Date: Thu, 6 Feb 2014 07:53:56 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Me, Carol and Raoul. Part one.

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   Part one.


   Carol is my adopted daughter. She was just four years old when her
parents died in a car crash while we were living in Saudi Arabia. We, being
Carol herself, her parents and myself and my wife Maureen.

  My name is Daniel Turpin, though ever since I first went to school, I was
given the nickname of Dick because of my surname being that of a famous
highway robber. It was in college that I met my wife whilst studying to be
an engineer, specifically that that involved oil plants, the constructions
and so forth. Maureen was there studying Arabic which fitted in nicely with
both of us wanting to work in Arabia where the money was good.

  For two years whilst in college, we were inseparable with me really
courting Maureen and eventually proposed marriage to her which she accepted
and we would get married after receiving our diplomas from the
college. This came to pass and we then were married in her local church
before we moved to London where I had been offered a job with a large
petroleum company and so Maureen obtained a position in the London
University, teaching Arabic.

  We were there in London for two years, and during that time, we tried to
produce a child between us, but failed. Then taking the bull by the horns,
I went and had my sperm checked and though I was relieved to find that I
was fertile, meant that it was Maureen who had the problem. I didn't tell
her then that I was okay and waited for her to be checked out, not wanting
her to refuse to be checked.

  She broke down in tears when she read the letter of her results, and it
took me some time to console her, telling her that I still loved her and we
could always adopt a child and raise it as one of our family. She finally
agreed to this suggestion though it was put on the back burner for awhile
as I was told by my firm that they wanted me to go out to Saudi Arabia to
oversee a petroleum plant that they wanted constructed out there.

  It was an offer that I couldn't refuse, what with the salary being nearly
three times what I was getting then. The plus side was that Maureen was
also offered a place in a local school where I would be working from, to
teach the children English because of her expertise in their language.

  So off we went and I spent eight months in the planning of the refinery
while Maureen really only worked part time at the school. To fill in the
gap between school classes, she volunteered to help in the English enclave
in the crèche.

  This was where Carol had been put whenever her mother and father had to
leave on business, where she would be looked after while they were away. If
they were to be away for more than a day, Maureen was only too glad to take
her into our dwelling till they returned. She was only three years old at
the time and quite often stayed with us over the whole year.

  It was a sad day to tell her that her parents would no longer be coming
home and were surprised at how well she took this news of their death. I
couldn't be spared the duty of seeing that the child went back to England,
where her parents were to be buried, so Maureen took her.

  It was on the flight that Maureen asked her if she would like to be
adopted and live with us, which with some aplomb, Carol said she would like
that. So after the funeral, Maureen saw the authorities and with not having
any other relatives, saw that this could be agreed. So while in London, all
the necessary paperwork was done and so she became our adopted
daughter. The fact that she had come to love staying with us when her
parents were away, helped enormously, so that was how we came to have a
daughter of our own.

  The pair of them eventually returned to Saudi Arabia, me already having
had quite a few phone calls with Maureen, having agreed to the adoption as
I liked Carol too. I met them at the airport and even got a kiss from Carol
after one from Maureen.

  `Can I call you daddy now?' were Carol's first words to me there.

  `By all means Carol. I am now your daddy and will help your mummy to see
that you enjoy yourself.' For this, I got another kiss on the cheek.

  So we stayed in Saudi for the eight years it took the construction firm
to finish building the plant and when done, I was asked to stay on for at
least a couple of years more to see that everything ran smoothly. Though I
did return to England twice in that period. The first was for my father's
funeral, and the second, for my mother's. Maureen had stayed behind because
of Carol, though it wasn't long before I was left with Carol for Maureen to
do the same journey to see her father being buried. She had consoled me
when my parents had died and now it was my turn to console her. Little did
we know that she would be returning within the year for her mother's
funeral.

  Carol and I took her to the airport and kiss our goodbyes before we waved
her off, not knowing that we would never see her again. It was two days
later that I was told that her plane had crashed into the sea and there
were no survivors.

  Our house was like a morgue for the following few days, both of us crying
and consoling each other that I had lost my wife and she had lost her
mother. Only there wasn't a visit to England this time as the bodies from
the crash were not recovered, Carol was now sixteen and had finished her
schooling and so became the mistress of the house, seeing to the food and
washing etc., while I despondently carried on working. Though only for six
months, having had enough of the place and requested to be released to
return to England to get all my affairs in order. It was with reluctance
that it was agreed and so Carol and I left Saudi Arabia for the last time.

  My parents had left me their old home just outside of London and it
surprised me at how much money had been left to me too. There was also
another surprise waiting for me in the form of a phone call from a bank in
London for me to call upon about the will that had been left with them in
respect of Maureen. I duly went there and the long shot of it was that I
now had been left all that Maureen had been left to her by her parents.

  What with having two valuable properties plus the money from both sides
meant that I didn't need to work for the rest of my life. So both the
houses left to me were sold and I had Carol with me when we then bought a
house in London for her to join the London University and me to sort myself
out as to what I should now do with myself having resigned from working the
petroleum firm, now heating oil.

  Carol was now seventeen years old with me being thirty eight, and at a
loss as to what to do with myself in the coming years. It was only Carol
that kept my feet firmly on the ground for the whole of the next year and
the only thing to look forward to was her eighteenth birthday.

  This duly came round and I was at a loss as what to buy her for this
momentous period of her life. I mulled it over for a few days and could
only come up with one idea. This I made known to her on the day in
question.

  The day arrived and I went downstairs where she was preparing breakfast,
already knowing that she would be going to the University on this day.

  `Good morning and a very Happy Birthday Carol,' I said as we met in the
dining room, and I gave her a kiss on the cheek.

  `Thank you daddy,' was the reply with a big smile.

  `Now here's your birthday card and a small present for the moment as I
have had another idea for another one,' I told her as I passed over the
card and a small box.

  `Thank you daddy,' she said and read what I had written in the card. `How
lovely,' and came over and gave me another kiss, though this surprised me
for the kiss was on my lips, the first time she had ever done so. I even
got another kiss there after she had opened the box to find a Rolex watch.

  `Er, I've booked a table for us for dinner tonight and, well, I wasn't
sure what else to get you. No. that's wrong. I do know what I would like to
have bought you, but I think it would be better if you chose it yourself
for dinner tonight,' and passed over four hundred pounds to her. `I would
like you to buy a lovely dress and surprise me and make me proud to have
you on my arm when we enter the restaurant.'

  `Oh daddy, thank you, thank you,' and I got another kiss like the other
two. `I won't let you down,' she said, then going out to bring in our
breakfast.

  She bubbled away all through the meal and didn't object when I said that
she should go off to buy her dress, leaving me to do the washing up of
plates etc. Off she went and I did the promised chores before going out
myself to first have my hair cut and then see if the suit I had been
earlier measured for, to see if it was ready. For I wanted to be as good
looking as she would be I had no doubt.

  It was late afternoon before she returned home with a big box and
wouldn't let me see the contents until she was dressed in it. This didn't
stop me from opening a half bottle of champagne for us to have a drink
before we went off for dinner.  It was only a half one because I had asked
the maitre de of the restaurant for the most expensive champagne they could
supply for Carol's eighteenth birthday, and that would be enough for us to
drink together.

  The table had been booked for seven thirty and at half six, Carol went
upstairs to put on this new dress while I followed her to go and put on my
new suit after a shave and a shower. In spite of my ablutions, I was still
downstairs before her and what a sight she was to behold when she did come
down. I was lost for words as she looked magnificent. It's hard to describe
the dress that she had bought for as she moved, the colours seemed to
change with every step she took. First it appeared mauve, then a dark blue
before changing again to a kind of purple. I noted by the thin shoulder
straps that she wasn't wearing a bra and I must say that she filled out the
front magnificently. I know I've repeated myself, but I couldn't think of
anything better in my description.

  `Carol. You look absolutely divine and you are going to upset all the
other females that will be in the restaurant with how stunning you
look. Though with the front being so low, you need something to enhance the
beauty that you are. Wait just a moment,' and I left the room and went
upstairs and brought down the diamond necklace that I had given to Maureen
on the day we were married.

  `Oh daddy, it's beautiful,' she said, her eyes glistening with tears as
she took it out of the box. `Clip it on for me please. At the same time,
can you fix the clip of the dress as I wasn't able to reach it,' she said
as she passed the necklace back to me and turned round.

  I did the clip of the dress first and then placed the necklace round her
throat, letting the hanging pendant drop down a little before fixing the
clasp and on an impulse, gave the back of her neck a kiss.

  `Thank you daddy,' she said as she fingered the necklace before going
over to see how it looked in the mirror in the hall. `It' looks just
wonderful daddy,' she cried before coming back into the lounge and giving
me another kiss on the lips. `It's the best present I've ever had.'

  I must say that she looked stunning, what with the sun coloured skin that
she still had from her years in Saudi, made the necklace look that much
better than it did when Maureen first wore it.

  I gave out a grunt. `Well I get my coat on as the taxi I ordered should
be here any moment.' And I wasn't far out for the driver was soon giving
out a toot from the car to say that he'd arrived. Carol had declined having
a coat or a stole to wear, and so we entered the taxi and fifteen minutes
later, were at the restaurant for our Carol's birthday dinner.

  The maitre de was waiting to escort us to our table and I felt so proud
to have such a beautiful woman on my arm. He even pulled out the chair for
her to sit down on before handing out the menu's, though typical for an
expensive restaurant, it was only the male's menu that had the price of
each item. This trick was really for the woman to select her choice with it
invariable being the most expensive according to the male's menu. But this
didn't faze me as it was what I had expected.

  I'm not going into detail of what we ordered and what with the champagne
added, it cost me seven hundred pounds for our dinner for two. But I
wouldn't have begrudge that for the world, for she deserved the best I
could get for her special birthday.

  The meal, the champagne, and the service, couldn't be faulted and did me
well on this night of nights, even having a birthday cake brought in at the
end and having the staff sing Happy Birthday for Carol, whose face went
crimson that outshone her own sun tan.

    I signed the check for our dinner and had most of the staff standing by
to bow to Carol and myself of course, as we finally left the restaurant
where a taxi had already been ordered, waiting for us. So it wasn't long
before we were back home, it now being quite close to eleven in the
evening.

    `Daddy. Will you come into my bedroom to take off the necklace that I
adore, and unclip my dress for me?' I couldn't refuse this task and so
followed her upstairs and into the bedroom she used, mine being next door.

    `Thank you daddy for a lovely birthday dinner tonight,' she said as we
entered, and she turned round for me to unclip the necklace and the top of
her dress before she turned round to face me. She passed me the necklace
which I put into my pocket and in front of me, slipped the thin straps of
her dress off of her shoulders but then kept her arm across the front of
her dress to stop it from sliding down her body.

    `Daddy. I did something else today as well as buying this dress. I went
and saw a solicitor and had my name changed,' she said, not really looking
me in the eye.

    `What! Why?' I exclaimed.

    `Daddy,' she began in a low voice. `I took in my birth certificate and
signed the papers to change my name from Turpin back to what was on
that. My name is now Carol Singer. What a name to be given! I would have
gone through hell if I'd had to go to school in England. But didn't mind
being called Carol Turpin until now.'

    I was dumbfounded at this. `Again, why Carol?' I asked.

    `Daddy. For the past eighteen months since we lost mummy, you've been
uncomfortable, and getting worse as time goes on. I too grieve at our loss
but have the answer to that. You have looked at me over the past year and
seen that I really am a woman and yet, have not made any advances upon me.'

    `You're my daughter Carol,' I cried.

    `Not any longer daddy. I love you so much that I've not even tried to
look at any other man but you. I love you daddy and want to become your
wife. To take the place of Maureen and give you the children that she, not
through any fault of her own, could not give you.'

    `But...but Carol,' I stammered, not really knowing how to reply, for
she had been right in the fact that I didn't make any advances on her
because I considered her my daughter and that would be incest. As much as I
would have like to have had sex with her, that was the reason I had held
back.

    `I know what and why you didn't daddy, and now that I am no longer your
daughter, I want you to make love to me. You don't know at how much I
longed for you to come into this room and do just that. I am still a virgin
for I was never going to give myself up to anyone other than you. I love
you daddy and want to marry you to change my name from Singer to Turpin at
an altar.'

    I was lost for words at what she had just said.

    `I'm a woman daddy,' she said as she moved her arm from her front and
let the dress slither down to her feet, letting me see the proud breasts
that she had, full, firm and just begging to be sucked and nibbled. So much
so, that I couldn't help but get an erection inside of my trousers. `I know
how you are feeling right now and I have been taking the pill for several
weeks now hoping and almost begging you to turn me from a girl into a fully
fledged woman.'

    My eyes had eventually moved down from those lovely breasts to see the
light coloured bush of hair that was beneath the almost transparent panties
she wore.

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