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Little Jo 2 
by Brody (no address provided)

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A young girl's mother leaves. She becomes a tomboy. 
This story is her sexual awaken and her becoming a 
young lady with desires for a neighbor boy and then 
her dad. (Mg, gg, pre, ped, inc, 1st)

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PART 2

-= Chapter 4 =-

Like I said, I awoke late. The memories of the 
previous night came back with a rush, cascading over 
my mind like pleasurable waves. I sniffed my fingers 
again, but the scent had changed--become old and 
stale; nothing like the fresh smell of "Wow!" from the 
previous night.

I lay with my eyes closed still, lightly touching my 
pussy, feeling the springy flesh and the little pieces 
of the inner lips that stuck up and out of the crack. 
I suddenly remember the hymen. I had seen it the 
previous night! It looked like a wall and Daddy said 
it was a barrier to keep things from getting up in my 
immature vagina. "How the heck was my period going to 
work then?" I thought to myself. "How's all that stuff 
supposed to get out?" 

Only one thing to do. Ask Daddy.

I got up and caught sight of my naked pussy in the 
mirror. Not nearly as puffy and swollen as the 
previous night, but it looked caked with that white 
waxy stuff that Daddy said was normal. Better have a 
quick shower before getting dressed.

I found Daddy later in the garage. "Well, Sleepy Head, 
welcome back to the land of the awake!"

"G'morning, Daddy," I gave him a kiss. "I still have 
some questions about last night."

His face clouded and his brow furrowed. "Yeah, well, 
I'm sorry about that..."

"No, nothing wrong," I quickly interrupted. "I'm just 
wondering about this hymen thing."

Daddy stopped and looked carefully at me.

"So, if the hymen is a barrier, like you said," I 
forged on. "What's going to happen when I start my 
period? Will that stuff get backed up or is there 
another opening?"

"Your hymen is not a complete barrier," Daddy said 
still studying my face.

"It's not? It sure looked like it last night."

"No, it's not. In fact yours has several little holes 
across the bottom and a hole the size of a pencil near 
the middle. I'm surprised you didn't see it."

"Oh," I said. I was genuinely surprised and a bit 
relieved. I was also kind of honored that Daddy would 
remember exactly how my hymen looked--in detail. "So 
nothing's wrong with me?"

"Everything is fine," he said finally smiling.

I gave him a big hug. Everything was always instantly 
better after talking with him. "I love you, Daddy. 
You're the best!"

"Little Jo! I love you too!"

My heart melted as he used that pet name again. "You 
haven't called me that in ages!" I said still hugging 
him hard.

"I know, but is that okay?"

"Quite. Why did you stop?"

Daddy chuckled. "You wanted to be a tomboy, remember?"

Oh, yeah. That seemed like such a long time before!

Later that afternoon, Matt came by. He had a worried 
look on his face and he avoided eye contact with my 
Dad. I immediately remembered where our conversation 
had left off so I pulled him away and we disappeared 
around the side of the house off toward the woods that 
butted up to our yard.

"So did you talk with your Dad?" he asked.

"Yep!"

"But he didn't look like he was going to kill me."

"Nope." I turned and took his hands in mine. 
"Everything's okay. I'm not pregnant and I'm not 
getting pregnant."

"But..."

"I was wrong. You have to put all your sperm INSIDE of 
me. Doesn't do anything dribbling all over the outside 
of me."

"But you had stuff running down your pussy too."

"Near it," I answered. "But not in it."

"So we're okay?"

I nodded. "Completely. And I wouldn't mind doing that 
again sometime cause I have something I'd like to show 
you too."

"Oh, wow!" Obvious relief swept over his face.

"But you keep your penis and your sperm out of me. 
Okay?"

"Okay!"

I kissed him and he hugged me back. "So when?"

"I don't know. But not now. I gotta get back and help 
Daddy."

He kissed me again and ran his hands over my rump. I 
loved feeling his touch. But at that moment I also 
remembered Daddy touching me the previous night.

Matt and I didn't get any alone time till the week 
AFTER school was out. I was able to go over to his 
house when his parents were out. We stripped out of 
our clothes in record time. I remember staring at his 
dick and thinking that it was longer than I had 
remembered it. (True, it was still nothing like 
Daddy's, but that's another story!) He had a clump of 
curly, wiry hair above his dick and a smattering of 
hairs on his sack of balls. It was a warm day so his 
balls hung low away from his body when he first pulled 
his clothes off. I watched in fascination as them 
moved all by themselves and slowly ascended to hug in 
closer to his dick.

Matt was fascinated by my pussy. "You have some hairs 
growing there," he said, running his fingers along the 
top of my pussy. And, sure enough, there were a 
handful of dark hairs growing there, pointing down 
toward my slit. 

"Open it up, Matt," I said as I sat down on his couch. 
"Open my pussy up! I want to show you something!"

Matt knelt between my legs and gently pried my pussy 
lips apart. "What should I do?" he asked as he gently 
rubbed the outer lips up and down.

"Oh, Matt," I gushed. "You can keep doing that for a 
while!"

So he kept rubbing me and pulling on my outer lips for 
another minute or two.

"Now what?" he asked.

Now what?! I thought. Why was he interrupting how good 
this was feeling? Oh, well. "Perhaps you can run your 
finger through the center of my slit," I finally said, 
using all my concentration power to come back to 
reality in order to answer him.

His first attempt was rough and definitely pulled me 
back to reality.

"Oooh!" I jumped. 

He saw that didn't work. "I'm sorry, Jo."

"Like this," I said, using my own finger slowly 
tracing up and down through my very wet slit.

I grabbed ahold of his finger and moved it stiffly 
through my pussy. "Loosen up, Matt," I whispered.

"I'm sorry," he replied.

He relaxed and I easily guided his fingers up and 
down. Oh, my gosh! that felt so good!

"Feel this little bump here?" I asked as I guided his 
finger over my clitoris. I shivered as we made contact 
with that bundle of nerves. "That's my clit. It is the 
extra special part that can make me feel good."

I guided his finger back and forth a few more times. 
Up and down the length of the slit, mashing into the 
inner pussy lips, diddling around the pleasure bump. 
My pussy was buzzing with happiness. I let go of his 
finger and whispered, "Keep it up. Just like that!" My 
hands found my little breasts and began touching those 
sensitive nipples. I felt it coming--and it erupted, 
enveloping my whole body. I clamped my legs tightly 
around Matt's neck and back. I think I was making some 
sort of grunting or moaning noise.

Matt stopped touching me, probably because of 
surprise, but he couldn't pull back since I had him 
locked in tightly against me with my legs.

I finally relaxed and Matt sat back.

I opened my eyes and smiled.

"What happened?" he asked.

"That's what I wanted to show you. You just gave me 
incredible pleasure."

"I thought you were dying!"

I laughed. "Not all! Just like I gave you a bunch of 
good feelings yesterday, you returned the favor to me 
today!"

I reached out to touch him. I found his shoulder and 
his neck. I leaned into his lips. "Jo, I love you so 
much!"

"I know, Matt. I love you too!"

Just then we heard a car in the driveway. We scrambled 
quickly to re-clothe ourselves. And we just succeeded 
before Matt's mom came in.

"Oh, Jo," she said as soon as she saw me. "I didn't 
know you'd be here." She continued walking into the 
kitchen and set a bag down on the counter.

I felt uneasy. I moved toward the door to leave. "I 
gotta leave," I said.

"Bye, Jo," Matt said quietly and walked me to the 
door.

I was outside as I heard his mom say, "Are you leaving 
already?"

I kept walking down the sidewalk. I called back over 
my shoulder, "I gotta get home now."

As I turned onto the street I heard his mom ask, "What 
the hell is that smell, Matt?"

I knew. I ran home and looked for my Daddy. He was in 
the side yard trimming the hedge.

"Hey, Jo, what's up?" he asked. I just held onto him, 
scared of what Matt's mom would say and do. Daddy 
turned and saw my face; it must have been ashen. "Jo, 
what's wrong? Are you okay?"

I shook my head. "Matt's mom found out we were fooling 
around."

"What did she see?"

"Nothing. She came in right after he was playing with 
my pussy. I had a great feeling!"

"Then?"

"Then we heard the car. We scrambled to get dressed 
and we were just sitting in the living room when she 
came in. But I could tell she was thinking something 
was wrong. I left and that's when she asked Matt what 
the smell was. Only she was really angry when she was 
asking!"

Daddy hugged me. "So he was only touching you?"

I nodded.

"Did you jerk him off?"

"No. Didn't have a chance."

"You're okay. Let her call." He hugged me close again 
and stroked my hair. "I love you, Little Jo."

A few minutes later there WAS a phone ringing. I 
looked at Daddy and he winked then ran off to answer 
it. I followed him in, fearing the worse. I came into 
the kitchen and saw Daddy leaning over the counter 
talking intently at the wall.

"Mrs. Riggley, I understand what you are saying. But 
trust me, there is no problem. My daughter has already 
spoken to me of what was going on." He was quiet for 
several more moments. "How do you know that? Ah, I 
see." Another long pause. "But did you smell any tell-
tale boy smells?" I blushed thinking about what she 
had just told Daddy. He nodded and raised his hand. 
"No, I believe that in the eyes of the law, your son 
is considered the aggressor. He is older and he 
approached an underage girl. Had his hands all over 
her from what I understand." 

He laughed. "No, listen to me. I'm just saying. You 
were the one who brought up legal issues, but I wanted 
to remind you of how the law looks at these things. I 
am not considering any action. I just don't think that 
you should either." He nodded again and placed his 
hand on the counter. "Yes, I will talk with her. But 
she has already come to me. Open, honest communication 
is important. I hope that you and your son
 have that." He smiled determinedly then said, 
"Indeed, good bye."

He put the receiver back in the cradle and I rang and 
hugged him.


-= Chapter 5 =-

The next morning was rainy. Daddy went to work, 
leaving me home with Sherri. I still felt awkward 
about what had happened with Matt's mom. I also had a 
sense of foreboding--although I was still too young to 
know what that word meant.

Sherri wanted to play board games, so for a good part 
of the morning I absent-mindedly played Chutes and 
Ladders and Candy Land. It kept my mind occupied a 
little so that I didn't worry non-stop about things.

It was still raining around 11 o'clock and I went to 
the back porch, opened the door and just watched 
through the screen as the rain came down in buckets.

Sherri came up alongside me and softly asked, "You had 
a big problem yesterday with Matt?"

I shook my head. "Actually with his mom."

"What happened?"

I shrugged.

"I heard some of what Daddy was saying on the phone 
and I heard him talking with you. It's not like I 
don't know anything, Jo!"

It suddenly dawned on me that she would be going into 
fifth grade in the Fall--about the same age as I was 
when I first discovered that I loved Matt. I reached 
out and pulled my sister against me and whispered, "I 
figure you do know, Sherri. It's just hard to talk 
about. I'm scared."

Sherri was resisting my embrace at first then she gave 
in and hugged me back. "I'm sorry."

We stood like that for the longest time: the rain kept 
falling outside; a breeze blew through the screen 
door, playfully tugging our hair; and tears threatened 
to spill out of my eyes.

"Why are you scared?" Sherri finally asked.

"I think I'm going to lose Matt," I whispered.

"Why?"

"Cause his mom's so mean."

"I thought you liked her. Or at least you said she 
liked you."

"That was before yesterday. She yelled and cussed at 
Matt because of me."

"Oh."

And then we fell silent again.

We were still standing there when a flash of light 
followed quickly by a loud rumble startled us. Sherri 
shrieked. I slammed the back door closed.

"I wish Daddy were home," I said. "He'd know just what 
to do!"

Another flash and boom sent Sherri screeching into the 
living room. I followed and found her on the couch, 
under the pillows. In the past I had made fun of how 
scared she was of lightning and thunder. Today, I felt 
the need to help her, so I sat down next to her and 
held her. She shivered.

"Are you cold too?" I asked.

She nodded.

"C'mon," I said. "Let's get warm under the covers in 
my bed. Race you upstairs!"

Sherri was up and running in no time flat. I purposely 
let her win too. I thought that was real grown up of 
me. It was also pretty big of me to invite her into my 
room. I almost NEVER did that.

"I won!" Sherri exclaimed.

"Cool! Let's kick our shoes off and climb under."

Just then another rumble of thunder shook the house. 
Sherri squealed and dove into my bed. I kicked my 
shoes off then decided to slip out of my jeans which 
were far too stiff. 

Under the covers Sherri hugged me tightly and 
whispered, "I don't like that! Why's it have to be so 
loud?"

"Maybe just to make little girls ask questions."

That sent Sherri into giggles because that used to be 
grandpa's favorite line.

After a few minutes I said, "Why don't you take your 
jeans off. They're rather stiff and pokey."

She skinned out of them and dropped beside the bed. 
She turned on her side and whispered, "Is this like 
what you and Matt did?"

"Nothing like it. We've never been in a bed together."

"What did you do with Matt?" she asked excitedly.

"A bunch of little things."

"Tell me. Please?"

I was quiet for a few moments thinking how strange it 
was that suddenly we were talking like we had been 
best friends forever and talking about things that I 
had NEVER ever talked about with any girls before. 
Never talked with any girl friends like this because I 
had spent most of my life avoiding girlfriends and 
establishing myself as a boy--or at least a tomboy.

"Jo?" Sherri's voice broke through my thoughts. "Don't 
be mad at me. You've been so nice to me today and..."

I touched my finger to her lips and smiled. "I'm not 
mad. Not mad at you. I'm just thinking about a lot of 
different things."

"Like what?"

"Like how I tried so hard NOT to be a girl or anything 
for years and then suddenly I'm a girl and I kinda 
really like this guy. But you've been doing a good job 
of being a girl your whole life."

"I think you're a very nice girl," Sherri said. "And 
I'm glad you're my sister. You're really pretty too."

I kissed her cheek. I was struck by just how sweet of 
a sister she was and I had been ignoring it all those 
years. "Sherri, you're very sweet and you're the 
pretty one."

"But no boy has ever said that to me."

"Only one boy has ever said that to me," I went on, 
"and I was just a little older than you when it 
happened."

"So what happened then? How did Matt tell you that he 
liked you?"

"Remember how I used to play sports and didn't care if 
I was shirts or skins?"

"Yeah, I thought that was weird!"

"Well, Matt told me one day that my tits were starting 
to be noticed by the other guys and I had better keep 
my shirt on."

"That was nice of him."

"Daddy said that too."

"You told him?"

"Yeah, I've told him pretty much all the main things 
we've done."

"Wow! And he's cool with it?"

I nodded. "Well, Matt also talked with me for quite a 
while about my chest. I didn't see any difference then 
he offered to compare chests and I was really shocked 
that there was so much difference then! But what he 
said next blew my mind. He said that he would enjoy 
looking at my tits any time that I wanted to show them 
to him."

"Seriously?!" Sherri squeaked and giggled. "Did you?"

"Yep. Often. And then we showed each other the other 
parts of our bodies."

"So what did he do when he first saw your tits?"

"He just looked the first time. And it felt so weird 
knowing that he thought these little tits were 
pretty!"

"Was that the night you thought you had cancer?"

I laughed. "Yes! Daddy had a good talk with me later 
and explained how breasts develop and why there are 
lumps underneath and why it's tender."

"He talked with me recently too about the same thing."

"Are you getting titties?"

Sherri nodded and smiled broadly. "Wanna see?"

"Sure!"

"Well, show me yours too, Jo!"

We both sat up and shucked our shirts off. Neither of 
us needed bras yet by any stretch, but I was surprised 
at what I saw on Sherri!

"Sherri! You really are getting tits! They're pretty!"

She blushed a little. But it was true. Her tits were 
cute! They were almost the same size as mine. 
Seriously. Hers were small mounds topped by wide 
areolas. And she had just finished fourth grade! Me? I 
had just finished sixth and mine were only slightly 
larger but with much narrower nipples. 

Her nipples, on top of each areola, were very pointy. 
I should also add here, that Sherri was a blonde. 
Where my hair was dark brown and shoulder length, hers 
was always light colored and was long for years, 
coming down to the small of her back. She had light 
green eyes and a cute, slightly upturned nose with a 
smattering of tiny freckles across the bridge.

I reached out and touched one nipple. She jumped.

"I'm sorry, Sherri, do they hurt?"

"A little. It's like little knot under each."

I nodded. "Sounds familiar."

"Did Matt touch your boobs?"

"Yes. And it felt so over the top wow!"

"Show me!"

"Well, you'll have to pretend that I'm some boy."

"Like Matt?"

"No!" I said sharply. "He's my boyfriend."

"Oh, sorry." She was quiet a moment then asked, "What 
if I think about Daddy touching me."

I choked then said, "Um, not a good idea since he's my 
Daddy too!"

"Then who?" she whined.

"How 'bout some boy in your class or at school?"

She was quiet a moment then smiled and said, "Kevin."

"Kevin? The Kevin Smith in my class?"

She nodded and smiled sweetly.

"Well, okay. Kevin is going to touch your tits now. 
Close your eyes and pretend it's his hands that are 
finding your boobs to be fun to play with!"

She lay back down, closing her eyes and holding her 
body still. She wore only white socks and pink panties 
(yes, hers were real panties) with tiny flowers all 
over it. Her panties were a bit small and worn--her 
pussy lips were outlined well through the thin fabric. 
I leaned over and touched first one breast then the 
other, making sure to avoid the nipples for the 
moment. Her breasts were just spongy enough to have 
"cush" as I pressed into them. I traced around their 
perimeter and felt each of her ribs. She was holding 
her breath and her skin was tight against her ribs and 
sternum.

After a minute or two of lightly teasing her tits, I 
touched her nipples. She gasped then laughed. I gently 
plied them between my fingers then rolled each nipple 
back and forth. Her mouth opened wide in a silent 
"Ooh!" and her body stiffened.

"Oh, my goodness, oh my goodness! Jo!" she finally 
gasped. "Oh, oh wow!"

I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Amazing, ain't 
it?"

"And you and Matt would do that?"

"And other things too," I replied.

"What?" She opened her eyes wide and grasped my hands 
in hers. "I was thinking that I was almost going to 
die of happiness! Wouldn't anything more kill a 
person?"

I laughed. "Not really. But if you don't want to, then 
we can stop."

"Oh, no. I'm not stopping!"

"Okay, the next thing that we tried together was 
seeing each other completely naked."

She sat up and looked deep into my eyes. "You saw his 
wiener?"

"Yep, and he saw my pussy!"

"Oh wow! Did he touch it?"

"Yes, and I touched his dick."

She sat silently for a few moments. I could see that 
her mind was racing. "Can we pretend that too?"

"I don't have a dick so we can't do that part."

She giggled. "What? Can't you pretend that part too?"

"Probably not. But we'll have get completely naked now 
and you'll have to trust me, and I'll try to recreate 
how it felt when Matt first touched me. But you can't 
think of Matt, remember?"

"Okay."

And then we both slipped out of our underwear. The 
sight of Sherri's little pussy excited me. I really 
hadn't seen any other pussy up close and personal. 
Sure, I had seen Sherri's before; but always in 
passing and never in the context of "This is what a 
boy can do to you!" Her outer lips were not as puffy 
and full as mine were--even when I was her age. But 
her inner lips formed a wrinkled bump around her 
clitoris which stuck out like a little finger 
beckoning to someone. She had no hair down there other 
than a hint of fine, blonde downy fuzz over her pussy 
mound. 

"You're getting some hair now, Jo," she commented.

I nodded. "Okay, lie back down and close your eyes and 
pretend that what you're feeling is Kevin touching 
your pussy."

She giggled and lay back down then shivered in 
excitement. I ran my fingers over her vulva, lightly 
pressing on the cushy lips. Her legs were still 
together, which forced her lips together forming a 
deep and pronounced slit. The inner lips which had 
stuck out so prominently were almost all hidden except 
for a tiny piece. As I traced the outline of her slit 
she shivered again.

"Okay, now open your legs up wide," I directed.

She spread her legs and I knelt between them. Her 
pussy fell open like a flower blooming in the 
sunshine. The outer lips pulled far apart and the 
inner lips splayed open to reveal the hidden tunnel of 
her vagina. Her lips were pretty dry so I licked my 
finger and ran it over her inner folds. I repeated 
that a couple of times and soon she was very slippery 
in between her inner labia.

"Wow, that feels good!" she whispered. "Don't stop!"

I smiled, knowing exactly what she meant. I kept 
running my fingers over her thin, inner pussy lips, 
occasionally bumping against her clitoris. Back and 
forth, bump and rub. She spread her legs even wider 
apart. She was only nine and a half, but she was eager 
for the feeling. Remembering how much I enjoyed my 
clit being rubbed, I started spending more time on her 
clitoral bump. With all the agitation it was 
experiencing, her clit and inner lips were becoming 
red and swollen.

Suddenly she grabbed my hand and pulled it away from 
her. "I can't take any more," she whispered.

I held her hand and squeezed.

"It was feeling real good, then suddenly it was too 
much. Almost a hurting sort of too much."

"That's okay," I said. "I don't want to hurt you. 
There's one other thing that you and a boy could do."

"What's that?"

"Lay next to each other so that he's holding you 
tightly."

I had her lay on her side and then I snuggled in so 
that I lay tight up against her back and butt. I 
reached around and held my hand over her little tits, 
cupping one entirely. We lay like that for several 
minutes, before she quietly asked, "Is that all?"

"Just a moment. I'll be right back."

I jumped up ran down the hall to the closet, grabbed a 
candle and came back. I hid it behind my back so that 
she wouldn't see it.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Shhh. Close your eyes and pretend that Kevin is 
snuggling up behind you." 

I resumed my position behind her and held the candle 
under my armpit to get it warm. After several more 
minutes, I took the candle and slipped it down between 
us so that it was lying in her ass crack. "There, if a 
guy is behind you, you'll eventually start feeling 
something."

I felt her wiggle her ass back and the candle wiggled 
against my own pussy. I got an idea. I slipped the 
candle down then repositioned it so that it went 
between her legs. I'm sure the top of it was next to 
her pussy. The base of it was right next to my pussy. 
Every time she moved, I felt it jostle on my cunt and 
clit. 

"Sometimes, he might let his dick slid up between your 
legs like this."

She wiggled her hips back at me and I held her tit 
tightly.

Suddenly she stopped and said, "Does this mean that 
we're lesbians?"

Dang! Where did she get all that extra information. I 
didn't know what that was. "What?" I asked.

"You know, girl lovers."

I thought for a moment then asked, "What were you 
imagining when I was pretending a dick was there? Were 
you thinking of Kevin's penis?"

"No, not really."

"Then what were you thinking of?"

"Daddy's penis," she answered quietly.

"Why?" I struggled to keep from yelling at her. 
Perhaps I was a little possessive of Daddy? Jealous? 
Yep. I swallowed hard and made an effort not to freak 
out nor freak her out. "Why were you thinking of 
Daddy?"

"Cause his is the only wiener that I've ever seen."

I laughed. Couldn't argue with that logic. "You're not 
lesbian. You are a true girl."

She held my hand close to her breast.

"So when have you seen Daddy naked?"

"When we were camping," she replied. "And I turned the 
light back on while he was dressing."

"Oh, yeah!"

"And the next morning when he got up, his dick was all 
hard and poking up out of his shorts. I couldn't 
believe it! I wanted to touch it and find out what it 
was like! It looked so painful."

"I have it on good authority from Matt that it is 
definitely not painful!"

She giggled again. My stomach growled. I looked at the 
time and said, "Good grief, it's after noon! Let's get 
something to eat!"

"Then afterwards can we make forts out of the blankets 
like we used to do?"

"Great idea!"


-= Chapter 6 =-

Daddy came home and was really surprised to find that 
his two girls were playing so well together. Not that 
we would fight before, but it was more like "same 
planet--different worlds." But here we were playing 
and Sherri was *IN* my room at *MY* invitation and we 
had an elaborate blanket fort set up! We begged Daddy 
to let us eat dinner in there under the blankets. 
Daddy thought that was fine so he cooked something up 
then we all brought it up to my room and we all 
crawled under the fort and ate. 

Of course, it was a bit small for Daddy, but Sherri 
and I really thought a lot of Daddy doing that for us. 
It was just another feather in his cap as far as I was 
concerned. So we weren't surprised when Daddy begged 
off and left after finishing his food quickly. But I 
also think that he might have felt a bit awkward since 
Sherri and I only put long tee shirts back on after 
our little earlier escapade. That meant a lot of bare 
rump and flashing pussy in addition to outline of tits 
and the like.

But I still had Matt on my mind. The whole week went 
by and I saw neither hide nor hair of him. Not even on 
Saturday morning! But the next Monday there was a 
letter for me. Me! I couldn't believe it. I quickly 
opened it and saw that it was from Matt.

"Dear Jo," he began. "I'm so sorry that things turned 
out this way. It's not your fault. I do love you, but 
my parents are keeping me grounded and away from you 
probably all summer. I know it's not the same thing, 
but if you wanted to leave me a note, put it in the 
hollow of the tree by our log."

I knew exactly what log he meant. It was the log that 
we sat on when he first talked to me about my chest 
and then he dropped the bomb shell that he actually 
liked looking at my chest. I immediately wrote out a 
note. I don't remember what all I said, but I told him 
that I loved him and that I was worried that this 
would turn out all wrong and I couldn't wait for 
summer to be over. Then I rolled it up, placed it in a 
sandwich bag and hid it in the hollow of that tree.

I watched and waited but never saw when he took the 
note. It was there a day later, but gone the day after 
that. About a week after that I got another letter 
that tore my heart out. He said that his family was 
moving. He would write as soon as he knew the address 
or a good place that I could write without his parents 
intercepting it.

I was still crying when Daddy came home. Sherri had 
tried to cheer me up but gave up trying to say 
anything at all; instead she merely sat next to me and 
alternatingly laid her head on my lap or held my 
shoulders. We were in a mutual embrace when Daddy 
found us. I just handed him the letter. My blood shot 
eyes and tears said the rest.

Daddy sat down next to me and hugged me. "Jo, my 
Little Jo. I'm so sorry."

I melted into his arms and sobbed some more.

A little later, I overheard Daddy calling the Riggleys 
and his discussion with them. Boy! That almost got 
overheated! Turns out they did not want their son ever 
to be around me again. Daddy tried to have them have a 
descent resolution and say nice good-byes and then 
leave on good terms, but they would have nothing of 
it.

Matt DID make it over to my place shortly before they 
moved out. "Doesn't matter. I have to say good-bye in 
person. Just ain't right unless I do." I held him and 
hugged him, hardly knowing what to say, other than a 
trite "I'm going to miss you."

And then by the end of July he was gone. My Summer was 
ruined. And Daddy took me aside and said that I was 
going to have to get over it so that I didn't ruin 
Sherri's Summer completely too. He was right. Sherri 
had just become a person to me and then I shut her out 
of my life while I was in mourning.

I made sure to take Sherri with me on an all-day trek 
around the woods one Saturday. We explored creeks and 
trees and water falls. I even showed her the special 
log and hollow tree where Matt had first talked with 
me. I was brave. I didn't cry. Not until Sherri found 
another message in the hollow tree! Sherri hugged me 
as I read Matt's last message to me. I was an 
emotional wreck when we got home.

Daddy was on the phone and I couldn't figure out who 
he was talking to. I could see that he was concerned 
or maybe sad and serious. It just added to my general 
feeling of melancholy. I went into the living room and 
sat on the sofa and just stared out the window or re-
read Matt's last letter to me. Sherri sat with me for 
a while then went off to her room. I didn't not hear 
Daddy come in.

"Well, that was an interesting phone call," he said. 
His voice made me jump. He sat next to me and laughed 
a little. "Didn't mean to make you jump like that. 
Were you deep in thought, Little Jo?"

"Uh-huh. I just got one more message from Matt." I 
showed him the letter. "He had left it in our hollow 
tree."

Daddy took it and read it, then kissed my forehead. 
"Life sometimes gives you a pile of lemons, doesn't 
it."

Looking back, I am surprised that he didn't say crap 
or shit. But instead he said lemons. He was always 
like that. A careful, well-thought-through gentleman 
who never (to my knowledge) cussed or spoke bad words! 

He sat down beside me and sighed deeply. "I think I 
understand some of what you're going through."

I looked at him through eye made puffy from crying. At 
first I thought he was just being "daddy"--trying to 
understand things from my perspective and then help me 
through it. Then all of a sudden!--it dawned on me 
that *HE* had been through something even worse! And 
up to that point I don't ever think I thought about 
how bad it was for Daddy, I just saw how wrong it was 
for me when my mother walked out of our lives.

"Oh, Daddy, I'm so sorry!" I gave him a big hug.

"Hey! What's this?" he said, caught off guard by my 
response. "I haven't said anything yet."

"No, I just got it. After all these years, I just 
realized that *YOU* went through a lot of hurt when 
mom walked out on us."

Daddy was silent for almost a minute as he looked at 
me then looked away. He pulled me in close to him and 
whispered, "Yeah, well, there was always that, wasn't 
there? And it's funny that you should suddenly bring 
it up today."

I was quiet, waiting for him to go on. I could hear 
extra emotion in his voice. It kinda scared me a 
little not knowing what was coming.

"I just got off the phone with your grandma."

"Granny Fran?"

"No, your other one. The one we haven't heard from in 
a while."

Oh, my *other* one. That would be my mother's mom. I 
suddenly saw why Daddy was somber.

"You know who I mean?"

I nodded.

"Well, it turns out that your mother died last week. 
Your grandma said that she had been sick for quite a 
while and had lived back at her house for the last 
year. She also said that your mother wanted to 
apologize to us for all the hurt she caused but she 
was too sick to do so other than write a really long 
letter."

I sat and stared at him. I don't know what all was 
going through my mind. Things like I thought that she 
was already dead so why do I feel all these emotions 
again? Or why do I even care? Or why the hey didn't 
she just stay gone?

"I'm sorry to bother you with this, Jo. I wasn't 
planning on saying anything now. It's just that your 
comment was right in line with what I was already 
thinking."

"Daddy, you had to tell me. And I'm glad you did. I'm 
also glad that I figured out just how much it hurt you 
too."

"Oh, honey, you've done nothing wrong, and you 
certainly didn't deserve any of this."

I placed my finger on his lips and said, "Shhh. Don't 
say anything. I love you, Daddy. Let me help you in 
whatever way possible. Can I help you?"

Daddy was a little surprised at my actions but after a 
few moments he got a funny look in his eyes and a 
smirk on his face. "Don't say anything? Yet you want 
me to answer you?"

I laughed at the implausibility of what I had set up.

He kissed my cheek. "Little Jo. What am I going to do? 
And what am I going to do with you?"

"Keep me?" I smiled coyly.

"No doubt!" He hugged me again. "But there is some 
unfinished business that I have to take care of."

"What's that?"

"Your grandma said that there were a couple of legal 
papers that needed to be signed. You mother willed the 
rest of her estate to you and Sherri." He saw my look 
and quickly added, "Don't get your hopes up. It's not 
much. But I also have to bring a few of those items up 
or oversee the sale of them." He scratched his face. 
"And what am I going to do with you and Sherri?"

"We could help!"

"I'm thinking of letting Granny Fran watch the both of 
you."

"At least bring me," I protested. "You need to have 
someone with you on the trip. Someone that you can 
talk to and who could help you stay awake while 
driving."

"Let's see about that. Now where is Sherri?"

"Probably in her room," I said suddenly remembering 
how she had tried to help me be happy, but I wouldn't 
let her. "Daddy?"

He looked at me.

"Sherri was trying to help me this afternoon, but I 
was being a real butt. I didn't want to let her help 
me be happier. I was wrong. I should have listened to 
her. Are you doing the same thing I was? I'm trying to 
help you. Please don't reject my help."

"Jo, I don't know what you've been eating, but 
suddenly you sound a lot wiser and more mature than 
someone your age. You make a lot of sense. Now, why 
don't you run up and tell Sherri that you were glad 
that she was trying to help you. And let her know that 
I'm home too."

Well, like Daddy thought, Sherri wanted to go visit 
Granny Fran. And he agreed to let me come with him. 
That meant a long road trip with Daddy!

Evidentially my mother and her mom had moved to South 
Carolina. Granny Fran lived in southern Pennsylvania 
so dropping Sherri off was on the way. It was a hot 
August day and Daddy said we were about a half hour 
away from Granny's house. "But would you like to see 
the stream that I used to play in?"

"Sure!" We both said together.

He turned off the main road onto a country road, 
followed that for a ways then turned up a small dirt 
road and parked at a small wide spot. "You know that I 
grew up around here," he said, leading us up a path 
and around a hill. As we wound down the back side of 
the hill, I saw a stream and a large swimming hole.

"You used to swim here?" Sherri asked.

"Yep!" Daddy answered.

"Skinny-dipped?" Sherri pressed further.

"Well, yeah, sometimes." Daddy actually blushed. "But 
that was then."

I looked around. "I don't see anybody else here. And 
it is rather hot." I smiled and pleaded with my eyes.

"We can go dip our feet in the water," he replied. 
"Come on. I want to show you the rock we used to jump 
from."

A couple minutes later we were barefooted standing in 
the cool water. Sherri and I had on shorts and tank 
tops. Daddy had his jeans and tee shirt. Sherri asked 
again, "Can we just try it, Daddy?"

"No one's around," I put in.

"Well, okay," Daddy said. "Put your stuff here on this 
branch and stay low. We'll be quick about it."

In a flash Sherri and I were out of our clothes and 
were into the water. I turned around and saw Daddy 
easing himself into the stream. His dick was not all 
that stiff and pointy. In a moment he was submerged 
and I couldn't see anything anymore.

We swam around and giggled. It felt so free to have 
nothing on at all. After several minutes of swimming 
and splashing, it was possible to forget that we were 
all nude under the water. I swam over to Daddy and he 
splashed me. I fought back and latched onto him with 
my arms and legs wrapping around him. He grabbed ahold 
of me and tickled. I held on tighter. By this time my 
leg was rubbing all over his penis which was rapidly 
becoming stiffer. Sherri came along to help me. 

Soon Daddy had two nude preteen girls wrestling and 
touching all over his body. Finally he dunked under 
and held himself down there for a while. Neither 
Sherri nor I could hold our breath that long so we let 
go and he swam away. I followed and caught up to him 
just as he turned around. I launched myself into his 
arms and wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs 
around his back. His dick was rigid and poked up 
against my pussy. It felt so good. I really wanted 
more.

But Daddy suddenly said, "We need to be moving on so 
we can get to Granny's house for dinner."

"How are we going to dry off?" Sherri asked.

"Shake," he laughed. "Shake like a dog!"

"Really?" Sherri laughed.

"No. We can use our shirts and then put on new shirts 
back at the car."

When we got out of the water, both Sherri and I had a 
hard time NOT staring at Daddy. He was obviously 
embarrassed by his rigid cock, but there wasn't 
anything to be done about it except dry off and cover 
up. He avoided looking directly at us.

Back in the car, after putting on new shirts, Daddy 
finally said, "Well, you both got a little more 
education about how boys look, didn't you?"

Sherri and I giggled.

"That's the odd thing about a guy. Sometimes he can't 
control what his penis is going to do. And it is never 
good to make fun of him or to stare at him."

"Sorry, Daddy," I said.

"And you shouldn't go talking about him either." He 
glanced over at us. "Don't go telling Granny that we 
went skinny dipping. That will only open up more 
trouble than we need now. Okay?"

We both nodded.

We had a good visit with Granny Fran. And Daddy and I 
got going early the next morning to be on our way. 
Almost ten hours later (with stops for lunch, snacks 
and do-do as Daddy said) we were in South Carolina. 
Five states plus the District of Columbia in one day! 
Daddy checked us into a motel and said he'd call my 
*other* grandma in the morning.

Daddy and I were bone tired from all the driving. The 
motel had a pool so we changed and enjoyed the water. 
For me it felt good to move around. Daddy just lazily 
swam back and forth or floated. I noticed him looking 
at me several times, especially when I pulled myself 
out of the water to jump back in. I didn't say 
anything, but I kinda liked that he was watching me. 

I glanced down at my two piece suit and noticed that 
my boobs had been busy growing. I hadn't really 
noticed since most of the summer I was in mourning 
over loosing Matt. I thought it looked kinda nice and, 
well, sexy with the tips pointing out and noticeable 
away from my chest. Not much yet, by any means, but 
more than ever before!

Daddy promised me a real dinner at a nice restaurant 
so we went back to our room, showered off and changed. 
I wasn't worried about covering up in front of Daddy, 
but he was making sure that he kept his equipment 
hidden from view.

"Jo, I'm noticing that you're definitely maturing," he 
said after stepping out of the bathroom. He had his 
pants on but his chest was bare. He was so handsome! I 
stood in front of the vanity mirror, brushing my hair 
and drying it. I wore nothing yet.

I glanced over at him.

"Are you going to be needing new bras or anything?"

"Maybe. I don't have any yet." I glanced in the mirror 
and noticed that my tits were really noticeable. Nice 
and pointy nipples with gently sloping areolas. My 
pussy had a deep slit with a fuzzy patch along the top 
and a few scraggly hairs along the side.

"Then it's time." He looked at me and smiled then 
raised his eyebrow.

I laughed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means hurry up and get dressed girl. I'm hungry!"

We had such a nice time together. Didn't have to go 
very far at all either. Just walked two blocks to a 
steakhouse. Daddy had steak and lobster, so I thought 
I would try it too. I loved it. And Daddy couldn't 
believe how much food I put away! 

"And you're what?" Daddy exclaimed at one point, 
"barely five foot tall? And you're eating as much as I 
am! Where are you putting it, Jo?"

I giggled and pointed at my belly. True, it was very 
taut and distended. But I didn't hurt. Yet.

Daddy had a couple of beers. "I ain't driving so I 
don't need a designated driver."

On the walk back to the motel, he held me close and 
said, "You know, Jo, I may have to start protecting 
you from all the young boys who are going to want to 
start dating you."

I smiled but shook my head. "I don't want any dates 
right now."

Daddy nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry. Still a sore subject?"

"Yeah, kinda. Besides, all I need is right here." And 
I gave him a big hug.

"Little Jo, you are so sweet." He unlocked the door to 
our room, then swept me up off my feet and carried me 
in then dropped me on the bed. "You are so sweet and I 
am so tired. It's time to crash!"

I went into the bathroom, took care of business and 
reappeared only wearing underwear and a tee shirt. 
Daddy had stripped down to his underwear and made a 
bee-line for the toilet. "That's the thing about 
beer," he said on the way in. "It is filled with 
vitamins. Vitamin Pee!"

I laughed as I brushed my teeth.

We shared the one double bed and I snuggled close to 
him and kissed him good night. He kissed me in return. 
I left my hand draped over his bare shoulder. He was 
breathing deeply in just a few minutes. I fell asleep 
soon after that. I remember at one point in the night 
slightly waking up as I scooted in closer to him and 
hung my arm around him. I vaguely remember being cold 
from the A/C blowing in the room all night long.

But along toward morning, I woke up facing the 
opposite direction; but it was Daddy who was hugging 
me and holding me close. I distinctly remember a smile 
spreading across my face as I felt his hand on my 
breast and his dick--his very rigid dick--pressed in 
against my butt crack. I wished that I had not worn 
any clothes and I definitely wished that his dick was 
not encased in his shorts. 

I lay there wondering how I might manage slipping my 
underwear down or possibly moving Daddy's hand into or 
under my shirt. But there was no way without waking 
Daddy up. I didn't want that, so instead I just 
concentrated on how good it felt to have him touching 
me. 

I felt his dick twitch. I slowly moved my hips to feel 
it rub along my butt crack. I felt it tingling against 
my ass hole. Dang! Was that thing sensitive too? I 
wanted to rub my pussy, but I was still afraid of 
waking Daddy up. So I contented myself with slowly 
moving my hips and feeling his steel hardened dick 
press back against me.

Suddenly he started and I heard him gasp. He quickly 
rolled away from me and sprang up out of bed. I saw 
him as he moved quickly around the bed to the 
bathroom. His shorts were tented and he had his hands 
in front of him pressed hard into his shorts. In a 
moment I heard the door close and the shower start. I 
reached behind and felt my underwear along the crack 
of my butt. There was something moist there. Bringing 
my fingers to my nose I smelled that tell-tale odor of 
man sperm!. Gee-whiz! Daddy must have gotten rather 
excited by my rubbing!

I lay on my side with my finger in my pussy gently 
rubbing that little clitoris button. My eyes were 
closed, but I kept seeing Daddy's erect cock. I kept 
imaging it was his erect cock that was rubbing along 
the length of my pussy crack. I also started thinking 
of laying my face across Daddy's lap and sucking his 
erect cock. That's when I had my orgasm! It had been a 
while since I had such a good release as that one. I'm 
glad that the shower was running because he would have 
heard my moans for certain otherwise.

It was right then that I decided that I would make a 
play for Daddy's cock soon. I suddenly wanted nothing 
less than him! I suddenly *HAD* to go pee. And poop. 
All that food from the night before! Daddy hadn't 
locked the door and he was still in the shower so I 
quickly went in and sat on the toilet. 

After I started peeing really good, I said, "Morning, 
Daddy!"

"Morning, Little Jo!" Through the glass I saw him look 
at me then turn his body so that I couldn't see his 
penis. "You're up early."

"I think I ate too much last night!"

Daddy laughed. "You certainly packed it away. So you 
don't want breakfast?"

"I didn't say *that*!"

The day was relatively boring. Met my grandma again--
barely remembered her. She was nice and all, but real 
cagey and I couldn't get a good read on her. Daddy was 
being all business like and only giving out info that 
needed to be known. We finished with all those papers 
just before noon and by 2pm we had pulled out of 
grandma's driveway with a few items of value: a couple 
of stock certificates, a real diamond ring and 
necklace and a couple of heirloom pieces of china. 
There was even a photo album of when Sherri and I were 
really little. Daddy thought that those pictures were 
lost for good!

On the way out of South Carolina, Daddy wanted to make 
sure that I had a chance to swim in the ocean. He 
found a non-descript beach somewhere south of the 
famous Myrtle Beach and we parked and walked along the 
sand. There was next to no one on the beach at all. 
The sky was gray and the swells were occasionally 
large.

"Still like to try out the ocean, Jo?"

"Yes!" I answered.

"There's a hurricane that is rumbling off shore and a 
couple days away. That's why it's deserted here."

I looked around then back at Daddy. "Are you coming 
with me?"

"Yes!" 

"Then let's go!"

We raced back to the car, found our swim suits and ran 
off to change in the restrooms. We had a grand time. 
Perhaps only an hour or so. But then Daddy said that 
we really needed to be on our way.

We pull a tee shirt over our swim suits then hit the 
open road again. It was a couple of hours before 
dinner time and Daddy wanted to make inland and North 
Carolina before then. Dinner was a quick burger and 
shake then a long drive. As Daddy drove I asked him 
about my mother.

"I think that she was sick," he said. He went on to 
explain that she had some sort of condition that 
required her to take medicine every day. He didn't 
realize that she had stopped taking it until almost a 
month later. Well, that meant that she was unbalanced 
and a little unhinged. But she had another problem. 

Before they got married, she was a druggie and a sex-
o-holic. Daddy's words. I think that he meant that she 
was a prostitute or something. I don't know for 
certain, but he wouldn't explain. Anyway, she became 
unstable, reverted to drugs and wanting to do her sec-
thing again and she became unset with everything that 
Daddy did.

"But your grandma said that she was very sorry for 
what she did."

"Why didn't she return or apologize?" I asked.

"I think that it's really hard to return sometimes. 
And she was very sick by then and didn't want us to be 
burdened with her problems. At least that's what 
grandma said."

"What was she sick with?"

"I think it was AIDS."

AIDS was relatively new in the lexicon of society. And 
it was weird to think that my mother died of it. I was 
silent for a long time thinking about the mother that 
I barely knew and the Daddy that I loved so much.

Daddy finally put his hand on my leg. "Whatchya 
thinking, Little Jo?"

I leaned over and rested my head on his shoulder. 
"Just thinking how lucky that I am to have you as my 
Daddy."

He patted my head.

"No, seriously. Sherri and I are very lucky! You are 
so sweet and caring and...." I actually choked up. 
Cheesy to say, I know, but I choked up.

"Jo, it's what any Dad would do for his children."

"Maybe," I replied. "But not every parent does it."

Daddy was silent. I glanced up at him and saw him 
stifle a tear and quickly wipe it away.

The miles rolled along under us and the sun slipped 
down below the horizon.

"I'd like to get a little further up the road. Are you 
okay with that, Jo?"

"Sure. I'm not driving."

He laughed. I stretched then laid down across his lap. 
I felt his dick under my ear. It was a soft mound of 
flesh. I placed my hand next to my cheek but made sure 
to rest it upon his bare inner thigh. I felt his dick 
move and grow a little underneath me. The miles rolled 
by and I waited. 

I glanced at the dash clock. It was about 9:40pm. I 
moved my hand closer to my cheek, making sure to pull 
it along his bare leg. I felt his penis stretch 
underneath me. I really wanted to reach under his 
pants and caress it.

"Daddy?"

"You still awake?"

"Yeah. I'm just thinking."

"About what, Jo?"

"About boys."

He chuckled. "What about boys?"

"Why is it that their penis inflates?"

Daddy was quiet for a few moments. I felt his dick 
move under me. "Well, usually that means that they're 
getting excited--like they see or feel something 
really sexy."

"Is that why your penis was inflated this morning?"

Dead silence.

I turned my head to try to look up at him. From the 
dashboard lights I could see that he was staring off 
at the road. But I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"And you're penis seems a little excited tonight too," 
I finally added.

"Jo, these things are not supposed to be."

"What things, Daddy?"

"Jo, we aren't supposed to have sexual feelings for 
each other!"

"This is sex?" I asked, incredulous that he actually 
said it.

"No, but it could lead to it. And that's wrong. I 
don't want to hurt you."

Boldly, I snaked my hand up the leg of his shorts to 
feel his penis. "I don't believe it's wrong. And you 
aren't hurting me." 

He moaned as I touched his dick. It was hot to the 
touch. But it didn't feel much like what Matt's had 
felt like. I moved my hand around then realized that I 
had a hold of his balls. Dang! they were huge! And 
hairy! I *really* wanted to see his equipment after 
that!

"Jo, you shouldn't be doing that!"

"Daddy, I just want to give you as much pleasure as 
possible."

He groaned. "Oh, baby, please don't."

"Daddy, I know that you've gotten some pleasure off of 
feeling me. Even this morning. Right?"

"That doesn't count, I was just waking up...."

"It counts because you left your sperm all over my 
underwear."

"Geesh, I'm sorry, honey."

"Don't be sorry, Daddy. I was enjoying it. And I think 
you were too."

Daddy was silent for a minute or two. I kept my hand 
on his balls and cock. I could feel it moving 
underneath my head. It felt so large and hot. The skin 
of his cock was smooth and tight. I could feel large 
veins in its length. I tried hard to imagine it in my 
mind as I lightly touched it.

"Jo, you realize just how dangerous this is?"

"Uh-huh?"

"You thought Matt's mom was over-the-top weirded out 
about you two touching each other? Society is even 
weirder about daddies touching their daughters."

"I know that. And I'm really good at keeping secrets."

"You'll have to be even better then you were with your 
relation with Matt."

"I will. Does this mean....?" I could scarcely believe 
what I was hearing.

"Jo, you have your hands on my balls; I can't think 
straight!"

I gently squeezed his sack and then grasped the length 
of his cock in my hand.

"Oh, Jo, Jo!" he murmured. "My dear Little Jo! What am 
I going to do with you?"

"Love me," I cooed back. "Love me and touch me and 
feel me all over!"

He placed his hand on my head and stroked my hair for 
a few moments. "Oh, sheee!" He suddenly said. "Jo, we 
can't. What's Sherri going to think?"

"Daddy. Can I tell you a story?"

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see." I stayed on his lap with my hand on his 
dick. I was this close. There was NO way that I was 
going to give it up! "Do you remember at the beginning 
of summer when you came home and Sherri and me had our 
forts built out of blankets all over our rooms?"

"Uh-huh."

"That came about *after* we had a very long talk. 
Sherri wanted to know what all Matt and me had been 
doing. She wanted to know what all a guy would do with 
a girl so I explained. And as I explained, she closed 
her eyes to imagine it. And you know what she was 
thinking of?"

"No," he said. "Matt's body?"

"Not at all. She was imagining you and your lovely 
penis."

"What?"

"Crazy, huh? Except that's the only penis that she had 
ever seen. She's seen you when we were camping and she 
caught you with the flashlight with your pants down. 
That was a complete accident. But she also saw you the 
next morning--just as I saw you--with a big ol' huge 
dick sticking up out of your shorts. That's what she 
was imagining when I was describing what Matt did with 
me."

"Oh, my...." Daddy's voice sounded far away and dry.

"And she's told me that she thinks about what it would 
be like to have you touch her in a close and intimate 
way."

"Damn!"

"And I think of that too, Daddy. And tonight is closer 
than I've ever been."

"But, Jo," he started protesting again.

"Daddy, please don't reject me. Don't reject my love. 
I've had everyone I've ever loved either walk out on 
me or be pulled away from me. Everyone except you. 
Please don't reject me."

"Jo, I'm not rejecting you. I love you very much."

"But...you're going to reject my love?"

"Jo, don't say that. This is so weird. It's so 
opposite of what I've ever been taught."

"Daddy, I love you!" I gently squeezed his cock and 
kissed it through the cloth. I looked up at him and 
saw he was staring off at the road. The glare from 
occasional passing cars highlighted his face then 
plunged it back into the shadows of the night.

He placed his hand back on my head and stroked my 
hair. I took his hand and moved it to my breasts. As 
he lightly touched it, I moved my shirt up and out of 
the way. His dick grew two sizes under my head. I 
gasped as his fingers touched the bare of my tit.

"Oh, Daddy!" I almost cried. "That feels so good!"

"Baby, I'm going to drive straight off the road, this 
feels so good. Are you sure you want this?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy. Yes!"

"There's a motel at this next off ramp. Let's spend 
the night."

"You weren't thinking of sleeping, were you?"

Daddy chuckled and massaged my tit some more.


-= Chapter 7 =-

The motel was a cheap place, something like a scaled-
down version of Motel 6. It was nearly ten o'clock and 
the motel clerk was old and moving slow. 

At one point he looked hard at me then back at Daddy. 
"You be needing a bucket of ice for Champaign?" He 
snickered.

Daddy looked up. "Uh, no!"

"Well, don't soil the sheets too badly. That's an 
extra charge."

"Sir. This is my daughter!"

"To each his own."

"And I'll thank you to keep your own opinions to 
yourself."

The old man nodded then said, "Check out is by 10:30 
am. Office is open at eight."

"And if we leave earlier?"

"Key drop is right next to the office door."

Daddy took the key and then we drove to park in front 
of our motel room. He grabbed both our suitcases, 
locked the car then let us into the room. The room was 
small, smelled stale, had old worn furniture but was 
at least clean. During this whole time I had said 
nothing. I didn't really understand the implications 
of what the old man had said until later, but I saw 
Daddy's shocked response to the comments.

He laid the suitcases on the dresser than sat on the 
bed.

I sat next to him and hugged him. "What did that man 
mean?"

"I think that was just his idea of something 
humorous," Daddy began. "But he was joking that I 
brought you to the motel to fuck you."

I knew what "fuck" mean but I had never heard Daddy 
say that or anything that strong before. "Isn't that 
kinda what we were thinking about?" I finally asked 
softly.

"No, my dear Jo. We were thinking of making love. Not 
fucking. That word is too, too... gross or shocking 
for something so tender and loving."

"Well, I love how tender and loving you are, Daddy!"

"But I can't make love to you, Jo." He looked 
pleadingly into my eyes.

"Why not?"

"What if we got caught?"

"We won't. And what if I just made love to you?" I 
countered. "You could pretend to be asleep and I just 
did this to you."

Daddy smiled. When he smiled, it was as though the sun 
came out. "You are a silly knuckle head. You know 
that?" We embraced in a hug that was somewhere in 
between a father and daughter hugging and two lovers 
hugging. He kissed me tenderly on my lips then said. 
"Gotta go pee. Then lights out and I'll meet you under 
the covers. Okay?"

I nodded and smiled broadly.

A few minutes later, both of us had peed and stripped 
and slid under the covers. I scooted over and hugged 
Daddy tightly, smelling his "Daddy-ness" and almost 
vibrating with happiness.

"Are you shivering," Daddy asked in a whisper.

"No. I'm excited!"

I felt his hands rubbing my back, up and down my 
spine--down to my butt then across to the edges by 
little tits. I massaged his chest and back. He pulled 
me in closer to him and my tits mashed up against his 
abdomen. Between us, his dick throbbed and pressed 
hard against my thigh. It was so hard and warm. I 
giggled as it twitched. His hands were all over my 
back; he seemed more intent. I felt his dick rubbing 
back and forth against my inner legs.

"Jo, we can't get this on the sheets," Daddy 
whispered. "Let's turn over."

He rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him. 
His log-sized dick was wedged under my stomach. He 
motioned for me to rock back and forth. Soon, I felt 
him matching my rhythm and he grasped my hips in his 
strong hands guiding my efforts. Suddenly he pulled me 
tightly against him and I felt his sperm shootout 
between us. He reached up at the same time and found 
my face and began kissing my cheek and lips and then 
sucking on my lips. It was an incredible rush of 
emotions and sensations. I suddenly began crying 
softly.

Once Daddy realized what was happening, he was very 
concerned. "Jo, are you okay?"

I nodded, then thought how dumb that was in the dark. 
"Uh-huh," I lamely answered.

"But you're crying?"

"I'm so happy," I finally vocalized. "I have my Daddy 
right here and I made him very happy."

He hugged me tightly again. "Very happy indeed, Little 
Jo."

We lay like that for a few minutes more before he 
pushed me into a sitting position. "Gotta clean up," 
he whispered. His fingers traced across my tits and I 
tingled. "Then I can return the favor."

"Let me just enjoy this memory first," I said 
dreamily. "Then maybe tomorrow morning?"

After cleaning up we were asleep in each other's arms 
in just a few minutes. I had never been happier. My 
dreams were filled with joy and warmth and Daddy.

I woke up to Daddy stirring. It was still early--the 
street lights were still on. I snuggled in closer to 
him, putting my leg up and over his torso. His dick 
grew at my touch and sent thrills through my body as 
it crept higher and higher toward my pussy.

"We gotta get going, my dear," Daddy spoke in a 
whisper.

I just hugged him closer and ground my pussy into his 
thighs.

"Oh, baby!" He kissed my cheek. "We can't risk it. 
Especially now that it's getting morning time. See how 
the curtain doesn't really cover the window all the 
way?"

I looked at the window. Sure enough, you *could* see a 
bit of the outside--which meant that someone *could* 
see right back inside too.

"So that it?" I asked. I guess that my face must have 
shown great disappointment.

"We can't do it here!" Daddy whispered, then kissed me 
again.

I longingly watch his naked form leave the bed, cross 
in front of me then enter the bathroom. A few minutes 
later I heard the shower start. I had to pee so I went 
in too.

As I sat on the toilet, Daddy stuck his head out of 
the shower and whispered, "But I don't see why we 
couldn't save water and time and shower together!"

I was up and in the shower in no time at all! I had my 
hands all over Daddy. He was already so warm from the 
shower. As I stepped closer to him, his dick twitched 
and started growing. I took it in my hands--it was so 
large! At first it felt heavy, then as it continued to 
grow, it lifted off my hands and pointed right up at 
me.

"It looks happy," I whispered.

"It is. Are you?"

I looked up at him and smiled. "You make me happy, 
Daddy!"

Daddy then pulled me into the water with my back to 
him. His dick rested in the small of my back and 
twitched manically. His hand were all over my front--
but especially on my tits.

"I can't believe how beautiful these are, Jo. And I 
can't believe how beautiful you've become!"

He kept massaging my tits and rubbing my nipples 
between his fingers. I could not believe the 
sensations that were radiating out from my breasts! My 
knees almost buckled.

"Oh, Daddy!" I softly purred.

"Baby, I want to give you some real pleasure!"

He had me sit on the back edge of the shower and he 
knelt in front of me. I opened up my legs to him and 
he lifted my feet up and placed them on his shoulders. 
Then he dove into my snatch and began licking. I 
doubled up and grabbed a hold of his head just to keep 
from falling. The sensation was so overwhelming! He 
was holding my ass cheeks in his hands, and pulling me 
forward onto his mouth. And his tongue! Oh! His tongue 
went INTO my pussy. 

It was like liquid fire flowing around every fold of 
my labia. I felt it even press against my hymen. I 
jumped and I think Daddy must have known it was too 
much since he didn't press back there again. But 
instead, he concentrated on my clitoris. He even took 
it in his mouth and sucked. I almost passed out. I 
certainly lost track of everything else.

Then it hit! I had an orgasm before. A few times at my 
own hand. But *NOTHING* prepared me for the rush of 
*WOW* that overwhelmed every fiber of my body. I 
collapsed on top of Daddy and it was merely the fact 
that he was still there and holding onto my butt that 
I didn't slip off and land on the floor of the tub. 

The one thing that I was conscious of was trying not 
to make a sound. Instead, I held my breath or sucked 
in a large amount of air. Once the intense rush was 
over, I released the air in my lungs with a slow gasp.

"Oh, Daddy, my Daddy!" I finally mouthed the words in 
a bare whisper.

He unhooked his face from my pussy and found my lips. 
The shower was still splattering all around us and I 
remember tasting and smelling myself on his lips. Then 
with a rush of joy and appreciation I remembered again 
where his lips had just been and I drunkenly kissed 
him back,

"Daddy, can I kiss your penis?" I finally asked. "Just 
like you kissed my pussy?"

"Oh, baby!" Daddy groaned. "Yes! Please hurry."

He stood up and I was suddenly staring at his very red 
and engorged dick. I tentatively took it in my hands 
and he moaned, "Yes, Jo!" I started kissing it, 
beginning at the tip and continuing all the way down 
to his balls. The hair on his balls was wiry and 
stiff; it tickled my nose.

"Lick it, Little Jo. Lick it!" Daddy's voice was a 
whisper but very far away and odd sounding.

I took a long lick, starting at its base right up to 
the tip. I tasted manliness as my tongue touched the 
opening at the top. Daddy grunted and his dick 
twitched at the same time. 

I remember hearing girls talk about "giving head" or a 
"blow job" and hearing that maybe someone's older 
sister had stuck a boyfriend's dick in her mouth. At 
the time I thought how weird! But there in front of 
Daddy I couldn't imagine NOT trying it. 

I engulfed the whole tip of his dick and began sucking 
gently on it. I couldn't put much more in so I let my 
tongue snake around all over the part I could fit 
inside my mouth to the closer parts that were just 
outside of my mouth.

Suddenly Daddy grabbed the back of my head and pressed 
his dick further into my mouth. I didn't like the near 
gagging feeling so I back up. But not before he 
blasted gobs of his sperm all over my mouth and chin. 
Several huge volleys of his spunk filled my mouth. I 
let it dribble out, not really liking the taste or the 
gagging sensation.

After a few moments, I realized that what Daddy had 
done was almost involuntary and I had made him very 
happy. I let his dick fall out of my mouth and I 
kissed his belly repeatedly. A few minutes later, in 
much colder water, we finished washing off. We were 
out of the motel by 6:30 or so. Daddy made sure that 
we didn't even stop for breakfast till a town or two 
later. 

It was okay. I was still sleepy and curled up against 
Daddy as he drove. Daddy acted a little weird for a 
good part of the drive. I think that he was having 
second guesses as well as feeling a bit of guilt. I 
tried to let him know that it was all okay and that I 
loved him dearly, but it seemed that those sort of 
things took time to work through.


-= Chapter 8 =-

We pulled into Granny Fran's driveway mid-afternoon. 
Sherri came bounding out to meet us and had a hundred 
questions and things that she wanted to tell us. She 
and Granny went shopping and saw a matinee show as 
well as visited Philadelphia for a day.

Granny had a wonderful dinner for us and dessert was 
to die for! After dinner, she sent Sherri and me off 
to bed and set down with Daddy for a long talk. Now I 
only know this because I happen to overhear part of 
the "talk."

"So you have two girls who love you very much, 
William." (Daddy's name was William Ryan Smith. Most 
of his friends called him Bill, though. His Mom always 
called him "William.")

"Yes, I do. And I am so fortunate to have that," Daddy 
replied.

"But do you really realize what you have?" Granny 
asked.

"What do you mean?"

I stayed in the shadows of the hallway.

Granny replied, "You have two girls who love you 
beyond what you imagine."

"I don't understand," Daddy replied.

"I suppose not. They love you and they want your love 
in return?"

"I do love them!"

"All the way?" Granny shot back.

"What do you mean?"

"They crave physical love and touching just as much as 
your emotional attention," she answered.

Daddy was silent for several long moments.

"You know what I mean, William," Granny said at 
length.

"So you want me to show them about sex?"

"No. They want and desire to be shown about love. 
There's a huge difference. They can get sex from any 
pimply faced boy in their school. They need to know 
love--your love for them."

Daddy was silent for quite a while before he said, 
"It's so weird hearing you say that."

"I suppose it is. You didn't have any sisters so you 
don't know firsthand how devoted a girl can be to her 
father."

"And you're saying this out of firsthand experience?"

Granny chuckled. "Perhaps more than you'd know."

"Really!"

"And I turned out okay, didn't I?"

"I suppose so."

"Now, William, I know how society looks at such 
things, but I can read your daughters. They are trust-
worthy. And they have the highest regard for you. You 
should hear it in the way Sherri talks about you. And 
did you see the way that Jolene was watching you? She 
adores your every move. I can see that she wants more 
than a good-night kiss."

"Well, if you can see that, what's going to keep the 
rest of the world from knowing about it?"

"The rest of the world is not me," Granny laughed. "It 
takes someone who has been there and done that to read 
the emotions and subtle signs. Now, William. Don't go 
disappointing them. They've already suffered a huge 
loss when Maggie left you--especially Jolene."

My mind, by then, was reeling! Granny was advocating 
that Daddy go and make love to and with his daughters! 
And she even used the same argument that I did--that I 
had already suffered loss and rejection from Maggie 
(my mother) and "don't reject my love, Daddy!"

I didn't hear much of what else they talked about--I 
sure didn't want them to see me in the hallway right 
then. But I really DID want something more than a 
good-night kiss from Daddy.


-= Chapter 9 =-

We left Granny's the next day and arrived home 
midafternoon. The whole morning at Granny's and the 
ride home was marked by normality. Which, given what I 
had heard Granny & Daddy discuss the night before, was 
really odd! Although, I did detect Daddy trying to be 
"extra normal" if you know what I mean. He seemed to 
be trying too hard to make things be exactly as they 
were before.

It was a normal afternoon and evening, though, with 
each of us helping with laundry or making dinner and 
the like. After dinner, Daddy showed Sherri a few of 
the things that he brought back from our mother's 
house. Sherri really enjoyed seeing the pictures of 
when we were young. While looking at a picture of Dad 
after he got married, she even said, "Daddy, you had 
to have been the hunkiest and cutest guy around!"

I laughed. Daddy turned a little red then hemmed and 
hawed before saying, "Thank you, Sherri."

After sending us off to bed, I decided that I would 
make a move later that night. So I went to bed wearing 
only a thin tee shirt. It was all I could do to keep 
from touching myself under the covers while I waited 
for the right time to make my move. The trick was to 
make sure that either I stayed awake, or I woke up 
late in the night so that I could slip into Daddy's 
room and his bed.

I fell asleep and awoke with a start sometime around 1 
or 2 in the morning. All was quiet and very dark. 
Excitedly I slipped out of bed and quietly made my way 
to Daddy's room. He was sleeping heavily, breathing in 
a rough near-snore. I slipped off my tee shirt then 
crept into his bed and lay still, hoping that he 
wouldn't notice--yet!

Daddy still slept in a queen sized bed--the same one 
that he and my mother had. Daddy was on his side 
facing the far window on the far half of the bed. My 
half was still cool to the touch. Even though it was a 
warm summer night, the A/C was on so I decided to wait 
till I warmed up and warmed up my half of the bed 
before I moved in. I was getting sleepy again in spite 
of my being so excited. 

I finally thought I was warm enough so I moved in next 
to Daddy. He moved slightly. I snuggled so that we 
were like spoons in a silverware drawer with his ass 
fitting right in to my lap. I laid my hand over his 
hip and thrilled realizing that he was sleeping in the 
nude. I was so excited but tiredness won out and 
drifted off to sleep.

I suddenly woke with a start, realizing that someone 
else was moving next to me. Yes, I was still in 
Daddy's bed and we had rolled over so now *MY* butt 
was nestled in his lap and his hands were engulfing me 
around my chest. But more than that, his penis was 
large and stiff and resting in my butt crack. Oh! My! 
Goodness! I was suddenly so VERY awake. It was almost 
as if electricity flowed from his dick through my butt 
crack up through my abdomen and out his hand that was 
resting on my tit.

I started rocking my hips against his dick and pulled 
his hand close into my breast. That went on for a 
couple of minutes. I felt his dick get even harder and 
thicker in my ass crack. It was seriously pushing 
against my anus and I was getting excited!

Suddenly Daddy moved and rolled away from me. I was 
scared that he was waking up or that he was reacting 
to my presence. But after a moment, I realized that he 
merely rolled onto his back. So I rolled over too and 
gently threw my leg over his torso so that my pussy 
was inches away from his rigid man tool. I draped my 
hand over his chest. I suddenly noticed that my pussy 
was wet and dripping. Moving back and forth across 
Daddy's hip left a slick trail. Needless to say, I was 
being stimulated! My leg was over his rigid dick and I 
felt how hot and turgid it was.

Suddenly Daddy was awake. He grasped my hand which was 
on his chest and he gasped slightly. "Jo? Is that 
you?"

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered, keeping up a slight 
pressure and rhythm on his dick with my leg and pussy.

"What are you doing?"

"I want more than a good-night kiss," I replied.

He was silent for a long time. I was beginning to be 
worried that I had pushed too far too fast.

"Sounds like you've been talking with your Granny," he 
finally said. "Now, Jo, you know how much I love you, 
but you also know just how wrong everybody thinks this 
is."

"But we've already been this far and both you and me 
loved it." I stroked his chest and kept up the 
pressure on his dick with my leg and groin. "And 
Daddy, I love you. Very much!"

"Oh, Baby!" He whispered in a half moan sort of way. 
"Your Granny said that you were wanting this."

"I don't know how she knew," I said. "But it's so 
true. I want to love you and touch you, Daddy. I want 
you to touch me and love me and lick me."

He groan again and humped his hips back toward my 
crotch. "Oh, Jo! My Little Jo!"

"I want to feel your hands and tongue on my pussy 
again."

He grunted--a happy sort of excited grunt. And then he 
moved. Suddenly the covers were back and he was on top 
of me with his dick poised above me, slapping me in my 
face. I giggled at it and took it in my hands. He 
moaned again and placed his head between my legs. Pure 
electricity! His hands pulled my pussy apart and his 
mouth was plastered all over my wet slit. I started 
moving my hips back and forth then up and down in 
response to his ministrations. 

I felt his fingers work themselves further down my 
crack--down, down, down closer to my ass hole. He 
traced his fingers up and down my slit down the crack, 
making the whole way slicker each pass. Finally he 
played with the anus itself. I never thought of my 
butt being something that was sexual or sensual. But 
now I was experiencing major pleasure emanating from 
my butt as well as my pussy. All the while he was 
licking my increasingly wet pussy slit and nibbling 
and pulling tenderly on my labia with his lips. 

I almost forgot about his throbbing cock that I had my 
hands wrapped around. His dick jumped and he pumped 
his hips in response. He kept licking my pussy and 
clit while his fingers ran back and forth, up and down 
my crack. More and more frantically he licked and 
sucked. More and more frantically he pressed along the 
length of my crack and against my anal sphincter. 

More and more frantically I squeezed his cock and 
licked its head. All the while I felt something 
growing deep within me--growing and building and 
drawing me closer toward that orgasmic edge. It was as 
though I suddenly noticed a colored light in the 
distance and I kept focusing on it and willing it to 
come closer. I wanted it to be. I could see the colors 
moving and rippling; I kept focusing on them as Daddy 
kept strumming my pussy and ass.

Suddenly he groaned. He jammed a finger *INTO* my anus 
and clamped down hard on my labia and clitoris. At 
about the same time my face was flooded with his gooey 
sperm. But at the moment he jammed his finger into my 
butt hole, the colors that I had been imagining broke 
over my head in a sheer blinding brilliance of white 
followed by wave after wave of various colors. At the 
same time, I gasped and began violently spasming. I'm 
sure if Daddy were any lighter, I would have tossed 
him off the bed. 

I was vaguely aware of some noise--some sort of 
grunting, animal-like sound mixed with some yelping. 
Daddy later told me that noise we me. He also said 
that it sounded like I was trying to say "Daddy, 
Daddy, Daddy" again and again, except it came out more 
like "aDEE, aDEE, aDEE!" where the "DEE" was the weird 
little yelp.

Whatever it was, I finally calmed down and lay still. 
I was so overwhelmed with how good it felt. Daddy 
stayed above me the whole time I was coming back from 
Orgasmic Land. I loved feeling him closer around me 
and his face still nestled into my crotch. Of course, 
I had his spunk plastered all over my face and neck; 
but I had Daddy with me and we had given each other 
such loving pleasure.

At long last, Daddy crawled off the bed then came back 
a minute later with a warm washcloth and towel. In the 
light from the master bath room, he gently cleaned me 
off before turning the light off and crawling back 
into the bed with me. WITH ME! We held each other 
close. I nibbled on his ear and rubbed his side from 
his hips to his shoulder.

"I can't believe what we just did, Jo," he finally 
whispered.

"Nor can I!"

"No, I mean, it's...."

I put a finger on his lips and said, "No. Don't go 
there. Does this feel right? Does it feel good?"

He was quiet for a few moments.

"You know it's right, Daddy. Besides, there's no going 
back now. I sure don't even want to try. I want to 
spend every moment I can with you, naked and in your 
bed!"

"You're right, Jo. I do love you and I am honored that 
you want to give yourself to me. But we have to think 
about your sister too."

"She can share the bed too. I'm good with that."

Daddy kissed me again--a slightly daddy-like kiss with 
a huge dollop of Lover-passion throw in. "We'll talk 
more in the morning."

"Okay. But we'll do other things in the morning too, 
won't we?"

He kissed me again--this time without a shred of 
daddy-ness. "If we ever get to sleep."

We fell asleep and stayed entwined like that the rest 
of the night.

***