Subject:     My Daughter and Her Friend
Story Codes: Mf MFf incest fathe daughter
Author:      <name and address withheld by request>
Posted:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Introduction
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Dear Kelly,

You asked me what my motivation was for writing to you.  If you mean why 
did I write this story in general, that's easy.  I never would have 
decided to write this down if you hadn't asked me to and tempted me with 
a mysterious "reward".  If you mean what motivated this particular story, 
I guess it's just a scenario that I have masturbated to on numerous 
occasions because in my mind it contains at least some tiny thread of 
being something that could plausibly happen, at least the part about my 
friend needing a weekend babysitter for his girls.

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It was going to be a quiet weekend.  After five hard days of work, I 
looked forward to a relaxing Saturday of college football in the 
recliner.  Why doesn't it ever work out like that? The phone rang Friday 
just before midnight.  It was my friend Todd telling me that his father-
in-law had suffered a heart attack and that Todd and his wife needed to 
drive down to Florida to see him.  Since that meant a 12-hour drive they 
wanted to leave right away and could I possibly be persuaded to spend the 
weekend at their place to keep an eye on his girls?    Well, obviously it 
wasn't my first choice, but considering the girls in question it 
definitely qualified as a close second.  "His girls" were stepdaughter 
Haley, 15, and 12-year Chloe, his daughter from his first marriage.  
Haley was a blonde-haired, fair-skinned, colt of a girl, 5'6" or so, 
probably about 110 pounds, with long trim legs, and no more than a b-cup 
on top.  Chloe, being unrelated, presented an entirely different look.  
She was about 5'2" with darker skin like her dad's.  Truth be told, she 
might have weighed a couple pounds more than Haley, mostly in baby fat 
that was just starting to melt away.  If she wore a bra at all, it was 
strictly the training type, since her chest showed no sign of development 
apart from two small baby fat lumps.    The change in plans wouldn't keep 
me from watching the games, and provided the added bonus of ogling these 
two little hotties for a couple of days.  Not that I'd likely see much of 
them.  Up until recently I'd looked forward to visiting because Haley 
would always challenge me to a tickle fight.  It was a totally innocent 
endeavor... for her at least.  She'd try to reach me from as far away as 
possible but inevitably I'd grab her arms and pull her to where I was 
sitting.  

Dragging her onto my lap I'd reach around her from behind and tickle her 
ribs and under her arms.  Her shirt would usually ride up so I was 
tickling her smooth bare tummy and her squirming always had the dual 
effect of causing me to "accidentally" brush my hands across her breasts 
and making her ass wiggle against my cock, with predictable results.  The 
battles always ended with her exhausted, sweaty, and limp in my arms, my 
hardness throbbing against her tight little butt.  If she ever noticed my 
condition, she didn't let on.   

Anyway, that all changed about the time she turned 15.  Now when I 
visited I was lucky to see either of the girls, who only seemed to emerge 
fom their rooms to get something to eat or drink.  I guess she had 
outgrown childish games.    I dragged myself out of bed and headed over.  
Todd and Lisa were ready to go when I arrived, explaining that they had 
decided to let the girls sleep rather than upsetting them in the middle 
of the night.  I assured them that I would explain things in the morning 
and sent them on their way.  Although I had been sound asleep when they 
called, I was now wide awake and decided to turn on the TV and plop down 
on the couch.  Apparently I wasn't as awake as I thought, because that's 
where I woke up the next morning.    

I had just about cleared the cobwebs from my head when I heard footsteps 
coming down the hall.  "Good mornig sunsh..." I started to say, then 
stopped as Haley turned the corner.  

Not knowing that her parents had left the night before, she had no reason 
to expect anyone else might be in the living room.  So I guess it was no 
big deal that she was wearing nothing more than a thong and tiny cropped 
t-shirt.  No big deal for her maybe.  For me it was a different matter.  
My brain did a complete inventory of her sexy body:  flat stomach, firm 
little gravity-defying breasts straining against her shirt, long blonde 
hair still messy from sleep.  All that in just a couple of seconds that 
hung in my head like an hour.  I even memorized the sweet curves of her 
round little butt as she turned and streaked back down the hall with a 
scream. 

By the time I realized that I should go after her and apologize and 
explain why I was there, I heard two pairs of footsteps coming slowly 
back down the hall.  Chloe was first out this time, wearing a typical 
young girl’s sleep shirt, light blue, very loose and baggy and extending 
to her knees.  

"Hi Uncle Rick," she said tentatively.  

I was happy that she still afforded me the honorary title.  

"What are you doing here?"  

Before I could answer, Haley emerged.  I was shocked, but pleasantly so, 
to see that her version of modesty only required her to pull on a pair of 
silk running shorts over her thong.  Her upper body was still only barely 
contained by the tiny half top. 

"Girls, I have some bad news..." I began and brought them to sit on the 
couch on either side of me.  

Needless to say, news of their grandfather's illness brought them both to 
tears, and even after I explained that he was going to be okay they both 
stayed snuggled against my chest, quietly sobbing and sniffling, with one 
of my arms holding each of them tight. As they both calmed down I began 
to realize that it had been a while since I'd had this much physical 
contact with either of them.  In spite of myself I started to be aware of 
exactly what I had my arms around.  Chloe, on my left, was positioned in 
such a way that my hand rested just on her hip.  I could feel the outline 
of her little girl panties under the thin sleep shirt.  Occasionally as 
she shifted her position I got a slight brush across her soft little 
bottom.  

Haley, on my right, presented an even more tantalizing landscape.  My 
hand was on her bare tummy, rubbing soft tiny circles, (to help soothe 
her I told myself).  Occasionally the path of my circles would dip just 
low enough for my pinky to graze the elastic waist band of her red silk 
shorts.  Then she surprised me by moving downward and causing my thumb to 
temporarily slide under her shirt and briefly contact the underside of 
her right breast.  How I managed not to jump in shock is still a mystery 
to me, but instead I calmly slid my hand down a couple of inches into 
"safer" belly territory.  Haley simply sighed a deep sigh and resumed her 
cuddling. 

After 15 minutes or so of this (about 13 minutes more than I thought I 
could stand) I pulled away and announced it was time for breakfast.  
After all, I still had football to watch and the sooner I got the girls 
taken care of the sooner I could get ready for it. I made pancakes for 
everybody and the meal was uneventful, or as uneventful as it could be, 
with me straining to take in every inch of Haley's overexposed body 
without just staring like a moron.  She seemed unaware of my attention, 
although at one point she reached over and wiped a stray drop of syrup 
off Chloe's cheek, brought her finger to her own mouth, and sucked it off 
in a way that I didn't remember girls her age knowing how to do.  This 
time she caught me staring.  I don't think my mouth was hanging open, but 
I couldn't swear to it.  She didn't say anything, just removed her finger 
and looked down at her plate with an impish grin.  

Catching my breath, I sent the girls out and cleaned up the kitchen. By 
the time I was done, the girls had reappeared in shorts and t-shirts, 
saying they were headed over to their friend Dawn's house to swim in her 
pool.  Todd had told me this was their Saturday ritual so I said to have 
fun and sent them out the door.  As I grabbed a hot shower I couldn't 
help thinking about the sights I had just seen and felt.  The vision of 
Haley's tight body when she first appeared in the living room.  The feel 
of Chloe's small round butt.  Haley's smooth skin and the slope of her 
breast.  And that finger!  I felt my cock swell and slid my hand down to 
wrap around it, slowly stroking myself and picturing that finger.  
Stroking up and down with a firm grip as I imagined her sucking my finger 
instead.  Stroking it harder as I imagined her lips wrapped around my 
cock, sliding it in and out of her mouth as she looked up at me with 
those beautiful blue eyes.  My knees buckled and I grunted as I came in 
huge spurts onto the shower wall and all over my hand as my orgasm 
subsided.  

I felt a bit guilty at what I had been thinking, but I brushed it off as 
a harmless fantasy. I realized after drying off that in the previous 
night's hasty packing, I had neglected to bring clean underwear.  I 
briefly debated borrowing some of Todd's but that just seemed creepy, so 
instead I decided to go commando, pulling on some shorts and a t-shirt.  
I then prepared my football provisions (a cooler with drinks next to the 
recliner, chips, salsa, the usual) and plopped down for the long-awaited 
games. Something about that room must have brought out the narcoleptic in 
me.  

After my team's game (a big win for the Tigers!) the next one couldn't 
hold my attention.  My mind started wandering again to the events of that 
morning.  I began to imagine what Chloe might look like under her 
nightshirt.  What kind of panties would she have on?  I could tell by the 
way it felt that it wasn't a thong but I would love to see what it was.  
Would there be any definition to her breasts or would they just be a 
couple of puffy nipples?  Would she have any pubic hair yet?  And Haley! 
Oh my God!  This one required less imagination since I had seen almost 
everything.  Still, there were questions.  What kind of nipples would she 
have? Small?  Large?  Pink?  Brown?  I imagined small because of her 
frame and pink because of her complexion.  What would her mound look 
like?  I imagined it smoothly shaved and begging to be licked.  As I 
began to rub my stiffening cock through my shorts, I rode my fantasy off 
into a pleasant little nap. Or maybe a big nap.  

I woke to the sounds of the front door opening.  The girls came in 
together, still in their shorts but carrying their shirts and towels and 
just wearing their bikini tops.  Both had a slight sheen of sweat and 
their skin glowed from exposure to the sun.  Chloe's stomach was still a 
tiny bit chubby but her breasts were a little larger than I had imagined 
just a while before.  And, at second glance, Haley's skin was more a 
sunburned pink than a healthy tan.  We made a little small talk about 
their afternoon at the pool but I noticed that they weren't making eye 
contact with me.  

As I followed their line of sight down into my lap, I was appalled to see 
that the head of my cock had managed to find its way out of the leg of my 
shorts, which had ridden up on me a bit as I slept.  As I hastily 
adjusted myself, I changed the subject to dinner and we agreed on 
ordering Chinese before they scampered off to get cleaned up. Dinner 
began with an uneasy silence but gradually evolved into the typical chit 
chat that any family might engage in over dinner.  The girls helped me do 
a quick cleanup and retreated to their rooms while I pulled out a book 
I'd brought over to read. It was about an hour later when I heard a call 
form the back of the house.  

"Rick?"  It was Haley.  

"Yeah, sweetie, what is it?"  

"Can you come back here please?"  

I walked back to find her sitting on her bed.  

"I got sunburned today.  Can you put some lotion on me?"  

I hesitated.  "I don't know honey.  Maybe Chloe should do it."  

"She's watching a movie in her room," was Haley's explanation.  "Please?  
It really hurts!"  

She knew I couldn't resist those big blue eyes.  "Oh, alright.  Where's 
the lotion?"  

She handed it to me then lay on her stomach on the bed, pulling her shirt 
up to expose her back.  

"No bra," I hoped I didn't say out loud as I looked at her soft pink 
skin.  I squirted some lotion onto my palm and began to gently apply it 
to the distressed area.  

"Sssssss," she hissed as I rubbed her slowly.  

"Sorry, honey," I apologized.  "I'm being as gentle as I can."  

"It's okay," she reassured me.  "It feels good mostly." 

I continued to smooth the lotion into her skin, stopping about an inch 
above the waistband of her shorts, and pushing up as far as I could 
comfortably reach under the shirt, just about to her shoulder blades.  

"Can you get my shoulders too?" she asked.  "They got burned kinda bad."  

Before I could answer she lifted up on her elbows and pulled her shirt 
all the way off.  I got a tantalizing look at the side of her breast as 
she lifted up, but just as quickly as it began it was over.  I moved up a 
little and completed the work on her shoulders.  

Just as I was about to stand and leave, she stopped me.  "Wait.  There's 
one more place."  

I waited.  "My bathing suit... well the bottoms are a thong."   

I held my breath.  "I kinda got burned... on my butt."  

She buried her head in the pillow.  

I tried to sound put out when I said "Okay, if you really need me to do 
that I will."  

I slid down the bed so I could reach my new target.  I started to 
tentatively slip my hands under the legs of her loose shorts but I 
couldn't really reach what I needed to reach.  

"Haley," I said, "This isn't going to..."  

Before I could finish the sentence she reached down and pulled her shorts 
down and off, managing the feat without ever pulling her embarrassed face 
out of the pillow. That's when I realized that I wasn't the only in the 
room eschewing underwear that night.  There before me, naked as the day 
she was born, was the sexiest fifteen year-old body I'd seen since I was 
a teenager myself.  I was too shocked and turned on to remember what I 
was supposed to be doing.  I just stared.  I might have drooled.  

"Rick?"  Haley's voice brought me back to reality.  

"Oh, sorry honey.  I just lost my train of thought for a minute."  

"Oh." she remarked.  And I think she might have giggled.  

But I ignored it and went back to the task at hand.  I started as 
innocently as possible, concentrating on the outer parts of each ass 
cheek, but as she became more relaxed I worked my way in towards her 
crack. As I squirted out some more lotion, a few drops accidentally 
(really, I swear!) fell into the slot between those two beautiful globes.  
Without thinking I dipped my index finger inside to wipe it up.  As I did 
the tip of my finger brushed across Haley's asshole, causing her to gasp 
and shudder.  

I froze.  Since she didn't jump up and run away or call me a sicko, I 
tried it again, just a light brush over her little pucker.  This time the 
response was more of a moan and I swear her legs parted slightly. I was 
at a crossroads.  I knew this wasn't a good idea.  Probably a very bad 
idea.  Illegal some would say.  But just as a stiff cock has no 
conscience, it also apparently fears no jail time. 

 "You know, honey, the backs of your legs are pretty red too," I 
reasoned.  "I'll just go ahead and take care of them while I'm at it."  

I started at the bottom of her left leg, working my way up over her calf 
and smoothing my way up her firm, warm thigh.  Trying not to be too 
obvious in my haste, I moved down to the bottom of the right leg and 
repeated the journey.  This time at the top I took my time, slowly 
working my way between those beautiful thighs, coaxing (without much 
resistance, I must report) her legs slowly further apart.  As the gates 
opened I got my first glance at the treasure trove I had imagined earlier 
in the shower. 

My heart almost stopped.  I clearly wasn't the only one aroused.  The 
moisture she was producing, that I was causing her to produce, glistened 
on top of the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen.  I continued to 
gently massage her upper legs, closer and closer to her sex, slowly 
spreading her more and more open.  I moved back up to her ass and, taking 
hold of it so that my fingers were in her crack, I gently dragged my 
fingertips along her backside, each finger brushing lightly over her 
asshole before my pinky finally made contact with her soaking wet pussy.  
She inhaled so sharply I thought she might take the air out of the room, 
which would have been okay because I was afraid to breathe anyway.  I 
wiggled my pinky ever so delicately in her juicy hole, and continued to 
move my hand downward until all four fingers were touching her wet labia, 
my thumb resting gently on her asshole.  

She looked over her shoulder at me.  "What are you doing?" she asked.  

"Do you want me to stop?" I replied.  

She just shook her head softly before turning over and allowing me to see 
her front side naked for the very first time. I was thrilled to see that 
my imagination had been pretty accurate.  Her b-cup titties were capped 
by pink nipples that were just slightly larger than I had envisioned.  
Her mound wasn't shaved, but since her pubic hair was fine and blonde 
like her head, it might as well have been.  Placing my palm flat on her 
belly, I leaned forward and kissed her, softly at first, but soon hard 
and passionate and deep.  This obviously wasn't her first time kissing.  
As our tongues wrestled in each other's mouth, I brought my hand up and 
began to tease her chest.  I let my fingertips trace circles around her 
firm breasts, lightly touching her skin, sometimes with nothing more than 
a fingernail.  I drew circles on each small tit, inching closer and 
closer to her rock hard nipples but never touching them, despite the way 
she thrust them forward and moaned in frustration.  

Since I was getting a little anxious too, I pulled our lips apart and 
kissed her on the cheek, then the neck, then down to her collar bone.  I 
repeated the teasing pattern of my fingers but this time with my tongue.  
I licked her beautiful breasts all over, everywhere except the nipples, 
until she nearly growled her frustration.  Finally I reached out my 
tongue and just touched the tip of her left nipple.  

She moaned.  

Then I blew a blast of sharp cool air across it and I swear it got even 
harder than it already was.  Finally I opened my mouth wide and took as 
much of her sweet tit as I could into my mouth, bathing the nipple with 
my tongue, sucking it between my lips, gently scraping it with my teeth.  
I did the same to her left breast, rewarded both times with moans of 
pleasure and an arched back. After several minutes of intense breast 
worship I began to kiss my way lower on her body.  I teased her navel 
with my tongue for just a second, then kissed the light hair on her 
mound.  Her muscles tensed as she realized where my mouth was headed.  I 
repositioned myself at the foot of the bed, spread her legs wide, and 
slid my hands under her ass, cupping each cheek and lifting her up 
slightly.  

I stared at her beautiful pussy for a couple of minutes, kissing gently 
on each of her inner thighs, slowly inching closer to my reward.  Finally 
I stuck out my tongue and dragged it slowly from her perineum all the way 
up to her clit.  I thought she would buck me off the bed!  After she 
calmed a bit, I continued moving my tongue slowly up and down, stopping 
at the top each time to tease her clit in some way, flicking my tongue 
over it, sucking, sometimes biting.  

As her pussy got impossibly wetter, I slowly pushed a finger into her 
tight tight hole, gently fucking her with it as I concentrated on her 
clit.  I could feel her orgasm begin to build as she moaned and thrashed 
about on the bed.  Suddenly she erupted with a huge scream and her body 
went stiff.  I held my finger deep inside her and pursed my lips around 
her clit until she began to relax.  I kissed my way back up and was about 
to ask how she was when I turned to see Chloe standing in the door...