("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Tan Lines by Bald Eagle (raptor@large.com) *** A father is sorely tempted by his pretty young teenage daughter. (M/f-teen, inc) *** A lot of people laugh at the antiquated concept of the Devil and I was one of them until one hot and sunny day last summer. It all began innocently enough... After my wife Sarah died, my daughter Julie and I did the best we could to get along without her but eventually both of us felt the need for a woman in our lives. I met Mary at one of those seminars for single professionals and we hit it off right away. She was beautiful and successful and I was shy and lonely. After we had dated a few times, I introduced her to Julie and the two of them hit it off pretty well too. One night Mary convinced me that maintaining two households was simply not cost effective and within the month we married. It was after we had married that I discovered exactly how successful she had been, holding a portfolio of blue-chip stocks and owning a summer house on Martha's Vineyard. It was at that summer house that my tussle with the Devil occurred. Mary had to go off-island for the day, departing on the first ferry and leaving me and Julie to our own devices. I slept in. After I woke up and was pouring my first cup of coffee, I looked out the kitchen window and spotted Julie down on our private beach, spreading out a blanket and wearing the tiniest, pinkest bikini I'd ever seen. I had been vaguely aware of the fact that she was growing up, but seeing her in that bikini made me realize that my little girl was already beyond cute and moving quickly towards becoming a woman. I ate a light breakfast and decided to go down to the beach to sit with Julie and soak up the sun. When I came crunching through the sand towards her blanket, Julie was lying on her stomach reading a magazine and I noticed that there was no swimsuit strap across her back. There were however two broad and bright white lines running east to west where the double strap from last year's child's swimsuit had blocked out the sun. Julie heard me coming and greeted me with a languid, "Morning, Dad." I sat down beside her and removed my shirt. "Dad, now that you're here, would you mind rubbing some suntan lotion on my back?" she asked. I commented that she appeared to be missing the top of her bikini and with a sweet giggle she countered that Mary had told her that tan lines were unsightly and the mark of an unsophisticated woman. I chuckled as I picked up the bottle of suntan lotion, which had been made hot to the touch by the blazing sun. I poured some into my left hand and then rubbed my hands together. "Work on those tan lines, please, Dad," mumbled Julie. I started up around the nape of her neck and moved gradually down her backbone, spreading the coconut- scented lotion left and right. It was a bit of a strain, so I scuttled around behind her and knelt between her spread out legs. I went to work again, spreading the warm and slippery lotion over her shoulder blades, when suddenly I recalled going through the exact same motions about 20 years before, with her mother, on a beach in southern California. I guess I slipped into a reverie and my hands slowed to a stop as I tripped back in time. "The tan lines, Dad. Don't forget the tan lines." Julie's voice brought me back to the present and I obediently began spreading lotion over the two white lines. Where was that beach so long ago? San Diego? Del Mar? Although I closed my eyes to try to bring the distant memory into focus, I didn't neglect my duties and continued spreading the lotion, lower and lower down Julie's firm young back. I had reached the top edge of her bikini bottom when Julie reminded me gently, "The tan lines, Dad. You're forgetting the tan lines." I opened my eyes and took a look at the tan lines. They weren't really all that ugly but if Julie wanted them eradicated, well, what's a father for? I poured some more lotion into my hands and began to smother those tan lines with determination. My mind began to wander again as I smeared the viscous liquid across my daughter's back and I was only slightly aware of the bone and muscle beneath my palms. When I felt her rib bones curving under, it seemed to me that I was nearing the end of my task, but Julie said quietly, "A little further Dad." In my mind I was back in California, young and strong and afraid of nothing, and my hands were on auto-pilot, stroking and smoothing away those damned tan lines. "A little more, Dad." As if from a great distance, I received a weak signal from my fingertips that they had moved from bone to tender flesh and were climbing a slight grade. My mind snapped back to the present and my body froze. "Jesus Christ! I'm feeling up my own daughter!" I distinctly heard Julie say, "Still a little more, Dad," and I swear I heard the Devil laugh, somewhere up inside my skull. I removed my hands from my daughter's body and stared at them for what seemed like hours. Then, in the slow motion movements of a dream, I picked up the bottle of hot suntan lotion and squirted a pool of it into my hand. I rubbed my hands together, and mumbling "Tan lines" I placed my hands on either side of her spine and oh-so-slowly traced the tan lines, towards her arms, under her rib cage, then up those two mounds on the other side. Julie raised her torso off the towel a bit and my fingertips glided over a bumpy edge and found her nipples. I swear I wanted to turn back, to quit, to beg her forgiveness, but somebody somewhere (the Devil?), pushed my arms and Boom! there I was, rubbing my slippery fingers over two taut nipples that kept growing longer and harder. God, what a delicious feeling it was. Julie began making little whimpering noises and my stiff cock was pushing out my swim trunks like a tent pole. As I leaned forward to give Julie a tender kiss on the nape of her neck, my tent pole wedged into the crack of her ass and Julie jumped up like she had been shot. I thought, "Oh shit, she's going to call the police on me or something," but to my surprise, she was pushing down her bikini bottom, then stepping out of it. My daughter resumed her original position on the blanket and, in a voice that was too husky to be that of a child, whispered, "A little more, Dad." My trunks were off in a flash and I was pouring more suntan lotion onto my hands. I slathered some on my cock and then bent forward again to rub those tan lines off my daughter's succulent breasts. My cock was now riding up and down in the crack of her ass, slippery with lotion and hard as Japanese geometry. Julie's whimpers now turned to low moans and her nipples felt like some exotic berry in my busy fingers. As my left hand continued to tease her left nipple, my right hand slowly snaked its way down her belly. Julie raised herself a bit more off the blanket, and my right hand slid over the tiny patch of hair on her pubic mound and my cock slipped down from the crack of her ass to the crack of her pussy. Julie was breathing through her mouth now, making that raspy "haaah, haaah" sound that always turns me up a notch. My cock was 100% vertical but Julie was pushing backwards and forwards, causing it to ride up and down in her downy slit, which was supplying its own moisturizer by now. "More Dad, more..." When the oily fingers of my right hand began making little circles over her clitoris, Julie's body flushed red, tan lines and all, and I could feel her legs trembling. "Oh, Dad. Unnnhhh. Oh jezus. Unnnnhh. Oh, shit, that feels good." I began tweaking and tickling the lips of her pussy, gently spreading them wider, and with my left hand, I bent my cock down so that the head was pressed straight against the pink rosebud of her open pussy. "This is gonna hurt a little, hon." "It's okay, more Dad. Just give me more!" Putting my hands on her hips, I guided her backwards until the head was in. Her vaginal lips sucked it in hungrily and gave it a squeeze of welcome that sent a shock wave right up my spine. "Yes. More Dad. More..." By straightening my back slowly, I was able to raise myself up and forward, and I moved both hands around front to fondle Julie's clitoris while watching in utter awe as my shaft slipped deeper and deeper in. Julie began shaking, crying, laughing, shouting, and bucking, all at the same time. My cock disappeared completely into my darling daughter and Julie was rocking hard back on it, jamming it into herself with jerky thrusts and then shivering as she lunged forward to feel its full length. Recognizing those hoarse pants that always signal an orgasm, I squeezed her swollen clit with one hand and a nipple with the other. When she finally came, the noise was enough to scare off every seagull on the beach. Thank god it was a private beach. Since that terrible day, I've never again touched my daughter in an inappropriate way. And I have vowed that I never will. Unless she's wearing that tiny pink bikini. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 50