Unknown - The camping trip

Ginny wondered if her father was really interested in young girls. The books he read, seemed to suggest it. Maybe he'd be interested in her, if she acted sexy around him. It had been fun, what they did the other day, but her father had made no further advances to the little girl, so she figured he wasn't interested. Maybe she was wrong. Ginny determined to find out.

Putting the books back, Ginny kept on looking. Wow! A string of videos, some of them obviously X-rated:

Debbie does Dallas…The whole town?

Deep throat…No way!

Taboo II…Taboo? Sounds like a witch-doctor.

Curious, Ginny turned on the bedside TV, and slipped the cartridge into the VCR slot. Somebody had been watching the film, and hadn't rewound it. Ginny was about to push the rewind button when the screen snapped into full color and sound, as the

VCR slipped automatically into "PLAY".

"I never saw anybody fuck their sister before." Ginny's hand snapped away from the rewind button as though it had been slapped. The little girl watched, as the madly fucking couple, on the screen worked towards their climax, encouraged by a young er girl who was obviously enjoying the show. "Oh! He is good, like you said he was" Said the cute blonde playing the "little sister", on the screen. Shortly, Ginny watched the older boy, as he tensed up, and began squirting sperm inside his "little sister". The boy pulled his cock out of the girl. His "sister" reached down, grabbed her "brother's" huge cock in her little hand, and milked several drops of creamy sperm onto her belly.

Then the girl hurriedly pushed her "big brother's" still squirt ing cock back inside her vagina, where it belonged, and resumed fucking. Ginny turned the video off. This was the last straw.

She was so horny, she could cry. In fact, she started to. Ginny blindly stuffed the cartridge back on the shelf, and ran to her own room, where she started bawling. "It just isn't Fair!" She said to herself. "Everybody else is getting it. Why can't I?"

Snuffling, the little girl cried herself to sleep. By the time she woke up, her mother had returned, and the house was filling with wonderful aromas, as the little woman prepared dinner.

Ginny resolved to ask her mother for help, After all, look what Arlene had done for Cindy. With this resolution, Ginny started to feel better, and headed for dinner.

As stated before, Arlene had a lot of empathy. However, you didn't need to be an empath, to see that there was something wrong with Ginny, as she dragged herself to the dinner table. The little girl's nose was red and swollen, her eyes were bloodshot, and there were wrinkles in her pretty little face that had obviously been put there when the little girl had fallen asleep with her face pressed into her teddy-bear. Ginny had outgrown the bear several years ago, but still turned to it when there was no one else.

The smells of Arlene's cooking was usually enough to revive a faint heart, but the little woman could tell that this was no small matter. "What's the matter Ginny?" She inquired, her heart going out to the little girl.

George paused, the cup of coffee halfway to his mouth. The distress of his smallest child almost broke his heart. The little girl always seemed so sad, but this was heartrending. He swore to himself, that if there was anything that he could do to help his little girl, it would get done. He wished he knew what to do to make the little girl happy, Lord knows he tried. He sometimes had nightmares, thinking that it was his fault, and that he was responsible for the child's distress. Ginny had been such a bright and cheerful child, during her first few years. Then, she had started losing the bright smile and sunny disposition. She had never caused any trouble. In fact, she was almost too well-behaved. It was almost as though she were working for some reward that never seemed to materialize. About 3 years ago, the little girl had started appearing in her parent's bedroom doorway, with a wistful, almost hopeful look in her face every night. When asked what she wanted, she would always reply: "Nothing Daddy. Love you." and retreat to her bedroom. This had gone on for a few months, until the child seemed to outgrow it. George and Arlene had discussed the matter, but if the little girl insisted that nothing was wrong, there wasn't much they could do. Still, the two adults worried, and watched their little offspring.

The previous month, during what the whole family still referred to as "the orgy", they had seen the first seemingly genuine smile on the little girls face in years. Afterwards, Ginny had seemed to open up, and the wistful look had been receding, until tonight. George and Arlene had been looking forward to a quiet evening, with most of their children out of the house (Cindy had snuck over to John's apartment, for 1 last fling, before her "dry spell"). They planned to go over and help the Summers in some preliminary wedding preparations later, but had certainly not expected anything like this!

Ginny began sobbing, as she collapsed in her mother's arms.

"I can't stand it." She wailed. "It's too much, getting it, then losing it."

"Getting and losing what, Honey?" Arlene made a stab in the dark. "You mean sex?" She inquired.

"That too." Sniffled Ginny. "It's just that I got to sleep with Mike, and it felt so good to snuggle up with someone again, someone who loved you, and was happy to make love to you. Now he's gone, Billy's gone, Cindy's gone, and I'm all alone!" The little girl burst out sobbing uncontrollably into her mother's hair. "Not getting any sex, doesn't help either." She continued after a minute.

George looked at his wife, Arlene looked back. They both nodded. George coughed, and said. "We're here Honey. If it'd make you feel better, you can sleep with us 'till Mike gets back."

"We'll also help you out with your other problem." Assured

Arlene. "Your father and I will help you get off. George can use a rubber, so you don't get pregnant. It's not as if you were a virgin."

Ginny was so excited, she didn't bother to correct her mother's assumption. "You mean I can sleep with you, again?"

She asked, eagerly. "The whole night?" Ginny waited breathless ly for the answer.

"Sure, why not?" Said George, as he and Arlene both missed the significance of the little word "again", that meant so much to their little girl.

"And Daddy'd have sex with me and everything?"

"Well, not everything, we don't want you getting pregnant."

Laughed Arlene. "But, pretty much everything else. You'll have to wait until after we get back from the Summers' though. We promised to help out over there, this evening."

"Oh thank you, Momma! But I don't mind. Daddy can get me pregnant if he want's to." The little girl kissed her astonished mother, and gave her such a bright sunny smile that it was hard to believe this was the same girl. Arlene was so surprised by her little girl's words, that for once in her 40-odd years, she was speechless.

"Thank you too Daddy." Ginny dashed over to her father, plumped herself in his lap, and gave him such a loving look that his heart jumped in his chest. "Kiss me Daddy." The little girl begged. "Please?"

George looked over at his wife, who was looking back at him with some amusement. He kissed his little girl. It started out as a peck, then a smooch, then a genuine kiss. George stopped for breath. "Whooo, Honey. You're getting your poor old father all excited." He warned.

"More Daddy, Please? Do it like you loved me. Like you do Momma. I love you so much, Daddy." The little girl implored, as she turned her angelic little face up for more.

George looked at his wife, gave a shrugging motion. Arlene smiled back at him and nodded. "OK Hon." George told his overeager offspring. "But this'll have to do until after we get back. OK?" At the little girl's eager nod, he bent his lips down to his daughter's.