Message-ID: <42305asstr$1052309406@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: consanguina@yahoo.com (Consanguina) X-Original-Message-ID: <2aa6a263.0305061536.5d5677cd@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 6 May 2003 23:36:38 GMT X-Spamscanner: mailbox3.ucsd.edu (v1.2 Mar 17 2003 15:04:36, 2.3/5.0 2.43) X-Spam-Level: Level ** X-MailScanner: PASSED (v1.2.7 71260 h46Naco1095328 mailbox3.ucsd.edu) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 6 May 2003 16:36:37 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Daughter-or-Not, Part II (Mf, rom, inc, pedo) Date: Wed, 7 May 2003 08:10:06 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/42305> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar All right, I'm sorry I got so emotional. Be patient with me, please: I've never told anyone about this before .... By the time Karen was a toddler, my wife Cindy had abandoned us. Oh, she still lived at the same address that Karen and I did, or at least picked up her mail there, but she had become utterly, unabashedly promiscuous, going from one "boyfriend" to another, often staying away from the home overnight, and sometimes longer. I simply couldn't understand her actions. Any woman might suddenly choose to neglect or abandon her husband, but her own infant child? I tried to look at it psychologically: was she trying to "distance herself" from Karen because she didn't know whether I, or my slain brother, was the child's father? Was she rejecting the child because she was angry at my brother for dying? Or angry at me, for surviving? Or was she simply an irresponsible bitch who had never cared in the first place? In retrospect, I'm afraid that the latter explanation was probably closest to the truth. But at the time, my efforts at psychoanalysis were cut short by the constant demands of a toddler. By the time she was three, Karen and I were alone together: not just alone in an empty house, but alone in the whole wide world - - - except for each other. And we loved each other more and more with each passing day. When do a father's hugs and kisses and carresses become something more? I truly don't know. For the first few years of her life, I was affectionate with Karen, feeding and changing and bathing her as any father might. But by the time she was three, then four, then five, our constant, enforced closeness began to veer slowly into a sensual direction. At bedtime, instead of merely tucking her in, I would lie down with her, often getting under the covers with her, clad only in my own "pajamas:" a pair of soft gray cotton gym shorts. As we lay on our sides like spoons, I would pull her close, feeling her warm body against mine, separated only by her pink or blue cotton nightie and her panties, and I would whisper in her tiny ear, as her long golden hair, dark and dripping from her bath, dampened the pillow beneath her head. Sometimes I would make her giggle, sometimes I would tickle her, sometimes I would simply talk nonsense to her, softly, until she fell asleep against me .... but when she did, I did not leave her bed, but often stayed throughout the night. I was not even surprised when I first became erect, and felt my cock began to press and thrust against her tiny, perfectly-sculpted, cotton-covered fanny ... I hadn't even thought of trying to actually have sex with the child, but how could I deny that the pressure of her little form against me was stimulating and inviting? Furthermore, I had never been attracted to children before, and felt most men's outrage at anyone who would abuse, rape, or otherwise violate a child. But now, my world was changing. This was my Karen snuggled up against me! She was either my daughter, or the daughter of my brother, the war hero; and (irresistable combination!) she already bore the image of the only woman I had ever really loved, the faithless Cindy. She was absolutely unique! And she was utterly dependent on me. Her love, of course, was as absolute as it was innocent. So when our love made a sudden switch to a new track, on a warm spring evening in her fifth year of life, we were both ready. I am not proud of what happened that night, but please understand me: I am not ashamed of it, either. And I know that Karen wasn't ashamed, either, then or now. As usual, Karen took her bath at the appointed hour; now, because she was such a "big girl," she even washed her own hair and dressed herself, although I helped when help was needed. When she called me to her room, to say goodnight, I climbed into bed with her, as I had done a thousand other nights, dressed in my gym shorts. But tonight there was a surprise. "Karen!" I said with surprise, then modulated my tone so that she wouldn't think I was angry. "Why aren't you wearing your nightgown? Or your ... um, why are you undressed?" She beamed up at me, innocently, blue eyes and pink face framed by the dripping hair, and replied, "Well, Daddy, um, you sleep? like this? Can't I?" Her voice rose at the end of each phrase, turning it into a question. I didn't know that she had seen me nude in the mornings, but why should I have been surprised? The only times I wore the gym shorts, nowadays, was when I was in her bed; it was inevitable that she'd see me. "Um, well, yes, honey," I muttered, "there's nothing wrong with sleeping that way, but why do you want to?" She didn't miss a beat. "Because? You do? Daddy? Why do YOU? Do it?" "Um, well, because it feels good," I said slowly. "Well, I want to! Feel good?" Her eyes were wide with innocence and innocent logic. "Okay?" What could I say? And what possible reason would I have had for saying no? There were a million things in life that might hurt or defile my little girl, but sleeping nude in her own bed wasn't one of them. The only other objection might have had to do with bedwetting, but she was long since out of diapers, and accidents would happen whether she was nude or wrapped up like a mummy. "Yes, well, you're right, baby," I said. "You're a big girl, and you can decide how to sleep." "Oh! Cool!" (Now, where did she pick up THAT word? Foolish question: television!) She threw herself at me, wrapping her legs around my waist, innocently grinding her naked little pussy against my bare stomach. An inch or two farther south, my cock, already hard and throbbing, twitched angrily against the confines of the gym shorts. If I had ever had any hesitations, any doubts, any misgivings, they were gone in an instant. The last time I'd been in a position of such intimacy with anyone was when Karen's mother and I had made love ... literally years before. And now, not only was a happy, giggling, naked female rubbing her sex against me, but my baby Karen was doing so: my daughter, or my niece, or my half-daughter, whatever the term might be. MY Karen .... Without a word, I folded my arms around her and hugged her tight, one hand gently cradling the downy back of her neck, the other cupping her squirming fanny. I kissed the top of her head, the scent of her shampoo better than perfume, and she made a contented little sound, halfway between a sigh and a squeak, deep in her throat. Her arms wrapped around my neck as she buried her face in my throat, and as I caressed her little ass, my fingertips brushed up against the indescribable softness of her pussy. But instead of yelping or laughing or jerking away, she simply pressed down against my fingertips. My cock was now jutting out of the waistband of my shorts. "Okay, baby girl," I sighed, gently removing her arms from my neck and rolling her onto her back. She blinked up at me inquisitively, probably wondering if I was about to tuck her in and leave the room. I reached down and skinned off the gym shorts, tossing them to the floor, then lay back down on my side and let my eyes drink in the sight of her naked, unself-conscious body. She was my baby, my pride and the brightest light in my life; and at that moment of confusion and boundless love, she was the most beautiful female on the planet. "Daddy, I - - - " But I pressed a finger to her lips. "Shh, baby, I'm not going anywhere." I bent over and brushed my lips against hers in only the faintest hint of a kiss, and my fingers began to slowly explore her, stroking across her throat, her utterly flat chest, her tiny peach-colored nipples, her little belly, still soft with baby-fat .... and then my fingertips were replaced by my lips, as I literally kissed her from the top of her head to her little pink toes, which I sucked noisily into my mouth, producing the uproarious baby laugh I most desired to hear .... And then my hands were parting her thighs with infinite tenderness, and my tongue traced down from her belly-button to her pale-pink, ever-so-slightly swollen mound. And I heard myself saying, "I love you, you're only my baby girl, and I'll always take care of you," and as she sucked in a sudden, surprised gasp, my tongue slipped down between her little pussy lips, as my hands grasped her shoulders reassuringly. And there, on a warm spring evening, in my baby girl's bed, I licked her and stroked her and gently probed at her until her little body stiffened, and shuddered, and I only had time to rise up and slip my tongue into her mouth as my cock twitched, and spasmed, and bathed my little girl's belly and chest and face in the hot white fluid whence she had been conceived. Sometime, I do not know when, I rolled onto my back and closed my eyes. When I awoke in the morning, she was swrapped around me, looking sleepily up at me, and although I could not remember it all, I saw the shine of my seed on her smiling, tiny lips. 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