****** Wet Flannel by bobbymask ******
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Wet Flannel

When Claire was very small, she often used to come and sleep with her mommy and
me. That I would be tempted by incest had never really occurred to me before.
I'd never thought much about it. But when I felt my little girl's body snuggled
tight between my wife and I, it was strange. When she rubbed against me, I
would get hard and stay hard, most of the night. I had never been attracted to
really little girls--like Claire was then--but I got kind of worried. I always
tried to turn so that my hard on wouldn't touch Claire; I made sure always to
sleep in my underwear, rather than nude, like I often did. I didn't know
exactly what I should do. I certainly couldn't mention it to my wife. I just
told myself that Claire would soon grow out of needing to sleep with us.
Mercifully, Claire did grow out of it, and pretty quickly too, in only a few
months (those were some bad fucking months for me though, I can tell you)--
except during thunderstorms. Whenever there was a big thunderstorm, Claire
would get scared--she was like her mother that way--and come and sleep snuggled
between her mother and I. Since my wife was a little scared too, we would all
squeeze tightly together, as tightly as we could. Both Claire and Susan (my
wife) really wanted to do this, so I went along. But as Claire got older, it
was just more and more difficult to take that little body squirming and pushing
against me. I was sure she could feel my hard on and as she got older it seemed
increasingly likely that she knew what it was she was feeling. I would stay
awake though those stormy nights, shifting around uncomfortably. Sometimes I
would go to the bathroom and quietly masturbate during the night thinking how
tight and fresh and hot my little girl's little pussy would be. I tried several
times to insist that Claire was too old to sleep with us, but Susan always said
what's the harm, why not make her feel better? I had a pretty good idea what
the harm might turn out to be, but again, I wasn't about to say anything about
it to my wife. I asked both Claire and Susan how Claire was ever going to learn
to stop being afraid of thunder and lightning if we didn't make her sleep in
her own bed during thunderstorms, but Claire just looked so crestfallen and
Susan laughed and said she had never stopped being afraid of thunderstorms and
that it hadn't hurt her any. So Claire kept coming to sleep with us and I
started to really dread thunderstorms. But I couldn't really do anything about
it. But they didn't happen too often where we lived and surely, I kept telling
myself, Claire will eventually stop doing this.

Then, as I must have suspected might happen someday, a storm came one night
when Claire's mother was away, visiting her family for a few days. Claire was
now nearly thirteen, but she was still afraid of thunderstorms. When I came
home from work that day, I could see big thunderhead clouds piling up in the
west and I could smell a strong rainy smell in the air. Claire and I had a nice
dinner together: she filled me in on all the fascinating politics and romantic
intrigue of her seventh grade class, who said what to whom, who was two-faced,
which boys were cute, which girls were sluts, and so forth. Things apparently
hadn't changed too much since I was in junior high. I had a good time talking
to my little girl; when Claire and I were alone, she would tell me things she
wouldn't tell me if Susan were there. After dinner, putting the dishes in the
dishwasher, I felt really good, really close to Claire. I wasn't even thinking
about what might happen later. Despite what you may think, I didn't spend all
my time thinking about how sweet it would be to have sex with Claire. Most of
the time the thought was very far from my mind.

An hour or so later I was in the den reading when I heard a faint rumbling:
thunder. I went to the window and looked out: it was starting to rain, it was
already coming down pretty good. My cock was instantly hard and it took me a
second to figure out why. When I did I was ashamed and berated myself for being
such an awful person, such an awful father to Claire who I loved so much. I
felt like I was somehow soiling the special time I'd had with Claire at dinner.
But my cock stayed rock hard and began to throb as the rain picked up.

I let Claire stay up late. The movie Grease was on cable and she was glued to
it, even though she'd already seen it three or four times. Apparently that was
another thing that hadn't changed much since I was in junior high: twelve year
old girls love Grease. I remember watching Grease in a theater, when it first
came out, with a girlfriend of mine in seventh or eighth grade. I didn't see
much of the movie, because I spent the whole time trying to touch her breasts
or rub her pussy through her jeans. It was funny to think of it: Claire was
probably doing the same stuff with boys now. My little Claire. How pretty she
was now! She had dark brown hair, still straight down her back in that unstyled
little girl way, and big brown eyes. She had those new little breasts that
stuck straight out and even more exciting to me, her ass--I studied it
carefully as she lay on her stomach watching the movie--was starting, but just
barely starting--to widen out and take on more shape. And look at her little
feet! She'd always been cute as a button, but, carefully looking her over as
she watched the movie, I couldn't believe how beautiful she was. And how
sexy... like she was... well, like she was sex itself somehow. Just pure sex.
Suddenly I remembered that when Grease came out, girls my age then thought it
was a really sexy movie, they were into it in that way. Was it having that
effect on Claire? Was it, was it making her little pussy wet? For a second I
thought I was going to come right there, without touching myself at all,
watching Claire and wondering if the movie made her pussy wet. But how terrible
it would be--how terrible I would be--if I, I told myself, if I did what her
little body seemed to be begging for. But if she were in the bed with me,
pushing her little butt against me, how could I help it? I wasn't sure.

When the movie was over, she watched TV for a little bit more, flipping around.
I hadn't really heard much thunder during the movie, although I could hear that
it was still raining fairly hard. I went to the window and looked for
lightning; I saw a few distant flashes but nothing very close. Maybe Claire
would be able to stay in her own bed tonight. Was I relieved or disappointed?
Both, I guess, but more relieved, because I really didn't want to have sex with
Claire. I didn't.

Claire went to her own bed without even mentioning sleeping in my bed. Again, I
was mostly relieved. But I couldn't get to sleep. I kept getting up and looking
out the window for lightning. Did I want it to get closer? I was still hard. I
took off my underwear and kind of lightly jacked myself for a long time until I
almost came, watching the distant flashes of lightning, but I couldn't stop
thinking about Claire, and I didn't think it was right to come while thinking
of my little girl. So I stopped myself a little short. I made myself get back
into bed. My erection finally went down a little and I drifted off.

I woke up a hour or so later. I could hear thunder clearly now, and I didn't
have to go the window to see the lightning flash. There wasn't much time
between the lightning and the thunder: it was close to us now. My cock was
instantly rock hard. Maybe Claire would sleep through it. I prayed that she
would. I realized I wasn't wearing my underwear; I'd taken them off to
masturbate earlier. I knew I should get up and put them on, what if Claire came
in, but I hesitated. It probably wouldn't make any difference if I'd had them
on, but it would maybe be a little easier to resist... Lightning struck very
near our house, and a huge crash of thunder followed immediately. I started to
get to retrieve my underwear but before I threw back the covers, I saw that
Claire was standing at door to our bedroom, looking like a little Halloween
ghost in her long flannel nightgown.

Claire said, "Daddy, you know that lightning makes me scared. Can I sleep with
you? Please."

I made a feeble attempt to send her back to your room-- "Claire, honey, this is
silly; you should sleep in your own bed. You are perfectly safe there"--but she
did look genuinely afraid. She was trembling and looked like she might cry. She
said, "Please, daddy. You know how much I hate the lightning. It just makes me
scared. I won't be able to sleep in my room." I pulled back the covers on
Susan's side of the bed for her, taking care to keep my erection well wrapped
up, and said "Okay, honey, it's okay."

Claire smiled and crawled into bed next to me. "Thanks, daddy," she said. She
started to snuggle up next to me.

"Claire, honey, you sleep on mommy's side, okay? I really have to get some
sleep tonight, okay honey?"

"I need to sleep right next to you daddy," she said. "That's what keeps me from
getting scared." She spoon-snuggled her little ass right into my crotch, and
though there was a quilt, a blanket, and a sheet between us--along with her
nightgown--I was sure she could feel my cock against her. I was so tense, I
knew I should roll on my back, but I didn't want to make any move against her,
for fear that the slightest friction would make me come.

After what seemed like hours (I couldn't move to see the clock, but it was
probably more like fifteen or twenty minutes), Claire appeared to be sleeping.
Lightning was still striking nearby, every minute or so the room would flash
white when it struck. When it struck Claire would push hard back against me;
maybe she wasn't asleep; I couldn't tell. I tried to sleep but I couldn't relax
at all. I--slowly, carefully--tried to shift my position but in doing this my
arm fell across Claire. I froze; then I sort of pretended to sleep so she
wouldn't think my arm was draped over her chest on purpose. But she seemed to
really be asleep. I slowly tried to pull my arm off of her and felt her breasts
brush against me. They felt taut though the nightgown--were her nipples hard? I
couldn't believe it! There was a big flash of lightning just as I managed to
gingerly move my arm away from her breasts; she scooted back into me hard--
somehow my cock had lost its protective covering and Claire's flannel-covered
little ass is working firmly back into my hard on. I was almost panting now,
taking air in warm uneven little gasps against the back of Claire's neck. Her
hair was in my face; I could smell it, taste it, as I breathed through it. I
softly kissed her neck and let my arm fall lightly over her breasts again. The
next bright crash of lightning sent the warm flannel hard against my crotch
again, and I felt how close I was. Maybe I could've stopped it, I could've
tried, I guess, but I didn't. Thunder sounded outside again, and I held
Claire's twitching little ass hard against me. I couldn't help thinking how
tight, how tight my little Claire would be. My hand was shaking as I placed it
low on Claire's tummy and pulled her back into me, rubbing my cock against the
flannel. Too late now. I grabbed Claire's thin little hips and ground my cock
against her ass. Sperm squirted all over Claire's nightgown for what seemed
like several minutes. I couldn't seem to stop and I realized I was sort of
grunting--there is no way Claire could sleep through this. She had to have felt
it, had to have heard me. Her ass is still pushing against my penis, draining
my balls completely. I must have shot a quart of sperm on to my daughter's
nightgown. My cock remained completely hard after I finished, something it
never does. I knew Claire was awake, and probably feeling my wet goo through
the flannel.

She was awake. She said, "Daddy, I'm wet." I almost came again.

"What, honey?" I managed to say. "Are you awake, Claire?"

"I'm wet," she said again. "On my back. Did you wet the bed, daddy?" She
giggled. She seemed wide awake: had she been awake the whole time?

"No, honey, I didn't..."

Claire rolled out of bed. I could dimly see her feeling the back or her
nightgown with her hand. She brought her wet hand to her nose and said, "It's
not pee, daddy. It smells like bleach, sort of." She moved her hand toward my
nose; I could see a little gelatinous glob of my semen glistening on it.

"Claire, I'm so sorry, honey, I'm so sorry..."

She went into the bathroom and turned on the light. "Daddy, I think I know what
this is." I waited, wondering what she would say. My cock was still hard so I
couldn't get up. "It's your sperm, daddy. Isn't it?" I didn't know what to say.

She came back into the bedroom. I could see her standing naked in the rectangle
of light from the bathroom. She had pulled off the nightgown and had it in her
hands, rubbing and smelling the giant wet spot. She looked at me and asked "Did
you have a wet dream, daddy?"

This truly stunned me. "How do you know about that, Claire?"

"Daddy," she said firmly, "I'm not a baby. They teach us about that kind of
stuff in school. Boys sometimes have wet dreams. Everybody knows that."

"I guess that's what happened, sweetie. I must have had a wet dream." I
suddenly thought, maybe no real harm was done, although I was sure Claire would
tell Susan, but a wet dream, I couldn't help that, and maybe that would
convince Susan that it wasn't a good idea for Claire to sleep with us during
thunderstorms...

"But daddy, I did think it was mostly younger boys, like teenagers and stuff,
that had wet dreams. You still have them?" She seemed genuinely curious.

"Well, once in a while, honey, not too often."

"What were you dreaming about? Something really dirty, I guess." She snickered.
She came over and sat on the bed next to me. She was still holding the
nightgown, rubbing the sperm into the flannel. I could still smell the faint
odor of cum. I could see the outline of her little breasts--her nipples did
look hard!--in the dim light.

"I don't remember my dreams, honey. I almost never do."

"You were pushing against me in your dream, daddy. I woke up and could feel it.
Were you thinking like I was mommy maybe?"

I was sweating heavily now, gasping for air again. "What do you mean, honey?
You were awake?"

"Yeah. Didn't you feel me snuggle into you when you pulled me back? I felt it
when it came out of you. I didn't think you were peeing, daddy. I thought it
must be a wet dream. You felt good against me, daddy. I liked it."

"It's okay, sweetie, it's okay, I'm sorry, honey, sorry to get that stuff all
over your nightgown. You must think it's really gross, I'm so sorry to be so
gross, Claire, I--"

She cut me off. "Sperm isn't gross, daddy. I like it."

I sputtered "You... like it?"

Claire nodded. "Sure. You know I want to have a lot of kids when I grow up
daddy. And if you want kids, you have to like sperm. Right?"

"I guess so, Claire."

"Daddy, can I tell you something really private?" She scooted over really close
to me on the bed.

I felt uneasy, but more or less had to say, "Sure, honey. What is it?"

"I've seen it before, daddy."

I didn't say anything. Lightning flashed outside but it seemed much farther
away.

"You know, daddy," Claire said, "I've seen sperm before. From a boy."

"What, Claire? What do you mean?"

"I've seen boys' penises, daddy. Two different ones. They like me to rub them,
you know, to make them have orgasms, you know. I masturbated them."

"When did you do this, Claire? I didn't know you did stuff like that."

"Once last summer when was at Jenny's family's lake house, her brother is
really cute and he's fifteen. He wanted to do way more with me, but I just
helped him, you know, masturbate himself. I let him put his hand down my pants
and touch me there, but that was all. You aren't mad, are you daddy?

I could barely talk. "No Claire," I whispered hoarsely, "I'm not mad at you."

"And then you know my boyfriend Joseph, you've met him, he's in the eighth
grade daddy, on his birthday last week he really wanted me to do something with
him, and so I did that and let him put his finger, you know, up inside me. His
got in my hair and it was really hard to get out. So just those two times."

I was kind of at a loss for what to say. "You didn't think... Joseph's sperm
was gross when... it was in your hair, baby?"

"Kind of, I guess. But I like it usually. It tastes weird. Have you ever tasted
it, daddy?"

I was just able to nod. Claire put the nightgown to her mouth and licked the
wet spot. I thought I was going to pass out. "Honey, no, please, Claire..."

"What, daddy? I kind of like it. But it's all cold now, it's drying up, just
tastes like wet flannel mostly."

"Claire, honey, that's nasty, don't lick that any more."

"Sperm isn't nasty daddy. People eat it, you know, like when they do 69 and
stuff. You know what that is, daddy?"

"Let's not talk about--"

"How much do you know about sex, daddy? I bet I know more."

"Claire, please, please, let's not--"

"Can you tell that I'm aroused, daddy? I like that word; that's what Jenny and
I say instead of 'horny.' If you know about sex you should be able to tell that
I'm aroused? Can you?"

"Honey, please--"

"I can tell that you're aroused too daddy? Know how?" She pointed to my
erection tenting up the covers. "You have a hard on, daddy. Right?"

"Claire, we can't talk about this stuff, we've got to stop--"

"Look at me and tell me if you can tell how I'm aroused and how?" She flicked
on the lamp beside the bed and turned to sit facing toward me. It took my eyes
a second to adjust, but I could see she had her cute little chest stuck out.
Her nipples were like little knots. She was sitting crosslegged and I could see
a little dark fuzz above her cunt. The nightgown lay on the bed beside her; she
was still rubbing at the wet spot with her right hand.

"Look daddy! How can you tell that I'm aroused?"

I sheepishly pointed at her nipples. "They're hard, sweetie," I said.

"Good, daddy. But sometimes they get like that if I'm cold, too. How else can
you tell?"

This was a bad path to move down, but I said, "I can't, not... not with your
legs like that..." I couldn't help myself, I was reaching toward her, toward
her cunt. My fingers were visibly shaking.

She uncrossed her legs and rose to her knees with her legs wide apart. I
touched the sweet sparse dark fur and then slid my hand down. Her little pussy
was sopping. It made a thick wet slurping sound when I pushed a finger part way
in.

"My snap gets wet when I'm aroused, daddy. Jenny and I call our pussies
'snaps', 'cause when we masturbate ourselves, they do sort of snap. You know
about that, daddy?"

My daughter's cunt was burning hot inside and the fluid was gushing out of her.
I could feel her little pussy working on my finger, squeezing it, trying to
take more. "Your pussy is snapping my finger now, Claire. I feel it."

"Can I see your penis daddy?" She threw back the covers before I could stop
her. She put hand against it and started to stroke it. "See, daddy, I know what
to do..." Her little hand worked eagerly but inexpertly up and down my cock.

"Honey," I begged her half-heartedly as I continued to push my finger into her
tightness, "please, we can't, no baby, no..." I was almost crying.

"I want to, daddy, I want to, can we, can we have incest please?"

That she put it like that, that she used this slightly stiff sex education
terminology, mixed with her own secret terms--like "snap" for pussy--was making
me crazy.

"Jenny's father has a book that says girls always want to do it with their
daddies. I do daddy. Will you? Can we please?"

"Honey I can't, I don't"--this occurred to me suddenly--"want to make you
pregnant. That would be terrible honey. We can't do that." My finger was still
pushing up into her hot little "snap"; she was slowly opening up.

"My period just finished two days ago daddy. We can do it; I won't get
pregnant." Claire looked at my incredulous expression. "See! I do know all
about sex, daddy! I won't get pregnant! So do it to me, daddy! Fuck me please!"

With my finger all the way inside he cunt, I could tell how ready she was, how
hot. I pulled my finger out of her and pushed her down on her back. I fumbled
trying to get my cock positioned to push into Claire's wet little snatch. She
was wriggling around under me, already wrapping her legs against my ass and her
arms around my neck.

"Yes, yes, daddy, fuck me now, fuck me now," she kept saying. Her eyes were
staring right into mine and her tongue was licking the side of my face. With my
right hand, I felt her mossy little muff and roughly guided my cock inside.
Maybe an inch or so went in. It was like the hottest, smoothest, wettest little
vise in the world. She was bucking around so much under me that it was going to
be hard to stay inside, and hard to keep from coming right away.

"Claire, baby, be still so daddy can push his cock all the way inside you,
honey, okay?" She slowed her writhing a bit, and I pressed hard into her cunt.
Maybe another inch slid inside with difficulty. Claire made a squeal, a sort of
"uurrk" sound. I wrapped my arms around he shoulder and told her "Hold tight,
Claire." I moved back a foot or two, taking care to hold on to her firmly so my
cock wouldn't come out of her pussy, so that I could stand while she lay back
on the bed. I flexed my knees and grabbed her shoulders.

"Are you ready, Claire?" I asked. "Ready for all of daddy's cock?"

She was moaning and moving hard against me, trying to force more of me up
inside her twelve year-old cunt. Her arms were tight around my neck and she
said in my ear, "Yes daddy! More!"

I hunched over her and pulled down hard on her shoulders with both hands. She
was holding me hard around my neck and I had to push hard enough to loosen her
grip a bit. My cock seemed like it was pushing against a wall. I pulled harder
on her shoulders and pushed my pelvis harder forward. Her insides gave way and
she screamed. I drove in again, and there was another softer scream. I was all
the way inside my daughter's cunt! I looked in her eyes and could see that the
sharp flash of pain was already subsiding. She was still clinging to my neck
and her little legs were still wrapped around my ass.

"Are you okay, baby?" I asked her.

"I think so daddy. It's better now. Are you going to squirt in me?"

I pushed hard into her again, and the semen began to come. My cock spat another
bucketful of sperm inside my sweet little girl's pussy, inside her tight little
"snap."

"I can feel it! Daddy! I can feel it coming out!" She looked so eager and
happy. The pain was gone now. I kept spurting inside my daughter for a long
time. There was some blood when I pulled out and Claire wiped my cock with her
flannel nightgown.

"Honey, you're getting blood all over that," I said, playfully.

"I want it on there, daddy. I want to have something to always remind me of how
my daddy felt coming inside me." She raised the nightgown, now badly stained,
to her mouth and licked it. She licked it again.

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