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The obvious: This is a work of fiction.  It depicts a sexual relationship
between a grown man and a 12-year-old girl.  If this offends you or is
illegal to view wherever it is you are, I suggest you visit disney.com.

   Prologue

   I won't waste your time with a long sob story about how it came to be
that I am a single father to Amber.  I was only 20 when I married her
mother and became instant father to a four-year-old.  Her mother died two
years later, leaving me and my precious little girl alone.  This story
begins six years later, shortly after Amber's twelfth birthday.

   Chapter One

   My little girl was growing up.  At 12 she'd started to look more and
more like her mother.  And, she was turning into a teenager...dad's worst
nightmare.  She'd begged and begged for a bikini for her birthday, and I
let her get one.  Nothing special, just your basic bikini that will let a
twelve-year-old girl feel grown up without making me feel like her assets
were on display.

   Not that Amber had a lot in the way of assets.  She was wearing bras
(NOT a single dad's favorite experience) and had developed some subtle
curves, but she couldn't even fill out an A cup well.  She was very pretty
and by all indications would be even more of a knockout than her mother,
but I was thankful that at 12 she still looked more girl than woman. 
Still, I could see grown men sizing her up some times: her auburn hair and
striking blue eyes were going to melt a lot of hearts one day.

   The weather was finally cooperating, and Amber had announced she was
going for a swim out back.  This meant she would be trying out her new
bikini for the first time and would want me to take pictures.  I just
prayed she wouldn't try to be sexy...I wasn't sure I could handle that.

   I was in my office working on one of my jobs (I freelance) when I heard
her come running down the stairs.  I sighed and started to reach for the
camera when I heard a very scared-sounding "DADDY!" from the living room.
She stopped calling me Daddy two years before.  I forgot the camera and ran
to find out what had happened.

   There stood Amber in her bikini, but something was wrong.  The top
wasn't tied back behind her neck, and she had her hands over her breasts.
She looked confused and scared.  Something--I couldn't put my finger on
what--wasn't right.

   "What's wrong baby?  Did it break?"

   "No," she whispered.  "Daddy, it doesn't fit."

   "But you tried it on last week before we bought it!  What's wrong with
it?"

   "Daddy, it's my boobs.  They're too big.  They're...growing."

   "Baby, they don't grow that fast.  You--"

   "Daddy they just did it!  And they hurt!  Oh God I think they're still
doing it!"

   That's when I realized what was wrong with the picture.  Her hands were
cupping her breasts, not covering them.  My God!  They had to be C-cups, at
the very least.  She was right: between the time she'd gone upstairs to
change and come back down, her breasts had gone from almost nonexistent to
fully developed, and then some.

   "They hurt?"

   "Yes!  Oh it keeps getting worse."

   "Were they getting bigger this morning?"

   "No.  It just started when I got undressed to put on my swimsuit.  At
first I was happy.  But daddy IT HURTS!"

   "Okay.  Let me think...umm...We need to get you to a doctor.  There's
got to be something wrong.  Okay.  Baby, I need to look at your breasts so
I know what to tell the doctor.  Will you put your hands down so I can
check them?"

   She gingerly took her hands off her chest and lowered them.  Once I got
a good look, I was sure I was looking at a small D-cup.  A small part of me
immediately thought *perfection*.  After all, she had her mother's
naturally tan complexion, and her large erect nipples were are dark pink.
This over her flat athletic stomach...right then I knew that I was looking
at exactly what I wanted on a woman's body.  But I was still a father.  I
shook off those thoughts as quickly as they came and tended to my daughter.

   "I'm going to touch them.  It might hurt a little, but I need to see
what they feel like, see if I can feel anything like a lump.  Are you okay
with that?"

   "Yes Daddy.  Just please make it stop hurting!"

   I started at the top of her left breast and careful pressed.  Amber was
staring intently at my face, while I was focusing on my hand rather than
what was under it.  I couldn't feel anything that didn't seem perfectly
normal and slowly started moving down the breast.  As I did, Amber gasped.

   "Did that hurt?"

   "No...it...felt good.  Do it again."

   "I'm not sure I should.  Let me keep checking."

   I raised my other hand and began to press on both sides of the same
breast.  Amber's knees started to buckle.  I stopped my examination and
reached out to steady her.

   "What's wrong?"

   "Daddy, it doesn't hurt when you do that.  Not at all.  Please do it
more, it feels so much better when you touch them."

   *Oh God this is so weird* I thought.  But what the hell, maybe I could
relieve her pain before taking her to the doctor.  I reached out and cupped
each breast with one hand and gently squeezed.  Amber did fall down then,
straight to her knees.  This wasn't working.

   "Let me sit down on the couch, and you sit beside me." She did.  "Now
turn your back to me, I'm going to reach around you." I was hoping that
maybe if I didn't have to look at those breasts, I could quit having the
thoughts I was having.

   She sat down by me and took her bikini top the rest of the way off. 
That certainly didn't help matters, but I couldn't tell her to put it back
on.  Not without explaining things I really didn't care to explain.  I
reached around under each shoulder and put my hands back on her.  I began
to massage both breasts, and Amber immediately began to sigh and lean back
against me.

   The more I massaged, the better she seemed to feel.  After about a
minute, she silently moved to my lap.  I guessed she wasn't very
comfortable where she had been, as I wasn't either.  With her in my lap, it
was easy going.

   It wasn't long before Amber started to act...different.  After first it
was her hands.  They would slowly grasp my thighs and release.  They
started to move up and down and she began to moan occasionally.  This
started to feel a little too sexual for the father in me, and I decided to
put a stop to it.  I took my hands off her and said "Maybe we should get to
the doctor now."

   "No don't stop, Daddy.  I don't want them to hurt again.  Please don't
stop.  Please, Daddy."

   I could hear the pain creeping back into her voice.  With a simple
"Alright" I grasped her breasts again.  Her hands went right back to where
they'd been, reminding me of just how natural certain behaviors can be. 
After another minute or two, her hips started to move, apparently of their
own volition.

   I can't tell you what I thought from then on.  I could feel her tight
little ass rubbing against my cock and despite my fatherly efforts, I was
getting seriously hard.  Her hands were still massaging my thighs, making
it even harder to think straight.  What I did was begin to do more than
simply massage: my fingers found her nipples and softly tweaked them, which
elicited pleasant gasps.  The more I varied my attention, the more she
seemed to enjoy it.

   By now Amber's head was on my left shoulder, turned toward my neck.  I
could feel a hint her of breath across my collar as she writhed in my lap.
I had abandoned all pretense of not enjoying myself and found myself
looking down at those fantastic tits more and more.  Her hands had settled
down with her thumbs almost on top of my raging cock and her fingers
splayed across my hips.  Her ass was still grinding away at my lap when she
suddenly began to shake and cried out.

   "Oh MY GOD Daddy that feels so good!"

   I suspected she'd had an orgasm and decided to try an experiment.  I let
go of her breasts.  She didn't complain for a minute, then two minutes. 
She just lay there with her eyes closed, her arms now around my neck.

   "Are you okay?"

   "Yes Daddy, they don't hurt any more."

   "Okay.  You'd better go get dressed so I can take you to the doctor."

   She went back to her room and got dressed.  When she came back out, she
looked confused again.  "Daddy, they got little again."

   "What?  What do you mean?"

   "Look!" She lifted her shirt to show me she wasn't wearing a bra and her
breasts (which before today I hadn't seen in years) were back down to the
hint of womanhood they'd been that morning.

   "Umm...okay.  Put your shirt down baby.  You don't need to show them to
me again.  We'll still need to take you to the doctor.  We'll tell them you
had some swelling but it's gone now.  Don't tell them how much, and we
probably shouldn't tell them about what happened on the couch.  They
probably wouldn't believe us anyway."

   We went to see her physician, who of course just said "Swelling can be
normal at this age," and left it at that.  We went home, Amber finally got
into her bikini and went swimming, and I masterbated twice that night to
let off the tension I'd built up.

   Chapter Two

   A few weeks later, at the beginning of July, Amber woke me up at 3:30 in
the morning by crawling into the bed with me.  Let's just say I was
startled.

   "What's wrong baby?  Don't tell me it was a bad dream."

   "They're doing it again, Daddy."

   I was still waking up, and it didn't immediately register what she'd
said.  "Who's doing it?  Doing what?"

   "My boobs, they're hurting again." With that, she slid a hand across my
bare chest--I sleep in pajama pants and nothing else--and grabbed my hand.
She guided it to her bare breast.  "Make them better again, Daddy."

   "Sweetie, this isn't a good idea," I said even as my hand begin to
gently massage her.

   "Why?"

   "Because...well...because there might be something really wrong that we
need a doctor to look at."

   "Daddy, the doctor won't be in for HOURS.  It hurts so bad...please
Daddy."

   *God I'm such a pushover* I thought.  "Oh, all right."

   "Thank you!" She said as she rolled over to hug me.  I felt her bare
breasts press against my arm, then felt a familiar twitch in my pants. 
Without any briefs to conceal it, the hardon I knew was coming would be
VERY obvious.

   "We'll do this right here in the bed.  This time I want you to lay on
your back.  I'll sit over you and give you a massage." At least that way I
wasn't going to have to deal with her ass all over my cock.

   She rolled over and I straddled her hips and began to slowly massage. 
It took her hands no time at all to once again find my thighs and begin to
massage them in turn.  I suppose she needed to do SOMETHING with her hands,
and my legs were better than the sheets.

   After several minutes of massaging, all the time with Amber becoming
increasingly aroused, I decided against my better judgement to try
something new.  (side note: it's amazing what you can justify when it comes
to making your daughter happy.) I leaned down and put my lips to one of her
nipples.

   The response was immediate: Amber arched her back, her hands went to the
back of my head, and she let out a loud moan of pleasure.  One hand
supporting me, I licked and sucked on one breast while massaging the other.
Amber began rock her hips under mine, driving my cock wild.  I couldn't
believe how good it felt to have those nipples between my lips.

   I slid down so I was lying beside her and kissing her breasts.  At one
point while adjusting my position, my left hand brushed her panty-clad
crotch.  She let out a loud gasp and her eyes shot open.  I stopped
immediately.

   "Are you okay?  Did that hurt?  Do you want to stop?" The questions were
just pouring out of me.  I was afraid I'd accidentally taken this too far.
Not that we hadn't gone too far the first time.

   "No.  Oh Daddy.  That felt so good.  Will you do it again?  PLEEEEEASE?"

   "I shouldn't, hon.  We've talked about some of that before.  I really
shouldn't."

   "PLEASE DADDY!  It makes me stop hurting."

   *I've really got to stop letting that get to me.*

   I placed my hand against her pussy and pressed a little.  Leaving my
hand there and hardly moving it, I resumed my attention to her breasts. 
She began to rock her hips again, giving herself the motion she needed.

   "Oh Daddy!  Oh Daddy!  Oh this feels SOOOO good!"

   With that, I lost all inhibition.  I slid my hand down into her panties
and began to rub.  This brought her to a whole new level of excitement. 
She quickly reached down and took her panties off.  I climbed on top of her
and between her legs.  My cock pressed briefly, longingly against her pussy
while I kissed her tits.  Then I began to kiss a trail down her wonderfully
flat stomach until I reached her hips.  I hooked my arms under her legs and
reached up to cup one breast in each hand.  Then I gently licked and
pressed my tongue between the lips of her pussy.

   Her hands found my hair again and I could feel every muscle in her body
tighten.  Amber was beyond horny.  Whatever was going on with those amazing
tits of hers, it was making her incredibly sensitive to every sexual touch.
As my tongue began to swirl around her clit, her hips bucked wildly and she
began to scream.

   "AHH!  AHHHHH!  OH GOD YES DADDY!  OH GOD THAT FEELS SO GOOD!  OH
DADDY!!!"

   A minute later, she was settled down and the pain was gone.  She was
asleep almost immediately, her naked body pressed up against me.  It took a
while to go to sleep, but I finally did.  In the morning, her breasts were
back to normal.

   Chapter Three

   I woke up at eight that morning to Amber's smiling face.

   "Good morning, Daddy," she said as she reached around me to hug my neck.
It was then I realized she was still naked.  My cock sprang to action
before I could even think about it.  I hugged her back as fatherly as I
could, trying to reassert control over the situation even as another part
of me just wanted to rip the covers off her lithe, perfect body.

   "Mornin, sunshine," I said.  "You hungry?"

   "Not really.  I don't wanna get up yet.  I like it here," she said with
a sheepish little smile.

   "Oh?  How about now?" I asked as I tickled her bare hips.

   She yelled and then started giggling.  I tickled her sides for almost a
minute before my hand slid across her chest and she gasped.  Then I let my
hand slide down from her arm to her hip and rested it there.  She'd quickly
stopped laughing and was staring deep into my eyes.  I took my hand off her
hip, cupped her cheek, and leaned in a kissed her.  I still couldn't tell
you why I did it, it just seemed right.

   Amber had never been kissed like that before, and it showed.  Her clumsy
enthusiasm gave way to fresh experience as our kiss lingered and turned
into more than just a kiss.  As the minutes went by, she figured out how
things worked.  My free hand began to caress her, starting from the
shoulder and workings its way down.  Soon I tested her lips with my tongue,
and we were deep in a passionate kiss in no time.  Her hands began to
wander, too, touching my chest and arms and face.

   Finally I broke the kiss and began to kiss her neck and nibble her ears.
She moaned softly as I started down her shoulder to her chest.  I found
myself missing those D-cup titties from the night before, but the firmness
of her "normal" body had its own pleasures and soon I was kissing and
caressing her 12-year-old breasts all the same.  I felt as if I were on
autopilot, doing these things without any thought or effort.  Had I stopped
to think I surely would have stopped entirely.  I'm so glad I didn't.

   In a repeat of the night before, I continued to touch her and kiss her
to orgasm.  Afterward we laid together in the bed, me with silently aching
balls, until lunch time.  Over lunch we had a very adult talk, and Amber
was the one to suggest that no one should know about what was going on
between us.  I suggested we should probably take it easy for a while before
it got out of hand.  God I hated doing that, all I could think about was
getting her undressed and back in that bed.

   Chapter Four

   It was almost August when it happened again.  We had managed to "be
good" almost the entire time, although our newfound familiarity did lead to
us cuddling on the couch and sleeping--clothed--in the same bed a lot more.
Amber did sometimes sneak a kiss when I wasn't expecting it...I think she
had decided we had a relationship beyond father-daughter, whether I liked
it or not.

   Then, one evening I stepped out of the shower to see Amber step into the
bathroom, her hair still wet from her own shower.  She was wrapped in a
towel and holding it closed with one hand.  I could from the shape of the
towel that her breasts had grown again.  She smiled shyly and dropped her
towel.  I stood staring for a moment, then realized she was staring at my
cock.  I'd forgotten I was naked.

   After a moment of panicked indecision, I decided to leave it be.  My
cock was raging hard again and I slowly stepped up to Amber.  She was now
looking back and forth between my cock and my face.  When I stepped up to
her and she looked up at me, I caressed her cheek and bent down to kiss her
full on the lips.  My other hand reached around to the small of her back
and pulled her body against mine.

   When the kiss finally broke, I looked into her eyes.  "Are you hurting
again?" She nodded.  "Let's take you to the bed." With that, I picked her
up in my arms and carried her to the bed.  I laid her down gently and bent
to kiss her again.  This time my hand found her left breast and cupped it.
I took my kisses down her neck and then began to kiss her nipples, first
one and then the other.  She sighed in sweet relief while my hands wandered
farther down her body.

   Amber slid over to the middle of the bed, and I followed.  I settled
down above her, my hips once again between her thighs.  Naked this time, my
cock was free to press against her pussy each time I moved up to kiss her
Whenever this would happen, she would gasp and arch her back.  I knew she
was almost ready for me, and I was most certainly ready for her.

   I slid down and planted my lips on her pussy, eliciting and cry of
pleasure.  With one hand, I massaged her and finally slipped a finger into
her.  Her body responded immediately, as my finger came out very moist and
she let out a loud moan.  As I moved back up, I let my tongue glide along
her stomach and breasts.  Then I kissed Amber deeply as my cock quickly
penetrated her pussy.  She opened her eyes wide and gasped, then smiled and
wrapped her arms around me.

   "Oh Daddy that feels AMAZING.  Please give me more."

   I began to slowly slide in and out of her, letting her find the rythm
and get used to the feel of my cock buried deep in her pussy.  She never
showed any sign of pain; in fact, she seemed to love how it feeled to have
me in her.  Her hips began to rock in time with my pumping, and soon we
were making love as if we'd been doing it for ages.  I kissed her over and
over again, our tongues exploring each other just as the rest of our bodies
were.  After a few minutes, she started having orgasms.

   "AHHHHHH Oh Daddy oh daddy oh daddy you make me feel so good."

   They seemed to come one right after another.  I could feel her pussy
muscles quivering with the ecstacy as I pumped faster and faster into her.

   "OH DADDY give it to me oh daddy I like that so much oh daddy i love
you"

   A small part of me was thankful for my vasectomy, because there was no
way I was going to pull out, not at this point.  On Amber's fourth (or
maybe fifth) orgasm, I finally came in my little girl...only she wasn't a
little girl any more.  My coming in her gave her one last orgasm, then we
both collapsed in a sweaty, ragged heap.  We laughed and cuddled and made
love twice more that night.

   Amber's breasts never shrank or were painful again.  Two days later we
went shopping and bought her D-cup bras.  The store girls couldn't believe
she was only 12.

   Epilogue

   Given the changes she went through over the summer, Amber and I decided
the best thing would be for us to move far enough that no one she knew
would see her and ask how she changed so fast.  We moved almost two hundred
miles away and resumed something of a normal life, at least as far as
anyone outside our house was concerned.  At home we had an INCREDIBLE sex
life together and became a normal couple.  When she was 15, Amber hatched a
plan.

   We went to court and she filed to assume her late biological father's
name.  She told the judge it was to honor him, a soldier who died overseas
before she was born.  We moved shortly after that, and at our new home I
was David Graves and she was Amber Smith.  At 16 she already had her high
school diploma and she stopped calling me Dad in public.  Now I was just
David.

   Two years later we moved one last time.  She was 18, I was 34, and we
were a couple.  We got married a year later.  A few people gave us curious
looks, but for the most part no one in California thinks anything odd of a
wealthy programmer with a young, pretty wife.  I had the vasectomy reversed
and we now have two great children.  I'm 40, she's 24, and those amazing 36
G tits of hers haven't shown any sign of sagging.  I guess we'll never know
what it was that caused them, but I couldn't be happier with how it all
turned out.
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