Copyright © 2002, LordT. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit or on another website without the written permission of the author. The author may be contacted by writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com, or mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. Original posting date: Monday PM, Sep 09, 2002 A wildPage story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: mydaugh1.txt http://www.mrdouble.com Story_codes: M/g Story_intro: I have to admit, I was a litte nervous picking up my daughter Becky from school on the first day. She was at that age where she didn't want dad hanging around all the time, especially when friends were coming over. My daughter's best friend Written by LordT I have to admit, I was a litte nervous picking up my daughter Becky from school on the first day. She was at that age where she didn't want dad hanging around all the time, especially when friends were coming over. Earlier in the day she begged with me to let her walk home, being that it was only about three miles, but I was quick to remind her of the rash of abductions that was plaguing the neighborhood. She was reluctant still, but she knew all too well that she wasn't going to win the arguement and decided to humor me. Finally, I saw her exit the school, walking hand in hand with her best friend Stephanie. Stephanie was a beautiful blonde with long flowing hair that reached all the way down to her tiny round butt. At thirteen, her little breasts were just starting to swell and her hips were starting to get that all familiar curve to them. She was by far a knockout. I knew a part of her was aware of her beauty, but she was also quite nieve. Stephanie and Becky met in Elementary school and would often have sleepovers on Fridays. This was around the time my wife died of cancer so it was hard to say no to Becky, especially since I knew she needed something to keep her occupied. So sometimes they would stay at her parents house, but most of the time she would stay with us. I remember on one particular evening, Steph and Becky got into a pretty heated wrestling match right on the floor in my den. I was siting on the couch watching baseball and pretending to ignore the girls, but every now and then I would glance up to look at Stephanie as she was actually mounting my daughter in innocent bliss. I quickly turned my attention back to the game so they wouldn't catch me staring. Things like this were always happening. Either they would be wrestling each other, or at night for awhile I would catch them sleeping in the same bed on top of each other. And it always seemed to be Stephanie being the aggressor. Don't get me wrong I don't think either one of the girls even thought the way my twisted mind thinks. Actually, I think they were both very comfortable with each other to the point where they could be together physically. My daughter needed physical love and Stephanie was even more insecure being a neglected child. Stephanie was always very aggressive with me as well. I was always showerng both girls with tons of affection so I made myself out to be a target. Becky was used to it and responded with the love any daughter would for her father. Stephanie on the other hand was very different. At times I know she thought of me not as Becky's dad, but just another kid. It was a gift I'd picked up as a teenager when I used to work at a daycare center. Being kind of short for my age didn't hurt either. One day we were all sitting on the couch watching some old Disney movie. Steph insisted on sitting next to me and snuggling. I looked over to my daughter, as to not single anyone out, but becky just replied,"It's ok dad. Steph told me she wants to marry you." I was a little dumbfounded at this at when I looked over at Steph she just smiled and blushed. I figured that it was just a childhood crush and she would get over it but over the next few sleepovers, things got worse. Becky always told me that Steph was a troublemaker when it came to her brand of flirting. She often got caught at school kissing a boy in the girls bathroom, or showing a boy her flat chest in the tunnels at the schools playground. I guess this was just my turn. A part of me wanted to see what this ten year old vixen would do so I played the innocent to see just what would happen. Mentally I had to remember how much trouble I could get into and to not steer anything into a dangerous direction. Ususally I wouldn't even think like this about a little girl, but there was this glimmer of intrigue that kept telling me to go with it....big mistake! The next Friday (a full week after she told me she wanted to marry me) we all went out to eat and then rented some movies. Dark clouds were rolling in so we knew it was the only thing to do. We all started to set up in the den when Steph got the idea to go to my room so we can lay out in the queen sized bed I have. Becky seemed pleased with the idea. I could see the fatigue in her face. So we set everything up and started watching a movie. About half way through Becky fell asleep. The lights were out but about every thirty seconds the whole room would light up from the side window. Then the crackle of thunder. Steph jumped once and huddled to my side pressing her whole self into me. "Are you scared?" I asked laughing a little. "Not really. That one just shocked me a little." Then total darkness as the electricity died. "Guess that takes care of the movie." I reply. Stephanie responded in a playful way of swimming head first under the blanket towards the foot of the bed. "Hey what's this huge lump under my bed?" I began feeling around my bed as if something was there but I couln't really tell what. Steph was laughing now and squirming to stay away. "Come find me!" And with that, I too was under the covers reaching out in the darkness for whatever part I could find. I ended up wiggling myself close to her and her laughing ceased. I could feel her hot breath directly on my nose. I too just stopped. We just layed in darkness for about ten minutes. Finally Steph whispered very faintly. "I love you." The words frightened me and thrilled me all at once. She whispered again. "Lay on me." Had I heard that correctly? That was madness. What was worse, I really wanted too. I struggled for sanity. Was I feeling love for the girl or lust? I looked for reason. Laying on the girl with my clothes on couldn't get me in trouble could it? "Please Johnny, just get on me." I should have never let her start using my first name! Slowly I made my way on top of her and again found her hot breath on my face. "If I'm too heavy let me know and I'll get up." "You're not heavy at all." And that's how we stayed for a few minutes. I couldn't tell exactly where my member was located but I was very aware of how instantly hard it got the moment I mounted her. Her breath was getting stronger, which meant her face was getting closer to me and I was getting more worked up and nervous at the same time. It took a moment, i think for her to build up the courage, but finally her lips found mine, and like electric, the kiss and her body, found it's way to my stiffening dick. The strange part is, the kiss was that of innocence, that is, pure lips and no tongue. But it was real and pure and somehow erotic. Then she stopped kissing me. I started to say I'm sorry when she pulled the blanket away from her head. "I just need air." she said panting. I was now laying on my back and looking up at her. "I'm gonna get on you now." I loved the way she announced her every move. It was cute. She straddled me, sitting directly on my cock. The strange thing was, she didn't even really understand where she was sitting. I think a part of her knew, but she had never sat on an actual one before so it seemed that she just dismissed it as what it was....My privates. Her head began diving towards me, and then she would pull back up quickly. It was another little game. She was teasing me. "I'm going to kiss you again ok?" I could only nodd. "One...." Her face again sank towards me. "Two...." She was breathing right in my face again. "Three...." Again our lips met. Slowly and gradually her lips sank into me along with the rest of her body. She was getting more comfortable with me. But this time there was more. She began to part her lips just a bit. I put one hand behind her head and the other on the small of her back. Now something primal began happenening as well. Our bodies both at once began a very very slow but deep rocking motion. I was now aware, even through our clothes of what her little pussy felt like. It was actually very puffy but very small, and soon she was pushing down on me so hard that I could actually feel her tailbone grinding into me as well. I couldn't help but breathe into her mouth as we kissed. She was almost lost now too. Nothing exsistd to her except our rhythm and our kisses which were just mushy slobbering all over our lips. Quickly and without warning the T.V. sprang back to life and we both jumped. Stephanie sprang off me and fixed her long hair. I could see just a glint of fear in her eyes and my heart sank to my feet. Here was this perfect little creature and she decided to make out with me. But I knew that I went a little over and beyond and that scared her when she finally stopped to think about it. "Do you like all girls? Or just me?" I was too scared to answer. If I told her how I felt, how would she think of me? "I don't think we should do that anymore." She replied with her face away from me. With that she walked out and into Becky's room. I solemnly lifted my daughter up and carried her into her room and into bed beside Stephanie. I had this sinking feeling that I was in a lot of trouble. I turned to look at Stephanie. She actually smiled. It wasn't a mischievous smile, just a playful loving one. I knew that I was safe. She'll end up doing something with some kid in the next few days that will get her in trouble and maybe not forget this happened, but move along.... END OF CHAPTER ONE.... *---(:> Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! <:)---* www.mrdouble.com *---(:> Mr Double <:)---* This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.