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Daddy's Little Whore

Copyright 2006-2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for
adults only.
Story Codes: M/f, Teen, Prost, Incest Role-play (F/d)

Note: This is the tenth chapter in a multi-chapter story and so you
should read the first 9 chapters first, or I fear this will make
little sense plot-wise. -rr

Daddy's Little Whore
by rache

Chapter Ten - Mad With It


"What am I supposed to do with this?" I frowned, holding the black
velvet box in my hands. Inside was an expensive tennis bracelet, a
gift from one of my customers.

"Shit." Deke shrugged. "Keep it, what's the problem?"

"The guy wants to marry me, or something." I sighed. "I don't know
what he wants."

"So he's a fuckin' moron. Enjoy it." Deke thought the whole thing was
pretty funny, but I didn't.

I'd spent the whole night with Larry, calling him Daddy and letting
him make love to me 3 times before we fell asleep, and then once more
in the morning, before he left my room at six. It had taken forever to
get him off that last time, because he wasn't a young man anymore, no
matter how much he saved himself for our little get-togethers. And I'd
tried again to get him to take the bracelet back, but he'd told me it
was mine, gave me a kiss and promised to see me again soon.

"He's gonna bring a ring next time." I thought aloud.

"Well, he can't marry you if you say no." Deke yawned. "You go home,
I'm gonna call you later, 'kay?"

"Yeah." I nodded, feeling pretty tired myself.

"And don't worry about that guy, he don't mean nothin'." Deke said as
I got out of his car, but I thought he was wrong. Everybody meant
something.

I'd never even come close to falling in love with the guys who paid
for me, but now I was beginning to understand what women had known
since the dawn of time. There's a lot of guys out there who fall in
love with whoever they fuck. Larry didn't love me, how could he? He
didn't even know me. He knew some little part of me, the part that
liked pretending I was his daughter, and having sex with my daddy. He
was in love with the idea of that person, that's all. I couldn't be
her, not all the time, not for him. He wasn't my dad.

I was sneaking back into my house, wearing some hip huggers and a t-
shirt out of my suitcase. Thank god I had that in the back of Deke's
car. The clothes I'd worn to his place were probably ruined. The skirt
for sure, but I supposed the t-shirt would wash clean; it's hard to
ruin a t-shirt. I was used to sneaking in, I did it nearly every
Sunday morning and it was usually no problem. My dad trusted me, he
let me stay at Jen's house about as often as I wanted to, which was a
lot....Every Saturday night basically, when I was really staying at
some hotel, either downtown or by the airport. Deke liked to move us
around every week.

Yep, I was getting pretty good at sneaking around, lying, making
money...Saturday was payday for me, and I had a couple grand in my
purse, rolled up tight with a rubber band around it. Not to mention my
biggest tip, the bracelet which I had no clue how much it was worth,
the diamonds weren't really big, but still. Call it a grand, maybe
1200 bucks? How was I gonna ever explain that to my dad? Oh, gee, I
found it at school, Dad. Can I keep it? Yeah, it was in the box and
everything...Yeah right.

"Kind of an odd time to be coming home, isn't it?" My dad's voice
stopped me cold. I was just coming into the kitchen, closing the door
behind me slowly so it wouldn't wake him up. But it was too late for
that. He was standing there in his bathrobe, like he was expecting me.

"Oh. Hi dad." I know the look on my face said it all. I mean as quick
as I could recover, there was a lot of guilt there for a few seconds
and we both knew it. He'd really busted me good.

"Where have you been, Samantha?" He asked. Daddy was standing by the
sink, making coffee, I guess, but he was doing it slowly.

"I was um..." I swallowed hard, "...at a party."

"A party." My dad nodded. "Okay, so...tell me about it."

"Uh, well it was just a party. Some people, high school guys were
having it." I just stood there.

"Were you drinking?" He looked at me and I stared at him, looking in
his eyes.

"No, I didn't drink anything." I shook my head slightly.

"Are you sure?" He looked really old standing there. "Did you take any
drugs?"

"No Daddy, I didn't." I offered him a smile, just a little hopeful
one. "I might be dumb, but I'm not stupid."

"It isn't funny, Sam." He sighed. "There wasn't any horseback riding,
was there?"

"No." I looked down at my feet.

"You lied to me. You might not believe it, but I do pay attention,
Sam. I listen to what you tell me, and I trusted you. But
this...Staying out all night? All weekend really." He was frowning.
"What about Friday?"

"What about it?" I asked, with a little sinking feeling in my stomach.

"You were staying with Jenny?" He looked at me. "Is that what you were
doing?"

"Yeah." I couldn't look at him.

"So if I called her, if I called her mom..."

"Jeeze, dad. I went to a party last night, okay? I'm sorry." I looked
up, feeling my eyes getting moist. "I won't do it again, okay?"

"I'm protecting you, don't get mad at me." His voice was louder now,
but then he softened. "I just have to know I can trust you. It's just
us here, me and you, and I know it isn't fair. It's hard, Sam, hard on
both of us."

"You can trust me." I wiped at my eyes quickly. "It was just one
party, I'm not gonna do it again."

"Do you have a boyfriend?" My dad asked, and I didn't answer right
away. "Sam, the last few months, I've been a little worried. You
haven't been...I don't know, you haven't been yourself. What's going
on?"

He'd finished fixing the coffee filter and he turned on the pot,
moving to the small table and sitting down.

"Come here, sit down with me." He gestured and I walked over slowly,
sitting down and brushing my hair out of my eyes.

"I'm not blind, Sam." He gave me a little smile. "Something's
bothering you, just talk to me. Please?"

"I have a boyfriend." I nodded. "He..." I cleared my throat, "...he's
okay but, he wants me to do...stuff."

"He wants you to have sex?" My dad sat back a little.

"Yeah." I nodded, playing with my purse sitting on the table in front
of me.

"Uh...Do you? I mean...have you?"

"Had sex?" I looked up, into his face, just so I could see the look in
his eyes, just so I could see if he was jealous, and I hated myself
for that. For playing this game with my dad.

"Yeah." He nodded, looking back at me, but all I saw was concern, a
little uncertainty. We'd never had a talk about the birds and the
bees.

"We did some stuff." I shrugged. "Kissing and um...touching, like
that."

"I see, but you never..."

"No." I looked down again. "He wants me to."

"Right." My dad nodded slowly. "Maybe I should meet this boy. Have a
little man to man with him."

"We're kind of breaking up." I told him, just to get away from that
idea.

"Ah, okay." Daddy was kind of lost, and so was I really. "You're only
15 Sam, that's pretty young for a boyfriend. Maybe you should just
wait, okay? Next year you'll be a little older and..."

"I know." I nodded. "I...That's what I told him, that maybe when I was
older we could..."

"Heh..." Daddy snorted a little. "...No, that's not what I mean. I
think even 16 is a little young for that. I meant that when you're
older, a little more mature, then having a boyfriend is..."

"I am mature, dad." I felt a little prick in my ego. "I'm not a little
kid anymore."

"I know that. I know." My dad said quickly. "You're very mature, you
take care of me, the house. You're amazing sometimes, but Sam, there's
other things in life, like...sex, for example that you can only
understand over time and being 15 just isn't enough time to figure it
all out."

"Love too, right?" I sighed.

"Love too." Daddy nodded. "Especially love. I'm forty years old, and I
haven't figured it out." He smiled and I smiled with him. "I just
don't want to see you getting hurt. I love you, Sam. And I need you
too much, right?"

"You do need me." I nodded, giggling just a little bit. He reached
across, patting my hand. "I'm sorry I lied, Daddy."

"I'm sorry too. I know you had to grow up fast, Princess. But you can
slow down now, okay? That's all I'm saying. You can be just 15, it's
alright. Have fun with your friends, but no more parties. No more
boyfriends, not for awhile, alright?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "Okay, Daddy."

"Promise?"

"Yeah." I got up so I could give him a hug, smiling on the outside and
so confused on the inside, I thought I was dying. But I couldn't show
it. He hugged me back and I didn't want to let go. I wanted to hold
him forever. I wanted to tell him everything, the truth, all of it. I
wanted to tell him what I was doing, what I'd done to myself and my
friends. I wanted to tell him how I felt about him. My real feelings,
inside. I wanted to tell him I was sorry for lying to him and show him
my money and the bracelet and ask him to make it all go away. Fix it
so it would be better. He could do that. He was my Daddy, he could fix
anything. He could fix me, I thought, if only I could tell him I was
broken.

But I couldn't.

"So, uh...I guess I should ground you or something." Daddy said as I
finally let him go.

"Ground me?" I almost laughed, but he looked kind of serious. I'd
never been grounded in my life.

"Well, staying out all night, sneaking in..." He held up his hands.
"...Don't you think that deserves something?"

"Uh..." I licked my lips, looking down guiltily. "Yeah, I guess so."

"What do you think would be fair?" He asked, either because he really
didn't know, or else he was trying to teach me a lesson, and I wasn't
sure which it was. I suspected he didn't really want to punish me
though, but he didn't want to let me off easy either.

"Me?" I looked up at him again and Daddy was nodding. "Um...you
could ...spank me?" I said, and I hadn't meant to say that, but it was
the first thing that came into my mind.

"Spank you?" He chuckled, just a little. "You're fifteen, Sam."

"Well, yeah..." I licked my lips. "But I don't want to be grounded,
dad. Please?"

"I'm not going to spank you." He was smiling.

"Why not? You asked me what I think is fair." I said. "That's fair. A
hard one." And I wasn't asking for a spanking to be punished fairly, I
wanted it bad.

"A spanking is fair, huh? Some people think a spanking is child
abuse."

"I'm not a child." I smiled at him.

"No, you're not." He agreed. "But..."

"And I won't tell anyone you spanked me, believe me, Daddy." I told
him. "That would be the last thing I'd want anyone to know."

I waited while my dad thought it over; not knowing what was going
through his mind. It was a ridiculous suggestion probably, asking him
to spank me, his fifteen year old daughter. He hadn't spanked me since
I was a toddler, and even then it probably wasn't much of a spanking.
More like a swat on my diaper padded butt. My dad was anything but
abusive, in any way you want to define it. But he was thinking about
it, and that meant something, I just didn't know what. I'd wanted him
to do it ever since that customer of mine had spanked me a month
before. I fantasized about it sometimes, when I took my bath, in bed
at night...

"I guess fair is fair." My daddy finally said. He was up, getting
himself a cup of coffee as it had finally finished brewing.

"Okay." I nodded solemnly, trying not to show any emotion, but I was
elated inside.

"I'll spank you this time, but next time..."

"There won't be a next time." I promised.

"...I'll ground you, understand?"

"Yes Daddy." I nodded, standing back up and unbuttoning my pants.

"So um..." He looked at me, staring for a second while I kicked off my
shoes and pushed my hip huggers down my pale thighs. "What are you
doing?"

"You can't spank me with my pants on." I looked at him.

"Oh." He blinked at that and I guessed we had very different ideas on
the subject of spankings and how to do it.

I stood there in my panties, those same ones with the teddy bear over
my sex and folded my pants, setting them on top of my purse. My t-
shirt was a boy's Hanes t-shirt, red with a pocket over my left
breast. It was a small one and little short on me, just covering my
belly button, barely, so I was showing off my tummy and waist above my
panties. I put my hands behind my back; sort of crossing my right foot
behind my left, twisting a little with my hips and watching my dad get
a good look at me. My nipples were hard as stones, poking through my t-
shirt, especially the right one, since there wasn't any pocket to hide
it.

My heart was pumping hard and I felt that familiar flush of excitement
wash over me, so I gave a tiny shiver, little goosebumps appearing on
my arms. I was going to get off, just being looked at by my dad and I
couldn't help but look down his body, to where his cock was waiting
for me, under his bathrobe, inside his pajamas. I wondered if he got
hard seeing me this way.

He was my dad, but he was a man too and he was alone, with no wife to
comfort him. He had to be interested, it was natural. He had to want
me as much as I wanted him, even the taboo of incest couldn't overcome
human nature, could it? Not when a girl, a young woman as attractive
as I was, made herself available and even vulnerable to him. He wanted
to protect me and love me and be my father...but the father part, did
that really matter? He could protect me in his arms, in his bed and I
was offering myself. He had to know it.

"Do you want to sit down?" I asked him, my voice quailing slightly.
"Or should I just...bend over?"

"I..." My dad swallowed and rubbed his temple, staring at me.

"We can do it upstairs if you want." I was feeling bolder, sensing
that I had some control now. He was a man, I told myself, a guy like
all my other daddy's and I knew how to take care of him. "In my
bedroom."

I licked my lips, thrusting my sex out, just slightly as I arched my
back. My panties were tight, pulled across my sex and I knew he could
see the faint outline of my cleft vulva, the plump folds down there,
getting moist as my pussy trembled inside. I was ready, I wanted to
have sex, my body was screaming for it. I was pumping pheromones out
of my pores, trying to attract him, to make my Daddy realize that I
was ready for mating. He could take me, plant his seed inside me. We'd
reproduce, I thought, stripping all the emotions away, down to the
bare biological bones. I wanted him to think that way, to forget all
the other stuff, the conflicting emotions. I wanted him to need me. To
need to fuck me more than he needed to protect me.

"Put your clothes on, Sam." My dad said, looking away from me
suddenly, staring out the window.

I closed my eyes for a long second, feeling them suddenly fill with
hot tears, and I grabbed my pants and purse, and I ran. I ran crying
upstairs, into my bedroom slamming the door and locking it. I got in
my bed, under the covers, pulling them over me and curling up in the
dark there. I wasn't ever coming out.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I fell asleep for a little bit, I guess. My phone woke me up, ringing
on my little night stand, and the little red neon hearts blinking on
the base. I ignored it, staying under the blankets, listening to the
phone until it stopped. It was probably Deke, I thought, and I didn't
want to talk to him.

A couple minutes later it was ringing again, and I counted them...all
the way to 13 before it stopped. Then the phone was ringing
downstairs, our regular phone, which was different because I had my
own phone number and everything. That had been one of my birthday
presents when I'd turned 14, my own phone. My dad must have answered
because it didn't ring very long. And then my phone rang and I knew it
was Jen. She'd called and called, and then my dad told her I was in my
room, so she'd called back. Probably he'd told her I needed a friend,
maybe. Daddy might even have called her first, I wouldn't put it past
him.

"Yeah." I dragged the phone under the blankets with me.

"Hi." It was Jen.

"What is it? I don't feel good."

"What are you doing?"  She asked me, talking soft, like extra gently.

"Nothing. Trying to sleep." I shrugged.

"I tried calling you yesterday, but you weren't home."

"Yeah." I agreed. "You didn't call Friday night, did you?" I asked
Jen, suddenly worried because she'd been my alibi.

"No, of course not." She sounded a little annoyed. "I knew you were
going to your party." She was definitely annoyed, and now I knew why.

"It wasn't my party." I said.

"Yeah, right." She sighed unhappily. "Anyway, I didn't call." But she
made it sound like she'd thought about, just to get me in trouble.

"Thanks." I said, meaning it.

"You're dad's kinda freaked." Jen told me after a short silence.

"What do you mean?" I asked, swallowing hard.

"He called a while ago."

"He called you?" I pushed my blankets away, feeling suffocated
suddenly.

"He called my mom." Jen said. "She asked me about you, if you were
okay."

"What did my dad say?" I asked her, feeling my stomach knotting up
painfully.

"I don't know. She wouldn't tell me, she just asked me if you had
problems at school or anything. If you had like a boyfriend problem,
that kind of thing."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing." Jen sighed. "Like what would I know anyway? You hardly even
hang out with me anymore, you don't tell me anything..."

"Jen..."

"...you go to parties and say you're with me. So what would I know?"

"I'm sorry, okay?" I closed my eyes, thinking it was like the whole
world was ganging up on me.

"Yeah, whatever. I just wish you'd be like you used to be."

"I am like I used to be." I replied, feeling hurt and confused, which
was probably what y best friend was feeling too.

"No you're not, Sam. You're different now." She paused and I didn't
say anything. "Anyway, my mom's coming to your house, I just thought
I'd tell you, you know. I didn't say anything to her."

"Jen, I'm sorry." I said, knowing the words were wasted, but I
couldn't do anything else.

"I know." Jen said. "I'll see ya later." She hung up quickly, before I
could even say bye.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Jen's mother was about the closest thing I had to a mom. My dad had a
sister, but she lived halfway across the country. He didn't have a
steady girlfriend, nothing like that, so I didn't have a step mom, or
even a wanna-be step mom. All I had was Jen's mom, and mostly that had
been good enough. She'd been there to help me with my first period.
She'd taught me how to dress, how to wear makeup, but just a little
makeup, dear...And she'd taught me how to cook, how to shop,
god...Everything. How to clean my bathroom. It sounds dumb, but it's
true.

I learned from watching her mostly. Seeing what a woman was supposed
to be. She was a good mom, the best, and a good wife. She was smart
and pretty and if I'd had any sense I'd have talked to her a long time
ago about what was going on, but I hadn't, and now it was way too late
for that.

My dad knew Jen's parents, of course. I wouldn't say they were best
friends or anything, but they shared their children, me and Jen, so
they had that in common and it was a strong bond. I knew my dad called
Jen's mom sometimes, just once in awhile for a little advice maybe, a
female opinion on some aspect of trying to raise a teenage daughter
single-handedly. My dad was learning as he was going, he'd never had a
daughter before, and his sister barely knew me. Jen's mom knew me
pretty well.

So I guess the only thing that really surprised me was how quickly my
dad had called her. I mean how had he explained to Jen's mom that I'd
tried to seduce him? Because that was what I'd been doing. I'd
practically begged him to take me upstairs and fuck me in my own bed.
Spanking was just a code word for fucking, and he knew it now. And I
was probably the luckiest girl on the planet, although I didn't feel
like it, because I had one of the good Daddy's, one of the ones who
could look at his fifteen year old daughter, be offered her willing
body, and turn away from it. That sort of bothered me because all the
men I knew, all the Daddies I'd met, they'd have fucked me in a
heartbeat.

But not mine, and he was the only one that counted.

I remembered telling myself before, a short time before, that I was
okay. That I could be the good daughter at home and be the bad
daughter at work, at the hotels with strangers. I could split myself
up, like I was two people, twin sisters, and it would be okay. My dad
would never know how I felt about him, what I really wanted from him.
But now I knew I couldn't do that. It was making me crazy, because I'd
have sex with a guy, pretend he was my father, and it would be
good...Afterwards though, I'd feel empty inside, because it wasn't
real. I'd come home and see my dad and I'd want him and I couldn't
control that anymore.

I loved him so much! And all he had to do was love me back. It
wouldn't hurt us, why couldn't he see that? I was being hurt by not
loving him. It was killing me inside, feeling that way all the time
and not being able to express it. I wasn't sick; I wasn't crazy, not
that way. I was normal, perfectly normal, and only by trying to change
myself was I being hurt. I couldn't change who I was or how I felt.

There was a knocking, a soft rap rap rapping on my chamber door, and I
smiled, shaking my head and knowing I wasn't going to change. Jen's
mom was here, she was going to try and change me, but I wouldn't. I'd
tell her that too, I'd tell her everything and then it would be out
and done with and the past would have to live with itself behind us.
And I was sure I was going crazy.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Hi." I said, not even bothering to try and look surprised, like I
didn't know she was coming.

"Hi Sam, can I come in?" Jen's mom, Barbara, or just Barb, was
standing there, looking nice as always, tall and pretty with her
blonde hair brushed and soft green eyes, like Jen's. She was just 33 I
think, or maybe 34 then, because she'd had Jen when she was just 18
years old, married young, but still happily to the same man, and that
was something.

"Sure." I shrugged, climbing back onto my bed while she closed the
door. She sat on my bed too, crossing her legs beneath the dark skirt
she was wearing. Barb always liked to dress like a girl, no jeans for
her, except in the garden.

"Your dad called me; he's a little worried about you. He thought maybe
we could talk a little." She gave me a little smile. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"You know, sometimes when a girl is your age, things can seem sort of
complicated. We get a lot of new feelings and we don't really know
what we're supposed to do with them." She was watching me, speaking
slowly and softly. "We start to feel love for other people, outside of
our families and it can be scary and sometimes we turn those feelings
inward, looking for someplace safe to keep them."

"Inward..." I nodded, "...you mean like in our family."

"Right." Barb smiled. "Exactly, we want to fall in love, it's normal,
but for whatever reason we might fall in love with someone we already
love, like the wires get crossed. The feelings you might have for a
boy at school can be scary. Maybe he won't like you the same way. Or
maybe your friends won't understand why you like him. So instead of
sharing those feelings with that boy, you look for someone you can
trust..."

"Someone who loves me already." I sighed.

"Exactly. Like the love you have for your dad. You've been taking care
of him for a long time and he's always taken care of you. So now you
have these new feelings and your body is changing, you have desires
that you've never felt before...It's easy to direct those things at
him."

"Yeah." I hugged my knees to my chest.

Jen's mom kept talking like that, basically explaining the same thing
in different ways for the next ten minutes while I nodded thoughtfully
every now and then, but I didn't think she was right. Maybe some
people were like that, but not me. My mom was dead. I was supposed to
take her place, that's what I thought. That's why I'd been born; my
mom had carried me and birthed me because she'd known she was dying. I
could feel her sometimes, or so I imagined, like a presence, a caress
on my heart when my dad was close by. When he was holding me close
while we watched television. And I knew it was okay, the feelings I
had. I was supposed to feel this way, the problem was that I'd looked
elsewhere to express them.

That made more sense to me, taking Barb's words and turning them
around. The feelings I had for my dad I'd tried to share with my first
boyfriend, and all the boys in between, until I'd met Deke. I'd looked
for love in sex, a lot of sex, but I'd never found it because I was
supposed to be with my dad. I hadn't realized it until I'd met Deke
and he'd turned me into a prostitute and I'd started having fantasy
sex with my pretend daddies. It had started coming clear to me then,
but I'd still resisted, trying to separate myself from those feelings
at home. And that was my problem.

My wires weren't crossed at all, they were working perfectly now.

"I love my dad." I told Jen's mom when she'd finally finished.

"Of course you do, but you need to understand that the way you love
him is..."

"No." I shook my head with a little smile. "I'm his wife."

"You're not his wife, Sam..." Barb smiled at me.

"Ask him." I shrugged. "He'll tell you. I cook and clean, I wash his
clothes, I take care of the bills. I do everything you do at your
house."

"I know you do, dear, but that's..."

"I do everything but one." I said, staring into the woman's eyes.
"That's all, that one little thing. So why is that wrong? Why can't I
love him the same way I do everything else for him?"

"You're his daughter." Barb leaned over, putting her arm around my
shoulders, rubbing me gently. "You can love him, you can take care of
him, but you can't be his wife. Not like that."

"But I am." I stared at her, wondering why Barb didn't understand. "If
he'd love me back, it would be okay. He doesn't have to be scared of
it. I'm not."

"Oh, honey." Barb put her cheek on my shoulder, her head next to mine.
"You're just hurting yourself now. You're hurting him too, this isn't
going to get better."

"Yes it will." I nodded, blinking because I was crying again. "You'll
see. He'll love me too someday. I know he will."

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Jen's mom left me finally, with a kiss on the cheek, and a long hug. I
think she wanted to cry too, but I didn't know why. She had her
husband. She could go home and fuck him all she wanted. What did she
have to cry about?

My dad came up, carrying some food for me. Some soup and sandwiches on
a tray. I hadn't eaten anything, just stayed in my bed, sleeping
sometimes, but all my dreams were bad. I couldn't remember them, but I
knew they were bad when I woke up with my face wet from crying.

"Did she tell you?" I asked him. My dad was just standing there; he
wouldn't sit with me, even though I could see that he wanted to. He
wanted to hold me, the way he always had when I'd been sad before, but
now he couldn't.

"We talked." My dad nodded. "You need to eat."

"What are you going to do?" I looked up at him, watching him.

"I don't know." He looked down, avoiding me, and I knew he was
thinking about doing something.

"Call a doctor?" I asked him, smiling just a little. "Do they have a
pill to make me stop loving you, Daddy?"

"Sam, don't..."

"Don't what?" I was feeling angry and frustrated and I wanted him to
feel bad for not loving me the way he was supposed to, but I wanted to
love him too, more than anything I wanted that.

"Don't talk like that." My dad sighed.

"I love you, daddy." I told him, saying it the way I'd always wanted
to.

He didn't say anything, he just glanced at the door, like he wanted to
go, but he couldn't.

"Say you love me too, Daddy." I breathed. "Please?"

"I do love you, Sam. You know that." There was a look of pain on his
face.

"So tell me." I said, sitting up a little in my bed, letting my
blankets fall so he could see my breasts swollen beneath my t-shirt,
and the soft skin of my tummy, curving gently inward and then out,
growing into the swell of my sex as I pulled the sheets slowly down
with my hands.

"Don't do that." My dad said, but he was looking at me now. Looking at
my tummy.

"Do what, Daddy?" I whispered innocently. My panties were exposed now
in the warm glow of the afternoon sun, and I touched my thigh, running
my fingertips over the smooth pale flesh.

He didn't say anything and I touched my sex, pressing my fingers
against that little teddy bear, stroking him slowly in lazy circles.

"Nobody's going to know." I promised him. "You don't have to be afraid
of me, Daddy. I love you."


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End chapter ten

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