It had been an unsuccessful date. Moira, a very good looking petite woman in her early-thirties, blonde and very nicely put together, had seemed full of promise. She had a sparkling personality, lovely flirtatious eyes, long lashes and a smile that could light a tunnel. It wasn't until we were into dessert that she mentioned she was a Mormon. Moira, as lovely as she was, deserved more than what I was offering; a pleasant night in the sack. Moira was seeking a partner. I wasn't, despite her being perfectly charming.

No. It had been another unsuccessful date. Perhaps the next date wouldn't be looking for a long term commitment, just some bedroom Olympics.

Pleasantly buzzed from drinks at dinner - maybe a bit more than buzzed - I closed the front door and kicked off my "date" shoes that were too tight and still too new, having been worn only a few times in the past year. Wiggling my toes and arching my feet to restore circulation, I slipped the herringbone jacket from my shoulders and tossed it on an armchair as I entered the living room . . . and stopped dead in my tracks.

There on the sofa was the reason I wasn't looking for a long term relationship. I smiled. Diana, Dee, was sprawled out, one arm up over her head, the other dangling over the edge. Our television was on, some scary movie showing. Her dark brown hair was a tangled mess splayed over the armrest and cushion.

That was when I saw the coffee table and frowned. Sitting proudly, half empty, was a bottle of Stolichnaya vodka. Next to it was a white plastic container of Tropicana orange juice. Bending slightly I found the tall highball glass empty and on its side under the coffee table, ice almost melted. A flash of anger passed through me that vanished as fast as it had arrived. It was my fault.

I'd let Dee have a drink once in a while in the belief that learning to drink at home was infinitely better than learning somewhere else. It was my preferred approach to Dee's education; let her experiment under my watchful eye. Forbidding things only made them more attractive and desirable. Controlled exposure was far, far better, I'd thought. But looking down at Dee passed out on the sofa, I wondered if perhaps I'd been wrong.

Dee, three months past her thirteenth birthday, had sprouted vertically, standing almost five feet tall. Parts of her body had yet to catch up, giving her an awkwardness that I found rather amusing. But in the past six months I felt like I was losing touch with her. She wasn't talking as openly as she used to. I thought the onset of puberty might be the cause since she could be bright and gregarious one day and sullen and withdrawn the next. She seemed to get angry at me for no discernible reason, too. Was it a teenage thing? This evening when I'd left she had been in one of her sullen and withdrawn moods, barely responding to my "Goodbye".

Leaning over, I shook her shoulder lightly.

"Dee," I said softly, not wanting to startle her. There was no reaction. I tried again, shaking her shoulder a bit more forcefully. "Dee!"

Nothing. My daughter was out for the count, drunk as a skunk. What had possessed her to drink like that? She'd never shown a predisposition to heavy binge drinking, usually accepting a single glass of white wine or one cocktail on rare occasions.

With concern washing over me, I slipped my arms under her shoulders and knees, lifting her and holding her to my body. Dee lolled in my arms like a Raggedy Ann doll. She was surprisingly light and waifish, the large T-shirt and soft cotton sweatpants disguising her true size. As I carried her up to her room I realized I hadn't held Dee in my arms since she was eight and suffering from a feverish flu. I smiled at the memory, Dee so sweet, "I hurt, Daddy," said with glassy, trusting eyes.

Climbing the stairs, I looked down into Dee's face. I still saw her eight year old face, but now childhood had melted away, definition had arrived and, in the eyes of a proud father, a natural beauty was emerging. Her light brown - almost golden - eyes were hidden, long dark lashes resting on high cheekbones. Dee's nose flared and relaxed as she breathed, a slender nose, slightly curved, rounding into small nostrils. Her mouth was slightly open showing the tips of white teeth, a pure natural white only the young could have. Dee had a lovely mouth, a delicate bow-shaped upper lip and slightly fuller lower lip, naturally red. She was, in my mind, a very pretty girl.

Kicking her bedroom door open, I entered. As usual her bedroom was a mess; clothes strewn on a chair, on the dresser, and dumped on the floor. Dresser drawers were half open - or half closed depending on your perspective - with more clothes draping out of them. A tornado would have left her room neater. That was her way, though. It would pile up, pile up, and suddenly she'd go into a frenzy of cleaning, restoring order and neatness, vacuuming, dusting, and straightening. Once showroom neat it would gradually decay into the disaster it was; the cycle of Dee; incomprehensible.

Laying her gently on her unmade bed, I tugged the covers down from under her, pulling forgotten clothes off the bed and adding them to the mess on the floor. I sat next to her, the mattress dipping, and leaned over my little girl gently brushing dark brown hair from her face, smoothing it to the sides, studying her sweet face. She reminded me of my ex, so similar. Yet subtle differences made Dee's face softer, more feminine, and, I had to admit, much, much prettier. She, as yet, didn't have the hard edge of her mother's face.

Absentmindedly I caressed her cheek, flushed red with alcohol. I studied my little girl letting cherished memories of her pass through my mind in a never-ending stream, like an old silent film, some memories strong and slow, others flitting at high speed; her laughing face, gorgeous frowns at my antics, Dee learning to swim and afraid to let go of daddy, Dee at six refusing to let me help her learn to ride her new bike, practicing secretly and then proudly announcing, "Look, Daddy, I can ride!"

I felt the all-too-familiar flush of love. Why had she drunk so much? What was troubling her these days? Was this adolescent rebellion?

"Dee?" I whispered with another gentle shake of her small shoulder. Nothing. I bent and kissed her soft cheek gently and the scent of her hit me.

I stared at daughter, my forever pretty little girl. I studied her face, relaxed, so innocent and so young. And, perhaps because of the situation, perhaps because of the wine I'd consumed at dinner, perhaps because of yet another failed date, or perhaps because of her beauty that hit me just so, the temptation was too strong. I succumbed to something I'd wanted to do since she was eight years old, a frequent wish. I bent and kissed my little girl on her small lips.

That first kiss was fantastic. Her lips were silky soft and yielded to mine. I could smell her, all Dee mixed with wafts of vodka. I kissed my daughter gently, the eroticism causing a powerful erection. It was utterly illicit. It was utterly forbidden. It was utterly exciting. It was a deep secret of mine; an attraction to a daughter that, with the loss of baby fat, had emerged like a butterfly from a cocoon - when my daughter had gone from a child to a pretty little girl at eight years old. She'd uncovered something in me; the deep allure of innocent youth.

I caressed a silken cheek, breaking the kiss. "I love you, Sweetheart," I whispered before kissing her again, gently, slightly more pressure against her soft lips. My erection strengthened when I took her plump lower lip between mine and sucked gently, carefully watching her closed eyes for any movement.

My heart raced. I sat up and studied her. Kissing her had been more exciting than kissing any female. Why? I knew. It was because it was my little girl. It was because it was a thirteen-year-old. It was because it was so illicit, so very wrong, such a forbidden act. But it was something I'd wanted to do for a very, very long time.

"Dee?" I shook her shoulder gently. She didn't move. Not a sign of consciousness.

Bending, I kissed my little girl again, loving the feel of her little lips on mine, her small mouth so sexy. With mounting excitement I let my tongue touch her lips lightly, shuddering at the experience. Moving my face down, my cheek against hers, I whispered in her ear, "I love you so much, Honey." Inhaling her scent deeply, I nuzzled her slender neck and kissed it, feeling the gold chain around her neck against my lips. The chain had been my present to her for her thirteenth birthday; an eighteen karat gold necklace with a gold pendant in the shape of Egyptian hieroglyphics spelling her name. I could still see the intense joy she'd shown when I'd given it to her. I could still feel the pleasure of her arms around me when she'd thrown herself at me, hugging me. I could still, to this day, feel her kiss on my cheek. Her pure joy had been so wonderful.

Sitting up, I felt the pressure of arousal, that dullness of feeling that gently lowers barriers and makes the inappropriate seem appropriate. I felt the wonderful sensation of a firm erection tight in my pants. Like a warm blanket, desire settled over me, heavy and familiar. I knew I could never do anything to harm my little girl. But secret desires still flowed through me, titillating me, enticing me; desires that would never harm her, desires she'd never learn about. Under the seductive influence of alcohol it was so tempting.

My hand trembled when I rested it on Dee's flat stomach. I could feel her stomach move under her T-shirt, breathing in, breathing out, slow, calm, rhythmic. Her pale green T-shirt was soft. It was well worn, washed to softness. I trembled slightly when I moved my hand up her young body, my eyes staring at twin little mounds outlined by soft cotton. Was Dee wearing a bra? I knew she had them; small chaste cotton things I'd washed in the laundry, plain lingerie for young girls that to me was so intensely attractive, sweetly innocent. I'd bought them with her, loving shopping for bras and panties with her.

My hand trembled and heart raced, thumping heavily in my chest. Inching my hand up, I lay it gently over her petite breast. My body shook. That first illicit touch sent shockwaves through me. My little girl's breast was firm and upright, perfect. What made it stunningly arousing was the lack of a bra. Her little espresso-cup-sized breast mounded without support. With infinite care I explored the shape, almost conical, delightfully petite, a little hillock that didn't fill my palm and stunningly arousing. Erection straining, I gently, ever so gently traced the sides, explored how they rose, and shuddered when I detected a small nipple at its peak. Dear Lord, I was finally touching my little girl!

Dee snuffled and moved slightly. It was such a shock I yanked my hand back, a flush of terror temporarily suppressing arousal. But she settled again.

"Dee?" I asked, shaking her shoulder harder. No response. It was just so tempting; too tempting.

Emboldened, with arousal suppressing better judgment, I reached for the bottom edge of her T-shirt and slowly drew it up, exposing her flat tummy and her innie belly button. Her stomach below her navel had a subtle curve, a sensual, female curve. Dee was slender and narrow-hipped. On her back the waist of her grey cotton sweatpants stretched across her from hip bone to hip bone like a suspension bridge, a dark, exciting, shadowed gap below.

Bending, I kissed her stomach, feeling little invisible baby hairs against my lips and silken young skin. My hand rested on one small bony hip. Somehow it brought home just how petite and delicate my daughter was, so slender and waifish and young with a physique so celebrated in music videos, the new ideal, and I found it intensely attractive.

I kissed her navel, using one hand to hold the hem of her T-shirt. My cock swelled when I considered a peek; just a peek. I only wanted to see. Resting my face on her stomach lightly, I felt her breathe. My heart was racing. I was hard. I was aroused. I lifted the hem of her T-shirt.

From below, twin mounds rose from her chest. Unsupported, widely spaced, beautifully petite, and barely pubescent, Dee's breasts were stunning, absolutely the sexiest breasts I'd ever seen. A summer tan highlighted them, pale white against golden tanned skin. Nothing in this world could approach the adolescent sensuality of her petite breasts. They communicated youth and innocence and purity, yet blossoming fertility, the approach of maturity; so intensely desirable. The dichotomy was massively arousing; youth, innocence, pubescence, sexuality.

The excitement of seeing my daughter's uncovered little breasts was intense. I couldn't help myself. Sucking my stomach in, I fished into my pants and boxers to straighten my hard erection, letting it point north. I held my cock in the palm of my hand, staring at my thirteen-year-olds' succulent little breasts, my erection pulsing. I wanted to kiss them. I wanted to take each into my mouth, close my lips around them and suck gently. I wanted to nibble on her soft nipple with my lips, tug them and tease them into life. I wanted to arouse my little girl, make her horny, make her want . . . me.

I yearned for her.

My erection strained. Precum dampened my palm. Withdrawing my hand, I sat up, letting her T-shirt go. Dare I? It was so thrillingly illicit, so tempting.

"Dee?" I asked again. No response.

Extreme arousal was now driving my actions. A long held desire for my little girl had been unchained. I wanted nothing more in this world than to have Dee as my partner; my little girl as my lover. Only strong fatherly instincts still held me at bay. Yet, what harm could come from looking? my feverish mind argued.

Staring at the suspension bridge of her sweatpants and the dark alluring gap below, knowing what was carefully hidden from everyone's view, the forbidden, those private places no father should see, I felt a spike of arousal. Could I see? Dare I?

I ached. My cock ached. My chest ached. God I wanted to see, the temptation too much. I'd dreamed of seeing my little darling for years. Could I let this opportunity pass? No, I couldn't. Moving slightly higher on her bed, the mattress dipping again, I turned to look down her slender body resting my cheek gently on her soft tummy, and reached out with a trembling hand. Taking a deep bracing breath, I hooked a finger under the waist of soft gray sweats and lifted.

Slowly the shadowed gap widened. Little white cotton panties appeared printed with tiny red hearts and a small red bow at the waist. When I lifted the waist of her sweatpants higher I stopped breathing. Emerging from the shadowed darkness I saw my daughter's pussy mounding high and pressed against dainty panties. Her sexy mound filled the space between her thighs, soft cotton stretched and tight. God, my little girl's pussy! It looked so sexy. It looked so arousingly plump, full and so, so desirable.

My body ached and trembled. I was in a zone, cock throbbing and rock hard. I stared at the seductive swelling of my daughter's pubis, her incredible adolescent mound. Shaking fingers lowered her sweatpants' waist, the view disappearing. Probing I found the waist of her panties and, with fingertips curled, holding my breath, I carefully lifted again.

Nothing had prepared me for the sight. Nothing in my imagination had approached what I saw. Nothing. Reality was so much better.

Dee's sensual mons swept up off her body. Half way up her sexy mound she had the lightest dusting of dark brown pubic hair, not yet a bush, just a dusting of sexy little hairs. I was panting, heart thumping. It felt like I could see each pubic hair, silky and uncurled, fresh, new, young and intensely arousing.

Dampness leaked in my pants. I desperately wanted to feel my little girl's pussy, touch her, cup her, and fondle her small pussy. What would it feel like in my hand? Arousal fogged my mind, my cock aching for release. There was no rational thought left; the sight of my little girl's pussy was all that I could think of.

The groan sounded heartfelt and loud in my mind. My little girl. My Dee. God, baby I want you so much.

Lying down beside her on her narrow bed, the mattress squeaking, I rolled Dee onto her side facing away from me and turned into her, slipping my left arm under her neck and placing my right hand on her bony little hip. My erection ached. My boxers were damp. Fully dressed, I snuggled up to my little girl and inhaled her scent, my nose pressed to her dark brown hair. My child smelled of lemons and roses and sweet innocence; incredibly arousing. She slept.

Pressing my body to her, my cock pressed against her bum crack firmly. I held her gently, left hand holding her slender body. My other hand slipped from her hip and down a bare stomach, seeking and finding the sensual mound of her young pussy. I inhaled deeply. My erection pulsed. This was it. I was feeling Dee's pussy. I was touching my little girl in her most private place.

Slowly, very slowly, I cupped her. Slowly, my arousal at a peak, I let myself experience something only dreamed of before; to feel my little girl's pussy mound. Fingertips sensed the up-swell of her mons, a seductive rise. Fingertips explored the seductive shape, steep sides, delicate, small yet full. My heart raced. Fingertips gently probed, sensing the beginning of her adolescent cleft and sexy labia. Soft cotton sweats slid under my hand. I delved deeper, slowly, gently, exploring the remarkable shape of an adolescent pussy and finding that natural gap between thighs that had so fascinated me. Moaning silently, I finally cupped Dee's pussy completely. It was heaven.

Closing my eyes, to the sound of her gentle breathing, I held my darling, pressing my hand to her plump pussy, pulling her sexy bum back at me. I imagined sex with my little girl, such a secret desire. I imagined actually penetrating her sexy little pussy. I imagined loving Dee, holding her naked body to me. My hips moved. I started humping my daughter's bum crack slowly, a hand fondling her thirteen-year-old pussy. I humped, pressure building, erection straining, my mind feverishly picturing my little angel naked, legs spread, me on top making love to her, Jesus, actually penetrating her.

It didn't take much. Fondling Dee her pussy over her sweats, pulling her rear back snugly against my groin, and my erection pressed into her bum crack, fully clothed and imagining loving her, the erotic excitement was too much. My climax hit. I inhaled sharply, humped her petite body, pressed myself to her sensual little bottom, my cock swelling, and pressure suddenly released. Sweet release cascaded over me. Semen flowed up to spurt into my boxers. I moaned loudly, humped, and another stronger surge of cum exploded into my boxers, pure pleasure flooding through me. Holding Dee's sexy pussy, I hunched and came, hot semen jetting from my straining erection, waves of ecstasy pouring through me. I came beautifully, humping her, imagining, cock swelling, spurting, climaxing intensely pressed to my little girl's body. I came hard imagining I was spurting into her. I came completely, gasping with pleasure. Finally my climax crested and released my straining body. I slowed and stilled, weak little pulses fading.

With boxers soaked in semen and heart thumping, and with beautiful peace flowing though me from one of the most exciting orgasms I'd had, I gently withdrew my hand from Dee's crotch. Too drained to move, I hugged my little girl, curling my legs against hers. Too intensely satisfied, loving finally having Dee in my arms, sleep overcame me.

It was a dream, Dee decided. She kept her eyes shut lest she wake up and ruin it. It was perfect; better than usual. She felt Dad's warm breath. She felt Dad cuddled behind her, his arms around her hugging her gently. It was a dream she didn't want to wake up from.

Her head felt heavy, probably from the vodka. Wait! If this was a dream, she shouldn't feel that! Cautiously she moved. Oh God! It wasn't a dream! It really was Dad holding her! How?

Thinking, she tried to remember. Yesterday. Right. Dad had gone on another date. Gawd she'd been so angry at him. For years it had been her and Dad, just the two of them. But for some reason, when she turned twelve, Dad had started dating on and off and it had infuriated her. Those other women were taking Dad away from her.

When her periods had started it only got worse. She'd feel helpless rage when Dad would go out on a date and leave her alone, all alone, on her own, forgotten, not important to him. It wasn't fair. It was supposed to be her and Dad against the world forever. He was supposed to look only at her with those sexy eyes. He was supposed to look only at her with that love. Just picturing Dad looking at another woman like that made her so angry.

And every time she lost her temper at him, every time she saw the hurt and confusion in his gorgeous eyes, she felt even worse. Last night she'd tried to drink to forget. Yuck! Never again.

But the arms around her were Dad's. That scent, spicy and attractive, was Dad. That large body behind her, trim yet big, was Dad. And, with a sudden shock, dizziness sweeping though her, she realized that the hand cupping her boob was Dad's! Her reaction was immediate and uncontrollable. Her nipples perked up, tightening, becoming taut, a soft ache developing. She gently placed her hand over his and pressed, her boob growing heavy. Dad's hand was so big, her boob so small. But God the touch, the pressure felt good.

Her thumb gently caressed the back of his hand, pressing his palm to her, arousal gently stimulating. Dad. This was how it was supposed to be. Me and Dad. This was how she wanted to wake up, Dad hugging her.

Slowly, as she basked in his arms, Dee became aware that they were both dressed. How come? She couldn't remember going to bed, either. Had Dad slept with her all night? Dee smiled. He must have. That meant he didn't sleep with that other woman. She sighed and cuddled back carefully, pressing her bum back, pressing his hand against her T-shirt and aching boob, thumb caressing the back of his hand.

She smiled and let her imagination take flight, wondering what it would be like to actually sleep with Dad, properly, not fully clothed but naked together. She wondered what it would be like to have Dad kiss her, cuddle and murmur how much he loved her. She sighed, imagining Dad whispering she was the one, "You're all I need. You're all I want, Dee. No one else. Just you."

Dee felt the first stir of arousal below, a slight twinge in her pussy. Dad slept quietly. A delicious idea popped into her mind. Could she? Dare she? It was such a temptation. Gawd, imagine if! Laying quietly she planned, assessed, and looked at it from every angle. It was sooo naughty. It was too tempting. If she could make him believe it was him, and then let him know she liked it . . .

I felt like I was struggling to rise from a drugged sleep. I felt like I'd slept deeper than ever before. Strange sensations were filtering into my mind; indistinct murmurs, the warmth of a body pressed to me, a calming but intensely attractive scent in my nose, soft, soft silky skin. I must be dreaming. I smiled. Nice dream.

Consciousness lapped at me like small waves, running in, ebbing away. I felt at peace for some reason, calm, and totally relaxed. The intoxicating scent grew stronger, roses and lemons on a spring breeze. I felt a warm body in my arms and, for a moment I indulged and let myself dream; dream of holding my daughter close, of hugging her. I dreamed of hearing my beautiful little girl whisper, "Dad," with love and snuggle into me.

"Mmm. That feels good, Dad."

"Yes, it does, my love," I told my dream. I held something soft but firm in my palm, petite and mounded and warm and sensual, with something even smaller but hard pressed to the center of my palm, a bead. I heard a murmur again, almost a sigh of pleasure.

"So good."

Something pressed the back of my hand. I caressed and squeezed gently. Firm, sensual, beautiful.

Wait! It wasn't a dream. I caressed again, carefully, and heard a moan. My eyes popped open. Memories flooded back at me. I was assaulted by awareness. Good Lord! I was groping Dee's naked breast. My hand was under her T-shirt!

I felt her hand tighten on mine, her thumb caressing. I heard my little girl murmur again, a hugely arousing sound. Her whole body moved, pressing back at me.

"Squeeze it, Dad. It aches so much."

"Dee?"

Her head turned. She partially rolled. I saw my hand under her rucked-up T-shirt. I felt her adorable petite breast in my hand. Golden brown eyes, intensely attractive eyes, glistened with pleasure and arousal. My little girl smiled at me and pressed my hand against her. Everything changed. I lost myself in her eyes. It felt like a ten-ton weight dropped off me. My little girl smiled with such intense love I felt all worries fade, all concern ebb. I was left with an aching heart, love surprisingly painful. I let myself go and the freedom felt wonderful. Desire blossomed feeling welcome and familiar. Smiling, I bent and kissed my daughter.

It was perfect; a delicate, feather-light touch of lips. I caressed a sensual petite breast, my little girl's breast, firm with a tiny stiff nipple; the sexiest breast I'd ever touched. There was no sudden rush of arousal, no sudden need to tear off clothes. As lips pressed together it became a sweet, gentle kiss full of acceptance and promise, laced with love, delicate and intense. It was sensually sweet and innocent yet not; probably the best kiss of my life.

Morning sun was making her room bright. I felt the conflicting pull of a full bladder and a slight erection. I also felt a coarse, crusty sensation in my boxers; dried semen. A flit of shame passed through me.

"Dee, honey," I said, still gently caressing her amazing little breast. "How about we shower and get breakfast so we can talk?"

Dee studied me, probably wondering if I was now going to reject her, find an excuse, apologize and back away. I smiled and kissed her again gently, my hand still caressing her remarkably sexy breast, my erection strengthening. "Yes?"

"Kay," she said softly.

I withdrew my hand, tugging her T-shirt down. "Love you," I whispered with a final kiss on her lips and rolling off the bed. I made no attempt to hide the erection in my pants. I didn't feel the need to, nor feel embarrassed. "Meet you in the kitchen."

Dee collapsed back onto the bed. Her heart was thumping. She put her hand over her boob where Dad's had been. It ached and felt heavy. She smiled to herself. It had worked! Dad hadn't been shocked or angry. He'd sort of melted, his gorgeous eyes burning with love and desire. Dad hadn't yelled. He'd kissed her so gently with so much love it had made her sigh, her heart patter. Dee replayed their kisses, soft and sensual, so full of promise.

Yes, it had worked. Grinning, suddenly full of energy and happiness, Dee jumped out of bed, rifling through her clothes to find clean stuff, her mind on showering. She'd need to shave her legs to make them smooth. Maybe Dad would caress them, or even kiss them. A sexy thrill ran through her as she pictured Dad between her legs kissing her thighs, her . . .

Hustling, Dee made her way to the hall bathroom.

Coffee was brewing with hisses and pops when I noticed Dee appear in the kitchen doorway, slightly reserved, almost shy, big golden brown eyes searching mine. She looked spectacular with loose fitting light-grey hip-hugging sweats, a small ribbed-cotton, baby-blue tank top that highlighted her petite breasts and exposed her flat midriff, and lovely, dainty bare feet, toenails painted red. She'd pulled her dark brown hair back into its perennial ponytail. Yes, my daughter looked spectacular.

I smiled at the gorgeous sight. "Do you think your Dad could have a kiss?" I asked reaching out to her.

A big smile erupted. Dee ran to me throwing herself into my welcoming arms. I hugged my little girl like I'd always wished, arms around a slender waist pulling her body to me. I looked down into golden brown loving eyes and bent, kissing Dee gently, lips closed, pressing against hers. Dee's arms pulled at my waist. She murmured. It was perfect, sweetly innocent, intoxicatingly sensual despite closed lips. Kissing Dee was fantastic.

When it broke, Dee pressed her cheek to my chest, hugging me tight. I heard a quiet sigh and smiled. I knew all was well. Love swelled up inside me.

"So, breakfast. What would you like?" I asked.

Dee leaned back, smiling at me. "Eggs and bacon?" she asked hopefully.

"Okay," I agreed.

The new intimacy, the promise in the air of more, an unstated understanding, was thrilling. It was exquisitely sensual. Then Dee blew my mind when she told me her mood-swings were all related to my dating; so obvious in hind sight. Her blush when I admitted to loving her, not just like a daughter, but like the most perfect girlfriend I could ever imagine, made me flush with love and renewed desire. A suddenly new relationship emerged, tantalizing, exciting, expectant.

As breakfast was made and consumed I was acutely conscious of Dee's small personal touches, an arm around my waist while I cooked, a shy delighted smile when I caressed her delectable little ass lightly; something that brought on an erection. Her laughter sparkled. Her eyes twinkled with happiness. I drowned in my daughter's blushing pleasure. I'd never experienced the full force of adolescent love, or, if I had, I'd been too young to fully appreciate it. I wallowed in Dee's sweet love, her obvious pleasure, her extreme happiness. I wondered if she could see how intensely happy I was. It was more, much more than sexual for me. In Dee I saw someone I wanted to have at my side always; to never be parted from. It was everything I'd ever wished for.

Dee blushed slightly when I cleaned up the half empty Stolichnaya vodka bottle. She positively radiated pleasure when she heard me call and cancel a planned date, and I spent the day with a radiant, excited young beauty. I teased and groped gently, drowning in her giggles and the pure pleasure that radiated in her face. "Dad! Really!" she exclaimed with pretend disapproval when my hand tried to slip under the waist of soft sweatpants to grope a thirteen-year-old bum.

I walked on clouds, had a partial erection all day, and reveled in Dee's adoration. It was thrilling to see a daughter grow into a sweet, shy girlfriend, yearning to do things, hesitant, sexy. And every so often I pulled her to me gently, tilting her pretty face up with a finger under her chin, bent and kissed my little girl chastely, a promise of more, an expression of desire that thrummed through me. Every time I did, Dee would melt into me and sigh.

Anticipation was achingly painful and so wonderful.

Dee sat on the sofa holding Dad's hand in both of hers. She wasn't really following the television. Every so often she sighed deeply. She was so happy, so intensely happy. Dad had charmed her all day, grinning and trying to grope her small boobs or ass, making her giggle with pure delight as she twisted away, hoping he'd try again. She'd melted at his sexy kisses, his warm lips pressing against hers with the promise of so much more. She'd made several trips to the bathroom needing to dry herself. She was constantly horny, achingly horny, the ghost of his big hand on her boob never far from mind.

The best part though, was when Dad had called-off his date. She knew she'd won. She knew all was as it was supposed to be; her and Dad together. Sitting next to Dad now, she felt butterflies in her tummy. Would she be sleeping in Dad's bed tonight? Would they be naked together? What would it be like? Was she going to have sex? Would it really hurt? If it did, she wouldn't show it! It was exciting and scary at the same time. Yet she worried. She knew Dad loved her but maybe he wouldn't like her when he saw her naked. Maybe she was too inexperienced and naïve to make it good for him. Beyond what she'd seen on the Internet and heard from her friends and read in magazines, she really didn't know how to please a guy sexually. Were her boobs too small? Would Dad be disappointed? He seemed to like them this morning.

Her palms dampened as she held Dad's hand. Her grip tightened, worries about not being good enough for Dad outweighing concern for how much it might hurt the first time. Oh no! Would Dad be disappointed she didn't have her cherry? Gawd, would he think she'd done it with someone else instead of accidently breaking it when masturbating?

Suddenly Dee started to tremble, assailed by doubts. She'd yearned so hard. She'd wanted Dad so much. But she was only thirteen! Dad wasn't going to get as much pleasure as he did with those other women. They were experienced. She wasn't. She didn't know how to make sex good for him. She was too small, too young, too inexperienced. What was she supposed to do? How come she didn't know? What would Dad want her to do? How would she know if he was satisfied? What were the signs?

Tremors made her shake. She could feel tears approach as she had visions of Dad's disappointment at her childishness, everything falling apart, Dad finding someone else who would know what to do to satisfy him.

"Dee, honey? What's the matter?"

She looked up at Dad, eyes wide, trying to find the words and tell him how much she wanted him, how desperately she wanted to make him happy and satisfied sexually; how scared she was that she couldn't. She saw him study her with his calm, warm brown eyes. She saw a soft smile emerge that made her heart patter. She watched his head bend, his lips grow close. She felt his lips touch hers, soft and warm and reassuring. A shiver passed through her as her eyes closed, all her senses focused on Dad's lips, Dad's kiss. So exciting. So perfect. Dee opened her eyes when the kiss ended. Dad stared at her with a smile. He was so handsome it made her heart ache.

"Sweetheart, you have no idea how happy I am; how good you've made me feel. Thank you, Honey. Today's been perfect."

Dee smiled gently squeezing his hand, somewhat mollified but still nervous.

"Is it time for bed?"

Not trusting herself to talk, she nodded. Letting Dad lead her, she followed, heart thumping. Would he lead her to her bedroom or his?

I noticed Dee's "deer caught in headlights" look as I led her upstairs. I knew from her every action throughout the day how she felt. But I also understood her sudden nervousness, too. Leading her into my bedroom I turned and hugged her, sweet and small in my arms. I kissed her crown.

"How about you change and tonight we just sleep together. I'd really love to have you sleep in bed with me," I said.

Big eyes peered up at me. A smile appeared. "Kay," she whispered softly.

"Well, go on then," I said, turning her by the shoulders. "Go get changed. I'll meet you in bed."

Dee started to leave. I called out. "Wait!"

She turned her head to look at me, questions floating through her beautiful eyes. I grinned, bent slightly and groped her ass gently, caressing and feeling the shape of succulent young buttocks under sweatpants, so sexy. "Just checking. I've been admiring it all day. Very nice," I said. "Okay. Now you can go."

The way she suddenly darted out and the giggle that echoed in from the hall told me she was already relaxing. She must have moved with the speed of lightning because, leaving the bathroom in boxers, I found Dee huddled under the covers staring at me. Her eyes ran down my body and up. I felt the heat of their passing. An erection formed. There in my bed was my little girl, my thirteen-year-old daughter and, sooner or later, I was going to have sex with her!

Lifting the sheet, I slipped into bed, erection strengthening at her smile. Reaching for her, I drew her to me, inhaled deeply. "Dee," I sighed.

Like a kitten, Dee snuggled into me. "Dad," she responded softly.

Facing each other, front-to-front, I caressed her cotton-covered back, gliding my hand down, following a knobby spine towards the dip at her lower back. I continued as she nuzzled her face into my chest and felt that surge of arousal, that wonderful pulse of anticipatory pleasure when I held my little girl's compact bottom in my hand. "You have a spectacularly sexy bum, Dee," I announced, caressing her beautifully shaped rump. "So far it's one of my very favorite parts of you." She giggled and twitched when fingertips explored the outline of a sexy crack under little cotton panties. I was completely erect, my cock trying to rise, stopped by her body pressed to me.

When Dee playfully wiggled her bum to displace my probing fingers, my erection popped up. I knew she felt it, her body suddenly growing still. Rolling her over onto her back, I rose, bent and looked into her eyes. "Tonight we just cuddle and sleep," I said, adding with a smile, "and maybe kiss a bit."

A small shy smile emerged on her pretty face before I kissed her gently, loving the feel of her silky lips against mine, small and sensual. I'd never tire of her sweet innocent kisses. With a sigh, I rolled onto my back and drew Dee to me, holding her close. I was not going to force her to make love with me. I was never going to force her. That was one step I'd never be capable of.

Reaching out, I fumbled with the remote, cool blue light flickering in the bedroom. I turned the bedside lamp off. Dee cuddled to my side, her arm thrown across my chest. I let her seductive scent of sweet innocence and youth lull me to sleep, happy beyond words to have my little girl in bed with me. If nothing else, just sleeping with my daughter was heaven.

Motion woke me, the silent television sending spooky blue flickers through the room. A hand held mine, guiding it slowly. I was spooning Dee again, her body small against mine. Soft bare skin slipped across my palm. Suddenly I realized Dee had lost her T-shirt, her warm bare back pressed against my bare front. My penis reacted and slowly became erect as a small, sexy, perfectly formed but petite breast pressed into my hand. Lord it was sexy in its smallness.

I heard Dee sigh as she pressed my hand to her, her compact bum wriggling slightly as if trying to press back. I wondered what to do. Should I let her know I was awake? Should I play dumb? Her thumb caressed the back of my hand lovingly. Dee had a spectacular little breast, firm, warm and sexy, so amazingly arousing. I adored it.

"Can you rub it, Dad? It aches."

Her voice was a soft whisper. I smiled. She knew I was awake. How? Gently cupping her gorgeous little breast, I used my thumb to trace the steep side and caress the nipple at the peak. My erection strengthened it responded, hardening. There really was no more perfect breast in the world, so dainty and sexy, young and exciting. Dee moaned quietly and pressed her bum back against my cock. It felt like she wanted to crawl back into me and I'd have been perfectly happy for her to do it.

Lifting my head, I kissed her earlobe. "Dee, honey, can I kiss them?" I asked.

Her head turned to look at me. "Okay," she said, blushing slightly, her hand tightening on mine.

I rolled her onto her back, staring into her eyes, waiting for her to signal permission. Eventually a small smile emerged and her hand let mine go. Her other hand covering her other breast fell away. I glanced down and sucked in a breath, stunned by how gorgeous my little girl's breasts were, tan lines emphasizing snow white mounds. Petite and upright, they were widely spaced, hard little nipples pointing outwards, her areolae a dusky brown. They were stunningly perfect, young, adolescent and incredibly sexy. "You have beautiful breasts, Dee," I whispered in awe.

"You think so? They're not too small?" she asked, eyes questioning, hoping.

"Yes. I think so," I assured her, bending and letting my lips touch a nipple lightly, a teasing kiss. "They're absolutely perfect. I love them just the way they are."

I lightly kissed the other, the twin, just on the tip of her nipple and, with a soft kiss between them on her chest, I returned to the first. My hand found her side, down by her hip where her bum swelled out seductively. Dee was still wearing her panties. This was remarkably erotic. Nothing could compare to my daughter's sweet adolescent beauty. Nothing.

Now absorbed by her breasts, I let my lips part slightly, taking in her nipple, so small. I nipped it with lips and earned a quiet moan. Dee's hand found the nape of my neck. Encouraged, I did it again, loving how tiny yet hard her nipple was. Anticipation built. What would it be like to take her whole breast into my mouth? They were small enough, a perfect mouthful, I thought. When I kissed her nipple, her areola puckering up nicely, Dee's hand applied pressure to the back of my head. She arched her back off the bed pressing her breast at me to get more stimulation. I opened my mouth.

It was stunning. I loved the feel of my lips sliding down over her petite breast, silky soft and firm, so young. It fit perfectly, a sensual, exciting mouthful, resilient and arousing. Her nipple was hard against my tongue. When I applied gentle suction and teased a nipple with my tongue Dee moaned, her body moving slightly.

"The other one," she urged, her hand guiding me. "It aches so much, Dad."

Her words thrilled me. I adored her arousal.

Her second breast was the equal of the first. I caressed one while gently suckling at the other, my erection now rigid, hard and pulsing. The vision of her mons pressed against little cotton panties jumped to mind. Sliding my hand away from her breast, it slid down across a flat stomach, across a cotton waist band and, with Dee groaning, I cupped her sexy little pussy over her panties, a perfect peach in my hand, rounded and full yet young and petite and so arousing. Dee groaned again and curled her hips up, pressing her pussy into my hand.

"Daddy," she whispered as I stroked her cleft gently; up and down, up and down. "Daddy," she whispered again, hips hunching up. I sucked her little breast harder caressing her nipple with my tongue. "Daddy," she sighed, sweet music to my ears, my fingertip tracing a sensual short camel toe, pressing my finger to her cleft harder.

Breaking away from her breast, I leaned over her face. Dee's golden brown eyes were suffused with arousal, soft and full of pleasure. She smiled at me and, as my hand moved up to slip inside soft cotton panties, as I gently slipped my hand deep and cupped my little girl's succulent thirteen-year-old pussy, feeling her silken pubic hairs, I watched Dee's eyes narrow and close slowly, giving herself over to me. It was so arousing, so sexy.

This time when I kissed her lips her response was remarkably different. Her hand reached for me. Her hips curled up pressing her pussy into my palm, her lips parted and, when I touched her lips with my tongue she moaned into my mouth. Her tongue hesitantly touched mine. She opened her mouth to me and suddenly my tongue was probing her moist mouth, tongues intertwining. My cock ached. My daughter's pussy felt small and hot in my hand. Dee's tongue followed my withdrawal and probed into my mouth, her breath puffing through her nose. My heart rate jumped when I felt slippery, silky moisture in my daughter's cleft; my thirteen-year-old aroused! My moistened finger slipped easily between warm labia to probe her cleft. Dee's tongue probed deeper into my mouth matching the movement of my fingertip.

Heart thumping loudly, the tip of my finger held by silky soft labia, warm and sexy, I touched her entrance nestled deep in her cleft, my little girl's vagina. A deep shudder shook me. I was touching Dee's most private place. Resisting the urge to probe, I drew slippery arousal up and found a small, hard clit, caressing it, rubbing gently, circling it, pressing against it and slowly rubbing faster. Dee murmured, her body started the age-old movement of arousal. I teased her little clitoris harder. She grunted into our kiss, body jerking. Her hips surged up, the kiss suddenly broken by a gasp for air.

"Daddy!" she cried out so sweetly, her small body trembling.

In awe, I stroked my little girl's clitoris, drowning in the intensity of her climax. She grunted quietly and hunched, muscles straining, body rigid, relaxed, rigid, stomach sucked in. She cried out like a kitten, trembled and shook through her climax, collapsing spectacularly, panting and reaching down to still my hand in her panties.

Snuggling took on new pleasure for me.

To me there is nothing more erotic than a female climaxing. The tremors and shakes that take over, legs flexing, breath suddenly panting, mouth open, and eyebrows knit, are stunningly arousing. When it's a young girl the effect is even more powerful. Yet, despite a hard erection I held Dee gently. I felt her orgasm fade, her heart calm. It took minutes, occasional tremors passing through her, her body trembling every so often from residual pulses of her climax. Dee clung to me, her face buried under my chin. She smelled of little girl and sex. I loved it. I'd sacrifice my orgasm any day to experience my daughter's pleasure. It was more beautiful than any I'd experienced before; certainly more exciting. I wondered what Dee would taste like and brought my hand up to my nose, inhaling, trembling, and cock aching from the sweet seductive scent of female arousal.

The bedside alarm showed three in the morning. I was fairly sure my night was over. I was fairly sure my little girl had no more in her. Smiling, despite an erection, I was very, very happy. I let sleep slowly creep in, holding my darling close, her body pressed to my erection. Perfect.

A warm hand woke me; a warm probing hand. I basked in the tender exploration for a moment or two. Knowing it was my daughter touching me only made my erection ache more. It seems, with her climax, Dee had lost any shyness. But unfortunately a bladder called. Reaching down, I removed her hand. Opening my eyes, I smiled, kissed a gorgeous face and rolled out of bed, my erection waving in the air through the flies of the boxers. "Gotta go, Honey. Be right back. Don't go anywhere," I instructed with a wagging finger and pretend frown.

Dee collapsed back on the bed. Her heart was racing and deep inside her groin she felt her arousal, the memory of Dad's hand touching, caressing, rubbing her clit, giving her a glorious orgasm. Dee squeezed her legs together, a pulse of excitement hitting her. She heard the toilet flush and water in the sink start.

Dad had been sound asleep. He hadn't woken when she'd slipped out of bed to relieve herself. He hadn't stirred when she'd slipped back in and cuddled to his side. He hadn't moved when she'd discovered his erection with a trembling hand, her heart pounding. Dee had used a light touch to trace the outline under his boxers. She'd been amazed. Dad's cock was much larger and thicker than she'd thought; at least it felt that way.

With infinite care she'd found the opening and eased her fingers inside his boxers, clamping her legs together when her clit had suddenly pulsed. It was amazing. Dad's cock was soft to the touch but hard and thick. She'd gently curled her fingers to measure him. A shudder shook her when she couldn't encompass his shaft, her fingertips not meeting. That went in her? How? Holding it, she thought it was much, much thicker than the ones she'd seen on the Internet.

Her hand had probed, finding dense, soft pubic hair. Dad had slept through it all until she'd squeezed his shaft. Glancing up, Dee saw Dad looking at her, not stopping her at first, his sexy eyes warm with desire, a smile on his lips. Her heart had skipped.

She knew from his smile he liked what she was doing. And, knowing she excited Dad sexually, Dee relaxed. She knew, no matter what happened, Dad would be happy, even if she didn't have experience, even if she didn't make love properly. She'd seen the love and desire in his sexy eyes. It was like a huge weight had lifted, freeing her to just enjoy, to do all those things she'd dreamed of doing with Dad. She smiled broadly. This could be fun!

The sound of water ended. Dee glanced at the bathroom door. Dad walked out and she immediately noticed he no longer had an erection. For a split second she felt saddened. Then, with a mischievous thought, she wondered if she could turn him on. She smiled at him. He paused in the middle of the room, staring at her.

Smiling, Dee edged the sheet down from her neck, watching Dad carefully. His eyes were locked on the sheet. She slowly lowered one side to the top of her boob, then, before exposing herself, slipped her bare leg out and over the sheet, Dad's eyes glancing down and up. A smile emerged on his handsome face.

"Do you like my leg?" she asked, lifting it and moving it in the air. "Should I shave it?"

His gaze heated up.

She let her leg rest and slipped the sheet down slightly, revealing one boob to him. "How about this?" she asked softly with a grin. "Do you like my boob?" His growl, a deep rumble in his chest, made her shiver in excitement. "It's not too small for you, is it?" When she caressed the tip of her boob with a finger and saw his erection appear, her smile turned into a grin of satisfaction. She could! She could turn Dad on!

Dee slipped the sheet to her waist and cupped her little boobs. "The left one's a bit bigger than the right one. Wanna feel?" she asked, still grinning. When his erection bobbed inside his boxers she giggled. Holding her boobs, her nipples aching and hard, she used her feet to tug the sheet down further, slowly revealing her panties to Dad.

Suddenly his eyes narrowed. He growled at her, his erection pulsing. She laughed at him and, when he grinned, her breath was taken away, so handsome. But the giggles returned when he dived onto the bed, the whole frame banging into the wall. Watching Dad crawl up between her legs and loom over her, so large, the heat of his eyes burning, Dee felt her pussy clench. She took her hands away from her boobs. Dad, on hands and knees, bent his head and gently took her boob into his mouth, sucking gently. Her pussy ached. A hot flush coursed through her. Arousal stormed in.

He sucked her other boob, nipples sore, and moisture leaked out when she inadvertently squeezed her legs together, dampening the gusset of her panties. She wanted to feel Dad on top of her for some reason. She wanted to feel his weight pressing her to the bed. She wanted to hold him, wrap her arms around his broad shoulders. Shuddering, she realized she wanted to wrap her legs around him, wanted to feel him, wanted him inside where she ached so, so much. Suddenly she wanted to make love with Dad, needed to make love.

Reaching up, she held his shoulders. "Daddy?" she said softly. "Please?"

"You sure, Honey? There's no turning back afterwards."

"Uh-huh. I'm absolutely sure."

Dee watched him rise, so big and strong. She felt his hands at her panties and raised her bum for him, a flush of pride filling her when he gasped.

My little girl looked spectacular lying below me. Her sexy, sexy little boobs had puffy areolae and stiff, aroused nipples. She was so slender, young, so appealing; a petite girl in the full flush of puberty. She'd teased me like a pro, driving my desire higher and higher. Reaching for her panties my heart pounded. I was about to take my little girl's panties off. I was about to see my daughter's pussy in daylight.

When she lifted her bum, her plump pussy pressed harder to girlish cotton panties, cotton stretching, a sexy camel toe forming. Cotton felt soft against my fingertips. This act, this action of pulling my daughter's panties off was so arousing. And, first slipping the back over her lovely bum, I stared as the front slowly revealed a rise, the beginning of her mons, bare skin. I stared, holding my breath as little dark brown pubic hairs appeared, almost straight, some long, some short, a sprinkling of pubescence. The small beginning of her cleft emerged and, when the gusset finally released from her pubis and snapped away, I saw the full magnificence of Dee's sex.

I was mesmerized. I stared. My cock ached and tented my boxers. Dee lowered her bum to the bed. I studied the sexiest pussy I think I'd ever seen. It was at once young and immature yet pubic hair spoke to the onset of maturity. Her pussy retained the fullness of a little girl, made more so by her slender body. As her bum pressed to the bed, it flared at the sides adding shape to her. Dee's bony hips and pussy made a seductive triangle and, when she raised her legs high to let me slip her panties off, breath whooshed out. My eyes locked on a pouty little pussy emerging from between slender thighs, two plump labia lightly dusted with pubic hairs and, God forbid, a little clit held like a pearl, nestled by her lips.

"Jesus, Honey," I managed to gasp.

Dee shook her legs, starting me out of my paralysis. I slipped panties up slender legs, tossing them away and grabbing two dainty ankles, her legs now vertical. Taking one foot, I kissed her toes, one after the other. She giggled and squirmed, her face shining with pure pleasure. I kissed the toes of her other foot, paused, grinned at her and rubbed my rough, un-shaven cheek on the sole of her foot.

I shouldn't have done that. It changed the mood dramatically. Dee suddenly erupted in a storm of giggles. "Dad! Dad! Stop!" she gasped, twisting her legs out of my hands. She rolled onto her front, giggling hard. And then she peeked at me over her shoulder. She grinned. Simply stunning. Pure, unadulterated mischief entered her enchanting eyes and she wiggled her compact, naked little bum. That made me actually look at her rear. Fuck me. It was small and compact, twin buttocks forming a perfect little pear-shape, small creases where her buttocks met slender thighs. Between a youthful gap between slender, young thighs a seductive pussy peeked at me. Her buttocks flexed and clenched, dimples forming on either side.

"Nice bum?" she asked.

"God help me, Dee. Fantastic," I said. Staring at her wondrous behind, I tore my boxers off. I wanted nothing less than to make love with that bum . . . and her. That was the single thought echoing through my empty sex-addled head. Me, making love with this beautiful child.

To my utter amazement, Dee giggled at the sight of my erection and rolled away. She rolled right off the bed as I knelt like a statue, erection rigid and pointing. Standing, naked and sexy as hell, she grinned at me, eyes twinkling with pure happiness and something more.

"I'm hungry, Dad. Let's eat!" And, with a burst of giggles, she danced out of the bedroom, her bouncy little butt following her.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Who taught her to be such a tease? "Hey! Get that cute little ass back here!" I yelled, my erection waving in the air.

"Gotta catch me first," echoed in, more giggles following.

I did. In the living room.

I grabbed the naked little girl, arousal punishing me. I grabbed the giggling minx whose eyes were glistening with pure glee. I hugged the naked nymph to me, my cock sliding wetly up her tummy. Dee's smile was so bright, her look of pleasure so intense. I glanced down between us and saw my erection pressed to her, two small white breasts on either side. Dee glanced down.

"That's big," she said, rubbing her chest from side-to-side. She leaned back in my arms slightly. Her hand came up. With an unbearable gentleness my daughter held my shaft. A bead of clear precum emerged when she stroked me once and that was that. The long two-day tease, the sexy sight of a naked little girl, her adorable giggles, her charm, her sweet innocent sexiness, and years of desiring my daughter was too much for this father.

Standing in the middle of the living room, naked, I came. My body tensed. My erection swelled. I grunted and semen tore up to spurt between us, thick white cum arching out to land on my daughter's chin and chest. She reacted, squeezing my shaft. A wave of pleasure tore through me, semen exploding in a long, long rope to hit her neck and slowly drip down.

"Gawd, Dad," she said, her fist holding tight. It was agony. I hunched and fired another load, sweet release, sweet release.

As if startled into action, Dee stroked my shaft and I drowned in my climax, spurting thick semen all over my little girl, watching as it dripped down between widely-spaced little boobs and her flat stomach. I heaved and gasped, drowning in sweet release, knees weak.

When my orgasm faded and released me I was still mentally horny. And it got worse when Dee, still holding my shaft, rubbed the crown across her cum-covered chest, swiping it over small, firm breasts and spreading my semen.

Her face turned up to me. "That was amazing, Dad. It's really hot!"

God help me. I hadn't even had intercourse with her and I felt like she was going to kill me. Reaching down, I grabbed two firm, young buttocks and lifted her. Dee automatically let my cock go and wrapped her legs and arms around me.

"I think we need a shower," I said with a kiss.

"No kidding!" she agreed with enthusiasm and a big grin, rubbing cum-covered boobs against me. "I always wondered what semen looked like when it spurted. It came out really hard."

I hugged her tight with a big smile on my face.

Breakfast was simple. I didn't have the energy to cook. All my energy was focused on how to get Dee in bed and actually have sex, actually have intercourse. It seemed I was pretty incapable of it based on recent events. Dee seemed oblivious to my need, smiling and chatting, eyes glittering with excited pleasure. She'd proved to be an accomplished washer in the shower, almost bringing a certain appendage back to life. I'd groped and stroked her sexy, soapy body to many giggles and pleased blushes and, given slightly more time, would have achieved another erection. But Dee had called an end to our frolics declaring she was hungry.

As Dee planned our day, all I could see at first as I stared at her across the table was a sexy naked adolescent girl on my bed, someone I longed for, ached for. That thirteen-year-old was going to be mine and soon, damn it. But gradually her effervescent planning distracted me.

". . . so we'll need to shop. Okay?"

"What?"

"Dad! You weren't listening again!"

I grinned. "I was watching," I said.

Dee smiled. "So stop staring at me and picturing me naked," she said. "Listen," she ordered.

How the hell did she know I was doing that? "I wasn't. . . Okay, I was," I admitted. "And let me tell you, Honey, it was spectacular. I particularly liked your little . . ."

"Dad!"

Her blush was beautiful, especially when I saw the pleasure in her expression.

"Fine. What shopping?" I asked, not interested in the slightest.

"Dinner," she said and continued talking, her hands now joining in the conversation, spoon waving, finger pointing.

I didn't listen, far too absorbed with watching her pretty, animated face, her gorgeous eyes twinkling. Dee was back in full force, ebullient and full of character, just like before she'd become moody. The feelings going through me were intense. I'd discovered the beauty of her, the sexy, sensuous side to my daughter. I'd experienced her climaxing. I'd experienced her naked. I'd experienced remarkable playfulness. I'd experienced an orgasm with her. I'd experienced my little girl in a way that I'd never experienced any other person, and I loved it. I was shocked to realize I didn't really care it we didn't have intercourse, even though I wanted to. This Dee, this girl who was so care-free and happy, this was what mattered. I thanked my good fortune. I was undeniably the luckiest man on earth.

". . . and you can choose the wine."

I swallowed the "Huh?" that wanted to escape, too embarrassed to admit I'd not heard a word. "Great," I said. "When do we leave?"

"Now. We're dressed," Dee said.

I studied the large T-shirt and tight jeans. Nice, but . . .

"Uh, Dee, do you think you could wear something else?" I asked hopefully.

I was grinning broadly when she descended the stairs in a ribbed cotton tank top, light pink this time, and sexy hip-riding Capri pants, sandals on delicate feet. Man did it show off her adolescent body to perfection.

"Better?" she asked.

Walking around her I inspected. Her petite breasts mounded the top perfectly, suggestive and alluring; no bra. Her Capri pants hugged her bum and hinted at her butt crack, two small lovely buttocks outlined tightly. "Perfect," I announced.

"Dad!" she gasped, pushing my groping hand off her butt with a lovely frown. I knew she loved it.

By the time we returned it was late afternoon. I was horny. I'd groped my way through the day, getting subtle feels of a young ass, once or twice trying to slip my hand under the waist to fondle her panty-clad butt, unsuccessfully as it turns out. Each time she had chastised me and given me that lovely frown of secret delight. Each time my heart had fluttered as I grinned. I had followed a perky, bouncy bottom around pretty much all day; into a lingerie store, into several clothes stores, and around a grocery store, only losing sight of it when shopping for wine.

Yup. I was horny. But, as the day had passed, I gradually figured out what Dee had been talking about at breakfast. I was supposed to wine and dine her like she was my date, my girlfriend. I'd suggested a restaurant but she'd informed me she'd rather eat in.

So we would; candle light and all.

Dee studied herself in the floor-length mirror. It was an analytical assessment. Did she look right? She didn't want to look like a little girl. The cream blouse draped over her nicely, she thought, thin enough to give just a hint of the lacy white bra she'd bought. She opened one more button at the top and fingered the Egyptian pendant, her most valuable possession. Bending forward, Dee satisfied herself Dad would get a peek at her bra.

Straightening, she looked down and smoothed her mid thigh-length red skirt, feeling another twinge of excitement in her pussy. She really loved the matching panties, lacy and white. They felt so sexy. They looked so sexy. She'd been able to see her pubic hairs through the front lace when she'd put them on. Satisfied, Dee brushed her long dark brown hair again, pulling it over her shoulders. One final glance and she nodded, satisfied.

Opening her bedroom door, the aroma of beef made her stomach growl. She'd been too nervous through the day to eat properly. Besides, she thought with a grin, keeping Dad from groping her all the time had occupied her. God she'd loved it. He couldn't keep his hands off her! A shiver went down her spine when she remembered his hand resting on her shoulder as they walked. It was the gentle caress of his thumb on her neck, so soft and loving, that had made her ache for him. And tonight she was going to make love with Dad! Her heart thumped with anticipation. She felt confident and assured. She'd managed to tease and arouse Dad enough to make him cum this morning. That had absolutely amazed her. Now she was confident she'd make him happy. Besides, he loved her.

The aroma of roast rib of beef grew stronger as she descended.

Tenting the roast to let it settle, I saw Dee appear in the kitchen doorway. I watched as she casually moved about, finding large wine glasses and taking the bottle of wine. I watched slender legs, low-slung black shoes, dainty ankles.

I studied how her loose hair moved like dark brown spun silk. And I reacted to the subtle hint of a small lacy bra under a cream blouse. I stared trying to see more.

"What?" Dee asked, Dad leaning against the counter watching her like a hawk.

"Yum!" I stated forcefully with a smile. I loved her giggle.

Dinner was delightful. I dined with a perfectly charming daughter full of sparkling eyes and smiles and happiness, erotic tension electrifying the air. Dee had two or three sips of wine. I polished off the bottle, except for the bit that came exploding out of my mouth when a small bare foot found my groin, the look of utter innocence a wonderful counterpoint to the action.

Instead of dessert I turned music on and invited my daughter to dance. I loved dancing, one of my passions. I'd taught Dee to dance from three years old, her feet on top of mine. With soft jazz playing, I held Dee close and moved languidly, her face pressed to my chest, her scent, a delicate perfume of lemons and roses wafting up to me.

Every so often Dee would sigh. Every so often I'd kiss her crown. But, when she leaned back slightly to look up at me, her pretty face shining with love, I saw down her blouse. I saw a delicate little lacy bra that looked like it was cosseting two intensely arousing petite breasts. The lace was beautiful; it let me see creamy white breasts and dusky darker areolae, soft nipples; two gorgeous little boobs. I reacted.

Dee's eyes widened at first. A smile slowly played across her lovely face. She'd felt my appreciation. "Do you like it?" she asked, knowing exactly what I was staring at. "It's the one we bought today." She pressed herself against my growing appreciation.

"It's quite lovely," I answered. "I love the contents, too," I added with a smile.

"Guess what?" she said, a glitter of something in her golden eyes.

"What?"

"The panties match." She smiled and pressed herself to me wanting to dance some more.

As if. "Oh no," I said. "No more of this dancing stuff." I had spectacular pictures floating through my heated imagination; my little girl, lacy panties, pubis, succulent ass. Oh no. No more dancing.

Dee giggled as I turned and led her firmly by the hand. "But, Dad . . ." she began to say as we hit the stairs.

"Hush, Dee. There's no "but" except for yours," I said, tugging her hand. She burst into laughter, light and most enjoyable. I smiled at her pleasure. In fact, I found the act of leading my daughter up to my bed very erotic. But, once through the door, I turned, smiles faded. A pretty, pretty girl looked up at me, eyes wide.

Drawing Dee into my arms, I bent and kissed her gently. "I love you, Sweetheart," I whispered into her ear. She hugged me tight.

"Love you, too, Dad." She leaned back and stared at me, eyes large, beautiful. Her small hands caressed up my shirt. Little fingers started undoing buttons. I smiled and let my arms drop to my side.

"You first," I said, "then it's my turn. I have the better deal, Dee."

She gave me a mysterious small smile. "No you don't, Dad. I do."

The shirt fell to the floor. Dee's hands combed through my chest hair, her fingertips pausing to caress my nipples. With eyes turned up at me, Dee leaned in and kissed one nipple, then the other. I actually felt my nipples get hard.

Her fingertips trailed down my stomach. The nearer they came to my belt, the harder I became. This was pure seduction and very, very intense. My buckle jangled, the belt falling open. Dee smiled, the tips of her fingers slipping into the waist of my pants, sliding across to my hips and back to the center. Without breaking eye contact, my daughter unhooked my pants. The zip sounded unnaturally loud. I felt coolness as pants fell to my feet. I felt my erection swing out and tent the boxers.

Dee's eyes never left mine. Her hands brushed over my erection and glided over to my sides, fingers slipping into the waist of my boxers. She tugged them down my ass, then down my front. For the first time she looked. Pressed down by the waist, my erection sprang up when it was released, boxers joining the pants around my ankles. I shuffled, kicking off loafers and extricating my feet.

Dee glanced up at me, her eyes heated. She bent, her hand wrapping around my aching shaft and kissed the damp tip, straightening and licking her lips. "It's so big, Dad. Does it hurt?"

I nodded, speechless from her seduction. Just where did thirteen-year-olds learn this stuff?

Dee stood back. "It's your turn."

Her hands took mine guiding and steadying them. I got to do something I'd only dreamed about before. I got to undress my little girl. It started with small pearl buttons on her blouse, each one increasing my anticipation. The middle of her lacy white bra appeared. I tugged the tails of her blouse out and slipped it over her slender shoulders. Her bra was beautiful, small and sexy. With infinite care I cupped her petite bra-clad breasts, so diminutive, and thumbed her soft nipple. "Beautiful," I whispered.

Bending I reached around her finding the clasp and zip of her skirt. It fell with a quiet swoosh and I stood riveted to the spot. Dee was stunningly sexy. She was so slender and delicate, like a gazelle, narrow-hipped, and so pretty. There was an intoxicating dichotomy to her; her barely pubescent body contrasting with her sexy, sexy lingerie.

I became absorbed by little lacy white panties. They stretched from bony hip to bony hip, the waist not touching her flat stomach near her hips, yet the front panel swelled out, a full pubis pressing against it. I could feel arousal, wave after wave coursing through me making my erection ache. It grew stronger as I saw little dark pubic hairs through white lace, the beginning of a double gusset, and the unbelievably sexy swell of her pussy starkly visible between her slender thighs.

I couldn't help myself. I couldn't, the temptation too great. My hand reached out and gently cupped my daughter's pussy. Big golden brown eyes watched me. I felt her tremble through my hand. My erection felt like it would burst it was so stiff.

Dee wondered if Dad could feel her trembling. It wasn't from fear, but arousal. God she was horny, moisture seeping into her panties, her clit aching to be touched. She'd studied his erection, so big. She'd felt it, so thick, a spark of concern hitting her. But when she'd seen the tenderness and love and arousal in his gorgeous eyes, calm had descended over her. It would be alright. Dad wouldn't hurt her. She just knew with Dad her first time would be perfect.

When Dad had cupped her pussy almost worshipfully, she'd felt her knees grow weak. Watching him, seeing the love and desire in his eyes, Dee wanted more. She wanted Dad, all the way. "Dad?" she whispered.

It seemed to shock him out of a paralysis. He grinned and, with one hand snapped the clasp of her bra.

"Still got it," he said with pride as her bra popped open at the front.

Dee laughed and shrugged the bra off, watching him carefully. She saw him stare at her boobs and it made her shiver. She felt his hand let go of her pussy and glanced down, watching as he slipped his fingers inside the waist, circle to the sides and lower them slowly. She felt them stick to her moist pussy, snap loose and fall to her feet. She heard Dad's sharp inhalation, too. Somehow it made her proud that he liked her body so much.

Dee let him take her hand and lead her to the bed. She followed him onto the bed after the covers had been pulled aside. She lay on her back, watching his eyes as he leaned over her at her side. He studied her from her feet, to her pussy, to her breasts, and finally her face. His look burned her.

"Dee, I . . . You're . . ." I couldn't finish. I needed to pause and take a breath. Bending, I kissed my daughter gently, lips closed, sweet, innocent, erotic. I tried again. "You're all I need or want, Dee. No one else. Just you." The radiant smile that emerged was like I'd spoken magic words.

"Me too, Dad," she whispered. "Just us."

I bent and kissed her gently. I kissed her chin and as I kissed a petite breast gently, Dee's hands found my hair again, guiding me. I kissed each perfect little breast, sucking gently, still amazed at how beautiful they were. I kissed between her breasts before kissing lower, moving down, kissing her stomach. Small tremors shook her. I detected a faint aroma as I neared my little girl's remarkable pussy. Was it her arousal? It was delicate and heady, intensely attractive.

Moaning quietly, my mouth settled on top of her mons, pressing in as I kissed, her scent stronger, silky pubic hairs tickling me. My hand stoked a slender, silky-soft thigh.

"No, Dad," Dee moaned, tugging my head away from her pussy.

"Relax, Honey," I said.

"No. I'm too close. I want us to . . ." Her voice trailed off and, surprising me, Dee blushed slightly.

Moving up, I cupped the side of her face. "Okay, Honey. I want to, too," I said, rising. I did, rather desperately, too.

I moved down the bed and knelt between her feet. Her knees were bent, pressed together, feet apart. Taking each foot, I slipped my hand up inside her slender legs. At her knees I lifted, watching as her thighs parted. The full glory of her pubescent pussy emerged, intoxicatingly arousing. Bringing her knees over my thighs, Dee's incredible cleft flowered open, her plump labia parting to reveal a long clitoral hood, small, immature inner labia and, shaking me to my core, the glistening, moist, tiny entrance to her vagina. My erection bobbed.

It was shocking.

It was shocking to see how my erection next to my daughter's little pussy made me appear monstrously thick. How would she ever take me? Her opening was so, so tiny. Doubts assailed me. Conflicting emotions punished me, the fear of hurting my little girl fighting the intense, intense desire to penetrate her, feel myself inside her. Fear won.

"I don't think I can, Honey," I said, my cock aching, rigid, oozing precum.

Dee looked at me. She reached down and took my hand. "Yes you can, Dad. It's okay, really. I want to."

Could I? Was it possible for her to stretch that much?

Holding my erection I leaned over her, her sexy cleft parting more. With one hand resting at Dee's side, I reached down and guided my erection. The first touch was unbelievable. My crown looked massive. A silvery trail of precum was laid down as I slipped the tip up and down her short slit slowly spreading our arousal, watching, riveted by the sight of my adult crown slipping between Dee's tender young labia. I felt her pubic bone as I pressed harder, my heart thudding, cock straining.

Dee moaned, her hand gripping my forearm. She curled her pelvis up at me. My erection slipped down and I lodged my crown at her tiny, tiny entrance. My heart was pounding. I pressed a millimeter forward and relaxed, pressed and relaxed, holding my rigid shaft tightly. It was an impossible task trying to get my erection into Dee's tiny pussy without hurting her.

Glancing up, Dee smiled at me. "I'm okay, Dad. Push harder."

"I . . ."

"Harder, Dad," she instructed.

Gently, slowly, I rocked the tip of my aching erection against her little pussy and, after what felt like hours, an amazing thing happened. I felt my little girl's entrance dilate, her labia stretch over me. I saw my crown slowly, slowly sink into her stretched pussy, half of it squeezed tight. I was almost there!

"You okay?" I asked.

Dee's smile was strained. "I'm fine, Dad. You feel huge."

I was. And as I made small movements, I watched as the crown squeezed, paled, and slipped into my daughter's pussy, a sudden pop, a tight grip holding me, my little girl's pussy stretched obscenely. Breath whooshed out. Dee moaned. Jesus, I was in!

"I'm in, Honey," I said heatedly.

"I know," she answered a bit breathlessly.

For a minute or two neither of us moved. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the sight. Seeing my erection penetrating my daughter's barely pubescent pussy was startlingly erotic. Finally I looked up at her pretty face.

A smile emerged. "See?" she said. "Told you I could take it. And it didn't hurt, either."

I smiled at her until she clenched experimentally. A spark of pain hit. "Don't," I said immediately. "Wait."

My heart raced. Moving, I reached down and gathered Dee's legs, bringing them up, curling her body and leaning over her again, hands resting either side of her body. Moving carefully, my erection pulsing and rigid, I experienced the exquisite feeling of penetrating my little girl's pussy, pressing gently, pulling back, pressing, pulling back. With each gentle, sensual thrust I slipped deeper. Dee's silky moisture and precum made her slippery, yet she was tight, so exquisitely tight, a vise surrounding half my cock. Suddenly Dee moaned. Her hands grabbed my forearms and she curled her pussy up. It was as if a point had been passed. In one excruciatingly erotic move my cock slipped into her completely, her velvety pussy surrounding me. I was in, all the way in, her stretched labia pressed to my groin. Unbelievable.

She murmured, "Uh."

I withdrew gently and pressed in, sliding deep, shuddering when the tip pressed against her end, rubbery hard, Dee's cervix, the entrance to my darling's little womb.

Dee grunted at the nudge. "Oh God, Dad, that feels good." She curled her pussy away.

I withdrew, pressed in, my cock swelling, Jesus, so tight. A rhythm emerged; Dee curling up at me, me thrusting gently. We fucked carefully, my eyes locked on my daughter's eyes, hers locked on mine. We fucked slowly, exquisitely, long slow withdrawals, exquisite thrusts, staring at each other, watching each other's pleasure. It was incredible.

I bent and kissed one soft nipple, opening my mouth to take her petite, firm breast in, caressing with my tongue, ending by sucking her nipple hard. She moaned quietly, her hands reaching up for my shoulders, curling her pussy up at me, my cock slipping deep into her velvet grip, the tip pressing against her end. I paused, withdrew slowly, and starting the exquisitely pleasurable action of penetrating my daughter once again. I felt as if I had the hardest erection I'd ever had, aching and rigid, and made thicker by Dee's tight pussy. I loved loving Dee. I loved fucking her.

Glancing to where we were joined, I reveled in the sight, my thick cock penetrating my little girl's pussy, her lightly dusted labia stretched around my glistening shaft. Tremors shook my body. My cock ached. I stared, thrilled at the sight of her reddened clitoris dipping and kissing my shaft with every slow, sensual thrust. I loved watching my shaft disappear into her. I loved how her labia inverted and how her pussy clung to my glistening shaft as I withdrew from her slowly, as if reluctant to let her daddy's erection go. I adored the sight of her mons, rounded, so plump and lightly dusted with silky pubic hairs. My adult erection appeared so erotically big next to her small physique.

We fucked slowly, gently, fully. There was no rush. The sensations were too good. This was heaven. Feeling myself sliding into my daughter's warm sheath, how tight she was, how deep I was going, and the sensation of nudging into her cervix, me, fully buried in my little girl, was heaven, far, far too good to rush.

We fucked slowly, gently, wet, slippery, erotic as hell.

"Dad?" Dee asked softly.

I looked away from below, looked into her golden eyes.

"Can you lay on me?" she asked, her hips gently curling up to take me in deep.

"I'm pretty heavy, Sweetheart."

"S'okay. I want to feel you on me."

I let her legs uncurl to my sides, carefully laying down, fucking her gently, slow withdrawals, agonizingly erotic thrusts, pressing deep into her tight velvety pussy. Dee sighed when my body settled onto her. She felt so small underneath me, so slender, so young and delicate. It intensified the feelings coursing through me. It brought home I was fucking my underage daughter and I loved it.

Propping some weight on my elbows, Dee nestled her face into my neck, her hands caressing my back, her feet resting on my legs. She sighed and curled her pussy up at me, pressing me deep, uncurling as I drew back, curling up again, sighing, arms clutching.

"This feels incredible, Dad," she whispered. "I never thought it would be this good."

"Like nothing else in the world, Honey," I replied, fucking deep, cock aching and hard. I wanted to experience the feeling of sliding my erection into Dee's snug pussy forever, of feeling her warm, velvety, slippery insides welcoming my shaft with a tight embrace. "You feel better than anything I've ever experienced," I whispered.

Rising slightly, arching my back, I bent and kissed her, pausing with my erection throbbing and buried in her. I flexed. She clenched. Our tongues played. When I flexed my erection again, Dee broke the kiss.

"Daddy," she exhaled, arms clutching, pussy gripping me. She curled away, pulling off my erection and reversed, taking me deep. "Yes," she sighed and did it again. Having Dee fucking me was stunningly arousing. But what made my heart beat faster was feeling her slowly move faster, arms clutching me. Little grunts emerged as she fucked me, legs tugging. I sensed a climax in her movements; she was close. "Daddy," she sighed again.

Lying on my little girl, we began to fuck harder, the pace picking up, slow withdrawal followed by harder thrusts, Dee grunting softly under me, her body jerking from my thrusts.

"Faster," she panted thrusting her pussy up at me. "Almost there, Daddy."

I felt my orgasm approach, cock swelling, heaviness in my balls, erection straining as if ready to burst. The idea I was going to fill my little girl's womb with my semen had my heart racing. We thrust and fucked with ever greater urgency, slippery, tight, God so tight.

I heard my daughter's song of pleasure. "Daddy," she grunted, her body convulsing, legs jerking.

I stroked into her hard, holding her slender shoulders. I fucked my little girl harder, faster, my need growing, needing to cum, desperate to cum into her.

"Daddy," Dee grunted, thrusting her pussy up, her body rigid for a second. Suddenly she shuddered and collapsed. "Uh, Uh." She jerked as I drove my erection in hard and fast, fucking my little girl. "Uh! Cumming, Daddy," she gasped.

That was it. "Cumming, Baby," I groaned, shoving deep, deep, all the way inside, hunching my back. I paused, Dee squirming and jerking on my erection. A massive burst of pleasure crashed into me. My cock swelled painfully. Semen was released in an agonizing pulse that burned up my shaft and exploded deep in my little girl. Heaven opened.

Before I could take a breath, I withdrew and thrust hard into my climaxing daughter, a massive explosion of cum jetting out and into her, hot wetness bathing my crown.

"Daddy!"

I growled and let myself go, giving in to the full, exquisitely pleasurable glory of my orgasm. I fucked and exploded, ecstasy crashing in on me. I fucked and exploded, flooding my little girl's womb with cum, arching, fucking, cumming, cumming hard. A roar grew in my ears, intense pleasure overwhelming me. I thrust and came hard, hard until there was nothing left in my body but agonizing dry heaves, body cramping, toes curling and still I fucked hard, desperate, hurting. God please!

My orgasm crested suddenly leaving me panting and gasping as I collapsed on Dee. Sweet release. My heart pounded, cock softening, surrounded by warm wetness. Beautiful euphoria coursed through my drained and exhausted body.

Silence and peace slowly emerged. I felt Dee, petite Dee, under me. I could feel her breathing. Rising, removing my weight but still lodged inside her snug, very wet pussy, I looked down on her face. "Okay, Honey?" I asked.

Dee smiled. She nodded. "Was I good, Dad?" Her hand came up to touch my cheek. "I think I felt you cumming," she said, blushing.

I grinned. "It was the absolute best, Honey. I felt you cumming, too," I said, bending and kissing her gently. I felt a need to snuggle, to hold my child, cuddle with my little lover. I felt a need to hug her and hold her close.

I rolled off her carefully. Dee moaned. Reaching down I pulled the covers up, slipped my arm under her and rolled her slender body to my side. Small, young, firm breasts pressed against me. Her hand toyed with my chest hair, her head resting in the crook of my shoulder. My hand found a sexy little naked buttock, firm and cool, a perfect handful. A knee slipped up over my thigh. She sighed and snuggled close.

"Will we do it again?" she asked.

"Darn right we will," I answered.

Dee giggled. "Soon?"

I wondered how quickly I could recover. My muscles felt like liquid. I had an overwhelming desire to sleep, peace and satisfaction permeating me. "Tomorrow morning?" I asked.

"Promise?"

"I promise," I said, the easiest promise I'd ever made.

"Kay. Night, Dad. Love you."