Quinn, Male, 41

	- Narrator, project manager, father of Tera

	- 6'0, beige skin, 190lbs, wavy blonde-brown hair a few inches long

Tera, Female, 15

	- High School Freshman, daughter of Quinn

	- 5'7, pale-beige skin, 135lbs, shoulder-length bright copper-red hair

Unknown Girl, Female, ~12

	- Girl at the pool

	- 5'1, bronzed-white skin, 120lbs, long dark-brown hair

Days 1.024 – 1.026

Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run girl
You're much too young girl...

“That was 'Young Girl' by Gary Puckett and the Union Gap from 1968. One that takes us all back to the days when rock was young, and we were, too. Coming up, a classic from Buddy Holly...”

I woke to a startling realization. For the last several days, I'd spent each night with Abby, the time in her arms on the dance floor and then in my bed had been amazing and wonderful. I was drawn to want that experience over and over. She was sixteen, soft, and the way she moaned made me feel powerful and desired in a way I hadn't felt with the other women I'd been with since being stuck in the loop.

On the twenty-sixth day, it became clear that I was interested in Abby for more than just her body. Sure, the first couple of times, it was purely sexual, the young woman's body making my own feel strong and full of life. But after I repeated my nights with Abby several times, I caught myself falling in love. Maybe it was her youth, maybe it was the way she looked at me with desire. Whatever it was, I was becoming addicted.

It was not a welcome emotion. Each time I woke up, my feelings for Abby were growing stronger while she reset back to never having spent a night with me. The frustration became more and more a part of what I felt, and I couldn't help feeling that the time I spent with the teen was a mix of pleasure and pointlessness.

Sure, I loved being with Abby, and she loved being with me. Each night, I got to experience her first time with me, while I was the only one compounding those experiences and beginning to think about her in more concrete terms. I found myself growing fond of her for more than just the moments we spent together dancing and fucking.

I could never, in the world where time moved normally, do anything more than I already had with Abby. I couldn't even do that, really, the consequences of being found out far outweighing the pleasure we both felt. I certainly couldn't have let myself fall in love with the tall blonde, and the reality of being stuck like that crashed into me with confusion and frustration.

The night before, I'd read an article about why men seek the company of teens and younger women. It described the men as 'predators' seeking only 'control' and a desire to 'dominate' their younger, more innocent 'prey.' I supposed that was true for a great many men who did such things, but I knew that wasn't quite the way it felt to me. Yes, I loved her youth, her relative inexperience (though she was no virgin), and part of the attraction was tied up in those qualities.

But I actually began to like her, as well. She clearly enjoyed her time with me, and though she didn't progress over time the way I did, Abby reinforced my belief that she sought my company as much as I wanted hers. I didn't feel like a predator, at least not in the sense that I wanted to dominate Abby or to use her youth as a means to control her. Worse, the longer it went on, the less I thought of her as a teen and the more I fantasized about her being my partner, my equal.

I knew it had to stop, at least until I could get some distance. Falling in love was just not an option. Each night, Abby was, for the first time, drawing close to me from a distance, and each time, she was experiencing her first intimate moments with me. I, however, grew fonder of her each evening, and found myself spending more and more time kissing and cuddling her, wanting to make her feel more than just my lust for her. It had to stop before the frustrating limits on our relationship drove me crazy.

So, on day 26 of my Friday loop, I found the strength, barely, to not go dance with Abby. I dropped Tera off and politely declined Abby's pleas to dance with her. It was not easy at all.

Instead, I spent that evening drinking away my confusion and frustration at Champions. Yvette was there, as she always would be, and I considered trying to coax her into a late-night date again. But it was too soon, my feelings for Abby too near the surface to give Yvette the attention and effort needed to spend another night with her at the lake.

- - -

Day 1.027

Day 26 had been the first time in many nights that I hadn't had sex with someone. For a guy who had been in a two-year long dry spell, that was quite a realization. I'd gotten so used to the company of Abby, Yvette, Becky, and the others, that a night without that only compounded the feelings for my daughter and the seeds of my incestuous thoughts which the company of the others, especially Abby, had helped to quash for a time.

I woke on the 27th day to images of the brief glimpse I'd gotten of Tera's fiery pubes, her thin, pink slit, on the couch several nights before. I grew hard even as I tried to push those thoughts from my head.

I considered what to do as I slipped on a robe and let my erection soften before heading downstairs. A bit of exercise had been something that had always helped me relieve stress over the years of having no sexual relationships. I had a gym membership which I'd used only rarely in recent months, and the facilities included a nice pool and a hot tub. I thought that, perhaps, if I focused my energy on doing something other than pursuing Abby, or, I admitted, my daughter, I might be able to draw down my growing frustration at being unable to escape from my limited existence.

After slashing Curt's tires and comforting my daughter after he cancelled on her, I suggested, “I'm thinking about going down to the gym and getting in a work out. How about you join me? I know how much you love to swim.”

Tera pulled back from me and frowned, “nah. Think I'll just go to bed.”

“Come on, Sweetie. Take out your frustrations with a few laps around the pool. I'm sure there will be a cute guy or two to catch your eye.”

She managed a weak smile, “not really feeling it, Dad. Was really looking forward to tonight with Curt.”

“I know you were, and I'm sorry that didn't work out.” I certainly was not sorry. “Come on, let's go down for a couple of hours, then maybe we'll swing by Moe's and grab a pizza, maybe watch a movie on the couch? I miss doing that with you, you know.”

She shrugged and said, “fine. Alright. Give me a few. I need to change.”

As my daughter walked up the stairs, I couldn't help wishing I could see what she wore beneath the beautiful red dress. I pushed that aside and went back to my room to change into workout clothes.

- - -

I spent an hour in the gym while Tera swam. I hadn't seen her strip off her gym clothes to reveal which swimsuit she had chosen, and said a silent prayer that that temptation had passed for the moment. I finished my time with the free weights and took a quick shower, changing into my swim trunks and then headed to the pool.

Tera was swimming slow laps in one of the designated lanes. I cast my eyes around to see who else was in the area. Perhaps a dozen adults and a handful of teens and preteens were swimming or sitting beside the pool, another three adults relaxing in the bubbling hot tub.

I sat back on a reclining chair a moment. I found my eyes drawn to where a girl, no older than eleven or twelve, walked by only feet away. She was tall for her age, long, wet brown hair pulled back and secured with a couple of clasps. Her one-piece bathing suit was tight on her body, and it was hard not to notice that her little nipples were hard and pushing out the light-blue fabric. It was harder not to notice that her suit offered no extra fabric in the crotch, and the girl's pubes and thin slit were easily visible underneath.

That view lasted just a second, but it was enough to become hard. I adjusted myself quickly, then watched as the girl bent over, readying herself to jump into the water. For just a second, I could see her slit pressing against the fabric, the hint of her little butthole visible just above. Goddamn, I couldn't look away.

She splashed into the water and swam away, leaving my dick to throb at the images racing through my head.

It made me really wonder where my boundaries might be. Before I became stuck, I had no interest in young girls beyond just a stray fantasy I'd long had around teaching an innocent preteen about anatomy and helping her learn about her body. It was a fleeting thing, something I hadn't entertained much over the past few years, especially as my own daughter's body matured. I suppose the fantasy always hung around in my head, but for my daughter's sake, I'd successfully kept it at bay. At least, until I got stuck in the loop.

Now, I didn't know where my limits might be. I'd already fucked a sixteen-year old, and I knew it was likely I would be with Abby many times more. I was certain I would never force myself on anyone, but where was the line? I believed that someone as young as the girl I'd just seen couldn't consent in the normal sense, largely because she couldn't fully understand the potential consequences.

But now, there were no consequences. Whatever she might do with me would be washed away as quickly as the sweat on her body had been when she jumped into the water. So long as it was kind and enjoyable, I knew there was a temptation there which I'd face over and over, a temptation to live out my fantasy with girls younger than Abby and Tera. I'm not sure if I was more excited or more frightened by that understanding.

Whatever my limits, I was able to push aside thoughts of the girl when Tera swam up to the edge of the pool closest to me.

“Getting in?”

I smiled at Tera. “Yep, just wanted to relax a minute.”

I slid into the pool quickly, trying to hide my erection. I'm not certain if Tera noticed it, but if she had, she said nothing. “Good workout, then?”

I nodded. “Yeah, felt great. And this feels even better.” I looked around the pool a moment, “so, any cute guys to watch?”

Tera laughed, “no, not really. Just some old guy over there who keeps trying to hide his hardon.”

I froze a moment, wondering if she meant me. Her eyes were looking behind me and I glanced back to see a man in his sixties quickly adjust his swim trunks and try to act like he wasn't erect. “Dirty old guys, huh?”

“Exactly. Caught him looking at me a bit ago, but he looked away.” She glanced back at me. “Besides, you're one to talk.”

“Huh?”

“Jesus, Dad. You didn't hide yours as well as you think you did.”

My cock had shriveled in the water, but I had been very hard before getting in. “Oh... uh... just a natural thing, not trying to make anyone uncomfortable...”

“Sure, sure... beside, maybe I like that an older man is looking at me. Maybe I want a sugar daddy,” Tera said, showing me a mock sensual expression. “A girl can dream, right?”

I shook my head. “When did you stop being my little girl and start being a young woman? I must have missed that.” In some senses, I had. Sure, I'd noticed Tera's body becoming more mature as she filled out her shirts and her hips widened slightly, her ass becoming more enticing, but until I got stuck, I'd never considered my daughter's sexuality beyond wanting to protect her from guys like the one nearby trying to hide his erection.

“Oh, I think you noticed. You're just too much of a gentleman to stare...” Tera laughed then. “Ok, maybe 'gentleman' isn't the right word for you, I'm sure you've had your thoughts... uh... whatever...”

She seemed to sense that we were approaching a line which we'd walked more carefully before. We shared a perverted sense of humor and had for a couple of years teased each other about things like visible nipples or unintended erections, but, like we had a few other times during my repeating nights, we suddenly were close to suggesting things which were more overtly incestuous.

Tera looked away and shivered, then said, “gonna swim some more.” She dove under the water and headed away from where I bobbed near the edge of the pool.

- - -

I sank into the hot tub across from a woman who was probably in her late 30s. She had her eyes closed, her dark brown hair wet and tangled as she relaxed in the bubbling water. I leaned back and closed my eyes, enjoying the way my muscles relaxed and felt soothed.

I heard another body slide into the water and opened my eyes to see the girl from earlier sink down. She was really quite pretty, her youth obvious on her face, sitting quickly beside the woman who I assumed was her mother. The girl's leg brushed mine accidentally under the water, and I heard her murmur, “sorry,” as she pulled away quickly. I made sure that my bulging shorts could not be seen below the white ripples on the surface.

Tera pulled herself out of the pool nearby, and for a moment, I was stuck staring at my daughter's wet, dripping body. She'd worn a purple two-piece swimsuit which made her look older than her fifteen years. Her nipples were hard against the fabric, and I was drawn to where her slit had formed a slight camel toe between her thighs.

She eyed me oddly a moment as I tried to look away quickly. Tera slid into the hot tub next to me and whispered, “Jesus, Dad. Like what you see?”

I groaned and hoped the girl and her mother didn't hear her words. “I uh...” was all I could say.

“So,” she whispered, “guess there are two old guys who are watching me tonight.”

I stared at her face a moment before she started laughing. “You're so easy, Dad. We really need to find you a girlfriend. How long has it been?”

The young girl across from me shifted and her leg touched mine again. I felt a jolt of energy rush through my body before she moved away. It took effort to ignore how much I enjoyed it and respond to my daughter. “Too long...”

Tera stared at me a few seconds, the laughter gone from her face. “Yeah... wish you would find someone... it makes me sad to see you alone.”

It was a similar thought she had voiced several times over the series of Fridays, and I knew it was sincere. “I've got you. I don't feel alone.”

She smiled again, whispering, “yeah, but I'm not putting out for you.”

“Uh...”

“Kidding. I'll put out if you ask nicely.”

I must have looked horrified, my inner fantasies battling with my better instincts. Tera smiled broadly. “Like I said, you're easy to mess up.”

I think she was intending to pat my leg sympathetically, but her hand instead brushed my bulging trunks. Her fingers passed by and I felt time slow down. It was just an instance, lasting no more than a second or two, but I knew my daughter had just touched my thinly-covered erection. She knew I was hard.

Tera looked uncertain as she drew back her hand and said nothing a moment. I tried to say something but found no words to make the situation just another of our shared perverted jokes. She stood up and said, “gonna go swim some more,” then left the hot tub and jumped into the pool.

I felt dread creep into me. I knew this moment would be lost again when I woke the next day, but in the current loop, I feared I'd just horrified my daughter.

The twelve-year old in the hot tub shifted again, and once more her leg innocently swept across mine. Her mother got out, telling her, “only five more minutes, ok?” The girl nodded. I couldn't take more of temptation and left the bubbling water, sitting on the edge of the pool, my feet dangling as I cooled down, my erection lost to my concerns.

Tera swam up a moment later, said, “help me do some kicks?”

“What?” I stammered.

“Kicks. You know, hold my shoulders while I kick? Jesus, Dad, we've done it a thousand times.”

“Oh, uh... sure.” I slipped into the pool, a bit numb, and a bit uncertain how to deal with what I was feeling, both for Tera and for the brief moments the younger girl's skin had touched mine in the hot tub.

Tera turned around and I wrapped my arms around her body, all too aware that my hands were just inches from where her young breasts pushed out below. Tera seemed not to notice and in moments, she was leaning back against me, her legs out in front of her as she kicked and splashed.

Every so often, she would relax and let her body drift down against mine. The first time or two, I'd been soft and there was no threat of her again feeling my erection, but by the third time, the close contact with my daughter's flesh and the way her ass sank against my groin made me grow hard. I started to worry about what she might say the next time it happened.

She kicked a while, then started to settle. I did my best to make my hardon hide, but it refused to go down. My daughter's body dipped under the water and in seconds, her thinly-covered ass pressed back against my erection.

Tera froze but said nothing. She surprised me by leaning her head onto my arm. I swear I heard a contented purr, but maybe that was just my fantasy life trying to break through into reality. She stayed against me longer than before, and I couldn't help but enjoy holding my daughter to me like that, my cock pressing out my swim trunks to nestle ever-so-slightly against the crack of her ass.

She started rising and soon kicked some more, but quickly stopped and let her body settle again, my penis trying desperately to feel her contact. The first time, I doubted she knew what she'd feel when she sank down, but this time, there was no doubt she understood that my cock was hard. Tera's ass moved against me again, and I'm pretty sure I was squirting precum into the water.

Again, she leaned her head against my arm. Her voice was soft and low when she whispered, “love you, Dad.” I almost came in my trunks.

“Love you, too, Tera...”

- - -

We'd said nothing further after the near-intimate moment we'd shared in the pool. Tera kept her thoughts to herself, and so did I. For the first time since I'd become stuck, I actively considered doing more than just look and enjoy stray touches with my daughter. As we sat on the couch eating pizza from Moe's, watching a decent romantic comedy, I fantasized about kissing my daughter's lips, tasting her desire for me, letting my hands move over her young, soft body.

She'd changed into a nightshirt after showering, and I'd put on boxers and my robe. I couldn't bring myself to do anything further, fear and shame washing through me as I considered my thoughts. Still, I couldn't get into the movie as I tried to relive the brief contact I'd had with Tera's ass under the water.

Near the end, long after we'd finished our pizza, she curled up against me, and my arm instinctively rested around her shoulder. Tera was so warm, so soft. So young. I was in love in a way that went beyond what I'd fought with Abby. I did love Tera, had loved her all her life, but the recent close calls and shared knowledge of what we'd done added to my feelings aspects which fathers were not supposed to experience for their daughters.

Tera fell asleep before the movie ended, and for a long time, I could do nothing more than enjoy her body against mine. I resisted the strong temptation to do more than hold her. It wasn't easy. My cock, safely hidden from her view beneath the robe, throbbed and stayed hard. If my growing feelings for Abby had been confusing and overwhelming, what I experienced in those moments with Tera was doubly so.

Hearing her snoring softly against my chest, I couldn't stop from reaching under my robe and touching myself. My cock leaked precum as I slowly stroked my shaft, careful not to wake my daughter. I'd been overly-excited by feeling her ass against me in the pool, and with her flesh warm on mine, it took only a moment to feel myself tensing.

It was a lot of effort to masturbate without writhing and shuddering. I feared waking Tera with my movements, feared she'd catch me jerking off while holding her, though a part of me fantasized that she'd do just that. I groaned lightly, unable to hold back any longer, and ejaculated against my robe in several forceful jets.

I'd just started to come down from my orgasm, waves of pleasure washing over me, when Tera stirred. I was breathing heavily, my hand still under my robe. I froze.

Her eyes batted open and glanced to my lap. I had no idea what she might know or what she might have been thinking in that moment. She didn't move at first, but it was obvious that she was looking to where I still held my shrinking cock, cum covering my fingers. I couldn't move for fear that she'd see that I had just ejaculated, couldn't possibly hide the sticky semen on my fingers.

Slowly and with effort, Tera pulled away from me then looked at my face. I couldn't read the expression she displayed. She was sleepy, but I couldn't tell if she was aroused or horrified by what must be obvious to her.

Her hand suddenly rested on my thigh as she eased up and kissed my cheek. “Going to bed, Dad... thanks for a fun night...” I was trembling when I kissed her cheek, and for just a moment, I considered bringing my lips to hers. She paused, and part of me wondered if she wanted that. It was confusing, and thanks to my recent orgasm, I was able to resist taking a chance which might destroy what we had together, even if only for one night.

I managed a small smile, still unable to pull my cum-covered fingers from my penis. “Goodnight, Tera. I love you.”

She kissed my cheek again, and I could see she was suddenly flushed. “Love you, too...”

My daughter slowly pulled away and rose from the couch. Her nightshirt had ridden up and part of it was stuck on the underside of the white panties she wore. For a few wonderful moments, I had a lovely view of Tera's ass, covered very thinly by her nearly see-through underwear.

She didn't move to draw down her nightshirt and I was unable to look away from her butt as she made her way up the stairs.

I was left to stew in my conflicting and confusing thoughts. I knew that Tera would remember nothing of that day when I woke again, and a growing part of me hated that. I thought we'd connected a few times beyond our normal father-daughter relationship, and I was becoming more and more fixated on the idea of sharing intimacy with Tera. I knew it was wrong in so many ways, but as night after night replayed without consequence, I found my ability to avoid thinking about taboo subjects weakening.

- - -

Day 1.028

If I'd let my barriers down regarding what I might be willing to do with Tera, the next night I went further with someone else. I took us to the pool again, once more enjoying a workout, and once more becoming aroused by the young girl whose swimsuit did not fully hide her ripening genitals.

In the hot tub, I again found myself turned on to feel her leg touch mine, and when Tera left, I let go any semblance of restraint. The girl's mother left and instead of leaving the hot tub, I stayed.

At first, the girl just closed her eyes and and relaxed, and I leaned back, watching her carefully. She was very pretty, and I pegged her for twelve. I took a chance and shifted my legs, letting my foot drag slowly across her lower thighs. When she didn't react, I did it again a moment later. I glanced around quickly, saw no one else watching, then did it once more.

This time, I paused with my foot only a foot or so from her crotch, held just on top of her mid-thighs. She opened her eyes to watch me, but she didn't move. I froze a moment, certain she was about to scream and let everyone know that I was molesting her.

Instead, she just waited. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, but I was too far gone to stop. I pushed forward, offered her a small smile, then settled my toes against her crotch.

I saw her lips part slightly but she didn't resist. I said as quietly as possible, “I'll stop if you want me to...” It was a weak statement, one I knew she might not know how to answer.

I saw her debate her response, then to my surprise, I felt her thighs part slightly as she raised one of her legs to rest against mine. My cock raged in response.

I pressed my toes against her thinly-covered crotch and could feel the heat from her genitals even over the hot water bubbling around her. I flicked my foot left and right in small motions, nudging the fabric of her suit deeper into her young slit. I managed to push the suit aside and slid my toe along her developing vulva.

She was panting lightly, and so was I. I felt her scratchy dark pubes, her clit hard against my big toe. I stroked it slowly, trying not to be noticed. I started jerking off under the water, careful to keep my movements from being obvious.

I took her leg and brought it closer, settling the sole of her foot along my length. I saw her smile as she flushed. She knew what she was touching, and she didn't pull away. I continued to jerk off, using her foot as I humped against it, my fingers rising and falling slowly along my length.

I brought her other leg up, keeping my toes pressed against her young pussy, and used her feet to jerk myself off. She was panting harder and I knew I was about to explode.

I fought to keep myself as still as possible, the young girl's flesh a bit rough but so wonderful against my cock. I pressed my toes into her vagina, felt her small labia part as I pushed inside her likely virgin hole. She let out a moan then seemed to catch herself, a look of pleasure on her face.

Her body jerked against me, and I started to cum. Semen rushed out into the water and against the bottoms of her feet. I knew she could feel the hot sperm on her skin and wondered if she knew what it was. Her body shuddered quickly and I barely stifled a groan as I finished ejaculating against her toes. I thought maybe she climaxed as I watched her strain and then relax, her eyes dilated.

It lasted a lifetime and no time at all. I was completely awash with euphoria, and the way her face reddened and her pants came regularly, I believed she was as well.

I pulled back my foot and smiled at her again. Her legs settled down and for a moment, we just sat panting together. She glanced around, a look of concern on her face that matched what I was starting to feel, as well. Her mother was on the other side of the pool, thankfully, and no one else was nearby.

She leaned forward a bit and giggled, then blushed. She didn't say anything, and looked away from me as she pulled back her legs and closed her thighs.

I'd just made a preteen orgasm in the hot tub and ejaculated my load against her feet. God, it had been so hot. Part of me cringed at what I had done, but most of my thoughts were on the pleasure I'd just shared with the young girl. She seemed to have enjoyed it as much as I had.

She started to rise from the water, then paused, looking at me a moment. I whispered, “thank you.”

The girl smiled and blushed again, “yeah... sure...” then got out and walked on weak legs to sit beside where her mother was swimming. I couldn't help noticing that a bit of semen had stuck on her toes and clung to her skin as she looked down at them. I saw her blushing and smiling to herself.

Whatever barriers I'd had before were blown away by what I'd just done. I couldn't even feel guilt or shame. All I felt was pleasure and an eagerness to see what else I might enjoy.

At least for the moment, thoughts of Tera had been pushed aside. I knew they'd come back strong at some point, but I knew that, when I woke the next day, I'd try to find new opportunities to break down my barriers as I fought to quash incestuous thoughts of my daughter.