they swam naked together; she refused to wear a swimsuit but he always made some excuse about people seeing and getting "the wrong idea." She wasn't sure how any idea that felt this right could be wrong, though. Still, people got funny ideas sometimes, so she usually didn't give him a hard time. He'd followed her outside and stripped while she dived into the pool, then joined her. He'd acted a little weird, as if something was bothering him. When she told him that Mr. Evans had helped her apply sunblock, he'd asked very pointedly if she was okay with that, and if it had hurt. It hadn't, of course. She wondered why--her thoughts were interrupted as her father's knuckles rapped on the door, and she reached for the remote to pause the movie. For a long time her daddy had insisted on knocking on her door, even though she never minded him coming in, no matter what she was doing. He expected her to knock on his door, though, which she thought was a little strange, but she knew better than to take it personally. Still, it kinda bugged her. Sure, everyone else wanted their doors knocked on, but it wasn't like they were strangers. Jim Michaels opened the door a moment later; the knock was purely a courtesy gesture,since he had no reason to expect that she would ever want to keep him out. He was in his bathrobe; she knew he wore nothing under it at night. She smiled brightly like she always did, naked as she usually was when it was time for bed. "Remember, pumpkin, you got school tomorrow," He told her, pointing at the clock, which read 09:04 PM. "Time to go to bed." He was pretty tolerant, even permissive in many respects, but he insisted she keep a regular bedtime because he knew from experience that she responded quite poorly to not getting enough sleep. "Aww...c'mon there's only like ten minutes left," She pleaded, smiling up at him sweetly, her dimpled cheeks positively radiant. "Honey, come on..." "Pleeeaassseeee?" He sighed and shook his head, inevitably acquiescing as he always did to any of her reasonable requests. "Fine," He said, and turned toward the door. "But your lights better be out in ten minutes, pumpkin." "Why don't'cha watch with me?" She asked, smiling. "Then ya can make sure I go t'bed." "Good idea, pumpkin," He said with a smile. He walked to the bed and climbed up onto it, sitting beside her. She snuggled up next to him and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She shivered slightly and nuzzled him as she started the movie again. He felt her soft, warm body next to him, pressed against his left side, her right hand resting lightly on his outer thigh. He swallowed, feeling himself starting to stir. They watched it in silence, father and daughter holding each other affectionately. He smiled, feeling warm and fuzzy, but still a little confused from earlier. He would need time to sort things out, and especially his feelings on the matter. While he'd mostly made up his mind about what happened earlier, he was still uneasy and a bit confused. And, he realized, he was rapidly becoming erect as well. He swallowed, trying to will it away, but the memories of his daughter writhing and throbbing around his finger as she gasped and whimpered happily in what he took to be her first orgasm, and later of watching Mr. Evans sodomize her through the fence, imagining the older man's cock twitching deep in the girl's body as he watched their faces contorting in ecstasy, wishing--he bit back a gasp of angry disbelief as he derailed that train of thought. Helping put sunblock on her was one thing, and so was turning a blind, or even permissive, eye to the apparently harmless play between his child and their neighbor, but... Her voice brought him out of the agonized revery, though he missed what she was saying. "Huh?" He asked. "Sorry pumpkin, I was just thinking..." He realized he was at least halfway erect at this point. "Oh...I was just wondering what was wrong...you looked...I dunno, troubled, I guess," She asked him, obviously concerned. "Just...kinda worried about some stuff at work," He lied, and he could tell by her face that she surmised as much. She was kind of hurt by this, but mostly confused. His daughter knew full well that he would never lie to her without a good reason; it occurred to him that he hoped she was right. "No...it's...something else...too..." He added. "Daddy please you can tell me," She said, enunciating it without any "comma" pauses and almost as a single word. She put her left hand on his arm, turning towards him in the process so that her right one slide up his thigh slightly. He swallowed again at the touch, feeling himself stiffening further, almost visible under the loose robe, and hugged her tight. "Not tonight, pumpkin. It's a long story and you've got school to get to in the morning." "Aww...all right daddy. Hope ya feel better." She hugged him back, pressing her naked body against him, and he felt his cock pushing up the bathrobe a bit. He kissed her cheek, smiled and hurriedly got to his feet, turning away to try and hide it. "Goodnight, pumpkin," He said over his shoulder, watching her naked body disappear under the tangled mess she always made of her blankets. Though he'd have expected to feel relief, he instead found himself somewhat disappointed. His erection never faltered, frustratingly enough. "Night daddy," She replied, resting her head on the pillow. She closed her eyes, and he smiled. She looked so sweet and innocent, not at all like a girl who'd been fucked--he couldn't suspend disbelief to call it "rape," though the law certainly would, and he was wondering whether "molest" was accurate in spirit either--in the ass just a few hours earlier. He shook his head, kicking himself for mentally phrasing it that way, as if she were a character in some random internet smut story. He wondered idly what she would think of the connotation, then kicked himself again. He flicked the switch, turning her lights off, leaving the room in darkness. He waited for a moment to see if she stirred or otherwise showed any discomfort. She wasn't exactly afraid of the dark ("well, maybe a little"), and though he knew that she found that the glow of the lava lamp on her nightstand sometimes helped her to sleep peacefully, he also knew that she was more than capable of switching it on if she needed it. Besides, he reflected, the incandescent bulb ate watt-hours like popcorn, and it really heated up the room; while Karen liked it warm, he didn't want to cook the poor girl. "No frying that bacon," He thought, and smiled, secure in the knowledge that Karen would have laughed good-naturedly if he'd said it aloud. Jim stepped out of his daughter's room and closed the door, sighing heavily as his cock, still eighty percent hard despite the distraction, slipped out between the folds of the robe. He reached down and grasped it, almost automatically, the way he had when he'd been watching through the glass window in the back door as Mr. Evans sodomized his daughter. He blushed slightly, feeling ashamed and excited at the same time, as he remembered the scene, his cock quickly hardening again. He'd came about the same time they did, splashing his sperm against the door instead of into a soft, willing little girl's bottom, and while one of his heads knew that was for the best, the other seemed inclined to wonder. Cock in hand, he headed towards his room, just down the hall. The door was pulled to, and he pushed it open, stepped inside, then closed it behind him. He untied his bathrobe, reached out and back, and shrugged his shoulders, letting the robe slip off his arms and settle to the ground. He looked himself over briefly in the mirror mounted over his dresser; his physique wasn't bad, though he had a bit of padding. His daughter occasionally referred to him as fat, as anti-pejoratively as when she called herself that, but it was less accurate a description of him than of her. He shook his head, thinking about her soft, naked body. Fat. He never quite understood why she was so fond of the term, especially after her classmates had brandished it at her so often. Perhaps adopting it took the sting out of it and represented a kind of triumph over the idiots, or perhaps it was a symbol of her self-acceptance no matter what. Hell, perhaps she just liked the sound. He didn't know, and while he was curious he didn't see it as a big deal. He made a note to ask her when she was older and more inclined to self-reflection. Jim stretched and flexed a bit, his cock wiggling a little with his movements but jutting straight out all the same. He tried to remember if Karen had ever seen it erect; he'd gotten most of a hard-on playing with her in the pool earlier that day, but managed to distract himself, and she hadn't given any indication that she noticed anything peculiar, so either she was used to and at ease with erect guys or she'd been oblivious. Or, perhaps, it was new to her, but not so strange that she was inclined to gawk or bug him about it. The image of Mr. Evans sodom--buttfucking--his sweet little girl swam into his mind again. He gasped softly, almost a moan, as he unconsciously grasped his cock once more. Holding it firmly, he walked to the bed and pulled back the covers, then slid in under them. He pulled them up to just below his balls, making sure they fit snugly under them, the began to stroke himself. He didn't try to fight the fantasies this time; there wasn't any harm in them, he supposed, so long as he didn't act on them...and it seemed to be a losing battle anyway. He thought of Mr. Evans plunging into her, feeling his pleasure building quickly as he envisioned the older man's cock slipping deep into Karen, spreading the sunblock all over up inside her bottom. He wondered, briefly, how it must feel to Karen, then shrugged; judging by her visible reaction it had felt pretty damn good. He stroked and breathed faster as he remembered the older man pushing into the girl faster as his hand worked between her legs, in what was clearly a conscious effort to bring her to orgasm either before or as he had his own. That had gained a lot of points with Jim, though he hadn't yet fully admitted it to himself. He could believe, he reflected, that his neighbor had been closer to "making love with" Karen than "using" her. As he felt the growing heat and pressure in his balls and the base of his cock he clearly pictured the ecstatic look on the girl's face as she'd experienced what he assumed to be only her second orgasm, imagining her soft, chubby bottom pulsing and clenching around his cock as he buried himself in his daughter's rear--his eyes widened as he attempted to derail that train of thought, but his cock was already twitching, spewing the first rope of sperm into the air. "Fuck it," He thought, and resumed picturing that as he gasped and grunted, closing his eyes tightly as he came, hard. When it was over he lay back, panting, for almost a full minute before he collected himself enough to reach for the kleenexes and wipe up the mess his arousal had made of his hand, cock, balls, stomach, and chest, as well as the few drops that hit the sheet. He set up and tossed the kleenexes into the trash can, then lay back, his shoulder brushing something slimy. He looked, stared for a moment in disbelief, then shook his head as he reached for a fresh kleenex to wipe up the glob dripping down the headboard. Halfway through, he paused, curious. He'd never...hmmm...but he wasn't...oh, why not, it was his own. Jim leaned forward and tentatively licked the goo from the headboard, tasting mostly the saltiness he'd always heard about. It had something of an aftertaste, too, he noticed as he swallowed it, though he couldn't quite identify it. His brow furrowed as he thought over events again. He'd promised Karen that he'd talk to Mr. Evans and see about arranging for him to help her with her sunscreen more often. Really, he thought, he had no doubt that Karen and Mr. Evans would be perfectly capable of making their own arrangements for that part; the promise of talking had been to assuage his conscience. He wondered what he would say, though. He could imagine pretty well how such a meeting would go. "Blah, blah, blah, news, the game, the weather, oh, by the way, I saw you fucking my daughter in the ass, and it's ok with me as long--wait, come back! Ah, shit..." He shook his head and sighed. Well, one thing did come to mind. Once the awkward introduction of the topic was out of the way he was going to request a current HIV test records from Mr. Evans. "And if they turn out positive," he thought, "I really will skin him alive." Somehow he doubted it would turn out that way, though. Mr. Evans had lived alone as long as he'd known him, and except for occasional visits by his grown son and daughters and grandchildren, he didn't seem to have much in the way of visitors. Jim Michaels nestled down among the blankets, pulling them up to his underarm, and closed his eyes. In a matter of minutes he was sleeping as peacefully as his daughter. He remembered little of his dreams when he woke the next morning, but he found his sheets sticky where he'd orgasmed in his sleep, and he had vague recollections of cute little girl butts figuring in them. Monday and tuesday passed mostly uneventfully; Karen's teacher, perhaps bitter about the encroaching summer, had piled a lot of homework onto her, so that she had little time for swimming. She was understandably disheartened about this, but she seemed to hold up well enough. He didn't have a chance to talk to Mr. Evans due to a similarly excessive workload, or at least so he told himself. In truth he was avoiding the conversation, and he knew it. Thinking about it kept him up at night; he knew he had a responsibility to his daughter to keep her safe, and the conversation he promised would be primarily toward that end. He knew that she and Mr. Evans were perfectly capable of making their own arrangements for their "special fun"--they already had, after all--and he was mainly concerned about her safety. He knew the conversation was probably perfunctory; the man obviously paid at least as much attention to the girl's enjoyment as his own, and she hadn't been hurt at all--according to her, at least, he thought. Be he hadn't seen any indication of pain or discomfort from her while their neighbour was sodomizing her, just pure pleasure and delight. He smiled involuntarily. So why didn't he just get the damn conversation over with? He was sitting at the table about five-thirty in the afternoon on Wednesday, his head in his hands, his forgotten paperwork spread out in front of him, immersed in these thoughts when Karen came padding down the stairs in her panties and t-shirt, a big smile on her face and a spring in her step. The spring and smile both faltered as she saw him. "Daddy?" She asked as she crossed the kitchen to the table, clearly worried. "Hi pumpkin," He replied, lifting his head and giving her a tired smile. "Done with your homework?" She nodded happily, then cocked her head, looking uncertain. "Daddy...what's wrong?" She asked, hesitantly. He smiled, shaking his head. "I don't know, pumpkin," He said. He looked at her and smiled. "Well...how does it feel to be done with third grade in all but name?" She smiled warmly. "Feels nice daddy. Like there's this weight that's not hangin' over my head anymore!" She shivered happily, her chubby body jiggling slightly. He nodded. "That's good, pumpkin. I'm glad...I wish I got that kinda break from work." He chuckled. "Yeah," She replied with a smile, then stepped closer and hugged him tightly, pressing her chubby body against him. He shivered slightly as well and returned the hug, a little hesitantly. She paused. "Really, daddy, what's wrong? You can tell me?" He smiled weakly and shrugged. "I don't know, sweety. I haven't really figured it out myself." "Maybe I can help you?" She asked brightly. He smiled. "I dunno, pumpkin...it's..." She looked at him with concern, blinked, pondered for a second. Her face brightened slightly as something clicked in her mind. "Is...is it about Mr. Evans daddy?" He looked up, trying to keep a poker face, but his surprise and alarm at her inference clearly showed and confirmed her suspicions. "Um..." "Do you...um, not want him to help me put on sunblock any more daddy?" She asked nervously. He hesitated. He knew she'd accept his decision; she almost always did, in just about everything. Partly that was because of the parent-child thing and because she loved and respected him, but he also knew that there was more to it. He'd made an effort to be fair and reasonable, and even if she were arguing with one of his decisions at the time she always understood, later on when they were calmer and he explained in detail the reasoning behind his decision, and generally agreed. He'd proven himself in her eyes to be just, consistent, and benevolent, a precedent he was loath to break. Her safety would come first, he reminded himself. "I...eh. Yes and no..." He murmured, shaking his head. "Whatcha mean, daddy?" She asked, puzzled. "Well...part of me...thinks he shouldn't do...well...sunblock you..." He began. "But..." "But?" She asked, concerned but holding back disappointment, ever hopeful. He smiled, again involuntarily. "But that part...isn't making a very convincing case," He replied, and she nodded; he'd explained some of the details of his work as a public defender to her. "And...most of the rest of me...thinks it's all right...but it's worried..." "Worried? Why?" "Well...I'm just concerned about your safety...about you getting hurt...or..." He hesitated to say "used" because that would necessitate a lengthy, awkward explanation of what exactly Mr. Evans had done to her. "It didn't hurt at all," She replied, again puzzled. "It was nice. He got me really thoroughly sunblocked daddy." "I know, pumpkin," He replied. "I...saw you and him through the door window, remember?" "Oh...okay," She replied, smiling. "It didn't hurt," She repeated, for emphasis. "I believe you, pumpkin," Jim replied. "Well...if that's not an issue...it's...well, I guess there's nothing wrong with it...just takes some getting used to..." "Getting used to?" She asked. "Yeah. It...feels really weird honestly pumpkin...but no matter how I feel; I know...well, think I know...that it's all right..." She nodded as he stammered and smiled, cocking her head. "Why's it weird daddy? I dun wanna getta sunburn and it's fun having you or him puttin' sunblock on me." "Well...most fathers and neighbors don 't put sunblock on this way," He stammered. "What way?" "Well...on the parts that would be covered by a swimsuit...because on most kids they would be," He explained, and she nodded. "But I swim naked daddy...so I need it there." "Yeah, but me and especially Mr. Evans putting it there...and especially how thoroughly we sunblocked your bottom and kitty and stuff..." "Yeah?" Karen looked up, still puzzled, digesting what he'd told her. It was starting to make some sense but it was confusing. She had kinda figured that there was something different about what they'd done with her; getting sunblock applied had never been so much fun before. But she still didn't understand why her daddy was so hesitant about it. "Yeah. People...wouldn't understand..." "Why not?" She asked, cocking her head again. "Because...well...it's just something that's just...not done, at least publicly," He said. "People...would think it's wrong...that it's bad. They'd think we were bad men for helping you with sunblock like that." "Even though it makes me happy?" She asked, eyes wide with disbelief. He suppressed a smile at that. "Yes, honey," He thought. "Especially because it makes you happy." "Yeah," He replied. "That's ridiculous!" She exclaimed, shaking her head in mixed amazement and disgust. After a moment she looked pensive and giggled a bit. "So it's kinda like me being fat, huh?" She asked, grinning. He nodded and smiled. "Sort of, pumpkin, but... people would have more of a problem with this. Much, much more of a problem," He said, and shivered. He'd defended a couple of accused child molesters before, which had got him a lot of flak, though the fact that he'd refused requests for his services by over a dozen others seemed to be lost on his critics. A man of generally impeccable morals ("aside from molesting my daughter," he thought, with a hint of amusement), he refused to defend anyone unless he truly believed them to be innocent of any *wrongdoing*, even if they were guilty according to the letter of the law; after a survey of the evidence, he found that those others didn't qualify; hence, he'd only defended two. Unfortunately these had been jury trials, so he rather predictably lost both cases. One of the defendents he'd honestly believed was innocent even by the letter of the law; the jury had disagreed and he'd been killed by fellow inmates a year and a half into a forty-year sentence. The other he'd concluded had clearly done what he was accused of--had sexual relations with a 13 year old girl--who was happy and cheerful, albeit worried, when he first met her, but had been ground down by the stress of the trial, the loss of contact with the man she'd allegedly grown to love before they'd so much as touched, and the constant loaded, probing, aggressive questioning from the prosecutors, trying to force-fit her memories into their preconceived notions about "abuse." She'd eventually burst into tears on the witness stand each time they questioned her, and he'd felt a strange emptiness inside as he listened. Deep down, he reflected, he knew that their ideas were wrong, that the relationship between the two was not "abusive" or "coercive" beyond being declared such by legal fiat, an observation he'd been hesitant to introduce in the trial, knowing he'd likely be (figuratively) crucified by the legal establishment and the media, and possibly (literally) by a mob. His fists and teeth clenched as he thought back to that case. The defendent had been sentenced to several consecutive life terms, and had served thirty-seven days in jail and acquired a lot of bruises and several broken bones before he was released on the basis of a procedural technicality that the prosecution had managed to conceal through the trial. The head prosecutor had been hauled into court on charges of obstruction of justice, and the jury had exonerated him, on the grounds, reading between the lines, that he'd violated the law for "a good cause." As far as he knew the defendent and the girl, who'd be nearly 20 by now, were both fine and now living together, though the restraining order her parents had filed had kept them apart until she left home at 18 and never looked back. Her parents' aggressive and unreasoning push for prosecution of her lover had clearly alienated her from them, and he idly wondered how--and if--they would ever reconcile. "Daddy?" Karen asked, watching him with concern. "Are you ok?" "Just remembering something," He replied, smiling weakly. "Old case. Didn't turn out like I'd hoped." "What happened?" "It was a jury trial and the jury were random American citizens." "So? Isn't that s'posed to make sure people have a fair trial?" She asked. "That's what the school books said." He shook his head. "The schoolbooks would never admit it, but in America the judicial system causes at least as many problems as it solves, at least in some areas," He replied. "The specific problem here, the reason for both the lost case and society's disapproval of our sunblocking, is that a lot of people make decisions at a purely emotional level." She cocked her head, half-comprehending. "They act on what they feel without thinking," He explained. "But you're such a good lawyer..." She said in protest. "I suppose I am, but no amount of evidence or argument is gonna sway people who've already made up their minds and don't want to be confused by the facts," He responded. She nodded, grimacing. "Jerks," She muttered, and sighed. "But...it doesn't make sense. Why would they mind the sunblockin'? Do they want kids gettin' burned in tender places?" She suppressed a giggle despite her obvious indignation. "I suppose it doesn't make sense," He replied, nodding slowly as the implications of his response began to register. "But...um, the reason they'd mind...err, have they done any sex ed in school yet?" She shook her head, giggling. "Nuh-uh," She replied. "Tha's next year." He nodded, then paused. "School..." he thought, swallowing hard as he met her gaze. "Pumpkin...you...haven't...um, have you..." "...told anyone?" She finished, giggling slightly. "Heck no daddy. I figured it was our secret." She grinned. "You know, like you lettin' me run 'round naked." He smiled and nodded. "Keep it that way, pumpkin," He told her, his voice wavering slightly. Though phrased as an imperative, it came out sounding like a request. "I will," She replied, her brow furrowing. "But...what would happen if I didn't?" She cocked her head, smiling. He knew from experience that she was merely curious, not challenging or defying his instructions. He winced as vivid memories returned to him, of being chastised or worse as a child by idiot adult after idiot adult for being curious or simply trying to clarify their orders and ultimatums. H wondered idly why so many adults seemed to leave everything they learned from their childhoods behind when they crossed the threshold of the delivery room. "Well...the other kids would probably have a whole lot of snotty things to say to and about you," He said. "And Mr. Evans and I would get in a *lot* of trouble." "Like...jail trouble?" "Or worse," He said, thinking of the first accused child molester he'd defended in court. He closed his eyes and shuddered. "Jesus," She murmured. She winced slightly; he'd discouraged her swearing but never punished it; despite that, she seemed to limit it of her own accord. "They'd...errm...lock ya up for helpin' me with sunblock?" He nodded. "God...'s'like those desert countries where they chop people's hands off." "Not quite," He conceded. "Some people who get locked up because of this sorta thing deserve it." "Why?" She asked, confused. "Do you know what rape is?" He asked, wincing to even be discussing the subject. "Um...I've heard the word...and I know it's somethin' really horrible..." She said, pondering, then shook her head. "Well, you know what sex is?" "Sorta...somethin' men and women do to make babies," She said. He nodded. "Rape is when you force someone to have sex with you when they don't want to." She nodded, wincing. "It's one of the worst things that can happen to a person. And there are some people...bad people...who enjoy raping kids." She shuddered. "Yeah...they d'serve it all right," She said, nodding grimly. She looked up, confused and unbelieving. "Wait...so...people would think you raped me?" He nodded. "What...what the hell..." She shook her head. "But'cha didn't make me sex with you! There's no babies and I did want it!" She protested, grimacing. "That wouldn't matter to a jury. They wouldn't trust your word because you're a kid. They'd just think you didn't know any better or else you'd see things their way." He saw her eyes flash at that; she'd heard that sort of patronizing dismissal from several teachers before and it always infuriated her. "Jerks," She said again, and sighed. "Well...I sure won't tell anybody, daddy." "I appreciate it, pumpkin," He said with a grin, and she giggled. "So, um...where were we?" She asked. "'fore we got on this tan-gent." She pronounced the word with emphasis and with a "g" rather than a "j" sound; apparently she'd only seen it in print. It was a rhetorical question, of course; the kid's memory was amazing, and he smiled as she answered it almost without pausing. "Sunblock...yeah..." She paused. "Umm...have ya talked to Mr. Evans?" She asked. He shook his head. "Haven't had a chance, kiddo," He replied, half-truthfully. She nodded. "Do you want me to not have him put sunblock on me until you've talked to him?" She looked at him probingly, easily putting two and two together; unremarkable for a budding math genius like her. He smiled. "I think that'd be best, pumpkin." "Ok," She replied, then looked up at the window. The shadows were lengthening, but they had a couple hours of daylight left in spite of their extended discussion. A look at the clock told her it was 6:33. She grinned at her father. "Come swimmin', willya daddy?" She smiled at him, not quite giving him puppydog eyes but getting close. "Sweetheart, I've got..." He trailed off, paused, looking into her hopeful face, smiled tiredly, and shook his head. "Well...all right." Jim Michaels slid out of his chair and pushed it in, stretching a bit as he rose to his feet. He was barely more dressed than she was, in a t-shirt and boxers. Karen squealed happily and jumped up, her chubby body jiggling. "Goody!" She exclaimed. "Last one out's a rotten eggs!" She yelled, and immediately raced toward the door. He dashed after her, catching up to her as she pushed the door open. Father and daughter surged out into the backyard, laughing as they raced to the picnic table. Karen immediately pulled her t-shirt up and off, tossing it aside, then grabbed the waistband of her stars-patterned panties, tugging them from her hips, baring her "fat" bottom and soft little mound. He worried less about staring than he had on Sunday. "C'mon, daddy," She exclaimed. "Get naked!" "You sure it's all right?" He asked, grinning, suppressing a chuckle. His daughter nodded emphatically. "Well...ok, pumpkin, if you're sure..." He laughed, lifting his t-shirt over his head. He pretended to get his head stuck as he was taking his shirt off, and he heard a giggle and the slapping of energetic bare feet on the cement patio. He was expecting a huge splash a moment later, but instead he felt a pair of little hands grabbing the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down. "Whoa!" He was just glad he was soft. Well...almost soft. Best to stop thinking about that. "Yer too slow daddy!" Karen announced, giggling. He whipped his t-shirt off, grinning at her. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah," She said, planting her hands on her hips and giving him a look of mock exasperation. He shrugged, and then, without further comment, he turned and dashed towards the pool. "Hey!" She yelled after him as he jumped, his body, still in decent shape despite the few pounds he'd put on over the years, arcing semi-gracefully into a dive, slipping into the water with a modest splash. He swung his arms out the way she usually did and surfaced a moment later, laughing. He turned towards her. "You were sa--" Just in time to catch the brunt of one of her "nuke" dives, right in the face. "Ack!" He yelled, shaking his head and sweeping his soaked hair out of his eyes, watching as Karen surfaced in the now-turbulent water, giggling. "C'mere, you!" He lunged towards her and she backpedaled, but she was caught off-guard. His hands shot out, connecting with her sides, and his fingers dug lightly into her skin as they wriggled frantically, her chubby body following suit. She giggled and squealed frantically, writhing, trying to get away. Finally his fingers broke contact, long enough for her to hurl herself backward, still giggling and squirming as he chased after her. She was the better swimmer, despite his advantages in size and strength, and he had to work to keep up with her. He was enjoying the sight of her body, though not letting it distract him from catching her, and he dimly registered that he was gradually stiffening despite the cool water. Finally he grabbed her left ankle, pulling her towards him while planting his feet firmly on the pool bottom. She kicked frantically, splashing water in his face several times before he grabbed the right ankle too. He hauled her legs backward and up, splashing her face into the water. She squirmed and splashed, trying to stay above water; this sort of game had always made him nervous, though she played it enthusiastically, and of course it had been her idea. Gradually he'd gotten used to it, though he was always careful to let her win. As she wriggled, her legs began moving sideways as well as kicking, giving him repeated views of her soft little slit. He paused, distracted, and she took the opportunity to dive, curling her chubby body and doing a summersault of sorts. Her ankles slipped from his grasp as she slide, headfirst and face up, between his legs. He shivered slightly, feeling the displaced water flowing around his skin as she slid under him. Her face and chest were nearly a foot below his balls, but as her curve tightened slightly, her ample tummmy brushed against his cock, now fully hard, to his dismay. He gasped at the contact, then shivered and swallowed hard as she surfaced behind him. Karen laughed, watching as her daddy turned around, a confused look on his face, just in time to catch another wave of water as she pushed herself backward with her arms. He turned his head, laughing again as she began to kick, the first few propelling her backward and splashing him at the same time. He cupped his hands and jerked them hard into the water, hurling a glob of it to land approximately on her chin, not daring to think too much about the idea of "globs" landing on her chin. His daughter squealed as he began to shove his hands, palm-first, into the water, launching bursts of it at her. She turned, treading water, and began to splash back, giggling and squealing. The frantic mutual bombardment continued for several minutes, until their arms started to tire. Both combatants were panting from the exertion and laughter, and declared a temporary truce between the gasps. Jim registered that, to his relief, his erection had partially subsided. He'd been a bit too distracted trying to nail his daughter--gah! Trying to *splash* her, he practically yelled at himself--to maintain much in the way of arousal. He wasn't completely soft, though, and the silky flow of the water around his cock wasn't helping. He felt himself starting to stir again and swallowed, wondering if Karen noticed it too. "Ok..." She panted after a moment. "Who wins?" "Um...both of us, I guess," He replied with a shrug. "Like always," Karen replied, grinning broadly. Her father smiled and shivered slightly; she looked so adorable with that shit-eating grin of hers, and he was slightly unnerved by how little difficulty he had believing that both he and his neighbor had brought the girl to orgasm a few days before, and that his neighbor had buggered the adorable child. Well, she didn't seem to have any regrets or concerns about it, and clearly wanted it to continue. Jim decided, finally and absolutely, he told himself, that he wouldn't interfere--unless he had good reason to believe the girl was in danger. "Like always," He replied "Yay!" Karen squealed happily. She grinned for a moment, then slipped under the water and swam towards him, not across the top of the pool but along the bottom of it, her "fat" tummy just inches from the concrete. Now that he wasn't proccupied with trying to catch the child he smiled as he watched her orangish hair float free, rippling in the water as she moved. He watched, enthralled, as she swung her arms out to stop herself and rotated ninety degrees upward, planting her feet on the bottom of the pool, then pushed off, lifting her body out of the water almost to her belly button before she settled back into it, churning the water around her in the process. "You're such a good swimmer, pumpkin," He commented with a grin. "Like a dolphin?" She grinned. "Maybe more of a sea lion," He replied with a chuckle; the way she swam did resemble the maneuvering of sea lions they'd seen on various educational specials. Karen chuckled. They'd seen sea lions, on TV and a few times when they went to the beach, and she remembered them well. The girl arched her back and began to bark, loudly. "Ork! Ork! Ork! Ork!" Her father covered his ears and rolled his eyes, still grinning, and Karen's barking dissolved into a fit of giggles. They both laughed at length before she suddenly paused and jerked her cupped hands upward, a veritable softball of water bursting against his face. Caught by surprise, he barely managed to inhale some. "Brat!" He fake-snarled, and she squealed with laughter as she launched herself backward. He lunged after her again, following her as she tried to avoid him. He chased her most of the way across the pool, faked left, lunged after her, and cornered her in the left corner of the shallow end of the pool. "Gotcha!" Jim announced as he reached for her, ready to dig his fingers into her armpits and tickle her friggin' senseless. She squealed and waved her arms, squirming away from him, but he was faster. He felt his fingertips rubbing her soft skin as he tickled his daughter. Karen squealed and whimpered, writhing, and after a moment she managed to turn partway around, kicking her feet instinctively, launching herself--his eyes widened in horror and he tried to grab her, to pull her back--right into the pool wall. Her face collided with the concrete, and her squirming stopped. "Karen!" He yelled, reaching for her, pulling her back from the wall. Her eyes were open, but a small reddish cloud was dispersing into the water from the general vicinity of her nose. Jim hauled her upward, lifting her head out of the water. A rivulet of blood ran from her nose, but it didn't seem to be crushed, and she was otherwise mostly unharmed. She was clearly conscious; her face was strained and as he looked down at her she whimpered, eyes watering, sniffled, and began to truly cry a few seconds later. "Pumpkin?" She was breathing quite rapidly between the sobs. He swallowed, hoping she hadn't aspirated any of the water. "Daddy it hurts..." She whimpered through the tears. "Oh sweetie I'm so sorry," He almost babbled, wincing as he looked down at her; she whimpered and mumbled something in response. He put his arms under hers, cradling her chubby body in his arms, his concern for her well-being making it easy to ignore the fact that this position was rubbing his mostly-soft cock against her hip. He began to move toward the steps at the other side of the shallow end. Remembering how they'd dealt with her past nosebleeds, she squeezed her nostrils tight as her father half-carried, half-dragged her through the water. He reached the steps and helped her get her soft, smooth bottom onto the step. "I'll be right back, sweetie," He explained. "Daddy's gonna get you some kleenexes and ice." "'k," She murmured, her voice distorted slightly due to her pinching her nose. He kissed her forehead, gently in case she'd banged it as well, then lifted himself out of the pool. He brushed the water from his skin, doing a half-assed job of drying himself, dimly registering and then promptly forgetting their lack of towels. He was still dripping as he opened the house's back door and stepped inside. Being so damp was inconvenient, and while he walked as fast as he dared, he had to step very carefully to avoid slipping on the linoleum in the kitchen. He crossed the kitchen and grabbed the kleenex box by the microwave, then pulled the roll of paper towels from the holder over the sink. Finally, he opened the refrigerator and grabbed the tray of ice cubes out of the freezer compartment, pushed the freezer door closed, and walked quickly to the door and back outside, shutting it behind him this time. Karen was still sitting on the step, clutching her nose and whimpering. She looked up and smiled weakly through the tears as he approached. Jim sat down on the step next to her, dipping the ice tray in the merely-cool water of the pool for a few seconds before cracking three cubes out of it, wrapping then in a double layer of paper towels, and handing the damp bundle to her. She grasped it and held it on one side of the bleeding nostril, pinching the other side of her nose to press against it. Jim handed her some kleenex for her fingers, and she accepted it, smiling as she pressed them under her nose and resumed pinching her nostrils. To his relief, her tears had stopped, though a few might still have streaked her face; her hair was dripping poolwater, so it was hard to be sure. He slid into the water and sat down to her right, placing his arm around her shoulders and sighed. "Oh, honey...I'm so sorry..." He murmured, wincing. "I didn't..." "I know, daddy. Ids all righd. Ids non your fauld." She smiled, a little tiredly, and reached for his hand left, squeezing it reassuringly, the way he used to do to her if he thought a part in a movie might scare her. He smiled and she giggled. They sat, hands joined, for a few minutes. Her nose still hurt, but she was glad to have her daddy next to her. Being against him felt nice; his body was nice and warm, she reflected idly. He looked up at the sun, and it was already beginning to set. "Wanna get out for a while?" He asked her. She nodded and smiled, and he helped her up. The both climbed out of the pool, and he stabilized her by holding one hand while she pinched her nose with the other. They walked, slowly, back over to the picnic table. She giggled a bit en route, and he realized that it was kind of silly of him to be doing this; she was basically all right and could walk just fine. Nevertheless, she seemed to appreciate the care--and the physical contact, he thought with a slight shiver. They sat down on the smooth-sanded, slightly weather-warped board that formed the nearer seat of the picnic table, their hips touching. Jim glanced down at his cock; it was almost completely soft, but he felt it stirring slightly as Karen pressed herself against him, nuzzling his shoulder softly. He smiled and decided not to worry about it, hoping it'd go away on its own. "So...how ya doin', pumpkin?" He asked her, smiling reassuringly. "I thing ids gedding bedder," She responded. "That's good," He replied. There was a slight breeze, but the air was still quite warm, and they weren't getting cold, though their skin was starting to dry. Father and daughter sat, watching the sunset silently, for about half an hour, and Jim noted, to his relief, that he wasn't getting any harder. After about twenty minutes, Karen removed the ice--it was more than half-melted anyway--and the tissue from her nose. She wasn't bleeding any more. "All better, pumpkin?" He asked. "Uh huh," She replied, smiling. A moment later she paused. "Daddy?" "Yes pumpkin?" "Ya know what?" "What?" "We forgot our sunblock!" She announced, grinning sheepishly. "Oops," He said, and thought for a moment. "Well, the sun's setting," He replied. "We don't need it, if you wanna go back in the pool..." "You sure, daddy?" She asked, looking disappointed. He swallowed. "Well..." "I don't wanna get burned," She said, looking concerned. He was about to argue that if she hadn't gotten burned while they were in the pool when the sun was higher in the sky, she sure as hell wasn't going to get burned like this. Of course, he knew what it was she really wanted. He thought for a second, then shook his head. Ah, what the hell. "Perhaps you're right, sweety," He responded. "Very well." "Yay!" She exclaimed, shivering happily. She turned and scampered to the door, her father's eyes roaming her back side, and especially her backside as her "love handles" (she'd never called them that, but for a mental description, he figured it was a better term than "rolls") opened it, reached in, and grabbed the sunblock from its place on the end table. Closing the door hastily behind her, she scampered back to where he stood, her tummy and the swellings on her chest jiggling as she moved. He smiled, pondering her fondness for the term "fat" and idly wondering how she'd respond to more creative euphemisms. She liked "pumpkin" well enough, and that was certainly suggestive of roundness... She handed him the bottle of sunblock and lifted her left foot onto the seat. He smiled and squirted a good-sized glob into his hand, then leaned forward, patting smears of it here and there on her calf and thigh, avoiding the inner thigh region for the moment. Once he'd spread the sunblock out he began to smear it firmly into her skin, and she shivered slightly, smiling as she watched him. Her father kneaded her calves and supple thighs, smiling up at her, trying to ignore the fact that he was stirring. After he finished that leg she lifted her foot, and he gathered a bit of sunblock from her legs and smeared it, along with the residue from his hand, onto the sole of her foot, kneading and caressing it a bit more than was perhaps necessary. She shivered again, breathing a little deeper and clearly enjoying herself. When he released her foot, she immediately planted it back on the ground, lifting the other one onto the bench. He returned her warm smile, moving around to the other side of her, squirted more sunblock into his hand, and patted it onto her right leg. As with before, he avoided the inner thighs. He wondered idly why; he was trying to tease her, he supposed, heighten her anticipation, the way he used to...--he blinked, shaking his head as he began to rub the sunblock onto her skin--...with his past lovers. He shivered as he considered the implications of that, then shrugged again, returning his attention to the sunblock application, feeling her shivering slightly as he rubbed and caressed her skin. When he'd kneaded the sunscreen into her leg and the top of her foot, she lifted it again, and he smeared sunblock on the bottom of her foot, dimly registering that he was about half-hard by this point. Karen was breathing faster, eyes half-closing in anticipation as she remembered how wonderful the last two times had been. She enjoyed her daddy's hands on her, especially with the smooth sunblock pressed against her, and this time he seemed to be...doing something different with his hands. It was subtle, but she was enjoying it; it felt more like Mr. Evans' hands had. She smiled and held out her arms as he squirted sunblock into his palm and smeared his hands together. He patted the sunscreen generously onto Karen's arms, then began to work it in, starting at her shoulders. He smeared sunblock generously onto her shoulders and the back of her neck, kneading it in, then worked his way slowly down her arms. Her eyes were half-closed now as she savored the feel of her father's hands on her skin. He smeared sunblock onto her hands, tenderly caressing each finger in the process and trailing his fingertips along her now-greasy palms. She seemed to purr softly as he did so, and he smiled. It still felt "weird" to him, he reflected, but he was adjusting to the idea of making her feel good being "okay." He felt his cock uncurling as it stiffened further, swelling in response to the sight and feel of his naked little girl..."little girl" he repeated mentally, shaking his head slightly as he caressed up the underside of her arms. Jesus...what the hell was the matter with him? Although he was getting used to the idea of pleasuring her, he was still unnerved by the way he was reacting to her. "Using" her for his pleasure remained an intolerable idea. Although, he thought idly, Mr. Evans certainly wasn't "using" her; before, and while, he sod...buttfucked...her, he had been caressing her and rubbing her little pussy--"kitten," he reminded himself, and smiled--and had made sure she came too. Jim recalled vividly watching the girl's face squinch up in orgasm as their neighbor unloaded into her bowels and he sprayed his own sperm against the back door. He idly wondered--"No!" he told himself, almost saying it out loud before catching himself. Through her growing arousal and the sensuous pleasure of her father massaging sunblock onto her, Karen sensed his hesitation. "You ok daddy?" She asked, fully opening her eyes and looking up at him over her shoulder as he worked his way up the underside of her arms. Her skin, he realized, was feeling a bit warmer than it had, and there was a hint of perspiration glistening on her brow. She was breathing deeply, lips slightly parted, and her pupils, he suddenly noticed, were dilated. He nodded and smiled. "You sure?" She pressed. "I'm positive, pumpkin," He replied. "'Only fools are positive,'" She quoted. "Are you sure?" "I'm...not walkin' into that one," She said, giggling. Jim smiled and massaged sunblock into her underarms. She giggled slightly but held her arms straight out, though they wavered a little. After a few squeezed with the palms of his hands he began to rub down her sides, then suddenly jerked his fingers upward, digging them into her armpits. Karen squealed and squirmed, pulling her arms down, trapping his fingers in her armpits. Her eyes were almost closed as he tickled her, and through the giggles she whimpered a bit. He grinned evilly and kept tickling her until she started to lose her balance, then grasped her shoulders to steady her. She giggled a bit at the touch, turning partway toward him. Tears were starting to form again in her eyes, but she was grinning, unlike when she--he mentally kicked himself; this was getting to be a habit, he reflected with some amusement. His smile faded as he looked closer at her face, then sighed with relief; her nose hadn't resumed bleeding despite the laughing and squirming. She giggled, smiling at him. "Daddy..." She scolded, then dissolved into another giggling fit. "Yes?" He swallowed, hoping she wouldn't turn around all the way. He was fully and emphatically hard; he cold feel it throbbing slightly with his accelerated pulse. He was starting to sweat as well, he realized, and he wiped his brow reflexively "with his sleeve," which, of course, wasn't there. He rubbed the sweaty back of his wrist on his hip before squirting another glob of lotion into his palm. "I'm gonna do your back now, ok pumpkin?" "Okie daddy," She replied, turning her back toward him. He patted the sunblock onto her back, stopping just above where the outward curve of her bottom began. She shivered a bit at the coolness along her spine, then giggled. He chuckled as he began to massage the sunblock into her back, starting with her shoulders. She was definitely warmer than normal, he noted, and she seemed to be purring softly. Although he couldn't see them, Karen's eyes were fully closed. She was definitely having fun; her face was beginning to flush very slightly, and she was perspiring somewhat. She was feeling that warm-tingly feeling between her legs and somewhere down in her tummy. She could feel her daddy's hands kneading and caressing and squeezing her "fat"ness, and she loved it. He was doing it about like Mr. Evans had, or better, and she wondered idly if one of them had learned how to do this from the other. She gasped, shivering slightly and "purring" audibly as he lightly trailed his fingers down her back; her body arched a bit. "Mmm...daddy that feels so nice..." She murmured. "I'm glad, pumpkin," He replied, truthfully. He trailed his fingers back up her spine, eliciting a gasp from her that bordered on a moan, then removed his hands and added some more sunblock, rubbing them together. He added a bit of sunblock to the back of her neck, then circled his fingers slowly around. "Lift your chin sweety" He murmured, and she did so almost reflexively. He very gently rubbed the sunblock into the skin on the sides of her neck, his fingers working around until they almost encircled her throat. Aside from the obvious arousal she was calm, and she didn't flinch as he carefully rubbed the sunblock into the skin of her throat, including her extra half a chin. He smiled warmly to himself, flattered that she trusted him this much; he wasn't sure how he'd react to anyone's hand, including hers, on his throat. When he was done with it, he took more of the sunblock and rubbed it behind and on her ears, then circled his hand to caress her chin and cheeks. He slowly and carefully worked his fingers up and around her eyes to her forehead. She was a bit sweaty, and he wiped his wrist across her brow to clear it up a little before rubbing sunblock onto her forehead. He smeared a fair amount on her nose, gently circled her eyes, and removed his hands from her face. She was breathing deeply as he rubbed the remnants of the sunblock from her back and face down the sides of her torso, to and over her hips. He circled round, rubbing, as before, just above the beginning of her pudgy little mound. She whimpered softly as he avoided it, and he grinned. After a moment of teasingly rubbing along the underside of her chubby tummy, he drew his hand back and squirted another glob of sunblock onto his already-greasy palm. He patted the sunblock all over her tummy and chest, avoiding her pseudo-breasts for the moment. She purred again as he began rubbing it in, starting again at her shoulders and working his way down her chest. He slowly circled her small pseudo-breasts, shivering a bit himself as he did so. His erection felt a bit strained, and he was quite glad he didn't have any pants on. She whimpered longingly as he teased, trying to angle her little nipples against his hands. He avoided them for a good thirty seconds before he finally relented and cupped her breasts--he mentally and consciously dropped the "pseudo"; she'd be starting puberty soon anyhow, the way kids were these days. He kneaded and caressed them, rolling his thumb over the nipple, circling slowly and lightly, gradually increasing the pressure. He shivered again as he felt her small nipples swelling under his touch. Karen was breathing hard by now, making little gasp-whimper noises of pleasure as he played with her breasts. His own breathing was speeding up, and he felt himself warming further. Her skin was starting to flush, though he couldn't see very well from where he was, and he shivered again. He was definitely making her very happy indeed, and he was glad. His erection persisted, almost naggingly, but he was paying attention to her pleasure at the moment. After he finished sunblocking her he'd excuse himself for a moment "to go to the bathroom" and jerk off. After playing with her breasts for a minute or so he prepared to move his hands lower, then paused. Her body was moving rhythmically against his hands, but he worried that she was starting to become unsteady on her feet. "Pumpkin?" "Mmmm?" She asked dreamily. "This'd be easier if you got up on the bench like last time." "Mmm...ok...daddy..." She panted, nodding as she opened her eyes. Karen clambered up onto the bench and kneeled on it, bending forward and resting her elbows on the table. Her father moved with her, and his hands never left her breasts. He stepped closer as she was adjusting herself, settling back, and his cockhead pressed against the back of her greasy thigh, eliciting a gasp from Jim before he had the presence of mind to adjust his position, stepping backward slightly. He shook his head, shivering a bit, as he slowly removed his hand from her breasts, sliding them down along her chubby tummy. She sighed as his hands slipped downward, but purred as she anticipated his hands moving all the way down. He caressed and kneaded her soft, pudgy tummy, slowly working downward. He pressed a fingertip into her bellybutton and wiggled it a bit, eliciting a purr and a giggle from her, then continued to caress his way down her tummy. As before, he stopped just above her mound. Karen whined softly as her father removed his hands from her body, especially since he'd gotten so teasingly close to her kitten. She heard him squirt another glob of sunscreen into his hand and then gasped at the coolness of the greasy goo as he patted it onto her bottom. He began to rub and knead her cheeks, working the sunblock in, avoiding her crack. She whimpered, but he continued like this for about a minute. "All done, pumpkin?" He asked. "Nuh uh!" She exclaimed, voice obviously strained with arousal. She opened her eyes and looked at him over her shoulder, her expression mixing confused and pleading and her mouth open as she gasped for air. "What's left?" He asked her, innocently, trying to keep a straight face. "My bottom 'n' kitten, like last time, silly!" She exclaimed, half-feigning exasperation; her breathing had calmed enough that she could speak coherently. She kinda had the feeling her daddy was playing a game with her, or trying to, and though the waiting was driving her crazy, she was enjoying his teasing touches. She whimpered softly as he smiled at her. "I already got your bottom, pumpkin," He replied. "On the outside, sure," She replied. "Needs sunblock everywhere." "You sure honey?" He asked her, cocking his head and smiling curiously. "Uh huh!" She exclaimed. "I dun wanna get burned there." "Well, those are sensitive spots," He agreed. "But do you really think you'll get burned this late?" The sun was halfway set by now, and though the western sky--what they could see it around the trees and houses--was glowing golden, twilight had settled on the yard. He was glad there wasn't any non-chlorinated standing water anywhere nearby; otherwise the mosquitos would have been all over them by now. "I dun wanna take chances," She said, pausing for a moment. "Pretty please daddy?" "Well...all right pumpkin," He replied. "Remember, though, let me know if I make you uncomfortable." "Ok daddy," She replied, smiling warmly. She turned her head as he squirted a large glob of sunblock into his right hand, pressing his hands lightly together to get the sunscreen evenly distributed on his hands. He took his right hand and smeared the sunscreen from it between her cheeks, then began to rub it into her crack. Meanwhile he reached around her with his left hand and began to smear and rub the subscreen onto her inner thighs. She gasped at the touches, and he could feel some of her own slickness where his hand brushed the beginning of her lower lips. After a moment he shifted his hand to her mound. Karen was lost in her pleasure, ecstatic that her daddy was doing the same nice things he and Mr. Evans had done for her the previous Sunday. She could feel his warm, strong hands rubbing the cool greasy sunblock into her skin, and she whimpered happily. His left hand remained on her mound, though, and his right hand remained entirely outside of her as he rubbed. After about a minute of this new teasing she whined again. "Dad-dy..." "Yes pumpkin?" "C'mon...ya need ta get my kitten and up in my bottom!" She opened her eyes and smiled pleadingly over her shoulder, her face quite flushed by now. "Do you really think you'll get burned there?" He asked, cocking his head. Karen hesitated. She concluded that she wasn't likely to, especially up inside her bottom, but she was afraid that he'd conclude it was unnecessary if she told him that. She didn't want to take the chance that he'd decide not to sunblock her where she desperately wanted it. On the other hand, she couldn't stomach lying to her father. "Pretty please?" She said at last, simply sidestepping the question. He smiled. "Well, if it makes you feel better..." "It does!" She gasped, eagerly, shivering in anticipation. He smiled and looked at his left hand; it had quite a bit of sunblock left on it still, and besides, she was clearly making plenty of her own juices, more than enough for him to easily stimulate her. He leaned closer, reaching around her well-padded hips and sliding his hand between her legs. She moaned softly and quivered visibly as he pressed his palm gently against her kitten. He shivered; she wasn't quite "sopping" but she was definitely slick. She moaned louder as he smeared the sunblock onto the outside of her soft, smooth folds. He rubbed with his palm and fingers for a moment, feeling her juices starting to coat his hand, before parting her soft little lips and "sunblocking" the inner folds of her kitten. She gasped happily as he parted them, then began to moan as he caressed her..."girlhood, I suppose," he thought, breathing hard through an amused grin. As his left hand caressed her slippery little kitten, he wiped the greasy palm of his left hand on his hip a few times before reaching for the sunblock. He smiled, watching the fading sunlight glistening on her pale, greasy skin for a moment as he continued to pet her kitten, then slid the business end of the sunblock bottle between her buttocks, squirting a good-sized glob right against her anus. She gasped and shivered as the cool goo oozed onto her most sensitive opening, quickly seguing back into little gasps of pleasure at the feel of his hand. Her eyes were squinched shut, but she heard her father set the sunblock bottle down on the bench. A moment later she felt his fingertips between her buttocks, probing and caressing, circling her rosebud teasingly. Karen moaned louder, pushing herself backward, feeling his fingertip gently open her little rosebud, starting to slide into her bottom, though she only dimly registered it. The moan segued into a choked gasp as her sudden movement rubbed her little nub firmly against his hand. She felt a sudden surge of pleasure through her body, and she was quaking, gasping and whimpering happily, as she orgasmed for the third time in her young life, whimpering and squirming a bit as she pressed into his hand. Jim gasped in surprise as Karen pushed backward, slipping his finger into her anus to the first knuckle, her kitten scraping along his palm. She gasped and tensed suddenly, and his eyes widened, horrified at the thought that he might have hurt her. His worries were dispelled, however, as she began to quake, and he felt her pulsing around his fingertip, clutching and gripping at it, pulling it slightly deeper. He shivered as he watched and felt his beloved daughter coming, rather hard by the sound of it. Karen gasped, shifting forward slightly, putting most of her weight on her elbows. His hand slid from her kitten to around her waist. "...or lack thereof," he thought, then kicked himself unsure if she'd be amused by or happy about such a brazen comment on her weight. Brazen and hyperbolic; she showed some signs of eventually having some waist definition, once she had hips to speak of. He suspected that she would, but he'd ease into it rather than throwing it at her and hoping for the best. He helped steady her as she panted, her breathing gradually slowing, his right index finger still planted halfway into her anus and cock still hard and throbbing. "Mmmm...thank you daddy," She said happily, smiling over her shoulder. She stayed in the same position, but hugged his arm tightly. "That was really nice, just like Sunday." She grinned brightly. "You're welcome, pumpkin," He replied with a loving smile. "Feel good and protected now?" She pondered, reddened a litter further, smiled, and shook her head. "Uh-uh." "Really?" "Nope. Ya need to get sunblock all the way up there, don'tcha?" He smiled. "If you insist, pumpkin. Does your kitten need more pet...err, sunblocking?" She reached down between her legs and grinned; he shivered as he watched her face, glancing at her fingers against her slit. "I think it's good and sunblocked," She admitted, looking almost disappointed. "But you can pet it if you want." She giggled and shivered happily. He pondered, then returned her smile. "Sure thing, pumpkin." He helped her settle on the bench, in the same kneeling position, though he had to slide his finger out of her bottom in order to do so. She whimpered a little as it left her, but--butt, she thought with a giggle--she knew it'd be going right back in. She leaned forward a little more, giving her daddy easier access (she hoped). After a moment she felt his fingetip circling her anus again, and she moaned softly, quivering. She was still quite sensitive from the whatever-it-was she just had, and she wondered idly if she'd be able to have another one right away. She didn't see why not. She closed her eyes, purring as her daddy's fingertip circled and started to wiggle into her bottom. "Ooh...daddy...that...ahh...feels really nice," She exclaimed, squeezing his finger gently. "I'm glad, pumpkin," He gasped. He moved his sticky hand down from her tummy and began to stroke her moistened folds, eliciting more gasps and moans from the girl. He shivered, breathing hard in his own right, as he caressed and stroked her folds, not diving in on her clitty right away--that would be too much for her, he figured. He slowly eased his finger into her bottom, a little faster than he had last time, but gently. Still, he worried. "Err...I'm not hurting you am I?" He asked as he slid it in past the first knuckle. "Nuh uh," She replied, opening her eyes and smiling at him over her shoulder. "Ok," He responded, smiling, slowly wiggling his finger deeper into her. She was gasping and whimpering, making little squeaks of pleasure as he slipped his right index finger's second knuckle into her. As he did so, he opened the folds of her kitten and began to caress the inside, drawing a louder moan from her. Karen squirmed and shivered as his finger slid deeper. She felt her kitten starting to tingle a little, but she wasn't close to whatever-it-was-ing again any time soon. She closed her eyes tightly, just savoring the sensation as her daddy's finger wormed its way up into her bottom, and after a moment she felt his fingertip wiggling deep inside her as his knuckles slipped into her crack, spreading her cheeks. "How's that, pumpkin?" He asked. "Wonderful," She replied dreamily. "Mmm...good," He gasped. She opened her eyes and smiled lovingly over her shoulder, mouth agape. He shivered, thinking she looked so adorable like that, wiggling his finger he began to pull it back. She whimpered as he did so. He paused halfway, then eased the finger back into her, hearing her sigh in satisfaction between gasps. He slowly moved the finger back and forth, feeling her squeezing it tighter now that it was securely lodged in her and not about to be pushed out. He smiled, watching her face, then swallowed hard, looking down for a moment. Her chubby bottom, cheeks parted slightly by her positioning and the presence of his hand, was smoothly and easily accepting his sunblock-slick finger. He watched in fascination for a moment, rubbing her kitten sort of mechanically, as he moved it slowly in and (halfway) out. He could see her little pucker grasping and twitching slightly around it as she moaned, squeezing and quivering under his touch. He smiled warmly, feeling a glow of pride illuminate the maelstrom of guilt and arousal swirling in his brain. Yes, pride; he was proud to be making her feel so wonderful, proud that he'd produced and raised such a wonderful, beautiful, brilliant little girl. Jim moaned softly; his cock was appreciating the view as well, though for more visceral reasons. He felt it throbbing slightly, and he realized he was starting to feel the sort of tingling that usually preceded an orgasm. His cock quivered; he tried to will it away but it was too close. He felt the feeling growing, slowly, and he realized that hanging on the edge for minutes on end before the inevitable ejaculation wasn't going to help matters any. But he didn't see how he could squirt without having to give Karen an awkward explanation...unless... Karen whined suddenly as she felt her daddy's finger withdraw from her bottom. "Daddy..." She whimpered, half-opening her eyes and starting to turn her head. "Shh...I just...ahh...need to...apply some more sunblock..." He gasped. A moment later she purred, feeling something hard pressing against her bottom. It didn't feel quite like the tip of the bottle had before, but she was in too much pleasure to care. She moaned, tensing further as she felt the tip rubbing against her greasy and hypersensitized little pucker. She whimpered as it stayed outside of her, rubbing and quivering against her anus. She knew what she wanted; she wanted to feel it fill her, to feel the cool greasy sunblock squirting inside her bottom. Considering this and feeling impatient, she pushed back against the "sunblock bottle." He gasped as he pressed the tip of his cock against her tiny pucker, cockhead lodged slickly between her cheeks as he stroked his shaft, rapidly. As he felt himself quivering, on edge, he felt Karen moving under him. A millisecond later he gasped, moaning chokedly as he felt himself suddenly engulfed by something hot and slick and silky and *tight*. He shuddered, tensing, biting back cries of ecstasy as his cock twitched and throbbed, spurting streams of sperm into his daughter's bottom. Karen moaned and shuddered as she felt the "sunblock bottle" opening her, popping inside. It was bigger than she'd expected, bigger than she'd remembered, but she was too aroused to be more than vaguely unnerved by this. A moment later she felt it quivering and the splashing and squirting of warm, sticky fluid inside her bottom. She was surprised; she was expecting the sunblock to be cold, like it had been before; this felt more like when Mr. Evans had helped her apply sunblock the previous Sunday. She idly noted this but didn't pay it much heed; she was took busy savoring the feeling of being filled and flooded. She felt that tingling in her kitten again, and she shivered as the sensation filled and flooded her all over again. Her daddy's fingers were wiggling and clenching against her kitten, close to her clitoris, and occasionally brushing it; she whimpered softly, wanting more contact. Jim winced, shuddering and grunting as he rode out his climax. He felt the urge to thrust deeper, to bury himself in her soft little body, but he fought it, holding his hips still as he spewed into her insides. Later he'd wonder why pulling back out of her never occurred to him, though of course he knew the answer perfectly well. She was so warm and silky around him, and yet her ring of muscles gripped him firmly in spite of the soft-smooth feeling; he couldn't help moaning, a bit, though he did his best to keep it down. As his orgasm subsided, he looked down and saw that her movement had shoved about two inches of his cock into her. He shivered as he looked at the way her bottom was stretched around his shaft, her pucker clinging to it tightly, and he was amazed that she hadn't screamed in pain when he'd entered her. A wave of guilt crested and broke onto him, and he pulled his cock, still mostly hard, swiftly out of her greasy bottom. She squeaked at the sudden movement, then whimpered and whined at the feeling of emptiness. "Daddy..." She whined. He couldn't believe what he'd just done. He'd violated his daughter--"Hey, jackass, *she* backed up onto *you*," He thought to himself. Clearly none of this was bothering Karen; instead, she was definitely enjoying it. As far as he could tell, it was just innocent fun to her. But it wasn't to him, he reflected. He'd gotten hard over her--though, of course, she'd gotten wet from him touching her. He'd came several times, watching her, thinking about her, and now inside her--even if only by accident. "No, it wasn't an accident," He thought; "She knew what she wanted...sort of." But she'd orgasmed twice now from his touches and once from their neighbor touching and sodomizing her. He'd asked repeatedly if anything hurt, if it bothered her, and she'd not only responded in the negative but seemed astounded that he'd even think to ask such a question. And...he sighed and derailed that train of thought. Plenty of time for self-reflection later. "Daddy..." Karen whined again, bringing him back to reality. "Yes, pumpkin?" "Can ya finish sunblockin' my bottom daddy?" She asked him, smiling lovingly, and perhaps a little lustfully, over her shoulder. He could see in the fading light that her face was flushed, her skin glistening from sunblock and perspiration. As he looked further downward he saw her anus finish closing, a slight trickle of milky whitish fluid escaping it. "Sure thing pumpkin," He responded, taking his right middle finger, curling the other fingers back, and slipping it effortlessly into her greasy-gooey little pucker. The effect was immediate; she moaned, squeezing his finger almost invitingly and arching her back. He smiled as he slid the finger into her, the first and second knuckles pushing easily into her bottom. As her sphincter settled happily just beyond his third knuckle, he began to wiggle the fingertip slowly and gently inside her. "Ooh...daddy that feels...mmm...soo nice..." "I know pumpkin," He replied hoarsely, glancing down at his cock. He was still about halfway hard, and had a telltale sheen of sticky cum and greasy sunblock on his cock, but the erection and the light were both fading; he doubted she'd notice the shininess. He began to move his left hand's fingers concertedly again, his thumb seeking out her firm little nub while his other fingers caressed and explored her slippery folds. He very gently, experimentally rubbed and pressed around the opening of her vagina, but he was careful not to slip his fingertip in and risk breaking her hymen. Karen whimpered happily, quivering as her chubby little body tensed. She closed her eyes tight, feeling her fingers clench as her daddy rubbed her little nub. His finger circled it once, twice...she moaned, feeling the warmth starting to spread through her body. On the eighth circling it blasted through her, and she was dimly aware of her kitten and bottom throbbing, heralding her own climax. She gasped and moaned, shuddering as she contracted around her daddy's finger, feeling completely warm and secure with it firmly buried inside her and her daddy's warm body close to her. Jim sighed happily, smiling warmly as he watched his daughter quake and whimper in ecstasy. He loved her so much, loved making her happy and watching her being happy. And there was no question that she was very happy. He shivered, feeling himself stirring slightly, but he suspected that he was pretty well spent. He hugged her close from behind, shivering as his cockhead brushed her bottom gently. She collapsed against the bench, panting, her body still quivering slightly. Jim hugged her, bent forward like that, for most of a minute before climbing onto the bench next to her. She opened her eyes slowly and turned toward him, deeply flushed and smiling softly. "Thank you daddy," She murmured. "You're welcome, pumpkin," He replied, returning her smile. He helped her turn, like she had on Sunday, so that they were approximately facing each other, and wrapped his left arm around her shoulders, leaving his right finger buried in her bottom. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He felt her quivering slightly against him, and though her breathing had slowed, she was breathing quite deeply, her mouth hanging slightly open. As she pressed her soft bare chest to his, he felt her heartbeat, still rapid, though slowing back to something more reasonable. After nearly five minutes pressed together like that, she finally moved back enough to look into his face. "That...mmm...that was wonderful daddy," She said, smiling warmly. "I'm glad, pumpkin," He replied. She smiled, then cocked her head, looking puzzled. "So...this is sex?" "In a way, sweetie," He replied, smiling, half-forcing it. He still wasn't sure this was the best idea, but still didn't see much harm in it. "Oh..." She said, pondering. "But there's no babies..." "Sex isn't just babies honey. It's stuff that feels good too." "Oh..." She said, digesting this. "Babies are cute...but a handful right?" She smiled. "Yes," He agreed, with a melodramatic shiver. "I'd know." She giggled, gave him an apologetic look, then giggled again. "So, um...you gonna explain this to me?" She cocked her head, smiling. "Well..." He smiled, glanced at the horizon, now just reddish-gray; the sun had set while they were talking and..."playing," he supposed; "fucking" was definitely a stretch. He suppressed a chuckle at the unintentional mental double-entendre. "It's getting pretty late pumpkin," He said. "I know," She said, and sighed. "Please daddy?" "It's a long conversation, sweetie." "Aww..." "I'll tell you tomorrow, I promise," He smiled. "Cross your heart?" "And hope to die horribly in any one of those ways James Bond always gets out of," He replied, chuckling. "Dang right," She replied with a hilariously cute attempt at a wicked cackle. "Tell you what, pumpkin, let's take a quick dip in the pool to rinse off," He said. "Ok," She replied, smiling. He started to pull his middle finger out of her, and she sighed, then smiled weakly. She understood that it couldn't stay there forever, and besides, trying to keep it in while jumping in the water would probably wind up hurting at least one of them. She squeezed the tip of his finger one last time as it slipped out of her, followed by a slight trickle of sperm and sunscreen. Karen slid down off the bench, onto her feet, grabbing her father's should for stability. He smiled, helping her steady herself, before he stood up as well. She returned the smile, cocking her head. "Race?" She asked, uncertainly. "If you want, pumpkin, though we're both kinda tired," He said. He shivered slightly. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and his cock and fingers were shiny and slick with various fluids, while his daughter was greasy and glistening with an excess of sunblock. "Yeah," She agreed with a shrug, then turned toward the pool. "C'mon," She said, grinning and extending her hand. He grasped it and smiled. They both walked, slowly, toward the shallow end of the pool. Jim looked toward the sky again as they walked; the gray-red was fading slowly as the sun disappeared beyond the curve of the earth. When they reached the pool Karen paused to turn and hug him tightly, and he returned the embrace. After a moment she moved away, stepping down onto the first step of the underwater stairs. Karen climbed quickly down the next two steps, then sighed contented as she slipped into the cool water, feeling her caress her skin as she moved. Her pale, soft, round little body seemed to float very easily in the water, and he smiled as he watched her for a moment before beginning to step forward into the water. He slid in next to her, and she dove under the water. She swam toward the other side of the pool, and he followed her. She reached the other side and came up for air, turning and hugging him tightly. He shivered slightly as he returned the embrace, feeling his now-limp cock rubbing against her tummy. He swallowed, nervous, but it didn't seem to be stirring much just yet. That much was good, at least. "'bout ready to get out?" He asked her, after a moment. She shrugged, pouted a little. "I s'pose," She replied, then giggled slightly. He nodded. "All right. Let's go have a quick shower to wash off the chlorine and then get some dinner," He said. "Okie," She replied, brightening up. He turned and began to walk along the bottom toward the stairs; she followed suit. "What are we havin'?" She asked after a moment. "Umm...dunno pumpkin," He said, pinching his chin as he pondered. "Mac'roni 'n' cheese?" She asked, smiling hopefully. He shrugged. "Sure, sweetie." "Yay!" She squealed, shivering happily. He began to climb the steps, grinning over his shoulder. She giggled as he climbed, giving her a close-up view of his ass, which made her feel funny, in a nice way, for some reason. On impulse she gave his left buttock a good smack. "Ack!" He exclaimed, turning. Karen swallowed, blushed, and smiled sheepishly, shrugging slightly. He chuckled. "Yer gonna pay for that, kiddo," He said with a wink. "Uh-oh..." Karen exclaimed, shuddering melodramatically and suppressing a giggle. "Damn right," He said with a grin as he climbed up onto the concrete deck of the pool and turned towards the door. She followed a step or two behind him, but paused as they reached the picnic table. "Um...daddy do we need our clothes?" He glanced at her, thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Nah, it's cool. We don't have to go past any windows on our way upstairs." He paused, then smacked his forehead. Although he didn't have a swimsuit on to collect large amounts of water, he was still literally dripping wet; Karen's condition was much the same. "Ah, hell...we forgot towels." "Well if we're gonna rinse again in the shower anyway..." She shrugged. "Eh...I suppose it's all right," He said with a shrug. "Getting the carpet wet isn't the best thing for it, but its just this one time..." He trailed off. "An' it's carpet, so it's not like we're gonna slip and break something," She reminded him. "True." He opened the doorknob and they stepped inside. She closed and locked the door behind them and they crossed the carpeted family room to the stairs. Father and daughter climbed them carefully, holding on to the rail. The bathroom was the first door on the left once they exited the stairwell, and the door was ajar. "Um, you wanna go first, pumpkin?" He asked. "Um...ok, daddy," She replied, pausing for a moment, then brightened suddenly. "Hey...think we can both fit?" He smiled. "Well...if you want we can try, pumpkin." "Yeah, let's do it," She said, grinning. She stepped forward and flicked on the bathroom light, then crossed the small room's tiled floor to the combined shower and tub. The door was open, and she lifted her right leg as far as she could, stepping smoothly into it. Jim stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, taking a moment to pull the bathmat off of the shower door and spread it passably on the tile before following his daughter into the shower, pulling the sliding glass door shut behind him. She was on the end nearer to the faucet. "Um...go ahead and adjust the temperature," He told her, and she nodded. Turning away from him, she bent forward and reached down for the faucet handle, turning it up a little ways into the "hot" range. Jim smiled. Like his daughter, he preferred very warm water for bathing, though he usually took cooler showers to save energy. Karen turned the faucet on and the shower sputtered to life. Streams of going-on-hot water cascaded over them, though the showerhead was pointed more at her. She turned slowly under the hot shower as the water flowed and dribbled down her fat little body. After about a minute she reached up and pointed the showerhead more towards him. "Here ya go, daddy." "Thanks, kitten," He replied, then blinked. He'd never called her that before. He wondered... Karen giggled at the new "pet" name, watching as the water sloshed over her daddy's lightly tanned skin. She enjoyed looking at him, for some reason, though she wasn't really sure why. She didn't worry about that, though. He was handsome, she thought, as she had before... Jim sighed in satisfaction and closed his eyes, turning slowly as the water flowed down his body, enjoying the sensation. After about a minute he felt himself starting to stir. He stopped and opened his eyes. "All right, I think we're good and rinsed, pumpkin," He said, looking over her chubby body. He was startled by the sudden realization that he'd given up kicking himself for staring at her, and quite a while ago to boot. Well...she was adorable and beautiful, he told himself, and besides, there was really no harm in looking... Karen smiled, looking a little disappointed, but nodded, turning around and turning the water off. Jim brushed his skin to get some of the water off, then opened the door and stepped out of the shower onto the bathmat. He stepped aside as Karen followed suit, climbing out into the steamy bathroom. She smiled at him, then reached for her towel from the rack. He grabbed his towel a moment later. The towels were color-coded; dark green was his and violet was hers. They dried off and stepped out of the bathroom; he flicked the switch to turn the fan on. "Do we needa get dressed now?" Karen asked, almost worriedly. "Nah," He replied, grinning. "You don't need to, pumpkin. Maybe I should, though..." He trailed off. "Nuh-uh!" Karen responded, smiling. "Ya look good like this daddy." She blushed slightly. He smiled, almost blushing himself. "Thanks, pumpkin," He replied. "So do you." He looked over her chubbiness as if to emphasize his point. "Really?" She asked. He nodded. "Yay! Umm...let's go make dinner." The rest of the evening passed more or less uneventfully. They headed downstairs and he closed the blinds to the windows of the kitchen, then started their macaroni. When it was done they ate, chatting a little, mostly about school and work. He was a bit uncomfortable at first, just sitting around naked with her, but he quickly got used to it, and he pretended not to pay too much attention to her peeking at his body when he glanced away, and not to be doing just as much staring himself when she wasn't looking. When they were done, Karen scampered upstairs to brush her teeth while he put the dishes away, then followed her to tuck her into bed; she closed her eyes almost immediately and was snoring lightly by the time he'd kissed her forehead softly and left the room. He closed the door behind him. Jim figured he'd better get to bed as well. He walked to the bathroom and brushed his own teeth, then headed for bed. As he lay down, he mentally ran through the day's events, his cock swelling rapidly. He shook his head, feeling a jab of guilt for reacting to his daughter the way he had, for coming inside her even if only by accident. But he remembered the feelings of guilt for looking at or playing with (he still couldn't bring himself to refer to the incident as "rape," and "molest" was pushing it; successful suspension of that magnitude of disbelief, he suspected, would require postgraduate study in civil engineering) her body, and how they'd faded, and he had a suspicion that this would fade too. He wrapped his right hand arund his cock as he remembered the look and feel of his cock penetrating Karen's bottom, paused for a moment, feeling residual guilt, then decided "the hell with it." He began to stroke, rapidly, shivering as he did so. He remembered the feel of her, so soft and smooth, the warmth, the little squeezes of her muscles. He gasped, feeling himself tensing, and soon he was spurting into his hand and the air, globs of sperm landing on his stomach as he imagined himself thrusting gently but deeply into her, spurting inside her bottom as she moaned and contracted around his cock. He wondered, idly, if he'd get the chance, but he suspected he already knew the answer. Footnote: A ridiculous number of people (strangely, of both sexes), including many erotica authors, are thoroughly convinced that the hymen or "cherry" is recessed at least one, and perhaps several, inches into the vagina; however, this is inaccurate. As every medical source I have ever read (and thus, in all likelihood, every competent medical source on earth) can tell you, it covers the vaginal *opening*, though my personal observations suggest that in some cases it may be *slightly* recessed (1-2 millimeters). Thus it is never an inch deep unless one is misusing "vagina" to mean the entire vulva (bleh, sounds like a car, doesn't it? I like "pussy" better... :) and measuring from the outside with the labia ("lips") unspread, and is certainly not several inches deep unless one is doing so on a girl with freakishly large/long/thick labia. Thus, while the thought of a guy being able to fit his cockhead, and perhaps a couple inches beyond, into a girl or "girl" (woman) without marking her indelibly as a non-virgin may be arousing, and convenient plotwise, it's as absurdly unrealistic as the depiction of most female characters in a story as prefering internal vaginal stimulation over anything else (even when masturbating) and having orgasm after orgasm from being pounded into the mattress with little or no clitoral stimulation. Anyone attempting to act on either of these preposterous misconceptions is in for at least one rude awakening. Let's get with the program, huh?