Norma Egan - The neighbor_s daughter

He knew the answer already, or at least part of it: he hadn't been taking care of her in bed. If she hadn't wildly, crazily horny, she would never have succumbed to Kent.

If Kent's story was true, then Rod could understand how it had happened. June sound asleep, then thinking it was him, Rod, in bed with her. Starting to fuck… then realizing it was her son, not her husband, who was in her. But why didn't she stop him then?

Oh, come on, he told himself, have you ever tried to quit in mid-fuck?

Yes, he could understand it all, and maybe he shouldn't blame June. She needed sex, just like he did – only he'd given it to the neighbor girl, not to his wife. June had every excuse. If she'd been making it with some other guy, a guy her own age, he would have understood. But Kent? Their own son?

"Here, Daddy," said Patty, "maybe this will help."

She handed him the tall cold glass of Scotch, and Rod took a long swallow. "Thanks, baby," he said. "I feel better already."

She sat down near him while he sipped his drink. She was wearing a pink baby doll nightie that was almost sheer. He could see the little points of her young tits thrusting saucily under the thin material. The panties of the nightgown were short and skimpy, outlining the gentle pout of her muff.

He looked at her, and she grinned. Christ, she looked like a little girl still – freckles, upturned nose, big blue eyes. Yet there was something so delectable, so sexy about her. When she ginned at him like that, he felt a hot rush of lust for her… Yes, he understood where June was. To lust for your own kid [missing text].

"Daddy," said Patty, putting her hand on his leg, "please don't do what you said – don't even think about a divorce. We all need you. I don't think I could stand it if you and Mom broke up."

He tried to smile. "Honey, I promise you, I'll think about it very carefully. But that kind of thing is hard to forgive."

"Why?" said Patty. "Really, what's the big deal, Daddy? So they made love – it's not the end of the world. It doesn't mean they don't love you."

Rod stared at his daughter. Why, the kid had no notion at all of the evil upstairs. She knew nothing of incest, infidelity, or jealousy. In her innocent world, everybody should just have a good time. Rod envied her.

She rested her hand just above his knee, and he could feel the heat of her flesh through his pajamas. He studied her delicate little body. She was even smaller and daintier than Vicky, her young teen-old tits hardly budded. He thought how very tiny her cunt would be…

But, Jesus, she was his own daughter. What was he thinking of?

"Please, Daddy," she said, "don't ever leave us. I couldn't stand it, Daddy…"

She started to cry. Rod set down his drink, grabbed her, and pulled her onto his lap. He held her, patted her.

"Now, baby," he crooned, "if it's that bad, I won't leave. I promise."

"And you'll make up with Mom? Everything will be okay again?" Patty wept.

"Sure, baby," said Rod, "whatever you want."

He didn't know how he was going to keep those promises, for his heart was still full of anger at June. But he couldn't stand to see Patty cry. He held her and rocked her. Her soft little butt pressed into his lap, rubbing his limp cock. For the second time, helplessly, he imagined the exquisite tightness of her virgin teens old box…

If he'd been more attentive, he'd have noticed that her sobbing wasn't so desperate any more, that it had taken on a mechanical tone… Patty was reassured by his promises, no longer upset. But she didn't want to get off his lap. She felt something pressing against her ass, something big and soft and warm. She suspected it was his peter, and she burned with curiosity.

She remembered what she'd seen when she watched Kent and Vicky. Her brother's cock, amazingly big and long and thick. Vicky playing with it, getting Kent so excited. Kent putting his pale stiff peter into Vicky. Their excited voices… It had all seemed like so much fun.

Patty wondered about her father's cock, whether it was bigger than Kent's. She wondered how Vicky had felt when Kent did all those things to her. Vicky had acted like it was really a lot of fun. Patty wanted to try it, too. She wanted to do all those things with her strong handsome father.

She sensed, however, that he'd say no. She had to move slowly, subtly, not let him know what she had in mind. She wiggled in his lap, as if getting more comfortable, and pressed her little ass harder against his big doughy cock.

"Oh, Daddy," she said, pretending to cry, "I was so scared when you yelled at Mom. I hope that never happens again."

Rod squeezed her. "Honey, it won't," he said. "I promise. You just relax now, relax…"

He held her, his hand touching the outer swelling of her little breast. He felt her tiny butt, hot and firm, against his cock. He genuinely wanted to comfort his daughter, but at the same time, he was getting powerfully aroused. She was so tiny, so childish, and yet so damned enticing…

Patty took a chance, letting her hand drop limply into his lap, as if she were exhausted. She felt around and touched more of that big doughy lump, the strange thing in his pants, which she was sure was his cock. If only she could see it.

"Oh," she sighed, "I'm so fired up."

She slipped off his lap and lay down on the couch, her head on his upper thighs. She was facing that big mysterious lamp now, that swelling bulge in his pajamas. Rod was leaning back, taking another sip from his drink. Patty couldn't wait any longer. She just had to get a look.

Quickly she reached into the buttonless fly of his pajamas and took his limp warm prick in her hand. She heard him gasp, but she didn't stop. She drew his cock out into the light.

"Baby," Rod said, stunned, "you shouldn't do that."

"I just want to look, Daddy," she said lazily. "Looking won't hurt."

Rod stared down at his little daughter. Her childish freckled face was full of innocent curiosity. She let his limp rosy cock rest on her palm, studying it, her wide blue eyes taking in the loose flesh, the little blue veins, the dull red head with its slitted mouth.

Rod didn't know what to say or what to do, but he knew what he wanted – he wanted her to go on holding his prick, to touch it, play with it. Already, with just her soft gentle touch, he was excited… Oh, Christ, he'd been a shit, getting so mad at June. Here he was, letting his own little daughter play with his dick. He was just as guilty as June, maybe more – for he hadn't been asleep when this kinky scene started.

Patty was puzzled. Her brother's cock had been very stiff and long and taut, but Daddy's was small and wrinkled up and very soft. She didn't understand the difference. But since Daddy hadn't made her stop, she might as well continue her exploration. She curled her fingers around the limp warm prick and began to pump it, like she'd seen Vicky do with Kent.

It was fun. She liked the sensation of the soft silky flesh slipping loosely between her fingers. His cock was warm and faintly throbbing with a life of its own. Suddenly, however, something very strange happened – his cock began to grow.

Still holding him, Patty watched with awe as his limp meat began to twitch into life. It fattened between her fingers, lengthened, and grew hard and taut. It poked out from her fist, the head growing purple and swollen and hard. From the little dark slit mouth of his penis, a glistening bubble of juice rolled out.

Now his cock looked just like Kent's, only bigger.

Rod lay back against the couch, face flaming. He'd just gotten an enormous cock-stand for his teenage daughter. Beautiful. He was really a wonderful father. He remembered himself yelling at June, asking her how she could have gotten aroused for her own kid. Now he knew – and he felt like an asshole.