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 Crystal - By Deacon Blues

   Three - The Disk of Secrets

   I woke early, as I figured I would.  Looking around my room I yanked the
sheets down and saw I had a good case of `morning wood.' I went to the
dresser and got myself a pair of boxers.  As I padded down the hall, I saw
Crystal's door was still open and she was still asleep, though the sheet
covered her better now, probably got cold.  I tiptoed by the doorway and on
to my office.  I shut the door quietly behind me.

   I picked up the DVD Crystal had given me.  "What have you been watching,
young lady?" I asked the disk.  I slid it into the tray and took a peek. 
There appeared to be ten movies and a file folder full of encrypted
datafiles.  I popped open one of the movies, this one called `shrygang' I
came open with Sherry Nelson lying on a bed, nude.  She had a guy in front
and back, one was fucking her the other receiving a blowjob.  As I watched,
the guy in her cunt finished, spewing his load all over her ass.  As
another guy got ready to get into position, Sherry scooped up his spilt
come and was licking it off her hand.  She did this until it was cleaned
up. The next guy plunged his pole into her.  Sherry was a very pretty
woman, slender, blonde, with smallish breasts.  I often thought `elfin'
when I looked at her.  She had deep blue eyes, that seemed to always be a
little sad.  Here, though, she was in full rut.  By the time the guy in her
hungry mouth spent his load down her throat, she was grunting like an
animal.  Another man came up and took the front end.  This guy looked a bit
like my next door neighbor Alfredo Gomez.  Holy hell, it was Alfredo!  She
swallowed his tool whole and just rocked back and forth with the fucking
the guy at the back was giving her.  This went on for a few minutes before
the guy in back pulled his pole out and moved to her face, she engulfed his
dick with her full lips and sucked him the rest of the way.  I could see
her throat working to swallow his load.  He walked off and another guy
stepped up.  It was Theodore!

   Theodore was one of the members of my bowling team.  He was a huge man,
standing nearly seven feet tall, dark brown skin, and bulging muscles that
screamed steroids, though he denied such accusations, with violence if they
were pushed.  Theodore was a good guy, but he could be a bit boisterous. 
He liked his beer, and though he seemed unafraid to use his massive build
to intimidate, he rarely became physical.  He was getting physical with
little Sherry, though.  As he stepped up, his cock slapped his leg.  That
monster was eight inches long soft!  He said to Sherry.  "Get up and suck
me hard so I can ram it down your cunt." Sherry complied instantly,
forgetting the cock she had been working over like it was just a cigarette
to be flicked away.  She turned and gulped down a full six of his eight
soft inches, moaning and breathing heavier as she did so.  Theo grabbed the
sides of her head and held it in place.  He began pumping his massive cock
into her face.  She just moaned with each thrust.  He finally rammed it
home, slamming his pelvis into her chin and burying her nose in his pubic
hair.  Her eyes watered and she moaned deeply.  He ground there like that
for a full thirty seconds.  I saw her throat swell as he did so, his rod
was growing insider her throat, distending it alarmingly.  "There you go,
bitch." He growled.  He pulled it from her mouth suddenly, and quickly,
causing her to almost throw up, she gagged a bit as over eleven inches of
cock slid out of her throat.  She gasped for air looking up at Theodore
with something like worship in her eyes.

   With one hand he slapped her ass, almost knocking her over and leaving a
red hand print.  "Turn around." He said.  She spun around, presenting her
ass and cunt to him.  He placed the head of his cock against the dripping
slit of her cunt.  He pushed the head in slowly, her lips parted, then
spread all the way around his two and a half inch wide rod.  Once the head
was in, he grabbed her long, thick hair in both hands and pulled.  She slid
back onto the cock with one long, smooth motion.  She screamed out and Theo
pulled harder, ramming the remaining inches in one fast stroke.  He then
said.  "Okay, I've done the hard part, now ride me."

   She started bucking back and forth, letting six or seven inches out then
ramming herself back against his body.  Each time she did this she yelled.
Tears were freely flowing down her cheeks now.  "Oh.  Fucking.  God. 
You're.  Killing.  Me." She grunted out each time she impaled herself.

   "I'm not doing shit, whore." Theodore said.  "You're doing it, and now
you're going to do it harder." Sherry started shoving down harder and
faster, ramming the cock into herself over and over.  Her cunt was red now.
"Now, come swallow my load." Sherry leapt off the dick and spun around,
ramming her head down with equal vigor, until her throat was again
stretched with his immense girth.  She started sliding it up and down,
leaving at least the head distending her throat.  Another few seconds of
this, and Theo grabbed her hair again, pulling her off his member.  "Eat
the wad, bitch." He said, holding his cock head right in front of her
waiting mouth.  She was again panting for air.  He then fired a huge rope
of come into her waiting mouth, followed by another, that hit her top teeth
and splattered her face.  She clamped her lips around the head and
swallowed as the cock went through spasms in her mouth.  Finally, Theo
pulled back and one last thick heavy spray shot out and coated her cheek
and tongue.  She used her hands and fingers to gather up the come that
hadn't shot into her mouth, and promptly ate it.

   Sherry cleaned the bile off of the base of Theo's cock and looked up at
him for approval.  "Not bad, cunt." Theodore said.  "But next time, you
catch it all before swallowing, you understand?"

   Sherry nodded and licked a large drop of come off the head of his dick.
"I understand." Theo touched her head and she sat back.  "I thank you for
your gift to me, Master." She said.

   Theo replied "I gift to you freely, Sherry."

   The movie ended there.

   I hadn't even realized I had my cock out and was stroking it.  It was
very hot seeing a person you know being that depraved, and I had watched
two, or even three if you counted Gomez.  As I neared climax, I heard
Crystal in the hall.  I clicked off the movie and stood, trying to shove my
dick back into my boxers.  The door popped open just as I got it into my
shorts.  Crystal was wiping sleep from her pretty eyes and yawning.  "You
want to eat breakf..." She stopped talking.

   I glanced over my shoulder, thinking the movie had restarted, but no,
that wasn't it.  I looked down and the seven inches of dangling dong
sticking out of my boxers might just qualify as an interrupting point.  I
did a prompt one-eighty, shoving my protruding organ back into my boxers. I
looked sheepishly over my shoulder, afraid to see something like disgust or
fear or hate or something on her face.  She was trying to stifle a giggle.
That I hadn't expected.

   She simply turned around and headed toward the door.  "As I was saying,
I was going to go make us breakfast, if you'd like something." She said
from the doorway, then went down the stairs, still snorting, trying to keep
from laughing.  I heard her come back up the stairs quickly.  "To go with
your pornos!" Then heard her break into unbridled laughter as she ran down
the stairs.

   I felt a little blush rising to my cheeks.  "Busted." I said.  That's
twice in two days Crystal has almost caught me in the act.  Well,
technically, I guess she did catch me today, since the evidence was plain
to see.  I pushed it into a less obtrusive position and hiked my skivvies
and prepared to face the ridicule of my daughter.

   As I walked into the kitchen she was making pancakes.  "You want a few,
or you want a looooong stack?" She said, giving me a lascivious smile. 
Then started giggling again.

   I sat at the little nook table in the corner of the kitchen.  My
thoughtful daughter had already put out coffee and even toast.  Nope,
you're not getting it all your way, little girl.  "Why don't you decide how
many I rate?" I said, tossing the ball back into her court.

   Crystal didn't answer that, but kept on cooking.  She was wearing a
different pair of the panties this morning, this pair dark blue with the
same metallic shimmer to them.  As she sidestepped between the stove and
the platters, the material flexed and flowed prettily.  I sipped my coffee
and watched her cook.  I recalled Jennifer doing that, cooking in her
panties.  She swore that was why she wouldn't cook me bacon, because she
might burn something `important.' I felt my organ stir again, growing.  I
crossed my legs to minimize the visual cues of impending erection.  Crystal
did have a nice set of buns on her, I had to admit.

   Finally she turned around, holding a plate stacked with eight pancakes.
"As per your instructions." She said, setting the plate before me.

   "Um.  I always knew girls had slightly lower spatial perception acuity
than boys," I said, studying the stack while pouring syrup on them, "but I
have to say your sense of scale is a bit overgenerous."

   She sat across from me, with her own stack of pancakes, a smaller, but
not small stack.  She eyed my pancakes.  "Looks right to me." She said,
waiting patiently for the syrup.  "Maybe you just have a bad angle to view
from." She pointed out cooly.  "I mean, it wasn't pointed at you."

   I thought about this and passed the Mrs.  Butterworths.  "Point." I
said, getting into this cerebral discussion of my relative size.  "But then
again, I have seen it for a lot longer, chronologically." I began to cut
into my mega-stack of pancakes.

   "Yes, of course, this is true." Crystal nodded, her voice now a rather
iffy British accent.  "But, one should take into account the effect of
one's psyche on forming a self-image of supposed `size.' She now had her
nose up in the air, and was gesticulating wildly with her fork.  "One who
does not have their ego riding upon that size, and is immune to influence
either positive or negative should be the one who should judge as to
whether one is `hung' or just possessed of a `dangler.'" Crystal sliced a
large bit out of her pancakes, and shoved the wedge into her mouth.  "And
as such a third party, I reserve the right to declare the owner of said
equipment," She pointed to my groin with her fork, "to be well within the
`hung' category." She added, with a final curt nod.

   I acknowledged defeat.  "I bow to your superior argument." I said.  Then
laughed.

   Crystal giggled along with me, and we had a nice breakfast.  Finally, we
polished off our respective `stacks' and we cleared the table together. 
Luckily for me, my boner had subsided during the rather involved discussion
regarding its size.  She volunteered to wash the dishes later, and
sauntered off for the living room.

   Saunter is the right word, though slink or maybe sashayed would have
worked equally well.  The girl definitely possessed more wiggle in the
wagon than before.  She vaulted the couch's back and fell upon the couch
with a `whump.' I turned for the stairs and went up, hearing the sound of
MTV behind me.

   I went back into the office and sat before the computer.  Now, what were
these encrypted files?  I tried a few basic decryption tricks I knew, and
they didn't budge it.  I knew who could, though.

   The phone rang six times before Marcus picked it up.  He was at home. 
"Huh, wha?  Hello?" Marcus said into the phone blearily.

   "Sorry for waking you, buddy." I said to him.  "I was wondering if you
could help me out with something."

   I heard bottles being knocked over, then some rustling of papers.  "Hang
on." Marcus answered.  There were some footsteps away from the phone
followed by the sound of someone pissing.  The toilet flushed on his end.
The footsteps returned and Marcus' voice reappeared.  "All right, I'm awake
now.  Whatcha need?"

   "I've run across some heavily encrypted stuff on a disk and want to know
what it is." I said.  Looking at the disk in question.

   "Hmm." Marcus replied.  "I may have something, but you gotta promise to
keep it on the hush hush." He sounded like he was firing up his kludged
together machine at his apartment.  That contraption had more processing
power than most small nations, but was prone to blowing out components at
random intervals.

   "I can do that." I promised.

   I heard him hammering on his keyboard for a moment.  "Okay, I'm
uploading you a piece of Department of Defense decryption software." He
muttered.  "When you get done with it, it disappears, understood?"

   "I hear you." I confirmed his words.  "It disappears."

   "Exactly." Marcus said smugly.  "What you think you got on the disk?"

   "I've no idea, really.  But I really want to know." I said, truthfully.
"If its anything good, I'll be sure to burn you a copy."

   Marcus chuckled.  "A man who knows how to do business." My computer
chirped with incoming mail.  "Good luck, hope that helps." He said.  "I'll
talk to you Monday."

   "You, too, thanks." I hung up.

   The program was the model of simplicity to use.  You started it, pointed
it at what you wanted to decrypt and clicked `go.' It took over from there,
identifying the type of code used and working to crack it.  It was also,
apparently, slow.  After watching it go for ten minutes, it had just barely
clicked over one percent.

   "Well," I said "now what?" I stood up and walked to the door of the
office.  Crystal was still watching that show about rebuilding cars on MTV.
I went toward the door to Crystal's room.  I peered inside.  It was a
typical adolescent girl's room.  Decorated in a manner somewhere between
adult and child.  Pictures of pop stars adorned the walls, alongside a
couple of prints my wife had chosen, of beautiful mountain vistas.  The bed
was a four-poster, but disheveled, like a teen slept in it.  The bag from
Victoria's Secret was sitting on the desk, with the panties she had bought
pouring out of it.  I looked in, they were all sorts of colors, and a
couple were pretty minimalist, including one which was made out of some
fine mesh, and would be practically non-existent.  Her computer was on, but
was showing a screen saver.  I left it be, I could access it if I wanted
from my computer.

   I walked back down the hall to the stairs.  Crystal was watching
something about animals now, which I could tolerate.  I wandered down and
sat next to her.  She cuddled up to me and I put my arm around her
shoulder, and let it fall down her side.  It rested on her hip, over her
panties.  She put her hand down on my thigh, about halfway up it from the
knee.  Her hair smelled like the fruity shampoo she used.  But there was an
odor of, well, something else, too.  It made me a little uncomfortable, and
a lot aroused.  My cock stiffened right up as I slouched comfortably in the
couch.  Her hand rubbed gently on my leg, like a miniature massage.

   The program was a bit dry, and I found myself half-dozing.  However, my
rod stayed on its mettle.  I even heard the slow deep breathing from
Crystal indicating she was sleeping also.  I slouched down a bit more, to
perhaps take a little nap on a lazy Saturday morning.  As I slipped
downward, my legs moved out from the couch, and my hand slid farther around
Crystal's ass.  I wrapped my fingers around her soft, round ass, and could
feel the silk of the cloth covering her ass crack itself.  I pressed inward
on it, and my fingers pushed in the fabric and slid into the crack of her
ass a little.

   I knew what I was doing, and I knew I shouldn't, but I did them anyway.
The slide had effectively moved Crystal's hand up to the edge of my boxers,
her thumb, actually, was under my boxers up the leg hole and among my pubic
hair.  My cock was rock hard now, and throbbing with my pulse.  Crystal
sighed and nuzzled my chest, turning slightly and moving her leg.  I felt
the crack of her ass open off my fingers as the cheeks spread from one
another.  And her hand moved slightly farther up under my shorts.  Now the
entire hand was beneath the leg cloth, and her thumb was actually touching
the shaft of my dick.  The hand was still rubbing as it had been, but now
her fingers were sliding through pubic hair and her thumb was rubbing
alongside the shaft with each motion.

   I couldn't take it anymore, and I reached under my own boxers and moved
her hand over a bit, it now rested directly on my swollen cock.  She kept
doing exactly the same motion, but now on the shaft of my dick.  She wasn't
yanking it, like jerking me, but was just squeezing it, then releasing it.
It felt magnificent.  I actually groaned out loud a little.  I moved my
hand on her ass back up her thigh then back down toward her ass crack, this
time pressing in on the soft skin of her ass as I moved it closer, the
fingers slid under the silky cloth and slid down into her spread cheeks.  I
soon had them bottomed out, and felt the tiny pucker of her asshole with my
middle finger.  I moved my hand slowly forward.  About two inches on, My
fingers found a wet slot, and the soft folds of her labia.  I rubbed gently
on them I couldn't get to her clitoris without her moving her leg more, but
her hips moved a little with the rubbing on the lips.

   Son of a Bitch.  I was right now molesting my little girl.  What am I
doing?  I stopped moving my hand, but her hand kept on squeezing and
releasing my shaft.  Is she really asleep.  I was beginning to think she
would do this even if she were awake.  I wanted to touch her though, and
wanted to feel more of her.  I started moving my fingers on her pussy
again. This time I pushed my middle finger into her slot a little, only up
to the second knuckle.  She moved her head, starting to rise.  I managed to
yank out my finger before she seemed to realize what was going on, and I
dropped my head back on the couch like I was fast asleep.

   "Daddy?" Crystal asked quietly, I could tell by her posture now, she was
looking over at my face.  The hand on my cock didn't move, though.  It kept
up its repetitive squeezing.  I heard her whisper "Oh thank God." very
quietly and rest her head back on my chest.  She didn't seem alarmed that
my swollen dick was in her hand and she was playing with it, not in the
least.  She slid her head down toward my lap, like she was going to lay her
head there, as she often did in the past.  However, I cracked an eye
slightly to see that her face was downward, not outward from my body.  I
felt the cloth over my cock shift, as her other hand slowly moved it aside.

   Holy crap, I thought, surely she can't be about to do what I'm thinking.
A moment later, I felt a warm and soft tongue brush the head of my cock,
licking off the precome that had accumulated at the opening.  Right after
that initial contact, I felt the warmth and moisture and softness engulf
the head of my organ and begin sliding down the shaft.  Soon, all but what
was in her squeezing hand was in her mouth.  She applied gentle suction and
kept on squeezing.  She didn't vary pace one bit and didn't move her head.

   I felt an orgasm building, and at the leisurely rate she was letting it
build, it would be a ball buster.  For fully fifteen minutes she gently
sucked on my cock, not bobbing or wiggling, just sucking softly then a
touch harder, then softer again.  The pain and pleasure of the coming
orgasm would surely knock me out, which, I suppose, would be a good thing
since I was pretending to be out anyway.

   The come started bubbling in my nuts, and I could actually feel it
progressing through the internal tubes that ran from them to the end of my
cock, with each gentle squeeze it moved another inch or so.  My breathing
was now shallow and a bit fast.  This was the most unique and sensational
blowjob I had ever received.  I felt the come squirt out of the head, in a
solid pulse, followed by another, then another.  The pulses were each like
a tiny orgasm, causing my dick to twitch in her mouth and the head would
swell to where it felt tight in the confines of the back of her mouth and
beginning of her throat.  I could feel her tongue working to swallow each
pulse as it came out, she slowly, over a period of almost a minute, milked
the semen from my nuts.  Had I been actually asleep, the glacial slowness
and relative minor level of each mini-gasm would probably have not awakened
me.  Had she done this before.  It was definitely possible.  After what
seemed like an eternity of shooting little threads of sperm into her
waiting mouth, the mini-gasm's stopped and the come stopped flowing as if
it were a slow spout.  I felt her mouth leave my organ, and her hand
withdrew.  The cloth of my boxers moved back over my now sensitive, but
very drained cock.  I felt her move again, gently, and felt her breath on
my neck, and could smell my semen on it.  "I thank you for your gift,
daddy." She whispered hoarsely, then laid her head back on my chest.  She
may have gone back to sleep, but I know for certain, after that draining
series of micro-gasms, I did fall asleep.

   I awoke with a start as Crystal's head fell into my lap and then she
leapt up.  I clambered upright, also, nearly knocking her off the couch. 
"Huh?" I said, looking blearily around.  She slid down and then sat up at a
safe distance from my rather uncontrolled arms.

   Crystal giggled.  "We fell asleep." She explained.

   "I guess so." I looked at my watch, we had actually slept two hours. 
She stood up and stretched, quite a sensual sight, I must add.  I leaned
back on the couch and enjoyed it.  She stood on tip toes and tried to
actually levitate, stretching down to her toes to where she was bouncing on
them then she slumped in place.

   She then looked at me.  "I know I had a good nap, did you?" She asked.
There was a slight hint of the predator in her glinting eyes, but mostly
she was looking happy and rested.

   "I sure did." I said, grinning up at her.  "Best I've had in a while,
actually." I patted her thigh, just above the knee.  "Must be the company."

   She smiled brightly and curtsied to me.  "Happy to be of assistance." As
her head dipped, she all but leered at me.  I kept my smile in place,
though it made me uncomfortable.  Had she known I was awake?  I couldn't
tell for sure.  She turned to go upstairs.  "You promised me a swim today."
She said over her shoulder.  "I expect to collect." I sat a few minutes
thinking about what she had done a while ago, and now was acting normally.
Had she done that to me before?  She sure seemed comfortable with it, and
good, as well, at it.

   I went up the stairs and past her closed door.  In my room I slid off my
boxers and got out a pair of swim trunks, these were rather tighter than I
liked, but they would suffice.  I started to slip them on when I heard a
cough from the doorway, the sound of Crystal clearing her throat.  "We
don't close our doors anymore to change?  Cool." I looked over, and she was
standing in the doorway with the white one-piece on.  It hugged her figure
perfectly, like a second skin.  I felt my cock stir again.  I stood and
finished pulling them up, tucking my growing dong into the tight spandex.
This girl of mine was keeping me hard almost all the time.

   She grinned widely.  "I like those shorts." She said.  "They let me know
what you're thinking." She eyed my swelling bulge appreciatively.

   "Um.  What am I thinking right now, then?" I said, knowing I would
regret it.

   She walked to a couple of feet in front of me.  "You're thinking I'm the
sexiest thing on two legs." She purred, looking at my cock, now clearly
outlined in the tight swim trunks, though it was laying on its side.  I
knew that us even talking like this was a bad idea.  Why didn't I shut the
door?  Had I wanted her to see me?

   I sat on the bed, and Crystal followed suit.  She folded her legs under
her on the corner of the bed beside me.  "You, know, that's pretty damn
close to right." I said.  Shaking my head.  "And it's very, very wrong." I
shouldn't think you're so sexy.  I should be out there protecting your from
predators, and I think I may be becoming one.

   Crystal put her hand on my shoulder and leaned close to me.  "You may be
confusing predator for prey." She said.

   I shook my head a little and looked at her large green eyes.  She was
smiling prettily, but her eyes looked like those on a cat about to pounce,
they were watching me with an intensity that I found somewhat unnerving. 
When I moved my hand a little, they darted to it, as if seeking anything
that moves, like a radar system.  My bulge was growing quite uncomfortable,
and I needed to adjust it.  I moved my hand toward it and she followed with
her predator eyes.  When I had finished adjusting her eyes stopped moving,
they were locked on my groin area.

   Crystal leaned back against the headboard.  "You really seem to have a
problem that won't go away, dad." She said, finally tearing her eyes off my
bulge.  "I wish I could help you." She said with deadly earnest in her
eyes.

   "Me too." I replied.  "I think I have a problem, Crystal." I held my
hands in my lap, palms upward.  "I've been having a lot more of those
inappropriate thoughts the last couple of days."

   She touched my hands with hers.  "If that's a problem, I have it too."
She said, smiling gently when I looked up from my hands.  She had risen
form her sitting position and was just inches from my side.  I could feel
the warmth radiating from her tiny body, and her hot breath on my shoulder.
As I looked at her, she leaned forward slightly and her lips brushed mine,
ever so softly.  It was like being hit by a brick.  I felt every nerve in
my body tingle, and the end of my dick felt like it would explode.  I know
my heartbeat quickened to nearly double-time, and my breathing instantly
became faster.  The contact only lasted maybe five seconds, but it was five
seconds that could have killed me.

   She fell back into a sitting position, off her knees.  "Phew." She
exhaled.  "That was like kissing a power line."

   "Hmm.  Flattery will get you everywhere." I said.  Smiling wryly.

   She grabbed my hand and pulled it to her chest, pressing the palm to her
left breast.  "Does that feel like flattery?" She asked, almost hostile.  I
could feel her heart, pounding out a quick beat, not unlike my own.  She
pulled my hand from her chest and before I could stop her, moved it to her
crotch, she pressed the fingers under the sheer panties, and up against the
opening of her slit.  She then let go and I pulled my hand back quickly. 
"Did that feel like flattery either?" My fingers weren't just moist, but
almost dripped with her juices.

   I opened my mouth to tell her how bad an idea this sort of talk and
action was when she lunged forward again, this time she grabbed my head in
both arms, like a vise.  Her lips rammed into mine with almost painful
fury. I felt her tiny tongue pry my lips apart, then push on my teeth.  I
opened them slightly and the tongue darted in and tickled my tongue.  They
parried each other a bit, then her tongue slid out, and coaxed mine.  We
kissed like this for almost a minute, she moaned a couple of times, and I
could feel moisture on my knee, then I realized she was grinding her crotch
on my leg while she kissed me.  Finally, she loosed her grip on my head and
pulled back again.  Sitting heavily on the bed.

   "Sorry, daddy, but I've wanted to do that for almost a year." She said,
smiling sheepishly.  The predator was gone out of her eyes, leaving just
the joyous green again.  She reached up and wiped a little slobber from my
chin.  She chuckled.  "I got a little carried away there, hope I didn't
hurt you any."

   I was too stunned to speak.  My daughter had just frenched me, and hard,
and was doing `the grind' on my leg at the same time.  "Uh.  I guess it's
okay, not like we broke any laws, huh?" I said, wondering if maybe we had.
I did start to recover however.  "By the way, if that was an attempt to get
my hard on to go away, it probably was the worst solution to a problem that
I have ever seen." I laughed.

   Crystal giggled at that.  "I wasn't even thinking about that anymore.  I
just wanted to kiss you." She looked back down at my raging bulge.  "I know
things I could do to fix that, too." She said, casting her eyes up at me
devilishly.

   That was the line, back there behind me about a quarter mile.  I started
bolting back for it.  I stood up and moved away from the bed quickly.  "No,
I don't think any of those would be advisable, angel." I said.  I could
hear a rather pitiful tremble in my voice.  "As much as I appreciate the
thought, to tell the truth." I hastily added.  I had backed to the door.

   Crystal was eyeing me warily.  "I was just kidding, dad.  You don't need
to get upset."

   "Yes, I think I should." I stammered.  "I'm not right, sweetie." I
pulled her out of my bedroom.  "I can't be right, because I'd probably let
you do it." I finished and went back into my room, slamming the door behind
me.

   I fell onto my bed, and was nearly hyperventilating, and I was nearly
crying.  My daughter had just tried to seduce me, or at least proposition
me, and she had kissed me.  I rolled over, staring at the ceiling, and laid
like that a long while.

   There was a tentative knock on the door.  "Daddy, are you okay?" Crystal
called through it, her voice muffled.

   "No, angel.  Daddy's not okay.  He's dangerous for you right now. 
Please let daddy calm down before you try to talk to him." I ground out,
speaking slowly.

   I heard the door's knob turn and it opened.  Crystal's head came into
view from above me.  She looked very worried.  "I'll take the risk dad. 
You won't hurt me." She said.  "You promised yesterday." She was still
wearing the swimsuit.  She sat on the edge of the bed and leaned in toward
where I was sprawled in the middle, near my head.  "I'm sorry I upset you.
God, it feels like I'm apologizing all the time." She got a bit of a hurt
expression on her face.  "Am I that big a fuck up?" She asked.

   Her use of that forbidden word slapped a little thought back into my
brain.  "What?  No, Crystal, you're fine.  You're a great daughter, and a
wonderful girl." I turned to face her.  "If I were a guy, like fifteen or
so, and not your dad, I'd be on you like white on rice.  Hell, I'm
thirty-three and I am your father, and I'm half tempted anyways." I looked
at her body, naturally posed in a sexy position with one leg curled onto
the bed and the other pointing off toward the floor, and her arms holding
up her torso.  "Probably a lot more than half." I concluded.

   Crystal looked down at herself.  Then got a sour look on her face. 
"Almost only counts with hand grenades and horseshoes." She giggled, but it
was sort of humorless.

   "Believe me, in this case, almost is quite close enough." I retorted.

   She shook her head.  "Not really.  Almost leaves you horny a Texas
ranch." She snorted.  "And I'm unable to do a damn thing to help you, even
though I'm the one who loves you more than anyone alive." I saw tears in
her eyes.  "Do you know how crappy that feels?" She gave out a wrenching
sob.  "I'm not just talking about sex, dad." She explained.  "Sex, I know,
you could pay for or get from women like the blonde in the mall yesterday."
Crystal's hands were kneading each other, a sure sign of acute anxiety. 
"I'm talking about being your lover, friend, and partner." She sobbed
again. "Like mom was.  You loved her so much, she still turns you on and
you still cry over her." Her eyes came up and grabbed mine, locking onto
them with fiery intensity.  "I want to be loved and cherished like that."
She broke the eye contact and looked down at her hands again.  "And it has
to be by you." She whispered.  Tears fell from the tip of her nose and
landed on her thigh.

   "Has to be by me?" I asked.  "Why on God's green earth would you even be
interested in me?" I continued.  "I'm your dad, Crystal.  I should be the
last guy you're interested in as a mate."

   She shook her head violently.  "No, dad, you don't get it at all. 
You're not just a potential mate, or a chosen possible mate, you're the
only mate I will have." She refused to meet my eyes.  "I can't tell you
why, but try to believe me when I say I have no choice in this, it's
preset. Either you will be my mate, or no one will."

   I blinked.  "Huh?" I said, finding my depth of wit lacking.

   "See?" She said.  "I can't even explain it well, because I'm not allowed
to tell you shit." She screamed at the walls.  "God Damnit!" She stood from
the bed.  "You fuckers have ruined my world!"

   "Who?  Sweetie?  What are you talking about?" I asked, now very worried.

   She looked at me, her face a mix of misery, anger, and alertness.  "I
can't tell you, don't you get it?" She looked like a caged beast.  Her
posture was crouching, and her hands were hooked almost like talons.  "They
won't let me tell you." She said, sweeping her arm in a wide gesture
encompassing the whole world.  She gave me a knowing look, a look of
concealed cleverness.  "They wouldn't let mom tell you, either." She said,
nodding.  "They made her promise not to tell, or they'd kill us all."

   "Who did, what did they do to you and mom?" I was beginning to think
that there was a divorce from reality occurring here, and Crystal was the
prime litigant.

   "Don't you see?" She screamed at me.  "That's what its about, its about
me and mom, and others like us.  We can't tell you who or what we are
because they won't let us!" She lowered her voice to a normal level, though
it was hoarse with pent up excitement.  "I've said more than they would let
me already." She looked worried.  "Don't let on you know anything.  To
anyone." She whispered.  "They'll kill you, and sell me to some pervert
somewhere." Crystal started walking out of my room.  "I mean it dad, no
more about it." She muttered as she walked out.

   I sat in stunned silence.  Trying to make sense of this latest outburst.
Was Crystal being delusional?  Was she really being influenced by some
shadowy group?  What did Jennifer have to do with all of it?  Should I get
her a shrink?  Should I go to the cops?  There were too many unanswered
questions.

   I twisted these points around in my head for a while, not finding any
solutions that I liked.  I rose from the bed and put on a pair of running
shorts over my swimsuit.  I walked to Crystal's room, where she was laying
on the bed staring at the ceiling.  I wanted to make her happy, more than
anything on earth.  She had been my life for four years now, the center of
my world.  I sat at the foot of her bed.  Tears were streaming form her
eyes, and down over her ear lobes then falling onto the pillow, soaking it.
Those beautiful green eyes were flat now, just staring into space.  I would
do whatever needed doing to fix this.  I steeled myself for that.

   "Angel, what do I need to do to make it right?" I asked.  I watched her
finally blink, though she didn't move.  "I'll do whatever it takes to make
you happy, and to keep things going well." I said, knowing that I was
probably diving headlong into the dragon's maw.

   Crystal raised her head from the pillow.  "Can you make that promise?"
She asked me.  "Can you say you will do whatever it takes to make me
happy?"

   I swallowed.  "Yes, I can.  It's what men do." I said, finally.  "I will
do anything I have to do to put things back on an even keel." I touched her
leg.  "Just tell me what to do."

   "Love me." She said, plainly.  "Just love me, and trust me." She stared
into my eyes.  "And don't ever ask me why or what." She smiled weakly.  "I
know I'm asking a lot of you, but that's what I have to have from you."

   I squeezed her calf.  "I do love you, and I do trust you." I said,
solemnly.  "I will not ask you anything."

   She sat up, pulling her leg from my grasp.  She slid off the bed and
walked toward the door, angling toward my room or the bathroom.  I got up
behind her and followed.  She turned toward my bedroom door and walked in.
As she crossed the threshold, she grabbed shoulders of her bathing suit
with the opposite hands and pushed the straps off her shoulders.  Pressing
her arms close, she slid the suit down with her thumbs.  By the time she
reached my bed, she had pushed it to her waist.

   She turned and faced me.  Pushing the suit to her hips.  "No.  I mean
love me.  And trust me." She said as she shoved the last bit off her body
and down her thighs.  She was nude before me now, for the first time since
she was like five.  Crystal let the suit fall to the floor, and stepped out
of it toward me.  My lips were dry and my throat was on fire.  Her
exquisite, slender form stood before me, in its naked glory.  She reached
toward me.  "Love me." She said again.

   I pushed my own shorts down, along with the suit under it, and they fell
to the floor.  My half-erect organ hanging obscenely before me.  I stepped
forward, as she had done, bringing us into contact with each other.  Her
arms were around my waist now, and I put mine around her shoulders, holding
her close.  She sighed warmly into my chest while I drew in breath through
her hair.

   Upon contact with her belly, my cock started to harden, and she moved
her body a bit to the side, her hand slid down and around my body and onto
it.  Stroking it gently.  I pulled back a bit and looked down into her
luminous green eyes.  "If this is what you want, angel." I slid my hands
down her back and cupped her ass in my hands, it felt so small.  I lifted
her up off the floor, left her feet dangling as she slid up my body until
our faces were level, then kissed her.

   It was no little, perfunctory kiss, I kissed her with everything I had,
with everything I'd saved for four years.  I kissed her with all the
passion my wife should have gotten for that time.  I felt her legs move up
and around my waist, clinging to me.  Crystal's hand had some off my cock
and was now moving upward into my hair, twining her fingers into it.  For
that long kiss we were one creature, pressing together down our entire
length.  The heat from her body was intense, and actually a little painful.
As the kiss lingered, she started to make tiny motions over her whole body,
wriggling.  It felt magnificent, like a full-body massage.

   My erection was pressed up between us, and Crystal freed it by pulling
away with her pelvis a bit.  It dropped forward, curving upward slightly.
She pressed back to me, and the head slid along her labia as she moved.  I
could feel the heat and moisture of it.  Her wriggling sent electric shocks
along it to my spine.  My breathing was becoming short and gaspy.  Her's
was too, from what I could hear through her nose.  Finally I broke the kiss
and leaned down to kiss her neck.  She tilted her head to the side and gave
me better access to her long slim neck.  She moaned, or rather, groaned, as
she moved her pelvis in and out again, my engorged dick sliding over the
folds of her cunt.

   "It is what I want, dad.  Do you want me?" She asked.  Her hot breath on
my own neck prior to her lips touching it then her teeth.  Her voice was
husky and breathy.

   Her fingers unclinched from my hair and her nails dug into my scalp as
she bit down on my shoulder hard.  I grunted out.  "Yes." Then after a few
short gasps.  "I want you." Then I drove my fingers deeper under her ass,
rubbing them over her hot, wet slit.  My hard cock was sliding over it
again, and I pushed it upward, just a few degrees was all it needed.  The
head slipped into my daughter's tight opening.

   Crystal released her grip on my shoulder, and cried out.  "Oh, God yes!"
She yelled.  I turned slightly and gripped her ass and thighs hard, keeping
her from moving, just the swollen head of my pole was in her yet.  It felt
like I had put the tip of it into a furnace, it burned so hot.  She had her
back directly ahead of the bed, and I bent slightly at my knees, and at the
waist, lowering her onto the bed.  When she felt the bed with her back, she
loosened her grip on my shoulders, moving her hands up and down my back. 
Her eyes were blazing like lamps now, almost like they were a source of
light, and I was pinned in that spotlamp.  I held the narrow of her waist
in my hands, preventing her moving more than around, she couldn't move down
or up.

   The tip of my cock was still holding the opening of my Crystal's pussy
wide, but wasn't even an inch in yet.  Crystal's expression was anxious,
and expectant.  She was moving her hips around, but didn't dare move.  My
own expression was probably pretty intimidating.  Jennifer had always said
I had a `very intense' face when we had sex, almost like I was mad.

   I looked down at her eyes, and asked her a final time.  "This is how you
want it?" I asked.  Her legs were still wrapped around me pulling.  But I
wouldn't let myself be drawn in, not yet, and my grip on her tiny waist
prevented her impaling herself.  My feet were still on the floor, my knees
braced on the corner of the bed.  They were the fulcrum of the lever that I
had become, and I knew they should probably be aching form the punishment
they were absorbing, but they didn't.

   She ran her hands over my chest, and up to my neck, caressing it gently.
She placed them on the sides of my face on my cheeks.  "Yes, dad.  This is
what I want.  I want you inside me." She gasped in that frighteningly adult
husky voice.  "Take me now, and make me yours." She said, closing those
bright eyes, and seeming to brace herself.

   I relaxed my muscles in my arms and legs.  I felt her legs surge as she
realized I was letting go.  She pulled me down harder than gravity alone
would have, sliding my dick slowly into her, inexorably.  I felt he
scalding hot warmth envelope the shaft inch by inch.  Finally my belly
rested on hers, and our pelvis' met.  I heard her growl out in pleasure. 
"Oh, Nathaniel, I love you." As I fully entered her.  I looked down to see
my tiny daughter impaled on my cock, her tiny slit stretched wide
accommodating my swollen penis.

   I pulled back leaving only about half inside her, and she moaned as it
slid.  Then thrust back into her, pulling me inward with both arms, and
pushing with my legs.  I drove my cock home inside her, our bodies slamming
together like a collision.  She met my thrust with her hips pushing upward,
and helped me ram it in with her strong legs.

   Our bodies slammed together over and over, the heat of her cunt burning
me alive.  She gave out small squeaks and cries with each thrust and her
legs pulled on me every stroke.  "Oh, my God, angel, I could die quite
happily inside you." I said.

   Our eyes met again and hers looked both fierce and hungry.  "Don't you
dare." She said, her face breaking into a predatory smile.  "I'm not done
with you, yet." She concluded this with a massive pull with her legs that
yanked me off my feet and I landed hard on her body.

   She moaned as my weight shifted onto her, and kept grinding her clit
over my crotch.  I couldn't move much, without any leverage due to my feet
being off the ground.  Crystal was moving quite enough for both of us.  Her
cunt pulled on my cock, almost like a mouth, itself.  Her hands went around
my back again, holding me to her.  We were slowly working our way upward,
and I finally could get my knees on the bed fully.  I started pumping into
her again.

   My beautiful daughter, my lover, my mate.  Looked at me, with love,
smiling.  "Daddy, fuck me harder." She said, grinding herself on my pole.

   I redoubled my efforts, beginning to slam my cock into her quickly and
taking shorter strokes.  She grunted out with each thrust.  I could feel
her body start to tense up, she was nearing her orgasm.  I felt a bit
relieved inside, as my own was building up fast.  I heard her voice rising
back to a more normal soprano.  "Ah.  Ah.  Ah.  Ah." She said with each
thrust the tone going up half a note each trust.

   I felt the orgasm inside myself churning up, about to go off.  "Honey,
I'm about to come, what do you wa..." I never got to finish the question.

   "In.  Side.  Me." She said between thrusts.  "Come.  In.  Side.  Me. 
Now!" And I did.  My seed began pulsing down my tubes and through my pole.
It came gushing out into her uterus, mass after mass of semen.  I felt like
I was filling her and looked down.  Come was emerging from her spread hole.
Where my still-fierce pounding was squishing it about inside her.  As each
pulse shot out, she screamed, her yelling getting louder and louder. 
Finally she had her orgasm.  Her spine became a iron rod, and she lifted
herself and me off the bed, like she had done on the deck chair.  Then let
loose with a scream that would have deafened a man with earphones on.  I
felt all the tight muscles in her compact body twitch in unison, and felt
her cunt clamp down on my cock like a vise.  "In.  Me." She repeated, after
her orgasm subsided.

   Her legs fell off my back, landing flat to either side of me and her
arms slipped from my shoulders and neck, falling limply at odd angles.  I
looked down, and she was out.  I pushed into and out of her a few more
strokes, though my dick was now starting to wilt some.  A wave of calm
overcame me.  I was at peace inside, not all twisted up in knots like I was
afraid before I would be.  I lifted myself with my arms, looking down into
her pretty, relaxed face.  I realized she hadn't looked like this in
months, totally at peace.  She was my angel again.  I looked down our
bodies to where I was still in her.  My cock was still twitching with my
pulse.  I had loaded her with semen.  It started to run out a bit as my
dick shrank.  My beautiful angel, so tiny, so strong, so fragile, so sweet.
I pulled from her, my dick still at half mast.  It slid from her audibly,
she was so tight down there, and the seal had been so solid.  Her body
tensed as I did, but then relaxed when I came free.

   I lifted myself up off the bed and stood.  I looked down on her small
form, laid out like a fallen angel.  There was no blood, she had ruptured
her own hymen months ago, touching herself.  I had taken her virginity, it
seemed, but without the clumsy pain and fumbling normal for a girl her age.
I had completed the angel's fall from grace.

   Tears welled in my eyes.  I had soiled a holy thing.  My seed trickled
out of her still.  I had ruined her perfection, forever.

   A voice said in my head `Well, friend, you finally did it, didn't you?'
Another voice called out `You sick fucker, you just raped your daughter.' A
third voice, this one strident and grating, like a preacher or old time
politician, `Filth like you doesn't deserve to tread the mortal coil.'
Jennifer's voice broke in, `My God, you animal!  I give you a wonder like
Crystal and you use her to sate your lusts?' Jennifer's voice gained
strength, `I left her in your care.  I trusted you.  I loved you.'

   "It's what she wanted." I said lamely.  The tears were rolling down my
face now and my lips were turned down grotesquely.  "She told me to.  I
love her.  I was just trying to do what she said was best." I tried to
defend myself from the voices.  But they would have none of it.

   Jennifer's voice dripped with accusation and poison.  `A twelve year old
can't make that choice, you beast!' Her voice softened a bit, though.  `I
can still love you, Nathaniel.  But you must pay for your sins first.' Her
voice quieted as if moving to a distance.  `Come to me, my love, and bring
yourself to me, and earn my forgiveness.' She said.  `You know the way.'

   I walked over to the night stand.  I knelt and took out the nine
millimeter that I kept there for home defense.  The solid mass of it felt
good in my hand.  It was cool to the touch, too, soothing the nerves that
had been overexcited at the touch of my warm daughter.  "Yes," I said, "I
can come to you, Jennifer."

   I stood back up, holding the pistol in my hand.  I turned it in the
sunlight filtering in through the shades.  It gleamed in its particular
gunmetal blue way.  It was a beautiful thing, deadly, compact, and
efficient.  I sat on the bed, beside my lovely daughter.  Still beautiful
and angelic despite my predations.  Her breathing had slowed now to a
normal slumber.  I allowed my eyes to travel down her long form, her
privates were still leaking my seed, proof of my vile deed.

   `See, honey?' Jennifer asked.  `You see that you almost destroyed her,
and only one way can you hope to fix that.' Her voice grew angered again.
`Do it now, you must pay for your transgress.'

   I cycled the pistol, sending a shell flying.  It bounced off the dresser
and landed on the bed between Crystals spread legs, it rolled to a stop
against her soiled thigh.  I then flipped off the safety and put the barrel
deep into my mouth, bringing it to a rest against my soft palette.  I gave
one last inhale, to steel my nerves.

   The world was turning sideways.  Something had hit me in the head, and
hit me hard.  The gun popped out of my mouth as my arm was similarly hit
and sent off away from me.  The pistol discharged, and I felt the bullet
zing past my left ear.  I felt some pain, and must have actually nicked
myself.  It then registered that I was hearing something else, past the
thunderwhack of the pistol shot.  Screaming.  Someone, somewhere was
screaming.

   I looked over to see if Crystal was being disturbed by all this noise.
She was the one screaming.  She was up on her elbows, and it was her legs
that had struck my head and arm.  I could make out the words now, now that
I knew they were words.

   "No you fucking don't you son of a bitch!" She screamed as another kick
landed on my shoulder.  "You will not leave me alone," She brought the
other leg, the one she had hit my arm with back down, knocking the pistol
from my grip with her heel against my wrist.

   I opened my mouth dumbly to explain that mom had told me to, so I could
rejoin her and then she and Crystal could forgive me.  All I got out was
"Mom told me to..." Then Crystal's strong shin caught me in the temple, and
things went a bit fuzzy.  I feebly reached out to stop the flailing leg,
but it whipped around my hands and the heel connected with my chin.
   The world did a quarter spin, then went black.