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Katrina and Her Daddy
by Que? (address withheld)

***

A father steps over the line for just a couple of 
moments, with his 12-year-old daughter. (Mg, ped, mast, 
inc)

***

It all began the night we left the city to move to 
Arizona. It was a dark, and rainy night as we headed 
down the highway to Phoenix at three o'clock in the 
morning. 

My daughter, Katrina, and I had been traveling for 16 
hours and it had been a long day. We left 3 weeks after 
my wife's funeral and planned to drive straight through 
to Arizona, where we were to live. We had always talked 
about living in Arizona.

With the settlement we received from the insurance 
company, Katrina and I were able to buy a nice ranch 
style house out in the desert, miles from nowhere. My 
wife, Kathy, would have loved the place. 

We were planning on moving away from the big city before 
her car accident. If still alive, she would be pleased 
to see our dream coming true. Now it was just the one 
child and myself. My daughter just turned 12 and was 
still getting over the shock of her mother's death. 

I was beginning to get very sleepy, and began looking 
for a hotel to stop for the night. Katrina was snuggled 
up around my right shoulder with her arm wrapped around 
mine. My precious little girl had been sleeping like 
this for about an hour when she looked up at me and 
said, "Daddy, are we going to stop for the night?" 

<Yes Honey.> I thought. I was too tired to answer, so I 
bent down and kissed her forehead and smiled.

The rain was really pouring down, and Katrina would 
squeeze me tight with each clap of thunder. Finally, a 
Holiday Inn came into view.

I checked in, got the room keys, parked the car and 
carried little Katrina up to the room.

"I'll be right back Honey, I have to get the luggage." 

When I returned, Katrina had already crawled in bed. 
After getting undressed, I stretched out into bed and 
thought about our future- Katrina and I. A loud 
thunderclap rocked the room and little Katrina quickly 
moved herself against me, hugging me tightly. "Daddy, 
I'm scared!" 

<I know Darling...> I hugged her little body close to 
mine.

Katrina had always been scared of thunder and would 
routinely crawl into bed with Cathy and I during stormy 
nights. For some reason tonight felt different.

For the first time I noticed Katrina's young, firm body 
and felt her smooth tight flesh. I started rubbing my 
hand up and down her back, pressing her into me as she 
lay on her stomach, laying halfway on top of me.

I felt her smooth skin as I reassured her, thinking for 
the first time how lovely this young girl was. For a 12 
year old, little Katrina had developed quite nicely, and 
I could feel her 34C breasts smashed against my chest. 

My maturing daughter was a perfect image of her mother, 
just tiny. Perfectly rounded curves, and a nice ass 
which slightly quivered as I slipped my hand down past 
her waist. 

Without thinking I let my hand continue over her little 
butt and started caressing it. I suddenly realized I was 
laying in bed with my daughter, who was practically 
laying on top of me, while I was caressing her ass.

My own daughter, and I was starting to get a hard-on! I 
wondered if I should continue as my hand froze on 
Katrina's little ass. She was sound asleep and had 
slipped her leg over mine. Now, I could feel her little 
mound on my thigh.

Katrina was wearing a night shirt without panties, as 
usual. Katrina hated panties and Kathy always nagged at 
her about that. Her ass felt wonderful through the 
cotton shirt and I pushed her crotch up tighter against 
my thigh. I'd been without female companionship for so 
long, I couldn't help how my body was reacting

By now I had a raging hard-on. It felt too good. Katrina 
was my daughter and besides she was only 12. But my dick 
kept telling me how fine she was, and she was fine... 
too fine. 

And a fine mess it would be if I got caught acting on my 
fantasies. I dismissed the thought and I just held 
Katrina close to me and fell asleep.

**

The next morning we continued on and arrived at our 
house late that evening. Being tired from the trip we 
immediately took our baths and then headed straight to 
bed. The young girl came out of the bathroom with her 
thin-laced nighty and I could tell she had on no 
underwear.

One could see right through lacy-holes in the nighty, 
her delicious nipples were poking through the thin 
fabric. 

She came up to me and said, "Daddy, can I sleep with you 
again tonight, please?" 

"Sure Honey, crawl into bed with me," I said back to 
her, smiling even wider inside.

At that, my young child slid into bed, snuggled up to me 
while mashing her young firm tits into my chest. She 
felt so good as I wrapped my arm around her back and 
pulled her young body close against mine. Katrina moved 
her leg over mine and without realizing pushed her knee 
up into my hardening cock. 

She then looked up at me and said, "I love you Daddy, 
please don't ever leave me." 

She squeezed me real tight, pressing her chest and 
crotch against me and started squirming her little ass 
back and forth against my leg. She looked up at me and 
kissed me full on the lips. 

By now my hand had pulled her little nighty up above her 
waist exposing her tight little ass to my wandering 
hand. She didn't seem to notice, so I squeezed her 
little butt cheek and pulled it apart from the other 
letting my little finger fall into her butt crack. 

Katrina said nothing. 

At that point I got scared again and I removed my hand 
from her butt. I gently smoothed out her nighty and 
hugged her close to me. 

"Goodnight, Honey," I smiled at her.

**

The next two weeks we settled into our new house, and 
got used to our new life. Katrina would spend the day 
with her household chores while I worked around the 
house fixing, repairing, and improving. 

My young housemate and I decided that it would be best 
not to enroll her in a public school because, (1): the 
closest school was 125 miles away, and (2): Katrina 
wanted me to teach her about computers and programming.

Since I worked out of my office at home, I agreed that 
it would be best to stay at home.

And the best it was. Katrina worked around the house 
wearing the skimpiest of clothing. Sometimes short 
shorts, a size too small, with a loose half cut halter 
top which would always reveal her succulent breasts 
whenever she bent over. 

Other times Katrina wore a micro-mini skirt with a skin 
tight top that accentuated her full firm breasts and 
tight nipples. And since she never wore panties, I could 
see her gorgeous ass whenever she bent over. 

One of her miniskirts was made of a cotton stretch 
material and was constantly riding up her legs which 
covered only half her ass and almost fully exposed her 
little pussy. It was literally driving me crazy. 

Katrina never seemed to mind or notice these displays of 
hers and would crave attention from me all day, 
periodically jumping up on me wrapping her legs around 
my waist. 

I could feel her bare pussy mashed against my thigh 
while she squeezed her chest against mine and say, "I 
love you Daddy, we're going to be so happy together!"

Yes darling, I certainly agree. 

**

That night, and like most every other night since my 
wife's death, Katrina crawled into bed with me after I 
was almost asleep. 

Usually, if there wasn't a thunderstorm or something, 
she would just show up at bedtime and kind of hang 
around until I got into bed. Then she would start pining 
about how she missed her mommy and wanted to snuggle 
with me for a while. 

I would usually give in and let her in my bed. If I sent 
her back to bed she would just return later after I fell 
asleep. 

And that was the scary part. It wasn't enough to know 
she was in bed with me, that was torture. Sometimes I 
would dream of her sucking on my cock and would wake up 
with my arms and body all over my daughter while she 
slept. 

This night was somewhat different in the fact I was 
completely naked, not expecting her to show up (or was 
I?!). Additionally, when Katrina slid up next to me I 
noticed that she, too, also was nude. 

"What's wrong Honey, couldn't you sleep?" I said to her 
softly, "and why aren't you wearing a nightshirt?"

Katrina said nothing, and in the darkness I couldn't see 
her face. 

I believed she was asleep, and maybe had sleep-walked 
into my bedroom. So anyway, there she was, laying up 
against me in all her naked glory. I felt tingles 
shooting up and down my body as every inch of her body 
contacted mine. 

I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her body into me. 
She moved her leg over mine, pushing her knee up into my 
slowly, but surely, hardening cock. 

As my dick grew larger and larger, I was again faced 
with the torture of my fantasies. My hand glided up and 
down her back and ass, feeling her soft tight skin. I 
felt like just ravishing her once and for all, plowing 
my raging hard-on deep into her little body. 

But I couldn't because she was only 12... and my 
daughter... and she was asleep... and she was so fine... 
I continued to caress her body with my left hand while 
my other hand reached over and began to stroke my 
twitching cock.

I pulled her higher against my body and slid my prick up 
between her thighs with my left hand, pushing it tight 
against her butt crack. I kept my cock in that position 
and slowly humped her back and forth. 

Katrina continued to breathe slow and deep so I got just 
a little bolder and with my right hand I gently cupped 
her left breast and ever so lightly pinched her nipple.

Her breast was so perfect, so full and firm... I wanted 
to bend down and kiss the nipple but I was afraid of 
waking her. I squeezed her breast and played with the 
nipple some more, while with my other hand, I held my 
dick tight against her slit and butt crack while I 
continued to hump her. 

I discovered to my surprise that her pussy was slightly 
wet, so I placed the head of my dick in front of her 
moist entrance. I slowly moved my cock up and down her 
now slippery cunt rubbing it back and forth across her 
clit, and then tested the entrance to her little cunt 
hole. 

Tight, real tight. I didn't think it would go in, but my 
orgasm was building inside me as I continued to stroke 
her wet little pussy with my hard cock. 

I slid my right hand under Katrina's stomach and reached 
for my dick. I began to stroke it harder and harder 
until my orgasm could hold back no more. My left hand 
grabbed her ass firmly. My hips bucked as I shot a wad 
that must have hit the ceiling, shot after shot of cum 
was erupting from my cock in what was surely the biggest 
orgasm of my life. 

Totally out of my mind, I placed the head of my dick at 
the entrance to her tight little butt-hole and deposited 
the last couple shots into her little sweet, sweet ass. 

I continued rubbing her with my finger, moving down to 
her slit. I felt moisture and the tiny girl moaned 
softly. I wiggled my finger into the source of wetness 
and my Darling squirmed her little ass some more. I 
moved my wet finger up to her clitoris and lightly 
rubbed the moisture into it. 

Katrina moaned some more and began kissing my chest. Her 
hand moved down to my rock hard cock, grasping it and 
pulling on it. My right hand moved up and encased one of 
her fine tits. 

For a 12 year old, Katrina had well developed breasts, 
about the size of half-oranges with little brown nipples 
that pointed up slightly. Through the fabric of her 
nighty, I squeezed and lightly pinched her nipples, 
flicking them between my fingers, feeling them swell and 
harden. 

"Oh Daddy, that feels so good. Don't stop!" 

But I did. And I never touched my daughter "sexually" 
again. But I never stopped thinking about that incident 
and I'll always have the memory, although I think 
Katrina has pretty much forgotten it, or at least 
suppressed the memory of it.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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