Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2001 12:27:55 -0800 (PST)
From: Steve McE
Subject: Sissy

It goes without saying that this is an obvious work of fiction. It
never happened, never will, doesn't involve anyone who is in the
slightest sense real, and isn't meant to represent anyone who is living
or dead. It's just a story. Get over it.
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Sissy
by Steve McE
30/11/2001

	I couldn't believe my eyes. My little girl, the baby of the
family, was standing in front of me, stark naked and rubbing her little
pussy like there was no tomorrow. I could see how wet she was, amazingly
so for an 11 year old. And, she was asleep.

	My wife and I have been divorced for a few years now. She turned
40 and just snapped. She started dressing like a slut and hanging out at
the local bar. By the time the gossip got back to me, she'd seemingly
been with everyone in the neighborhood. Male, female, young, old,
animal, vegetable, alone or in groups--didn't seem to matter. I was the
laughing stock in my little town. I filed for divorce, won custody of
the kids and moved clear across the country in order to escape my shame.

	That was a few years ago. It was hardest on my youngest,
Priscilla. (Because of my youngest son's speech impediment, she was
always known just as Sissy.) She was 6 at the time and really needed a
mother's guidance and womanly touch. I always felt badly for her and
tried my best to fill the void, but only found myself being pushed
farther and farther away. Sissy became moody and never seemed to be
happy about anything. She would come home from school and lock herself
away in her room, doing God knows what.

	Once, Sissy walked in on her brothers in the middle of a full on
circle jerk. The three of them were lying on a bed, in a daisy chain,
jerking and sucking each other off. When I showed up, Sissy was almost
catatonic watching the boys, who knew she was there but never skipped a
beat. I scolded the boys (who insisted it would never happen again.
Yeah, right.) and put Sissy to bed. She was icy cold and unresponsive.
It took weeks before she seemed even close to being back to normal.

	And then the sleepwalking started. Once, I caught her wandering
around the neighborhood in just her pyjamas. Luckily it was autumn and
she'd taken to wearing her flannel pj's. I can just imagine what kind of
commotion she would have caused in her "grownup" lingerie, a sheer
Victoria's Secret teddy that her mom gave her one Channukah in a
misguided attempt to bond with her. Anyway, I got her back to the house
and into her bed without waking her up. Good thing too, given what our
family doctor said later about how traumatising it might be if she'd
woken up in the middle of an episode.

	Of course, with my luck, she never remembered it happening and
refused to believe it when I told her. She thought I was just trying to
embarrass her, especially when I mentioned it once in front of one of
her friends. Yeah, stupid I know. Hindsight is 20-20, and all that. Her
brothers tormented her endlessly about it and the more they prodded, the
more sullen she got. Sissy sleepwalked a few more times, and each time I
caught her before she got too far and got her safely back to bed.
Eventually, she seemed to grow out of it.

	Once the boys moved out, all that was left was me and Sissy. It
didn't make sense to hang onto such a big house and I hated the commute
anyway, so I sold it and moved into a condo in the city. This just
alienated Sissy further, to the point where she didn't speak to me at
all. Ever.

	And then the sleepwalking started again.

	This time, though, she'd taken to walking around in the nude. I
guess she wasn't wearing pyjamas to bed anymore, not that I'd know
anymore what she does when she shuts herself up in her bedroom. The
first time was a shock--I gasped so loudly that I was sure I'd woken her
up. As it happened again, and again, and again, the shock wore off but
it became a bloody pain in the ass. She always seemed to do it around
midnight, so I didn't dare have a date over or even go to bed too early,
lest she run off into the night like Lady Godiva. I started resenting
her for it, which didn't help what little closeness we had left between
us.

	This night was a bit different, though. It had been awhile since
I'd dated, and I was horny as hell. There was a movie on telly with a
young starlet that looked remarkably like my daughter. At one point in
the movie, she starts making out with an older woman and by the time her
top came off, I was a goner. I looked around to make sure Sissy wasn't
around, pulled out my cock and started to stroke. Oh, it felt so good.
Not bad for a guy over 50.

	Suddenly, I heard a whimper coming from the doorway to the den.
I thought, "Jesus Christ! Sissy's been watching her old man jerk off and
God knows what she's thinking..."

	Hold on. I took a closer look. Her eyes were closed and she
seemed to be asleep. But she was rubbing her pussy with one hand and
rubbing her tits with the palm of the other. The whimpering I heard was
her beginning to feel good, not being distressed about what she'd seen.
Or, was seeing--my cock was still hard as a rock and throbbing wildly at
the sight. I guess she was reacting to what she was hearing.

	Without thinking, I started stroking again. Slowly at first,
then more firmly as I relaxed. Sissy continued to stand in the doorway,
rubbing herself and getting louder by the minute. And she still seemed
to be asleep. As horny as I had become, and knowing how deeply she slept
at times like these, I got up and gently guided her to the sofa where I
had been sitting. I wasn't thinking anymore--I was on autopilot. I
turned off the TV and just stared at this vision before me.

	I sat down next to her and placed her head to my shoulders. She
was still rubbing herself and moaning softly. I went back to stroking
myself. My face rubbed against the top of her head. I was intoxicated by
the smell of her hair. I planted little kisses on her head. I closed my
eyes and stroked for all I was worth. I know this might sound sick, but
I felt closer to my little girl at that moment then ever before in my
life. And, before you say it, not at all in a sexual way. It felt like
she needed me, like she trusted me. Like she loved me.

	I was on the verge of cumming when I noticed that Sissy had
stopped moving. What I had been doing came back to me in a rush. My
heart pounded wildly, and my eyes flew open as wide as they'd ever been.
Sissy was awake, staring at my cock, my right hand still stroking it.
Gingerly, to be sure, but still stroking, as though I knew I couldn't
continue but couldn't bring myself to stop. There was no way to hide
what I'd been doing, and I was frozen, not knowing what to do next.

	It was Sissy that broke the silence. She looked me in the eyes
as if to say "Don't worry, it's cool." She gently grasped my hand and
placed it at my side. I was a complete robot at this point. She took
both hands and started rubbing my cock between them, almost like it was
a stick and she was trying to start a fire. It hurt, and I winced. Sissy
stopped and gave me a little frown, as though she was trying to help but
Dad wasn't letting her.

	It was my turn. I took one of her hands and placed it by her
side. The other was still lightly grasping my cock. I wrapped my big
hand around her little hand and slowly guided her up and down. Slowly at
first, lightly, down to the base and up past the head. As I sensed she
was gaining confidence, I guided her a bit faster, and a bit more
firmly. Eventually, I took my hand away completely and she continued on.

	I reached out and started tweaking the nipples on her little,
but well-formed breasts. I would guess that they were about a B cup,
with fairly good sized nipples. I noticed how quickly she was
developing, and how much she was beginning to look like a woman. I'd
never paid attention before, but with her sitting naked beside, jerking
me off, it was hard not to notice.

	The nipples hardened between my fingers. Sissy moaned, ever so
softly, never pausing in her slow, methodical strokes. I kissed her
cheeks, the corner folds of her eyes, her temples, her chin, and then
slowly, the corners of her mouth until she instinctively turned slightly
so I could kiss her full on the lips. I was back to being an
automaton--her lips parted and I met no resistance, and our tongues
danced wildly together as the kiss grew deeper.

	I stopped her and moved off the softa to the floor between her
legs. She stretched back and scooted her body down, her pussy at the
edge of the couch and her legs splayed wide. I placed my hands on both
sides of her face and kissed her again for what seemed like hours. I
nibbled at her chin, down her neck to her shoulders and upper chest,
then moved down to start sucking those beautiful breasts. I would swirl
my tongue around one nipple which gently pinching the other. Back and
forth. Sissy's sighing was getting louder and more pronounced. I used
both of my hands to tweak her nipples while my head moved down, further,
trailing little kisses down to her belly button, further, further...

	When I got to her little pussy, I thought she was going to jump.
I started out with long, slow laps using my entire tongue over her outer
lips. She had just a few wisps of hair, barely noticable. I would start
near the crack of her ass, use the full surface of my tongue over her
lips, and end up with a little wiggle at her clit. Over and over.
Eventually, I moved my tongue between her lips and started sucking in
earnest. She tasted so sweet, a little salty, but so fresh and oh, so
sexy. I tongue fucked her for a bit and then moved in for the kill,
gently rolling my tongue around her clit. I kept at it for what seemed
like an eternity, until her hips started bucking in rhythm with my
tongue, up further and further from the sofa. I grasped her butt cheeks
with my hands as I pulled her to me, my tongue never straying from her
clit.

	I couldn't take it anymore. I placed her butt back on the couch
and pulled back from her pussy. I looked her in the eyes--she was
pleading with me to finish. She didn't know what an orgasm was, but knew
instinctively that she was close to feeling better than she'd ever felt
in her life. But now was the time...

	I stood up and took off my shirt, then my trousers, then my
boxers. Sissy stared at me, wild eyed and wanton. I kneeled on the floor
and grabbed my cock. I rubbed the head on her legs, then over the top of
her pussy. She knew what would happen next--she reached down with her
hands and pulled her pussy lips apart. I rubbed her clit with the head
of my cock, then descended slowly into the crevice below. Just the head
at first, back out to rub over her clit, then again.

	With each insertion, I moved further and further inside my
little baby's pussy. Finally, I was in all the way. She'd never once
cried out as if in pain. She just stared at my face, looking for a
reaction, for some semblance of love and intimacy. I couldn't have felt
more love if I'd tried, but I didn't need to try. I was near tears,
overwhelmed with what was happening and how close I felt to my little
girl. I started thrusting in and out, in long deliberate strokes, taking
in how tight she felt and being conscious of not wanting to hurt her.

	I stood up and pulled her up with me, never stopping the
thrusts. She is petite and felt as light as a feather. She wrapped her
legs around my hips. I could feel her taut nipples rubbing against my
chest. I had one hand in the small of her back, and the other under her
ass, holding her up. She kissed me, hugging me close to her while I
stroked in and out of her pussy.

	I felt the unmistakable churning in my balls. I was about to
cum, and then it struck me that I was about to unload inside my
daughter's pussy. Oh my God! What was I thinking? In my haze, I remember
the distinctly inappropriate thought that I should have used a condom if
I were going to be fucking my baby girl. Like this wasn't bad enough. I
started to pull out but Sissy kept a tight grip on me with her legs.
"Baby," I said, "I've got to pull out. I can't cum inside you."

	"Daddy, don't stop. Please! Don't stop.
Don't...unhhhh...stop...nngghh..."

	I was getting desperate. "Sissy, this has gone too far. Do you
remember our discussion about babies..." I didn't get to finish.

	I felt Sissy cum, hard. Her pussy was already wrapped tightly
around my cock, and when she started spasming there was no hope. She
almost squeezed my cock out, she was contracting so forcefully. I
grabbed her butt with both hands and pulled myself back into her. She
grabbed me with her pussy one more time, then it happened. I came and
shuddered so hard I almost dropped her. I opened my eyes and Sissy's
were wide open, staring deeply into mine, wanting me to know how good I
was making her feel. My warm cum was deep inside her body, my cock
smaller and more slippery with her juices and my cum as I continued to
pump. She came again, and she almost yelped in suprise. In turn, it made
me harder and I continued my thrusting. Eventually, I came again,
smaller this time, but with more intensity. Sissy came once more herself
before collapsing in my arms, fast asleep, my cock still inside her.

	I pulled out and laid her gently on the sofa. There was a little
bit of blood, just the faintest trace, but enough that I went to get a
warm washcloth to clean her up. Sissy never woke up. I picked her up in
my arms and carried her to her bed, tucked her in, kissed her gently on
the cheek and left. As I was leaving, I noticed the one thing I'd not
seen in years, a large, shameless smile on her face.

	We never spoke about that night. To this day, I wonder if Sissy
thinks it was a dream and that she'd actually sleepwalked through the
whole thing. She didn't get pregnant, thank God. Things were as they'd
always been, but for one major change: Sissy no longer treated me like
the cause of all of her problems. We can talk now, and share some pretty
intimate secrets although we've never once approached the intimacy of
that fateful night. I think the boys are jealous about Sissy's and my
newfound relationship, but hopefully they'll never figure out what
provoked it.

	I still catch myself, some nights, thinking about her beautiful
body while I jerk off and about how lovely her pussy felt around my
cock. And I swear that she tries to catch me at it, but that's a story
for another time...