He was glad to get home. It had been a bad week. Missing that deal had been the last nail in the coffin and he was looking forward to a quiet weekend.

Parking his Audi in the garage, he went through to the house and up to his room to get changed. Looking at his watch, he noticed that his sister Mel would be delivering Molly, his daughter, from school shortly. Mel had been doing this since his wife died and he was pleased the two of them got on so well.

After he had put Molly to bed, he promised himself a session on the laptop looking for some new preteen pics. It was a couple of weeks since he'd picked up that eleven year old outside the convent school when he was at a conference in Nottingham. She'd been really tight, even though it was plain she wasn't a virgin.

Interrupting his thoughts, was the sound of the front door opening. Molly came bounding in, followed more quietly by a smiling Mel. His daughter was ten now and developing into quite a young woman. Slender, with shoulder length light brown hair, she really was starting to look like her late mother.

He thanked Mel for the safe delivery of Molly and, as she left, Mel gave him a lascivious wink and said "I'm sure you'll have a great weekend!" He was confused by this remark but Mel had gone before he could say anything.

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He gave Molly her tea and she went off to her room. All through the meal it had been "Auntie Mel says.." this and "Auntie Mel says..." that. Typical of Mel to fill the girl's head with all sorts of ideas and unusual notions.

Heading for the living room with a beer, he sat on the sofa and contemplated watching television. As he did so, Molly came into the room, quietly for her. He looked over to her and raised his eyebrows at what he saw. His daughter was wearing a thin vest top that showed small mounds where her budding breasts were forming and a tiny skirt that showed off her slim legs and barely covered her bottom.

Looking at him, Molly said "Auntie Mel said I should..." "It's OK, whatever she said, that's fine." he smiled.

"No Daddy, Auntie Mel told me to say some things to you."

"Really?" he wondered what they could be.

"Well" began Molly "Auntie Mel said to tell you that you should 'remember the caravan'."

Oh glory be! he thought. He remembered that caravan alright. It was on the holiday in that caravan that he and sister first had sex. He was twelve and she was nine. Their parents had left them alone for a whole afternoon. He had been out but when he wandered back into his room, there was his sister on his bed in just a T shirt. Her legs were wide open and she was lying there, wet, just waiting for him to fill her with his cock. It was this that laid the pattern for his sexual tastes as he grew up. The first time he slipped his tool into his little sister's wetness, he knew this was something to be savoured...

He had drifted off into recollection of that experience, when he realised that Molly was saying something else.

"Sorry" he said to Molly, "What were you saying?"

"Auntie Mel says you are looking tired and need to be cheered up."

"So what did she suggest to cheer me up?"

"Auntie Mel said you should fuck me."

He spluttered over his beer.

"She said what?!!?" Molly started to repeat "Auntie Mel said.."

"OK, I heard you the first time. I was just surprised that's all." Molly walked over to him and sat, straddling his legs. She looked at him coyly and, lifting her skirt, pulled her panties aside and said "Don't you want to fuck me Daddy?"

His eyes were drawn to the sight between her legs. He could clearly see her pubescent vagina with its pink lips and glistening wet hole. He very much wanted to have sex with his ten year old daughter and this was confirmed by the rigidity of his dick.

"Are you really sure?"

"Yes, Daddy. I want you to be my first, the same as you were Auntie Mel's." Molly answered in a serious voice.

"Alright" he said lifting her off his legs "Let's go up to my bedroom."

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He let her walk up the stairs in front of him, that way he could see her cute rounded little bottom under the tiny skirt. When they reached his room, Molly took off her top revealing her nascent breasts, topped with surprisingly large and hard nipples. Molly knew where he was looking and said, somewhat apologetically "They're not very big yet."

"They're wonderful" he reassured her "and I want to show you how much I like them." Molly smiled at that and, wriggling out of her skirt, she climbed onto his bed, completely naked.

It didn't take him long to shed his clothes and Molly giggled a bit at the sight of his erection. When he got to the bed, he kissed his daughter on the mouth and ran his hands over her her breasts. As he did so, the girl gasped and kissed him hard, if inexpertly, back. Finding her prominent nipples, he stroked them and rolled them gently between his thumb and forefinger. Molly's breath became quicker and when he moved his mouth down to kiss one, she moaned softly in her throat.

As he mouthed her breasts, his hand was stroking his daughter's slit, feeling the softness and growing moisture. Moving his mouth down her little body, he kissed her mons and licked her inner thighs. Molly was moaning louder now and his finger now slipped easily into her cunny.

"Please Daddy" she cried "put it in me now."

He settled himself between her legs and guided his prick to the mouth of her vagina. Molly was so wet he was able to enter her easily. As he pushed his knob further in, he felt the resistance of her hymen. With a practiced thrust, he was through it, Molly just giving a sharp gasp before relaxing again. He was pleased to find that he could get his whole prick in before he reached any barrier.

At this point he rested, looking his daughter in the eye and reassuring her.

"It's fine Daddy" she said "It feels really nice."

He then began to thrust again, slowly at first but with increasing speed. He felt Molly's muscles were gripping his dick and the combination of that and his movement, meant he felt the spunk rising from his balls. His daughter was moaning and pushing against him as she approached orgasm, her legs wrapped round him to pull him further inside her.

As he exploded within her, Molly gave a shriek and shuddered with her own orgasm. They then both relaxed and held each other, trying to come to terms with what they had just done.

Before he could speak, his daughter said "I wanted it Daddy, there's nothing for you to feel guilty about. Auntie Mel told me about you and young girls and I wanted to be one, your best one. I'm here all the time so we can do it whenever we want."

He looked down between Molly's legs and saw the pink-tinged cum dribbling out of her cunny. The sight of it almost gave him another erection. Then he realised what she had just said, he could have this any time he wanted.

"I think it's time we got some rest Moll." he said and, scooping her up, he settled her under the duvet. He put the light out, climbed into bed and, settling himself against her back, spoon fashion, put an arm over her and cupped one of her breasts. His daughter settled into him and sighed contentedly.

Just then he felt another body get into the bed. Before he could say anything he felt a pair of breasts at his back and scratchy pubic hair against his backside. It was then he remembered that his sister had her own key.

Now he knew why Auntie Mel said he would have a great weekend...