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(MF, inc, 1st) *** ACT I I was only thirteen, but it was beautiful. My Aunt Sandra, who was 25 at the time, had come home. She had heard about my grandmother's death and came home for a few weeks to try to patch things together. Apparently when she was 19, she had a falling out with my mother and my grandmother, and she moved out of state. Now she was back, though for only a month to try to help with the funeral arrangements. It was a tense situation, but I think I helped to calm it for everyone. I missed my Aunt Sandra when she left, and I was taking the time now to catch up. I told her everything, even the fact that I had a girlfriend. She took me aside and told me that she would show me the ropes. I agreed, and we started an affair that ended at the end of the month, when her and my mother couldn't patch it up. She left me kinda empty, but at least I knew what I was doing with a girl. That was thirteen years ago. Perhaps I should introduce myself. I'm Earl. I'm 27 now, living with a good job in another state, keeping up with my mother as often as I can. I had a steady stream of girlfriends, but I never considered myself marriage material at all. Then one night in early June, there was a knock at my apartment door. I looked out the peep-hole to see a young girl, tall, blonde, and one hell of a figure. I opened it up, thinking maybe she was selling something. "Hello. Are you Earl?" she asked. "Yes. Can I ask who you are?" I was kinda curious how she knew my name. She walked in the door and set her back-pack on the floor. "Great. My mom didn't think that this was you when she looked it up on the internet. But here you are." She just kinda stood there, looking at my apartment. I closed the door, and turned to her. "That's nice, but that doesn't tell me anything about you. Let's start with your name, and then we can go to who your mother is." I was kind of angry at this strange girl coming in. She walked over to my kitchen table. "Can I sit down?" She didn't bother waiting for a response. "My name is Helen. I'm 13 years old, and I flew out here specifically to see you. My mom set me up with a hotel if I need it, but she didn't think it would be necessary. By the way, my mother's name is Sandra." I kinda stopped where I was, kinda confused. "The only Sandra I know is my long-lost aunt. I haven't seen her since I was thirteen." Helen just looked at me. "And that was thirteen years ago. I'm not just your cousin here." To say that I was shocked was a bit of an understatement. "Can I offer you some cola here?" I asked her. She nodded yes, and I poured us both cold glasses of cola, and I sat with her at the table. "How did your mom find me?" She took a rather large drink from her glass. "Well, she looked you up back in your hometown. She didn't see your name there at all, so she hired someone to take a look. Turns out you were here. So mom set up reservations at a hotel for me to stick around for a couple of weeks, and told me to see you first. She also gave me this to give to you." She pulled an envelope out of her pocket and handed it to me. The envelope had my name on the front, so I opened it up. There was a note and four photos inside. Three of the photos were Helen as an infant and toddler, the last one was a picture of Aunt Sandra. I read the note: *** Dear Earl, Please forgive me for doing this without calling you, I didn't know how to start that conversation. When we were together thirteen years ago, I didn't have you wear a condom because I wanted you to feel a women naturally. I usually have my lovers wear one, but you were different. Well, who knew I was fertile that month we were together? When I found out I was pregnant with your child, I decided to not call you, and tell Helen that her father was some guy who was in my life for the shortest amount of time. It was about a year ago, she started to ask more about her father. I decided to tell her the truth, that she was born from the seed of my nephew. And about a month ago, she asked if she might be able to meet you one day. I tracked you down, and set this trip up as quickly as possible. I ask that you let her stay at your place. If not, there is a reservation for her at a hotel just down the street from your building. Her return ticket is open-ended. Don't worry about giving her or I any money. A couple of years ago, I hit a jackpot with some key investments, so we are pretty well set. The note was signed with love. I looked at the pictures. Helen was a beautiful girl, right from birth. And Aunt Sandra? She was still beautiful. *** "So now that you read the note, and you can take in the whole picture, what do you think?" She had finished her cola at this point, so I picked it up and went to refill it. "Well Helen, I think I can make up the sofa bed for you if you like. But I want to make a few things clear before you stay," I told her. "First of all, since your ticket is open-ended, I want you to tell your mother that you will be coming home at the end of summer. Second, where is your luggage?" I was a bit surprised that this girl had flown out here for at least two weeks and only had a backpack for luggage. "It's being sent over. The backpack had enough clothing for a couple of days. I have to call Mom and tell her where to send it." She took the refill and finished it quickly. "Peanuts make one pretty thirsty." I handed her my house phone, but she pulled out her cell phone and dialed. "Hi Mom! Made it. He didn't get angry at all. In fact, he's gunna let me stay on the couch bed, so you can send along clothing to his address. How long? Hold on." She put the phone to her chest. "How long can I stay wit you?" "Until you have to go back to school," I replied. She went back to her phone call. "Until the end of summer. Thanks Mom. I love you." She hung up the phone. "She's excited that you and I will be spending time together." "Are you hungry? I'm going to order some pizza. What do you like on yours?" *** While we ate the pizza, she told me all about Aunt Sandra. How that she had never actually married, had several boyfriends, even a few girlfriends. Helen never really had a boyfriend, but had gone out on a couple of dates to the movies and such like that. I told her that I wasn't married, no any plans in the future to do so. I told her all about my job as a computer science professor at the local university here. And I told her that since I only teach part time during the summer, we had a lot of time to get to know each other. She was all excited at that one. "So, you do know about sex, right?" I didn't want to bring up the full story on an unsuspecting teen, so I asked that question. She wiped sauce from her lips. "Of course, silly. With my mom as she is, I learned about it right away. She was never one for modesty around me. We even lived clothing-optional at home," she told me. Considering she was from LA, and who her mother is, I didn't doubt it. "Well, your mother and I had a fling when she was in town when your grandmother died. She wanted to teach me all about sex so I wouldn't embarrass my girlfriend. And that's how it happened," I told her. And then another thought came to mind. "Say, she didn't teach you the ropes, or have someone do that for you, did she?" She almost choked on the last of her pizza on that one. After swallowing, she replied, "No. But I have seen her have sex plenty of times. She used to keep it a secret from me, but about a year ago, I accidentally walked in on her and one of her dates. They didn't notice until the very end, and I had seen the whole thing. After that, she didn't care where or when sex happened. I have seen her fuck several men, sleep with several women, and even at the same time. But as for me, I am still a virgin." I just nodded. "Well, if you want to go clothing optional, just make sure that I don't have someone over. I don't care if you walk around here naked." I started to clear out the table. I came out of the utility room after dumping the garbage, I came out and she was topless then. "Thank God, too, because I only like how this bra makes me look. I can't stand wearing it, though," she said as she held her bra up for all to see. She gave it a toss and it landed on the couch in the living room, on top of her shirt. "And if you feel the need, I don't care. Like I said before, I have seen so many dicks in my time, what's one more?" I thought for a second, and I decided that now was a good time as any. I stripped out of my shirt and pants, revealing myself to my cousin/daughter. She smiled as my floppy dick came into sight. "If you like what you see, forget it. I'm still your father," I told her with a smile. "Didn't stop you and Mom," she smiled back. I still had a sock in my hand, so I threw it at her. "Hey, that was a sock." "Keep it up, and I might fill the next one with a rock." Where did that rhyme come from? She then took off her shoes and socks. She balled up her socks and threw them both at me. I threw them back at her and laughed. She then took off her pants and threw them at me. She was laughing all the time that I was fumbling around with her pants. I threw them in the living room and said, "Now stop that. You have more ammo than me right now. No fair." "All's fair in love and war," she told me. She stood up and walked over to me. She looked at me in the face, and then gave me a big bear hug. "Thank you. Thank you for not being mad at me or Mom." I hugged this young girl back, and felt a slight stirring in my loins. I had to break it off, or something bad would happen. She must have noticed, because she went red as well. "Um, perhaps I should take a shower. I feel a bit funky about the cross- country plane trip," she said and ran towards my bathroom. I went and down on the couch next to her pile of clothing. I must say that my daughter was quite something to look at, but she was my daughter. My aunt was one thing, but she was my daughter. I took a look at her pants and shirt. Her bra looked beautiful, but it did look uncomfortable as well. I got up and walked into my kitchen and grabbed myself a beer. I sat down and drank it down pretty quickly while listening to the shower run. After a few minutes, Helen came out with the towel wrapped around her head only. "No since in wrapping it around my body. I'm already dry there. Just the hair needs to be dried." She sat next to me and smiled at me. "Helen, did you ever know anybody as a father?" I asked. She thought for a moment, but shook her head. I looked at her naked form up and down, noticing the beauty that was there. She saw this and kinda smiled. I noticed that there wasn't much in the way of pubic hair. And she saw me notice that. "Mom always has hers shaved off. She says it makes things better in the oral department. Like it?" I could only nod. "I could show you how to do yours if you want." I looked at her a bit shocked. "Is that how you talk to you father?" I asked? She just smiled and grabbed my hand. She pulled me into the bathroom and she sat me on the toilet seat. "What are you doing?" She grabbed my shaving cream and my really nice razor. "Trust me, your next girlfriend will thank you when she swallows that monster on you." She then squirted the foam on my balls and area and lathered it up. "And trust me, this is not a sexual thing for me. I have shaved some people, but never got off on it." Helen then continued to lather up the sack. She then took my razor and pulled it across my nuts. I kinda flinched, but then relaxed when I noticed that it actually felt good. She kept going until I had only a small patch of hair above my dick. She then took some scissors that she had laid around and trimmed that small patch as well. "Honey, I think that might be a nice feeling from now on. I'm going to have to do it all the time," I told her. She stood up and smiled. "But it is getting late, and you showed up on a night before I have to work. So I have to hit the shower as well, and when I get out, I'll set up the couch bed for you." I took my shower, rising to attention. I couldn't walk out like this, so I did something with it. I grabbed my rock-hard penis and yanked and pulled until I came. Strange thing was, thoughts of my new daughter were floating in my head the whole time. I came out, drying my hair, and Helen had figured out the couch set up. I usually keep a sheet on there in case a friend has to crash drunk. "I hope you don't mind, I just set it up for you. I'm going to watch some television before I sleep. I don't know if I'm going to be awake when you get up, but I will be here when you get home," she told me. "Sure honey. If you do happen to go out on the town, just be home before 7, because that's when I will have dinner ready." I kissed her forehead. "Goodnight, my new daughter." and with that, I went into my room to sleep for the night. *** The next morning, she was as she said, still asleep. I found I could do just about anything and she wasn't going to wake up. All through work, I couldn't help wondering if Helen was alright. I got home from work, and she was there cooking something. "Hi Dad. I'm making dinner, I hope you don't mind," she said from my stove. I couldn't help but giggle a little. She was wearing just an apron, and nothing else. She looked down at it, and said, "You didn't have one, so when I bought food for dinner, I bought this as well." Let me tell you, hot food and naked skin is not always fun." I walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. "Well, I don't mind you cooking. Just clean up when you are done." I should have eaten my words. I looked around and saw that anything that was out of place before had been put away. Helen continued stirring at the pot and told me, "I learned that from my mother. Clean up after yourself. So I ran your vacuum. Again, hope you don't mind." I went into my room and shed off my clothing. No sense in her being the only one almost naked. I came out and it appeared she was done cooking. Helen had made spaghetti and meat sauce. "Grandma's recipe. Kinda scary that we both have the same grandmother, and you are my father." We sat down, and while we ate, she asked me all sorts of questions about my job. I told her all about it, and how I got the job at such a young age, and managed to keep the older professors at bay. I had a few questions about Aunt Sandra as well, but the answers were nowhere near as fun as my answers. Once dinner was done, I pulled out the ice cream I keep in my freezer. Sometimes, its good to have around. I scooped us a couple of bowls and we sat on the couch to watch some television. There wasn't much on the network stations, but there was this really good movie on the premium channels. We watched it in silence, but started to get a bit uncomfortable with the shower scene. Helen was stirring in her place during the scene. I had to do some fancy work to cover myself up as I was getting pretty aroused from the scene. I tried to move my legs around, but it wasn't happening. My hard-on was starting to show. I heard Helen giggle a bit. "Got to love how easy it is for me to hide the fact that I'm turned on," she giggled. I looked over and it looked like she wanted to climb over here and mount me. "Don't worry about it. Remember, I've been watching my mother have sex for a while now." with that, I kinda relaxed a bit and let it all hang out. She looked over at it in full view and went wide eyed. "Of course, I see why you would have such a hard time covering that thing up. It's huge when hard." A simple line, considering that she had a good hold of it last night, and it isn't even full hard yet. Just most of the way. "Do you say that to all the boys?" "Nope. Just my father," Helen replied. "Wow. I know I saw it last night when I shaved it, but I didn't get a good look at it." "Yep, this is the penis that made you," I told her as my ego was taking over. She was so close, I could feel the heat of her breath. It was feeling a bit too good, and I started to get harder. She reached over and let a finger lightly touch it. "It's so hard." she took more of it in her hand. I didn't know what to do at this point, I was frozen in my seat. Her hand started to wrap around it. She was gently rubbing it, giving me a soft yank-job. I was breathing heavy at this point. She came up and kissed me full on the lips. I, in auto-pilot, responded back with a full kiss. Our body's came close, and we the heat of the moment really took over. Her hand quickly picked up the pace on my cock. I reached down and returned the favor and I stuck a finger in her. I noticed that there was no hymen. I thought that she said she was a virgin? I didn't care. My daughter had the sex drive of her mother. I brought her off to an orgasm pretty quickly. Once that passed, she bent down and let her mouth take over where her hand was. She was sucking on my cock, and I must admit it was pretty good. She was sucking on my cock, and in no time I was filling her mouth with my cum. She swallowed every drop, even going as far as to suck whatever was dribbling out. "Helen baby, I thought you said you were a virgin. Where is the hymen? And where did you learn to suck like that?" I asked. "Daddy, do you think with a mother like mine she wouldn't have gotten me my first dildo?" She looked at me with an innocent gleam in her eye. "And as for the cock sucking, I learned how to do that last month. Mom was at work, and I went over to her boyfriend's house. I asked him to teach me, and I learned how to suck on a dildo and a banana. You were the first real cock I've had." I leaned in and kissed her. "Is that why you came out here? To seduce me?" Didn't plan on it. But I was hoping that it would happen." she leaned in and kissed me again. "Daddy, let's go to bed. I want to feel you inside me. I want you to be my first man." I picked her up from the couch and turned off the television. I took her into my bedroom and laid her out. I kissed her passionately on the lips and kissed her down to her sweet and innocent pussy. I started to tease her a bit, licking around her slit, and around her hole, but never really going for the gold. I had her at the edge for quite some time, ready for me. I then went in and started nibbling on her young clit. I shoved in a finger or two and kept her on the edge of orgasm for quite some time, savoring the taste of her sweet young pussy. She kept moaning out something that sounded like it was daddy, but I wasn't sure. I came up, and she kissed me hard, tasting all her juices from my mouth. She broke off the kiss and said, "fuck me Daddy. Fuck me now. I want to feel my father inside of me." I placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her hole and rubbed it up and down for a moment. I then slowly pushed into her hole. She moaned and purred as it went in. I got to her bottom, which wasn't even my bottom. I let myself site there for a moment, letting her get used to me in there. She started to move her hips up and down, and I took that as a cue to start pumping. I was fucking her pretty hard after a point. She was making grunting sounds, as I felt her orgasm again and again around my massive cock. I fucked her hard. I felt myself come close to the edge, so I pulled out. No sense in making her just like her mother. I stepped up and put my cock at her face. She took it right in her mouth, savoring the taste of her own juices. She sucked me off to orgasm and swallowed every drop. I plopped down on the bed next to her, in a state of shock of what I just did. She leaned in and kissed me. "thank you Daddy. I loved that." and with that, she climbed up on me and impaled herself on my cock again. She started to ride me like a horse. I couldn't help but feel her up as she fucked me, yet again. "I want to feel you cum in me Daddy. I want to feel you pump me full of your baby making sperm." That was it. The fact that I had this young thing ridding me, and that I was her father was too much for me. I came for a third time that night, right up her delicate little snatch. I don't remember much after that, considering that I passed out right then and there. *** I woke up the next morning and found young Helen sucking on my rod yet again. I laid back and enjoyed what I was getting. Of all my girlfriends, none ever did this for me. It took me a few moments to finally cum, but I did manage to cum out a good morning load. "I heard that guys like to wake up from a blow-job," Helen said to me. She then bounced off the bed and ran into the bathroom. I heard her start to pee in there, so I went into the kitchen and decided that I didn't want to make breakfast. Helen came bounding out of the bathroom and asked, "So what are thinking about breakfast?" "How about we go out for breakfast? I don't want to cook this morning," I suggested. "Sure. Let me put something on." Helen tramped off into the living room and pulled out an outfit from her backpack. I went into my bedroom and found a t-shirt and jeans. My favorite casual outfit. When I came back out into the living room, Helen was dressed in a tank top and a mini skirt. "Let's go, Daddy." *** After breakfast was done, we came home to find a package left at my door. Helen kinda squealed and grabbed the package. Apparently her mother had shipped her clothing express. We brought it inside and opened up to find her luggage. She opened it up and I saw all the tight fitting outfits. "Not much on the way of modesty, are you two?" I asked as I held up a rather short skirt that would barely cover her ass. I don't see one thing for church." Helen looked up and smiled at me. "Nope. We don't do church." "Well, go ahead and find a place to store the luggage," I told her. I took the box that it came in and took it down to the garbage. When I came back, Helen was sitting on the couch, naked to the world. I looked over and saw that she was playing with herself with a bright pink floppy dildo. "I hope you don't mind, Daddy. I just love this thing," she said. I plopped down next to her and took hold of the thing and started to play around in her with it. Helen just sat there and smiled as I thrust the fake cock in and out of her juicy pussy. I got down on my knees and started to lick at her clit as I thrust her with the dildo. "Oh Daddy, fuck me. Fuck my wet pussy. I want to feel your cock in me again," she breathlessly begged of me. I pulled the dildo out and stood up. I entered her hole right there on my couch. After what felt like hours, I felt the tingle of my impending was of cum. I quickly pulled out of her twat and quickly put my dick to her mouth. She opened up and quickly swallowed my hot load, mingled with her juices. "I plopped down on the couch somewhat low on breath. "Helen, you wear me out," I told her without breath. "But there is something we have to be careful of. I don't want you to become too much like your mother and have my child. That would raise a lot of questions." Helen then leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "I know Daddy. I actually like to eat your cum with my juices." She then bent over and started to lick at my cock. "I'm just gunna play, is that alright?" She gave me one of her sexy little smiles and just played around with my cock and balls, giving gentle little licks here and there. And that's when her cell phone rang. I picked it up from the table and looked at the caller ID. "Your mother is calling. I want to say hello," I said. Helen just kept playing around. I flipped open the phone. "Hi Aunt Sandra. How are you?" "Great! So nice to hear your voice. I hope you didn't mind me sending Helen to see you out of the blue. She just wanted to meet her father." "It's not problem. And she is a great girl, so I'm letting her stay here." "That's good. Has she gone clothing optional yet?" "Yep, and she got me doing it as well." "That's my little girl. She never quite got used to wearing a lot of clothing." "And what she has was a bit eyebrow rising as well." "When she turned thirteen, I gave in and started to let her wear that skimpy stuff. "But she is beautiful. We sure did make a beautiful daughter." "That we did. Is she around? I want to talk to her." "No. She's in the bathroom right now. She left the phone sitting here." "It's a miracle that she remembered to take it with her on the trip. Well, thank you for letting her stay with you. I hope she isn't too much trouble." "No, she isn't. She's been a perfect doll ever since she arrived." "So I was wondering if it would be too much if I came out for a weekend to see you?" "Actually, that would be no problem at all." "Good. I can't stay for more than a weekend because of work, but I will be out there in July." "I can't wait." "Me either." "Perfect. Tell Helen to call me later. I'll talk to you later." "Talk to you later." I hung up the phone and put it back on the table. "your mother wants you to call later." Helen didn't say anything. She was too busy sucking on my shaven nutsack. "You have stubble. We should take care of it. But not now. Are you hungry? I'm hungry," she said. She then swung her legs over my head and her own head between my legs. She was now upside down and started to suck in my cock. "Feast on my pussy, my beautiful father." And I did just that. *** Several hours later, we had cleaned up and decided to go see a movie. The previews made it look good, but it was nothing special. Afterwards, we pulled into the grocery store. I needed some more food for the fridge. While we were in there, Helen went off to look at the magazines. I was looking at the frozen food section when I saw her. The girl I was screwing last month, Jenna. "Hey Jenna," I said as I walked up to her. She turned around and was a bit shocked. "Hey Earl. How are you?" She was smoking hot, and she always showed it off. "Not bad. What have you been up to? Haven't seen you in a couple of weeks." "I know. I was out of town for a couple of days with my sister. She needed to get away for some time, and I just kinda was busy. What about you?" Well, actually a relative came into town, and I got her over for the summer. You should come by and meet her," I didn't know what I was doing there. I think I was going on auto pilot here. Or at least my cock was. "Yeah, how about tomorrow?" Jenna asked. "Perfect. Come on by for dinner around 7," I told her. She gave a little wave and walked away. I looked up to see Helen standing behind Jenna. She had a devious smile on this time. "Who was that?" Helen asked, placing the magazines in the basket. "My last fuck-buddy, Jenna. She's going to come by for dinner tomorrow. I hope you don't mind?" I really should have asked my new fuck-buddy. "Nope. I want to meet her. I want to meet others who have had my daddy." God, that turned me on when she called me daddy during sex. "Come on, I want to finish up here and get back home. The ice cream will melt." To be continued... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 60