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sight of Daddy's huge cock sliding in and out of Alice's ass.

A tight smile came to her lips. Her agile, childlike mind began clicking. Maybe, just maybe, she could get Daddy away from that fat bitch he'd married. The thought was intriguing. She put her mind to work on the idea.

For the next few weeks, Jim was in seventh heaven. Alice had come back to stay. She had forgiven him. He was getting back into the familiar old groove, and he was happy. They took up the strands of their life as tough nothing had happened between them. The horrible night when he'd screwed his own kid receded into the back of his mind. He no longer thought of it, or mentioned

it. Alice, too, seemed to have forgotten the incident.

The best thing of all was the way Karen was acting. She seemed to have, changed her ways. She was no longer spiteful and hostile toward Alice. She was downright cordial, even pleasant with her. It was a welcome change from the way she'd been acting.

The new-found happiness almost hit a snag one evening. Alice was out on a visit to a friend. Bob was off somewhere, test-driving his old jalopy. He and Karen were alone in the house. It was the first time they'd been completely alone since that night. He had tried to arrange his schedule and Alice's so

He wouldn't be alone with his kid like he'd been before. This evening it had happened.

He was sitting on a couch in the living room watching television. It was early evening. He had on slacks, sports shirt, and slippers. He smoked a cigarette and idly watched the TV screen, while also glancing from lime to time at the evening paper during the commercials.

He looked up and frowned when Karen entered the room. She was wearing a short slip. It was all she had on. Under the fringe of the bottom of her lacy slip, he could see the tiny patch of cunt hair. Her tits pushed out against the top of the tight-fitting slip. The kid was practically naked.

"Oh-oh," he mumbled under his breath.

She flopped onto his lap, wrapped her hands around his neck, and planted a big kiss on his lips. "Hi, Daddy!" She grinned impishly. "Remember me? Your daughter?" She nuzzled her cute ass around on his lap until she felt his limp cock directly under her asshole. She wriggled her ass suggestively.

"Hi, Karen!" He tried keeping his voice nonchalant and casual. "What d'ya want, honey?"

Karen slid her slip up, showing him that she was, indeed, nude. She placed his hand on her tiny triangular mound of pussy hair. She moved his reluctant fingers around and about on her little hairy cunt. She spread her legs wide to allow him finger-fucking room.

"You promised, Daddy, that if I'd be nice to Alice you and I would get together once in a while!"

She held his hand firmly and moved it around on her exposed pussy. She inched around on his lap and tried getting at the fly of his slacks.

"Knock it off!" His face flushed. He tried pushing her from his lap and removing his finger from her tiny pussy. Shaking his head sadly, he mumbled, "I don't know what the hell's getting into you any more."

"I'm hoping you'll be getting into me, Daddy. You promised."

She succeeded in unzipping his fly, and reached in with her small hand, wrapped it around his limp cock and withdrew it.

The feel of her warm fingers had an electrifying effect. His limp cock was beginning to stiffen.

She fondled it with one hand and continued to help him stroke her cunt with the other.

"C'mon up to my bedroom, Daddy," she invited. "We'll have some fun!"

She slid from his lap, continuing to hold his cock and hold his hand to her snatch.

He refused to budge. Instead, he roughly removed her hands from his cock and his other hand. Holding her at arm's length, he, glared. "Damn it, Karen. I said knock it off!"

"But you promised." She frowned. She felt an adult, especially a parent, should always live up to a promise.

"I was drunk that night. I said and did a lot of things I've been sorry about ever since. Now, get it through your thick little head once and for all, I'm not going to do that again! Now get out of here before I lose my temper and give you a spanking!"

She stared dumbly for a few minutes. She couldn't quite fathom him. Here they were alone. No one to interrupt. She was offering herself to him. He was flat refusing her. Being very moralistic, simply because she was his daughter. The last time they'd been together in bed, she'd just about had him convinced that that little fact was unimportant. She was still a girl. A girl with a small, eager cunt. He was a man. A man with a big cock. It would be strictly a physical act. No love. No emotion involved. At the time they'd discussed it, he seemed in complete agreement. She had even promised to be extra nice to Alice if he would live up to his promise to toss a fuck into her occasionally.

Now, he was reneging. He was going back, on his promise. He was using the excuse that was he was cold sober, that he didn't mean what he'd promised. It was disheartening. She'd been looking forward to feeling his big cock in her little cunt again. She had been biding her time for the right moment. Now.

Instead of feeling his wonderful cock in her itchy snatch, all she was getting was the brush-off. With a sob, she turned and fled from the room.

"You'll be sorry, Daddy!"

He watched her leave, then sank onto the couch after zipping his fly. He sighed glumly. Damn that kid. She was driving him up the wall.

He found himself wishing she hadn't entered the twilight zone of life. Those tender teen-age years a girl passes through when she leaves girlhood and enters womanhood. Very frying years for parents and girls both. If only she were more like her brother Bob. He smiled fondly at the thought. Now there was a teen-ager who had plenty of common sense.

Karen's thoughts drifted to her brother, too, but for a different reason. After her rebuff from Daddy and the realization that he wasn't about to do anything to her again, she set her agile mind to work to figure out a scheme whereby she would get back into his good graces again, and he would get back into her cunt.

The more she thought over the idea, the more hopeless the task appeared. She thought up one plan after the other, and discarded them as being impractical or unworkable.

Again and again her mind swept back to the night Alice caught Daddy screwing her. Again and again she knew that she would have to come up with a similar trick. To get Daddy to barge into a bedroom and find a man screwing Alice. When, or if, she could arrange such a setup, she felt reasonably sure that Daddy would no longer feel under obligation to be true to Alice. Maybe he would even get so mad at her, he would divorce her. Then he'd turn to Karen for solace and comfort.

These thoughts flowed through her mind as she tried to come up with a workable plot. How to lure Alice to a bedroom. How to get a man into the bedroom with her. How to get Daddy to barge in on them right in the middle of a diddle.

Unfortunately, there was one big flaw in her plan. She didn't know any men. All she knew was a flock of high-school boys. She ran the list of boys she knew through her computer-like mind. She rejected each in turn. There wasn't a single prospect she could think of who'd be suitable for the job of seducing Alice. Not one singe boy who she figured could cope with the voluptuous woman.

Deep in her mind, she figured that if Alice could be conned into a compromising situation with a young man, she would be an easy lay. She had no illusions about Alice s morality. Any girl with a build like hers and a pair of knockers like hers would be a pushover for a guy with a stiff prick. The problem was who, and when.

She was in the garage one evening helping Bob tune up his old jalopy. Both his buddies, who normally worked with him, were off on dates. She agreed to help him. She liked her big brother. He was a handsome hunk of man, and a lot of the girls, including her best friend, Angie, flipped over him;