Copyright © 2002, LordT. ALL Rights Reserved Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade : Monday PM, Sep 16, 2002 This story may be downloaded by Palisade members uniquely for their private use, and may not be distributed for profit or posted to newsgroups or other websites. Mr Double may be contacted by emailing mrdouble@mrdouble.com, or mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: mydaugh2.txt http://www.mrdouble.com Story_codes: M/g dad/daut inc. Story_intro: So now I'm looking at my life a few years after the "incident" with Stephanie and feeling kind of depressed. Ever since then I haven't been able to concentrate the same way. Just thinking about Stephanie's soft lips and the naughty things we did that day, not to mention the eroticism of messing with such a young girl was driving me crazy. My daughter's best friend chapter two By LordT So now I'm looking at my life a few years after the "incident" with Stephanie and feeling kind of depressed. Ever since then I haven't been able to concentrate the same way. Just thinking about Stephanie's soft lips and the naughty things we did that day, not to mention the eroticism of messing with such a young girl was driving me crazy. Why didn't I feel more guilty about it? Maybe it was Stephanie's carefree personality that kept me from feeling too bad about what we had done. She just seemed to move along after that day. I, on the other hand, have been stuck there ever since. She still flirted with me from time to time, but she made it a point to always be around my daughter when doing it. So now here I am at my daughter's first day of middle school, waiting as the two young thirteen year old girls approach. They're laughing and holding hands. When Stephanie sees me she stops walking and smiles. I watch as she whispers something into Becky's ear. Becky giggles. Then she runs into my arms to give me a hug. "Hi sweetie. How was your first day of school?" I ask. Becky frownes. "It sucked. I hate all my teachers." I glance over and smile at Stephanie."What about you?" Stephanie answers by wrapping her arms around my waist. "I want my hug first too." Her hug was tight, and I can feel her arm pressing into my cock. It twitched at her touch. I think she felt it but I couldn't be sure. "School was ok I guess. I just wish I had more classes with Beck." We slowly walked over to my van and drove back to my house. Once inside, the girls quickly ran upstairs and I could hear Becky's door slam. I guess they wanted some privacy. I decided to mix myself a drink before dinner. Stephanie seemed to be up to something and I was a little on edge. Her parents wouldn't be home for another three hours so I knew it was up to me to provide her with dinner. I was just about to start cooking when I saw Becky slowly walking down the stairs. By the look on her face I can tell something was troubling her. "Honey? What's wrong? Where's Stephanie?" "She's on the phone with a girlfriend of ours. They're on three way with a boy she likes." "A boy Stephanie likes or your girlfriend?" "My girlfriend." Subconciously I breathed a sigh of relief. Then the bottom fell out. "Stephanie likes you again." I paused. I had to choose my words carefully. "She told you that?" "Yeah. She told me what you guys did a few years ago." I felt ashamed and scared. If she told Becky then she might've told other people too. Becky must have sensed the fear in my eyes. "She only told me dad. It's been our secret for a while." I was flooded with not only my own grief, but the grief of what my daughter must be feeling. I sat down and put my hands on my face in my lap. "I'm such a bad person." Becky sat beside my and put a hand on my back as I began to cry. "No...No dad, you're not bad. You're just lonely because you've been by yourself for so long." Becky put her arms around me and held me tight. It was the first time in years that I felt the kind of love my wife gave me. "But dad, if you really needed help why didn't you tell me? Why did you go to Stephanie? You don't love her do you?" "No,honey. It was just one of those things that just happened. I guess I just lost myself a little. You have to admit, Stephanie looks a lot older than she really is." "Yeah, I know." And now I could hear the jealousy in my daughter's voice. "She always gets all the boys attention. I just didn't think she'd steal my father away too!" Now it was Becky who was crying. I hugged her tight and rocked her gently. "Steal me? What in the world are you talking about Beck?" I stopped to think for a moment. Then it dawned on me. At thirteen, it was still unclear to my daughter that physical love could be different than actual love. "Honey. You know sexual feelings and heart felt love are two seperate things right?" Becky sat up confused. "But you always told me that making love is something people do when they really love each other." "That's right. But sex could be shared just for the pleasure of sex." "Well, which means more to you? Making love or having sex?" "I guess that all depends, Becky. I think the answer you are looking for is I'd rather have sex with someone I'm in love with." I could see the wheels in young Becky's head turning. My daughter was becoming more like her mother every day. Right down to her jet black hair. "Well who are you in love with?" Where were these questions coming from? Where was she going with all of this? "Becky, you know I haven't been dating for a long time." "Well why not? You're single and good looking and you're very funny." "I'm glad you think so, but I haven't really felt the urge to see anyone else since your mother left us. I decided a while ago to focus all of my energy on taking care of you." "S..so it's all my fault that you're stuck without anyone to love?" Her lips were trembling now. I didn't know what to say to keep me from making things worse. "No Becky. I have you to love. That's all I'll ever need. You are the greatest thing your mother and I have ever done. I love you." Becky practically knocked me over, hugging and kissing me. "I love you too daddy." She replied with her face in my chest. "But daddy, if we love each other then wouldn't you have more fun having sex with me rather than Stephanie?" The volcano went off in my head. That's where little Becky was going with this dialogue. I just kept nodding my head in disbelief. How can Becky be so nieve? Or was she being nieve? I guess it did make sense in a way. I never really thought of my daughter sexually before. She wasn't like Stephanie at all. She was almost flat chested except for a tiny little swelling. She was cute though, in an innocent child sort of way. "Honey, our love is more pure than anything on this earth. I would never think of hurting you in that way." "But don't you wanna express your love to me?" "Is that what you want Becky? You want to have sex with your father?" "No. I want you to make love to me." I stopped talking. I just sat in silence. "You're mad at me now?" "No. But Becky what you're talking about is incest. It's illegal and considered wrong. I can go to jail for doing something like that with you." Becky was looking into my face as deep as she could. "But do you want to?" She didn't ask as an invitation, she was trying to read into my very heart and soul. "I don't know. I think I would fear losing you somewhere down the line. You must understand that you are going to grow older, and your mind and body will go through hundreds of changes. What happens if you grow resentful of me? I would die if you grew to hate me." "I could never hate you daddy. I think of no one else but you." Becky reached over her head and took off her shirt. "Look at me daddy." I couldn't help but to look. I cursed myself for getting immediatly aroused. "Your breathtaking angel. I knew you were." "Do you find me sexy?" I looked her up and down. She had a much more childlike look about her than Stephanie. She was obviously first entering puberty. She sat on my lap facing me, straddling me wearing nothing now but tight jean shorts which were stretched so tight because her legs were spread that the material wedged into her puffy slit. She hugged me. "Don't you like the way this feels?" She purred into my ear. "Uh huh." Was all I could reply. My cock was now straining for release. It was the first time she had ever felt it and it made her stop. After a moment her face lit up. "You do find me sexy! Oh daddy, I love you so much!" Now she was rocking on it and chanting,"I wanna do it daddy! I want you to do it to me. I've never felt one of these things before and I want to dig it into me! Please daddy! Please!" Her innocent sexual wording was driving me nuts! I grabbed her ass and drove her into me hard. She threw her head back and looked into the sky, almost like she was posessed. She chanted... "YAAAAAA AHHHHHH NNNNNGGGGGG I..It feeels soooo AAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG....." She grabbed my face and tried to kiss me but she couldn't stop her frantic rhythm and kept missing my mouth. In a low moan she cried, "Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy" Then with each thrust.... "Ung Ung Ung Ung" She was driving me over the edge fast. I could feel that all too familiar feeling starting to happen and I wanted to slow down but Becky wouldn't let me. "Honey, I have to slow down or I'm going to cum!" "NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Doon't sssssttttttooooooooppppppp!!!!! Keep pushing daddy, push push puuuuussssshhhhhhh aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!! ONLY WITH YOU DADDY! YOUR MAKING MY CUNNY EXPLODE!!!! NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!" At that moment her words were all I could handle and jet after jet of pent up cum came crashing out. Becky kept shuddering over and over like lightning bolts were hitting her. I held her as tight as I could untill she finally came down. She slumped over me exhausted, whispering all the while, "I love you daddy. I love you..I love you." Then right before she passed out I faintly heard,"Marry me." I've had sex with my wife dozens of times. None of those times ever even compared to this and we still had most of our clothes on. I picked up my daughter and layed her on the couch. From behind me I heard a voice. "Um....Whatcha doin'?" The end of Chapter two *---(:> MrDouble's Palisades <:)---* 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. 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