I considered talking to Peter before I spoke with Dylan, but in the end I thought it was best to follow the advice I gave Jackie and get the story from my daughter first. I picked her up in front of school as planned.

"What's going on, Dad?" she asked when she got in the car.

"Let's get you some lunch and then talk, O.K.?" I responded. After I had gone to the taco shop drive thru and gotten her what she wanted to eat, I navigated the car to a spot in the adjacent lot, way in the back, between the garbage cans and a fence.

"What did you need to talk about, Dad?" Dylan asked before taking a bite of her burrito. She gave no indication of being nervous.

"Dylan, Mom showed me something this morning...something that she found in your room."

"What was it?"

"Do you have any clue what it was?" She shook her head non-chalantly as she took another bite of her lunch. "Dylan, Mom found a home pregnancy test box in your waste basket." She just looked at me. "What do you have to say about that?"

"What do you want me to say, Dad?" Her matter-of-factness caught me off guard.

"Well, for starters, I want you to tell me what the box was doing there."

"What do you think it was doing there?" I was beginning to get aggravated.

"I think it was there because someone wanted to know if they might be pregnant."

"Well, then you're on the right track."

"Dylan, that's enough. Why are you acting like this? I want to know right now. Was the pregnancy test for you?"

"Who else would it be for, Dad?"

"Well, I thought maybe it could be for Amber."

"No, Dad. It wasn't for Amber."

"So, it was for you? Tell me 'yes' or 'no'. Was it for you?"

"Yes." I took a deep breath before continuing.

"Dylan, when we were together a few weeks ago, you told me you were certain that you couldn't get pregnant at that time. What happened? Were you just off on your days? Oh, Man...how could I have trusted that willingly?" The last comment was for me alone.

"I wasn't wrong, Dad. I didn't get pregnant then."

"Well, then what happened? When you were..." I hadn't meant to disclose that I knew about her and Peter. But I didn't know how else to go about finding out more information. "Dylan, I know you were with Peter. But he told me that you didn't actually have sex. Were you with someone else? Were you with someone besides him and me in the last few weeks?"

"Really? He told you?"

"Yes, he told me that you came into his room and...well, he told me."

"Were you mad, Daddy?" She switched to 'Daddy.'

"No...a little...uh, no. Why should I be mad?"

"No reason at all. There's no reason you should have been mad that I gave Daddy Peter a blowjob. Because you had already gotten a blowjob from Amber, hadn't you?" Damn it. She knew about that. I wondered if she knew everything.

"You know about that?" I thought she would be uncomfortable with the conversation, but now I was the one feeling queasy. "How do you know about that?"

"It doesn't matter, Daddy. I know about it."

"Oh...well, O.K. I um...yes, that did happen."

"And that's not all that happened, is it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Daddy, I know what happened. Amber came in the house and gave you a blowjob in the bathroom. And then you met her later and you fucked her, didn't you?"

"Dylan...I..." I started and stopped. "O.K., yes, Dylan. I was with Amber, just like you said."

"You were with Amber twice in one day? Daddy, you haven't even been with me once." Ahhh...I saw the jealousy rearing its head again."

"I'm sorry, Dylan Honey. You know how busy we've been around the house. And, you know, Mom's around a lot. It's not like I can sneak off somewhere and be with you."

"You can't? Amber sucked you off in your bathroom. Don't you want to be with me, Daddy?" She seemed genuinely hurt.

"Dylan, Sweetheart," I tried to be consoling. "Honey, I loved being with you. Yes, of course I want to again. Very much." She just stared at the floor. "But, Dylan, it's not going to be any easier if Mom's worried that you're, you know...pregnant. So, if it wasn't me, then who were you with, Dylan? Who could it be besides me?"

"Daddy Peter," she replied without emotion. I was shocked.

"What? You were with Peter, like that? You slept with him?"

"I fucked him, if that's what you mean."

"But he told me..."

"What? That he didn't fuck me? I made him promise not to tell you."

"Does Amber know?"

"Yes," she answered, showing some angst.

"What does that mean?"

"It means that Amber caught us. She caught us fucking."

"Oh," was all I could say. I didn't really know what the implications of that were and I didn't know if I should ask. I felt like I was somehow on thin ice already. I thought Amber had me wrapped around her little finger, but I then realized that my darling daughter did as well.

"I just wanted to act like a little slut, just like Amber." I just waited to hear where Dylan was going with this. "If she could sneak into our house and give you a blowjob, which is what I figured she did, then I could do the same kind of thing."

"Dylan Honey, how did you know about that?"

"I was awake when she came over that morning. I peeked out my door and saw her sneaking into your bathroom. I listened at the door and figured out what she was doing. So I figured, if she can act like a little whore with you, I could act like that with her dad too."

"I see."

"So I snuck into Daddy Peter and Mommy Samantha's room and surprised him with a blowjob. I thought that was even sluttier than what Amber did. I wanted to climb on and fuck him right there, but he wouldn't do it. So I made him promise to meet me downstairs later in the night. But Amber was awake that time and she followed me. She watched, but didn't let us know she was there. She told me when I came back into her room. So I told her I knew she had sneaked into our house. She admitted to sucking you and that she met you later and you fucked her."

"I guess it makes sense that you would feel that way, Sweetie. But...what about…being pregnant? What happened?" She continued looking down at the floor, looking angry.

"I was just pissed off, Daddy. I was pissed off at you because you fucked Amber and not me. And I was pissed off at her for the same reason. I guess I was so pissed off at everybody that I didn't care. And I guess I wanted to prove that I could be even more of a whore than Amber."

"I'm so sorry, Dylan. I really didn't mean to neglect you, Honey. I really wanted to be with you. I guess it was just easier to completely sneak out and be with Amber than to try to find a way to be with you at home. Is there any way I can make it up to you?" She looked up at me with those big, sad eyes and an overdone (but adorable), pouty mouth.

"Will you promise to fuck me...soon? Like a little whore...will you fuck me I'm Daddy's little whore?" That made me smile.

"Dylan, I would love nothing more. I wish I could do it to you right now." I shouldn't have said that. It triggered her growingly nasty imagination.

"Hmmmmm..." she mused.

"What? Oh, no, Dylan. I was kidding. We can't do that."

"I know you can't really fuck me here. But you can take it out for me."

"What do you mean?" Of course, I knew what she meant. "Why?"

"I want to see your dick. I want you to take it out and jerk off for me."

"Dylan! I can't! I have to go back to work." Truth was that this conversation had gotten me very horny and I really did want to fuck her, as much or more than ever. But I really did have a meeting to return to.

"Don't worry, Daddy. I'll make sure there's no mess. Take it out of your pants. Please?"

Little finger. I did as she asked. I unzipped my pants, reached in and took my growingly erect cock out. I flipped up the adjustable steering wheel to give myself more room. She sat back against the passenger door and stared. I glanced around the lot to see if anyone might be in sight, or if they might come up unexpectedly. The coast looked clear.

It was surprisingly exciting to have my cock out, in front of my daughter, in broad daylight. Of course, I fully realized that I would be in very deep shit if a cop came along. But damn, it felt good. It didn't take but a minute of stroking and stretching for me to reach full hardness. Dylan smiled and winked at me as I jerked my prick.

"Ohhhh, Dylan...I shouldn't be doing this."

"I know, Daddy. Isn't that what makes it fun?" She giggled, sounding frighteningly like her mother.

"Doing it for you makes it the most fun, Baby Doll." I stroked more firmly, up and down, up and down. I stopped periodically to take pre-cum from the hole and rub it into the glans. "OOhhhhhh, Baaaaaabbbbyyyyyyy..." I sighed. "This feels so fucking good, Dylan."

"Let me know when you're going to cum, Daddy. O.K.?" I nodded and moaned some more. I hoped she was actually going to take care of the...mess. Otherwise I would have to run home and change before going back to work. But she didn't let me down.

"O.K. Dylan Baby...it won't be long now...ohhhhhh fuuuuuckk...Ohhhh, Dylannnnn. I'm gonna cum, Sweetheart! Daddy's gonna cum for his little girl.....oooohhhhhh yyyeeeessssss..." Seconds before the first squirt shot out of my dick, Dylan came at me and immediately bent forward toward my lap. She put her mouth over the head of my throbbing penis just as I began to ejaculate. She stayed right there, gently sucking me as I shot my load. She took care of the mess all right. She held her head there and sucked me softly until my orgasm was complete and every last drop of cum had left the tube. She then lifted her head up and smiled before swallowing the entire load. Damn...how was I able to keep away from this incredible girl for so long?

As I zipped up and collected myself, two thoughts came to my mind. First, how unbelievable it was to have a daughter who wanted to do things like with her father. And immediately following that...

"Dylan, I guess I'm still not clear on one thing...the test. Did you take it? Are you...you know...?"

Dylan had sat back against the door. I could tell that she was performing a few more swallows to make sure she had sent all the cum from her mouth down her throat. She took her hand out of her jacket pocket. In it she held a zipper topped plastic sandwich bag. In it was the wand from a pregnancy test. It showed a blue plus sign in the little window. I couldn't read the expression on her face, but the naughty smile had gone.

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