Chapter 1

"Dad," said my daughter, "Is this bikini not too revealing?"

I looked up from my book. Alina stood before me in her bright light blue bikini, her hair and body wet with the pool water. With her body wet and shiny I could not ignore that she looked sensual. She had a remarkably good figure for a twelve year old. Slim long legs, high hips, accentuated by the high cut model of the bikini bottom, a tight flat stomach and breasts the size of half oranges, covered by the small cups of the bikini. She had the build of her mother. You could see that this summer so far she had worn a bikini that had covered more of her breasts, buttocks and pubic area. Her skin surrounding the triangle fabric over her tits and in her pubic area was whiter than the rest of her body. For this holiday to Cuba last week at the last moment she had bought this new bikini over the internet. I had seen it for the first time this morning in the hotel room. But if I had seen it before, I would not have forbidden her to wear it here.

"I think it's just fine," I said. "I wanted to tell you this morning already that you've made a good choice."

"It is much more revealing than my other bikinis."

"Yes, but it suits you very well. The color and also the model. You're twelve now Alina. It's okay to show a little more of yourself, you know," I said. "You can already get used to it here in Cuba. Surely there are no people here that we know. No need to be embarrassed to nobody."

Not only did she inherit the build of her mother but also her taste for clothes. At home she often wore short, tight mini dresses and tight leggings and was used to demonstrate her shapes. As the only girl in her class she walked dressed in mini quite regularly. Her mother had bought her a wide range of summer clothes right before she left us.

"Every man is looking at me," she said.

"Haha. Men or boys?" I asked.

"Men," she said. "I wish it were nice and handsome boys."

I laughed at her for her smart comment. Alina was not yet interested in boys at all, handsome or not.

"Should I tell them not to stare at you?" I asked, as a caring, being a protective father.

"No, it's okay," she replied.

"You need to get used to, Alina," I said. "You're an exceptionally beautiful girl for your age. A sexy and attractive girl."

My little girl looked at me with a look like I had just said something horrible. It was the first time that I said something like this and I noticed that it caused a pleasant tingling sensation in my cock. She gave me a sweet smile. She sat down next to me on my chair, sitting astride with her buttocks against my hips.

"You're a sweet dad," she said.

She leaned over to me and put her arms around my neck. I put my book aside and Alina left her wet belly and breasts resting on me. This excited me more than usual when she hugged me and I just felt that my penis was growing in my swimsuit. My daughter almost touched it with her side. I put an arm around her.

"This will be a nice vacation, Alina," I said. "Shall we agree that we will be open and honest to each other and say anything?"

"Don't we always do that?" she said.

"That's true," I said.

I really did not know exactly what I meant to propose. Well, I would like to talk about sex to my girl and about my erect penis and that this was all because of her. I tried to lead our chatting in that direction, I wanted to see how she would react.

"You've had sex education at school, right?" I began.

She looked at me and smiled. She decided to sit straight up again. If she would look aside she would see the shape of my penis, contoured in my swimsuit. That idea made my cock even harder and bigger. We were lucky to be on a quiet spot on the lawn under the palm trees, some fifteen meters away from the swimming pool. But I hoped still that I would not shock my daughter with the conversation.

"Yes," she said. "Why do you ask?"

"So you know about the man's penis of the man and that it can become stiff?"

She started to blush a little.

"Yes," she replied.

"Do you think that is exciting?" I asked.

She thought for a moment and then said:

"I don't know, maybe."

There was a pause.

"I'm curious how you like that sort of thing, Alina," I said. "I want a little talk with you about these things, this holiday, if you like that."

"Okay," she said.

My hand was on her thigh, and I began to caress her a little. She looked at me with a sweet smile that revealed that she found this very exciting.

"We can just do the things that adults do," I said. "We're fine with the two of us and no one will notice."

She probably had no idea what I meant.

"Have you ever seen a stiff penis in real life?" I asked.

"No," she replied.

"Do you want to see your fathers secretly?"

Now she looked at my swimsuit. My swimsuit was a tight fitting boxers model. At home she had seen her father in the same type of boxers underwear of course, but never with such a perfect stiff penis. I laughed when I saw how she looked and how she then looked around us to check that no one was watching us.

Chapter 2

Never before had I submitted myself to sexual feelings for an underage girl, let alone my own daughter. I never even tried something like that, not even the past six months since I was alone with Alina, though I liked when they did something to her budding curves and showed her beautiful bare long legs. I liked young in terms of sex, but not younger than eighteen. Alina's mother was nineteen when I met her, I myself was thirty-five back then. People suspected definitely that I fancied much too young girls and our love felt sometimes like a typical Lolita romance. My ex wife loved to play the young girl when we had sex and then did her hair in such girlish pigtails. But these were just games, nothing more.

If I would actually show my erect penis to Alina now, I would cross a border, permanently. I thought of home, of my family and Aleksandra, my ex wife and Alina's mother. But it was too late already. Now that I had said it, I could just as well do it too. I looked around again. There were no people in our neighborhood on the lawn and there was enough shelter of palm trees and a few shrubs. Alina sat between me and the side of the pool where the people were and protected possible views of this part of my body.

I brought my hand to the left leg of my swimsuit. I hooked my fingers in the opening and I pulled the elastic fabric up and right, over my penis. An overwhelming feeling came over me. I do not think my penis could get any bigger and stiffer yet, but it definitely felt so under Alina's gaze. I pulled the fabric aside so that also my balls were completely exposed. It seemed Alina did not dare to look me in the eyes. Her eyes remained focused on my penis.

"Wow," she simply said.

"Never tell anyone that I have shown you, eh?" I said.

She shook her head.

"Did you ever think that a stiff penis would look like this?" I asked.

"I've seen it on a picture but I did not realize it was so big in real," said Alina.

"Your fathers is big, yes. That is why I could make such a beautiful daughter."

I stroked her thigh again.

"Get him fixed Alina. Put your thumb under it and your fingers over it."

She did what I said. Good lord. I would be ready to come instantly. There was not much more to happen. There was moisture outside, a small stream poured out of my little hole.

"Is that semen?" she asked.

"No," I said. "Not yet. This is for moisture. This is always when a man is sexually aroused."

"Are you sexually aroused?" she asked, and now she looked at me. She held my penis still stuck as I told her, she had her hand stop moving. And that was good. I could not stand much more caressing.

"Yes," I said. "It feels so nice. This is it. But the seed will come close, baby. Move your hand a little now. Let my penis slide in your palm. As if you want to jerk something out of a tube."

I could not and would not stop her. I looked again in the direction of the pool and Alina looked with me, but whether there really wasn't anybody to see us, I was not sure. But the excitement was too big now.

"Go ahead, honey."

There it came. Intense long squirts, uncontrolled gushing out of my penis. It landed on my chest and on my right arm and who knows where else. Alina looked fascinated at what happened.

"Oh baby," I sighed softly. "How wonderful."

I smiled at her from happiness physical enjoyment and stroked her leg again. The smell of my sperm penetrated into my nose. I didn't allow myself much time to enjoy the moment.

"Let's quickly cover my penis again baby before someone sees us like this."

I put my swimsuit back in place.

"Let me clean myself in the sea," I said. "You stay here to watch our stuff."

Before I got up I wiped the globs of my body. The only way to clean my fingers was to wipe them over my swimsuit. I walked to the beach and when I looked sideways in the direction of the swimming pool I saw at least one man look our way. I hoped that no one had seen anything. Would the rhythmic movements of Alina's arm have been noticed by someone? I couldn't say that I felt assured.

Chapter 3

From the sea I kept an eye out for Alina and if she wasn't bothered by any stranger. Dear god, what had I done? How the hell could I have been so stupid to let my feelings go? And where did those feelings come from so suddenly? Was there maybe deep inside me a pedophile desire, always have been? My own daughter. She was sitting on the edge of the chair, but had turned towards the sea. The hand with which she had jerked me she wiped off the grass. Semen stains, went through my head, "probably perpetrator track." It was a nonsense thing to think. I rinsed myself into the sea. And sure enough, when I looked again, I saw a man coming in Alina's direction, I think it was the dude who I thought had seen us. He glanced in my direction, but as unobtrusive as possible. I saw how he spoke to Alina. My daughter answered him politely, well brought up as she was.

I hurried out of the water, but did not want to go running and be noticed. But the man went on his way again, without looking in my direction. He had obviously been estimating that my daughter was being looked after by her father. I took no doubting that the man did not just happen to pass by my daughter. It could hardly be otherwise than that he had seen us before and that he had seized his chance now that my daughter was alone. Or was I becoming paranoid, after my "act" with Alina?

"Well," I said. "I am clean again. What did that guy want from you?"

"He asked my name and how old I was and how long we would stay here," said Alina.

"That was all?" I asked.

"Yes," she said.

She said it was the same man who had glazed at her earlier in the pool. Well, I had to watch this guy, obviously. But I prayed to god that he had not seen anything of what my daughter had done to me.

The rest of the day was really just beautiful and the sense of panic disappeared again. Alina wanted to know how such a large penis would fit into a vagina.

"Yours will never fit me," she said. "Because I am still a child, I think," she added.

"Well, it works quite right," I said. "Didn't you feel a little moisture in your vagina when we were doing this thing?"

She thought for a moment.

"Yes," she said. "I think I did."

"Well, that moisture makes it all easier. Your vagina is quite flexible and will be slippery then," I said.

"When I get a man when I am older, do I have to have sex with him?" she asked.

"Yes, but that happens naturally. You're going to want it naturally yourself. Why do you ask? Do you think you are not going to like it?"

"I like it," she said. "But it seems scary to do with a stranger."

I laughed at her typical worry if twelve years. But I thought it was cool that she talked to me about.

"But that is of course no stranger then," I said. "It's like when you make new friends. She is a stranger at first but you get to know her and trust her quickly."

"Yes, but with a boy it is different," she said.

"You know what Alina? We have almost three weeks holiday here. We will discuss all these things with the two of us. We just make this a sex vacation."

I laughed and Alina laughed with me.

might be continued