I had admitted to my eight year old daughter that she excited me sexually. I looked her in the eye and told her she made my cock hard. It seemed to make her happy that I felt that way. And then I told her that we couldn't do anything about it.

At some level, she forgave me and shared my frustration. But at another level, she was pissed. And jealous of her mother. And God knows what else.

The manifestation of this seething kettle of feelings was that she began to tease me relentlessly. Hell hath no fury, and all that.

Our trips to the Family Changing Room continued. For the next few weeks, I managed to avoid being alone there with Stephanie. Even so, she went out of her way to provoke me. It got to the point where she would strip off her shorts and underpants before even taking off her shoes. Naked to her knees, she would look me in the eye and put one foot up on the bench as she slowly unlaced her sneaker and rolled down her sock. And then do it again with the other foot. She could tell it drove me crazy, and she loved every minute of it.

She also constantly flashed me at home. The t-shirts she wore to sleep in got shorter and clearly revealed her panties. The panties got smaller too, it seemed. Carol began to notice, but she misread things completely. "Time to get you some new clothes, Steph," she said. "You're outgrowing things so fast." Perhaps for the first time in history, a daughter looked disappointed to hear her mother suggest taking her shopping.

When Carol wasn't home, Stephanie took a shower and emerged from the bathroom in a poorly draped towel. Or she forgot to wear panties at all under her t-shirt. Or she left her door open when she was changing.

If you're the sort of person that finds these images appealing, the situation may sound like heaven. It wasn't. While I didn't really feel guilty about my desire for her, I had enough sense and fear that I knew I couldn't act on it. I started taking precautions. Specifically, I started masturbating before we went to the club.

The candid discussion of my erection with Stephanie had given me a recurring nightmare. In the dream, we're sitting around the dinner table as a family, and Carol asks, "Did you have fun at the pool today?" Caroline cheerily replies, "Yes, Mommy. And we saw Daddy's giant hard on!" We all laugh, in the dream. Hahahahaha. You're so silly, Daddy! I keep trying to say "I couldn't help it!" Everybody just keeps laughing. But I realize that Carol isn't laughing with them - she's laughing at me. Not in a nice way. Then she turns into a giant evil clown puppet, and I wake up in a cold sweat.

(The clown puppet thing is left over from my childhood, but it still scares the shit out of me. What are parents thinking when they buy something so hideous for a 3-year-old? That grotesque fucking doll stared at me from the corner of my room for years, plotting my violent death. I was too afraid to throw it away because I just knew it would come back on its own the next day, confirming my secret knowledge that it was alive. So for everything that happened after I started having this dream, I blame the clown puppet.)

So I didn't want to get hard in the Family Changing Room. The preventative medicine was easily applied. I suppose it was kind of odd that I was jerking off thinking about seeing my daughter naked, so that I wouldn't pop a hard on when I saw my daughter naked. Like morphine to a heroin addict, I guess.

Problem is, addicts don't always think clearly. The day it happened, I could have sworn that I closed the door. Really. I mean, I always closed the door. Always.

It was after school, and Carol wasn't home. Stephanie made a point to parade in front of me in her underpants as she changed out of her school clothes. "Are we going swimming, Daddy?" she asked coyly. She knew that we were.

"Yes, honey. Get dressed, please."

I went into my bedroom. And closed the door. I always closed the door.

Lying on the bed, eyes closed, hand around my raging cock, I couldn't get the image I'd just seen out of my mind. Stephanie's bikini panties were brilliant white with a yellow flower on the hip, and at least one size too small. The material stretched perfectly skin-tight - no wrinkles could be found. Trust me, I looked for them. The waistband rode so low in front that you could see a small separation on each side, where the elastic leaped straight over the ravine between her pubic mound and her hip. In back, you could clearly see the tops of her perfect cheeks and the dainty cleft in between. The bottom edge curved exactly along the line where her legs met her sex, framing a prominent outline of the lips of her tiny pussy. Even though I'd seen her naked many times, the vision of her in these panties was even more arousing.

Eyes closed. Imagining Stephanie standing by the bed in her underpants. She smiles at me. "I won't tell Mommy," she says. So hard I'm leaking. Squeezing and pumping my cock.

I open my eyes for a second. Not sure why.

Stephanie is standing by the bed in her underpants. She's not smiling at me.

I close my eyes again. Can't be. Can't be.

Eyes open. Stephanie's still there. My hand's still moving. Oh fuck.

Eyes closed. Really tight. I still see her standing by the bed in her underpants. It doesn't matter whether they're closed or not. And now they're closed really tight because I'm cumming incredibly hard.

I keep my eyes closed as my orgasm subsides. I pray that I've gone insane, that it was a hallucination. I really want to be insane right now.

"Are you OK, Daddy?"

I nod slowly. I'm hearing voices too. More comforting evidence of insanity.

"You had sex with yourself," she said very softly. It was a statement, not a question. I don't think the concept had occurred to her before. But she's very bright, my Stephanie.

Yes, honey, I was thinking. I've just TOTALLY FUCKED MYSELF.

I opened my eyes a little. She was still there, looking pensive. Her eyes were wide, fixed on my dripping cock. It throbbed obscenely once more in response to her stare.

"Because of me?"

I was helpless under her gaze. I nodded.

"I'm sorry, Daddy." I think she was, at least partly.

"It's OK, honey", I managed. "You weren't supposed to see."

She looked serious. "I won't tell Mommy." Oh God. My gut clenched and my cock spasmed again at the same instant.

I locked eyes with her. "It's really important, Stephanie. Really, really important."

I think she sensed that I was scared. She pouted a little, disappointed in me.

"Just for us, Daddy. I remember." She pecked me on the cheek and skipped out of the room.

End of Part VII.

To be continued.