Date: Sat, 18 Nov 2023 18:50:59 +0000
From: Candyman <candyman4me@proton.me>
Subject: Sweet Candy - Chapter 1

This is my first story on Nifty. It contains themes of bisexuality and
incest. If you don't want to read it now would be a good time to leave.
It's all made up of course. Feel free to send me your comments - maybe
I'll write some more.

...............

I have a Cabin in the woods. It has just one bedroom and bathroom, with
an open plan kitchen slash laundry slash living area. The rear of the
cabin is accessed from a dirt track that comes off the County road. It's
a fairly remote property with the nearest neighbours being about a
quarter of a mile away. The front of the cabin boasts a spectacular view
of Lake Anna and has a full width verandah. It's only about an hour and a
half away from my home in Richmond so I can, and do,  visit the cabin
whenever my mood takes me - to read, write or just unwind.

On this particular visit the weather turned nasty on the journey to the
lake. The weather forecast predicted a nice warm summers day but by the
time I arrived at midday it was pouring with rain and wind was lashing
the rear of the cabin. I parked the car as close as I could and quickly
unloaded the luggage and some basic groceries. Bugsy, my Chocolate
Labrador dog, stayed in the car so he wouldn't get under my feet while I
was doing this. We eventually made it inside, glad to finally close the
door to the foul weather.

I hung my wet jacket on the back of a chair and found a towel to dry my
face and hands then noticed Bugsy sitting at the front door looking out
at the lake and furiously wagging his tail. Something had got his
attention so I wandered over to see what it was and immediately noticed
what looked like a bundle of clothing on the verandah. On closer
inspection however I quickly worked out it was in fact a small child, a
girl, curled up asleep (hopefully) covered in an assortment of garments.
I also noticed a child size mountain bike lying down on the grass between
the cabin and the lake.

I didn't want to frighten the girl but I needed to know if she was
alright so I quietly opened the door, stepped out onto the verandah and
sat in an old wooden chair about ten feet away from the girl. Bugsy
followed me out on my signal, lay down next to the girl, and gently
licked her face. She woke up, opened her eyes and saw Bugsy so she set
upright.

"Hello there", I said quietly but not quietly enough to avoid spooking
her. She jumped up and started quickly moving towards her bike,
scattering the clothing that was covering her on the way. Remaining in my
chair I said in a calm voice "you don't have to leave. I won't hurt you
and Bugsy here seems to like you". She stopped and looked up at me so I
offered "why don't you come back up here out of the rain". It didn't take
her long to realise that she was no longer under the shelter of the
veranda so she hesitantly made her way back up to the veranda and sit
down next to Bugsy who immediately nuzzled up to her and plonked his big
chocolate head on her lap.

"My name's Mike and that big lump on your lap is Bugsy". She patted
bugsy's head and seemed reluctant to make eye contact with me. "Do you
have a name ?" I asked.

"Candy", she replied quietly still looking at Bugsy rather than me.

"Well we're very pleased to meet you Candy. And welcome to our little
cabin by the lake. She looked up at me then I gave me a little nervous
half-smile. "How long have you been lying out here in the cold?" I asked.

"I don't know, not long. I got cold and then I got tired and when I saw
your cabin I thought I'd have a little rest. I guess I fell asleep."

"Well you're not going to do yourself any favors sitting out here in the
cold so you'd better come inside while I ring your parents so they can
come and pick you up."

"Nooo", she cried. "Please don't call my parents".

This confirmed my suspicion that she was a runaway. A delicate situation.
" Ok no parents - no problem. But we need to get out of this weather. I
was just about to light the fire and make some hot soup. What do you say
- want to join me?"

I could see she was hesitant so I got up from my chair and went inside
calling Bugsy after me. I left the door open while I lit the log fire.
Candy followed us in and sat in a  chair by the door - ready for a quick
escape by the looks of it. Once the fire was going I walked over to the
door and shut it.

"It's not locked", I said to Candy who was still looking at me nervously.
"You can leave anytime you want but I don't recommend it. It's freezing
out there" I said as I wandered over to the kitchen. I emptied a couple
of cans of chicken soup into a bowl and slipped that into the microwave.
While it was cooking I went into the bedroom and got a fresh towel and
some dry clothes which I took over to Candy.

"Sweetheart", I said, "You need to get out of those wet clothes. Here's a
towel and some dry clothes. They'll be way too big for you but they'll
keep you warm while we dry your clothes in front of the fire. If you like
you could go into the bathroom and get changed and I'll have some hot
soup ready for you when you are done."

Candy sat in her chair for a while no doubt weighing up her options but
eventually picked up the pile of clothes and went into the bathroom,
closing the door behind her. By the time she came out I had a couple of
bowls of soup and some fresh kibble bread on the kitchen table. She stood
in the middle of the living room looking at me and I got my first decent
look at her. I had given her a long sleeved hooded sweatshirt which on
her slender frame made her look like something out of Star Wars. Despite
some obvious bruises on her face she was cute as a button. At about 4 ft
tall I was guessing she was around 8 years old. "Come, sit, have some
soup".

While she was eating I asked her a few questions about where she was from
and where she was going. The food must have given her confidence because
she seemed quite happy to talk now. She told me that she had left her
home about 24 hours ago. She walked aimlessly until nightfall, got lost,
"borrowed" a bike and rode through the night, hiding in the bushes
whenever a car came by. The storm struck when she was out in the open so
she looked for some shelter and found my cabin.

On further gentle probing she revealed that she was 10 years old, but
small for her age, and lived in a trailer park with her mother and
stepfather who apparently are both addicts. The stepfather was the one
inflicting the bruises and has been physically and sexually assaulting
her for several years. The mother was no better by all accounts. And no
the father wasn't around, having died in the war in Afghanistan when she
was six.

I asked her if she had any other bruises or injuries on her body and she
responded by  standing up turning away from me and lifting the sweatshirt
over her head almost taking it off completely. I audibly gasped when I
saw that her back and bare buttocks were bruised and showed signs of what
could only be whipping. She then actually removed the sweatshirt
completely before turning around to face me stark naked. There was more
bruising on her upper torso and arms. Not knowing what else to say I told
her to put the shirt back on. I was speechless, shocked, appalled and
angry. Who could do this to a defenceless little girl? I put my arms out
towards her and gestured with my hands to come to me. I couldn't say
anything, I was close to tears. She came up to me so I wrapped her in a
big hug and just held her. "You poor thing", I eventually said over her
gentle sobbing.

I ended the hug and held her in front of me. Looking into her teary eyes
I said "Candy I can't begin to imagine the life you've been living but
I'd like to help you if you'll let me. You've been treated badly by
people who should be loving you and that's just not good enough. If you'd
like my help and you think you can trust me you are welcome to stay here
tonight. Tomorrow we'll see what we can do to fix this. Would you like
that?"

"Yes please. I don't want to go back there", she sobbed. I took her back
into my arms and just held her shaking body. "It will be alright
sweetheart" I whispered as I gently rocked her and stroked her hair.

I held her and held her. I wanted to hold her forever. Such a gentle
little lamb. I'd only just met her but I had this overwhelming urge to
protect her from all the evil in the world. I must have been holding her
for ages when I eventually realised that the poor little thing had fallen
asleep in my arms so I scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom
where I lay her on the bed and covered her with the quilt. I left the
door partially open in case she woke up and wondered where she was and
went about gathering up all her stuff that was scattered inside and out.
There was a backpack that I hadn't noticed before along with the wet
clothes she had been wearing and a couple of changes of clothes that she
had covered herself with on the veranda. All up there were two t-shirts,
a grey hoodie, a pair of blue jeans, three pairs of white cotton panties,
two pairs of white socks and a pair of sneakers. I put all the clothes in
the washer/dryer and laid out the backpack and it's contents (toothbrush,
hairbrush, Barbie doll, and a framed picture of a soldier) on the kitchen
table to dry. I threw a badly bruised banana and half-eaten apple into
the trash before making a couple of phone calls and thinking about where
to go from here. My early thoughts centered around getting her out of
that brutal environment but how to help her achieve this without her
ending up in a worse situation was the key. To throw the most simplistic
solution on to the table first, even if that solution had the smallest
chance of success, was often a writer's MO. But, as I knew too well,
there's usually a huge chasm between artistic licence and reality. I also
knew that sometimes, just sometimes, keeping it simple paid off. The
simplest solution was for me to adopt her.

I tossed the idea around for a while weighing up the pros and cons. The
pros won. I could certainly afford it, I was a respected international
literary figure with a squeaky clean background, I had a huge house in
the upmarket suburb of Tuckahoe with lots of similar aged neighborhood
kids, good access to schools, a friendly chocolate labrador etc etc. The
cons only consisted of minor details like red tape, the law, consent.

It was late afternoon when Candy reappeared in the living room. "Hello
Sleepyhead. Feel better?" I asked.

"Yes thank you."

"Look", I said as I pointed out towards the lake, "The storm's passed
and the sun's out again".

"Oh yeah", she replied as she wandered over to pet Bugsy who was
sprawled in the open doorway catching some rays.

While she was sitting there I filled her in on some of my thoughts.

"Candy, I spoke on the phone to a good friend of mine named Jill while
you were off in snoozyland. She just happens to be my lawyer as well and
she has agreed to come out here first thing tomorrow morning to meet you.
She has a lot of experience and good contacts in Childrens' Services and
it will be a good place for us to start looking for a solution to your
problem".

"What can she do?", she asked.

"We won't know that until she's met you tomorrow sweetheart. But don't
worry she's coming here to make things better for you. You'll have to
trust her to do what she does best. Is that OK?"

"I guess so, but will I have to go back?"

"I can't promise anything Candy but my educated guess is no. I would
assume that Childrens' Services would be very keen to have you removed
from that environment and placed in a more suitable one. I don't know the
legal steps required but that's what Jill is for. Whatever happens though
will be done in your best interest, and with Jill's help, and your
approval, I'll make sure of that."

While Candy had been sleeping the washer/dryer had done it's magic and
the hot water system had heated itself up so I was able to shuffle her
into the bathroom for a nice hot shower while I prepared some hamburgers.
I'd given her freshly laundered clothes back to her so was surprised to
see her wearing one of my old blue t-shirts. "Nice look", I commented.
"Thanks", she replied giving me a twirl and a big grin -- the first
time I'd seen her smile.

After eating we sat outside and talked some more all sorts of things. I
told her about myself -- that Bugsy and I lived on our own since my wife
died of cancer four years ago, that Bugsy was eight years old, that I
make a lot of money writing books, and that apart from this cabin I also
have the main house in Richmond as well as a villa in the south of
France.

It got a bit chilly so I grabbed a blanket to keep us warm. Candy
snuggled in to me as she told about her father. He had always been
rushing off to another war somewhere but the times he was home were
special. Yes that was his picture in the frame and he had given her the
Barbie Doll the last time he saw her.

We watched the sunset and eventually I started moving her towards
bedtime. I told her that she could have the bedroom for as long as she
was staying with me and I would sleep on the recliner chair in the living
room. I tucked her in and sat with her for a sec. "It's a huge bed Mike,
there's plenty of room for both of us", she offered but I replied that
it wouldn't be right. Secretly though I could think of nothing I'd like
more than to cuddle up to this little angel for the night.

I got myself comfortable in the recliner and read a book for a while
before turning the light out for an attempt at sleep.

I must have been tired because I nodded off straight away but woke a
couple of hours later with Candy shaking my shoulder. She was sniffling
as she asked "Can I sleep in here with you please Mike?" I pulled the
blanket back and took her in my arms, covered us again and tried to get
comfortable in the chair. Didn't work. After about ten minutes I
straightened the recliner and carried Candy back to the bedroom. She
looked upset so I smiled at her and said "if we're going to sleep
together we may as well be in a bed". She smiled back as I lay her back
down on the bed then climbed in myself.

Then I laid out the rules... this is my side and that is yours. No not
really, although I should have. She immediately snuggled in, or rather,
on. I was on the right side of the bed and so was she, now with her left
arm draped over my torso and her left leg intertwining my left leg,
dangerously close to the leg of my cotton underpants. My left arm came
around instinctively and supported her in this position making contact
with her oversized t-shirt covered upper thigh and butt.

A bit of a side mention here... I love panties. Especially little girl
panties. It's the only devience from straight down the middle I've ever
had, and it's been that way since I was very young. I've never actively
pursued this interest as I've always been aware that it was a bit
"taboo" to even have thoughts like this. That hasn't stopeed me
occasionally "noticing" little girls in parks hanging upside down on
the bars, or at the beach swimming in underwear, but I've never gone out
looking. My wife was aware of this kink and thought it was cute. She
started wearing full brief nylon panties for me, which were my favorites,
and would often give me a bit of a show. I even had a few pairs of my own
to wear. Sometimes when we were out she would discreetly alert me to a
scene I hadn't noticed. That's been the extent of my kinkiness.

As I lay there cupping Candy's butt I could now feel the elastic of her
cotton briefs. Of course I had studied her panty collection earlier when
I was folding up her laundered clothes. I had even briefly held one of
the pairs against my cheek to feel the softness of them. And now I was
touching them against her body, albeit under the big t-shirt. I was
becoming hard but that was OK as I was wearing underwear myself and was
not in immediate danger.

We fell asleep like that and when I woke a few hours later we appeared to
be spooning. I was still on the right but now facing left. Candy was
tucked in to me as far as possible. Her t-shirt had ridden up to her
waist and my rock hard cock was nestled between the tiny cheeks of her
butt. Only our underwear was seperating us from highly inappropriate
intimate contact so of course I backed away from this nightmare situation
and turned over to my right. No not really. It felt too good. I was
fairly sure Candy was fast asleep and was totally oblivious to the
position we were in. I fell asleep again thinking happy thoughts.

I woke in the morning with sunlight just starting to penetrate the
curtains. I was on my back again and there was just enough light to make
out Candy laying on her side facing me but still sleeping. But it wasn't
the early morning lighting that woke me, rather the early morning wood.
That wasn't unusual, I'm a perfectly healthy adult male. What was unusual
however was the small hand that was in contact with the tip of my hard
cock. What the? ... I looked hard into my bed partner's face but,
although the lighting was still poor, she was showing no signs of being
awake. Her tiny hand was making slow circular motions around my knob,
then changing direction, then squeezing lightly -- basically she was
(subconsciously) masturbating me. This had to end. I immediately shook
her awake and told her she was a dirty little minx. No not really. It
felt too good. It felt out of this world. After checking Candy for signs
of consciousness again (nil) I shut my eyes and played along. At least, I
thought, if she awoke now and I appeared asleep she would just back off
and pretend it never happened. I hadn't had any sexual connection with
anyone other than Mrs Palmer since my wife died which is why it didn't
take long for the dam to burst. All of a sudden I was coming in my
underwear like a teenager. I came buckets. Surely she would wake up now.
She didn't but her hand had stopped stroking me and had become still
resting on my very wet underpants.

I planned and executed a slow exit from the bed and made it to the
bathroom without spilling too much of my man juice on the floor. After
cleaning myself up and getting into some fresh clothes I made my way into
the kitchen for some much needed coffee.

A short time later Candy appeared in the big blue t-shirt. "Good morning
Candy", I offered in my best casual 'nothing just happened' voice.
"Morning", she replied. I gave her a glass of OJ and asked her if she
slept well, "yes thankyou. Where's Bugsy?", she asked. "I let him
out", I replied pointing with my coffee cup at the open door. She walked
over and stood in the doorway until she could see him doing his business
by a tree. "He's doing a poo", she said with a big grin. "Good dog",
I replied.

After a breakfast of eggs on toast I asked her to tidy herself up ready
for Jill's visit, ie put some of her own clothes on and make it look a
little less like she had just crawled out of my bed. Jill was a dear
friend but she still has eyebrows that would raise with the slightest
suspicion. Candy came out of the bathroom wearing shorts, t-shirt and the
grey hoodie. I gave her some help brushing her hair and by the time she
put her sneakers on she looked adequately clean and tidy.

Jill arrived about 9am and found me sitting on the verandah watching
Candy and Bugsy playing fetch by the lakefront. Jill sat with me and I
filled her in on events up until this point before outlining my bizarre
desire to adopt the kid. Surprisingly she didn't shoot me down in flames
but rather mentioned that it would be tricky but not unrealistic. I
called Candy over and made the introductions. We all chatted for a bit
until Jill stood up and took Candy by the hand. "Let's go for a little
walk", she said. Candy looked a little nervous so Jill added "Girl
talk". They walked down to the lake edge and found a fallen tree to sit
on. Bugsy followed them and sat next to Candy to get more head petting.
Bugsy had a new friend.

The day became a series of visits. Jill left the cabin to visit the
parents then returned. Helen, a Childrens' Services officer arrived,
interviewed Candy, then left with Jill to revisit the parents.

Candy was throwing a stick for Bugsy to fetch whilst we walked along the
lake edge chatting a bit more about ourselves. Bugsy was having a great
time. "Throw it in the lake", I suggested to Candy and she did just
that. Bugsy never hesitated, just bounded into the lake and swam to the
stick, retrieved it and placed it at Candy's feet. She did this a few
more times, trying to get it farther out, before handing the stick to me.
"All right boy, you ready?". I teased Bugsy for a bit before giving it
a decent lob into the lake, getting about twice the distance that Candy
could throw. He took off and made short work of returning it. Next throw
I looked left but threw right. Bugsy took off in the wrong direction but
soon realised and swam back the other way. We'd played this game before.
Candy was in histerics screeching and giggling and trying to guide the
mutt to the stick. She had a few more throws, trying to emulate my tricks
but Bugsy was wise to this by now and just kept retrieving.

"Can I go for a swim?", she asked. "Sure, if you want to", I replied.
I immediately thought that she didn't have a swimsuit but that very
quickly didn't matter as she started undressing right there on the lake
edge. "Hang on", I said. "Can you actually swim?" "Yes they teach us
at school. I can do two lengths", she replied proudly as she handed me
her sweatshirt and t-shirt that had come off together. She stepped out of
her sockless sneakers then pulled down her shorts, which she also handed
to me. She was just reaching for her panties when I said "You'd better
leave those on, just in case someone comes by". "OK", and she ran into
the lake with Bugsy following close by.

I wasn't expecting that. It was an innocent enough act but it had my
heart all a flutter. I occupied myself with folding her clothes and
placing them in a neat little pile as I sat on the fallen tree watching
the kids play. Candy was still throwing the stick whilst squeeling and
giggling and Bugsy was retrieving it and barking at her and the stick.
Eventually they both calmed down and Bugsy got bored so he plodded out of
the lake and shook himself off. Candy remained in just sort of floating
around so I yelled "show me how good you can swim". She wasn't too bad.
The stroke looked good and the breathing was passable.

She exited the lake and stood in front of me. Her thin cotton panties had
become transparent when wet and she looked absolutely gorgeous. She
didn't try to cover herself -- I think she was happy for me to see her
like that. I carried her neat little pile of clothes under one arm as we
walked back to the cabin and I felt her little hand reach up to hold mine
as we strolled along.

Once in the cabin I draped a towel over her shoulders and went to busy
myself somewhere else but she stopped me. "Will you please dry me
Mike?", she asked in a pixie voice. How could I resist. "Sure", I
replied as I went and sat in an arm chair. She followed me and stood
facing me. She still had her transparent wet panties on and she was
making no effort to remove them so I reached down and slowly slid them
down her legs until she stepped out of them. I left them on the floor as
I took in this close up sight of her beautifully perfect little naked
body. I gently turned her around and took the towel off her shoulders and
started by drying her hair then down her still slightly bruised back and
arms. I bypassed her butt to dry her legs thinking that this was all
wrong but I didn't get away with it. "Don't forget my bum", she said. I
padded her dainty butt with the towel before spinning her back around to
do her front.

Her face was already dry so again I started at the top and worked my way
down. At ten years old she of course had no boobs but there was a hint of
what was to come. Her pink nipples were surrounded by areolas about the
size of a quarter and were slightly raised. I dried them and I'd swear
that I could feel the nips hardening as I did so. As I moved the towel
slowly down to her tummy (yes I was enjoying this) she suddenly giggled
and tensed up. I must have struck a funny-nerve. She had that big smile
on her face as I moved down even lower to her hairless pubic area and
tiny immaculate vagina. As I delicately dried her there she raised one
leg and rested it on the seat of my chair. Ok, I get the hint. I now slid
the towel between her legs from her tiny slit through to her butt crack.
She closed her eyes and opened her mouth in obvious pleasure so I kept
this up for about a minute. When I tried to stop she moaned for me to do
it some more. I dropped the towel on the floor and reached through her
legs with my bare hand. I couldn't help myself. She gasped and opened her
eyes and mouth wide while I gently slid my finger through the gap that
the towel had just vacated. I couldn't believe the feeling that was
coursing through my veins. It was like my fingertips were suddenly the
centre of my being. All my senses were concentrated on that little slit
and bum. I kept myself in control though and eventually ceased this
carnal activity, picked the towel back up and made a show of finishing
her legs.

"There you go", I said as I threw the towel across the room and looked
at her. She responded by climbing on the me and wrapping her warm naked
body around me as much as she could. "Did you enjoy that little girl?"
I whispered into her hair.

"Yes daddy", she whispered back.

Jill and Helen returned about an hour later with the County Sherriff in
tow. He interviewed me, then Candy (with Jill and Helen present),
complimented me on my books then left with a signed copy of my latest
title. Helen then summarized the days events for us before she also left
with a signed copy of my latest title. Any questions?", Jill asked as
she was preparing to leave.

I looked at Candy as I replied "No, I think it's pretty clear. Candy has
been made a Ward of State and I have been granted temporary guardianship
until formal adoption is complete.

Candy and I walked Jill out to her car to see her off. I gave her a hug
and thanked her for helping out. "I've got a feeling that you two are
going to be great for each other", she said as she turned to Candy for a
hug. It was very nice to meet you young lady. I hope it all works out
well for both of you". She hopped in her car and wound the window down.
"I'll send the bill", she said.

"Make sure you do."

"And Sweety", she said to Candy, "If he gives you any trouble call me
straight away and I'll adopt you myself". That got a laugh all round.

As Jill drove off Candy reached up and put her hand in mine again. We
walked back to the cabin like that, with Bugsy following on behind.

I rustled up some ham and salad which we ate outside on the verandah then
just sat there watching the lake birds feeding. "I think we'll leave
here tomorrow and head back to your new home. What do you say?"

"OK", she replied indifferently. "How far away is it", she asked.

"Only about an hour and a half. We'll leave first thing so we can stop
for some groceries and stuff that you'll need. Tomorrow's Friday, so on
Saturday we'll go shopping for some new clothes. How does that sound?"
Her eyes lit up at that thought and she asked

"Can I please have a dress?".

"Of course you can sweety. You can choose anything you want. In fact the
wardrobe in your room is quite large so you'll need many items.

"I've only ever had dresses when I was a baby. Can I have two?"

"I was thinking more along the lines of twenty". I could see her mind
going over the vision of a wardrobe full of new clothes and she
eventually smiled at me in anticipation. God, that smile again. Little
did she know that her new room had a walk in wardrobe and I intended to
fill it for her. I was going to spoil this little girl rotten.

When the sun went down we went back inside and I suggested she hop in to
bed while I clean up the cabin and have a shower. "Will you sleep with
me again tonight please Daddy?" she asked. There was that 'Daddy' word
again. I didn't know what to think about that and sleeping together. Of
course I wanted to. Very much. But it wasn't right. But she was very
vulnerable and probably a bit fragile at the moment.

"Alright", I replied. "But only tonight. We can't be doing this as a
regular thing, it's not right for a man to sleep with a little girl. Do
you understand sweetheart ?"

"Yes Daddy. Only tonight". She smiled mischievously.

After my shower I slipped on fresh boxer shorts and t-shirt before
tip-toing into the bedroom in the hope that Candy had fallen asleep. This
was not to be. The light was still on and she was lying on her back with
the covers pulled up so that I could only see her big smiley face. I also
noticed that her all the clothes she had been wearing, including
underwear, were now on the floor at the foot of the bed, and my blue
t-shirt was draped over the back of a chair. I smiled back at her and sat
on my side of the bed looking down at her. "Are you sure you want this
honey?", I asked. "I'm quite happy to sleep out there on the
recliner".

"I'm positive Daddy. I want you in here with me. I want you to hold me
and touch me and fall asleep with me and wake up with me".

"Ok sweetheart", I lifted the covers up to look at her and sure enough
she was naked. She gave me that smile again and said "You can take your
clothes off too".

"I don't know", I hesitantly replied.

"Pleeeeaaasse".

Geez. What the hell was I doing I thought as I lifted my t-shirt over my
head. I stood up and looked back at her for a few seconds then lowered my
boxer shorts revealing my semi erect shaved penis. I let her look at me
for a while before I climbed in to bed and we lay side by side looking at
each other. I reached out and around her with my right arm and dragged
her in to my naked body. She responded by moulding herself into me and
draping her leg over mine just like the previous night, except this time
she was higher up and resting on my now rock hard cock. I had my left arm
resting on her butt again and I lightly massaged it, occasionally running
my fingers along her butt crack.

I was laying there with my eyes closed soaking in the delightful odour of
little girl when I was quite surprised to feel her tiny lips on mine
kissing me. I responded lightly with little pecks and soon felt her
tongue probing so of course I opened up and let her in giving a bit of my
tongue in return. Whilst we were engaged in this tongue hockey she had
been moving her body around on mine getting more comfortable and I soon
felt her little hand touching my cock. She could only reach the tip from
the position we were in but it felt exquisite and I was soon leaking
pre-cum which only added to the feeling.

For my part my fingers had now reached her tiny little girl slit and were
sliding through the gap between her labia from her barely discerable
clitoris down to her vagina. She was also now leaking her girl juices and
between us we were making quite a slurpy sound. We stayed like this for
about ten minutes. Kissing, touching and leaking. Candy pulled her face
off mine and smiled before pulling the bed covers aside and slithering
down my body. I watched her as she took hold of my penis with both hands
and stroked it from tip to base and back again very slowly. She began
milking my pre-cum and licking the juice off with her tongue. Oh. My.
God. Then she put her tiny mouth around me and gently sucked and tongued
my knob. I was ready to blow in a very short time and tried using Zen
mind techniques to delay it, but she was too good. "I'm going to cum",
I warned her and a split second later I did. She took it all, swallowing
as quickly as she could. Some of my juice escaped under pressure and she
giggled as we both became covered in the stuff. She kept me in her mouth
for a while longer licking and swallowing. Then she let my deflating
penis flop out and she continued licking up my cum from my bald pubic
area and balls. I pulled her back to my face and licked her clean nice
and slow before laying her on her back to give her a taste of her own
medicine.

I lay beside her and slowly licked my way down to her chest. I lightly
teased her left nipple with the tip of my tongue then switched to the
right. Then I engulfed her areola with my mouth and gently sucked while
still licking the nipple. I got a moan from her so I glanced up at her
face to see her eyes wide open taking in the whole experience. I got a
bit of a rythym going, switching from one side to the other without
breaking physical contact, and her audible contribution increased
accordingly.

After a few minutes of this I tongued my way down lower to her cute
little belly button. I put the tip of my tongue in the tiny hole and she
squealed and giggled in delight. She was clearly ticklish there so I
teased her for a bit before moving down a bit lower. I was now at her
mons and gave that area a bit of attention before repositioning myself so
that my head was between her legs. She instinctively open herself up and
pulled her knees up to allow access. I just looked at her soaking wet
vagina for a little while so she spread her legs wider apart thus opening
herself up more for my viewing pleasure. I got right up close. She
smelled incredible. Nothing like that fishy odour that adult females
release, no this was more like honey. I ran my tongue slowly up her
opening and collected as much juice as I could. It tasted like honey as
well, but without the extreme sweetness. She moaned as I took a few more
licks. With the tip of my tongue I found her tiny button of a clitoris
and worried this for a while then licked down lower to her vaginal
opening and shoved my tongue in as far as it woulkd go. She moaned and
shuddered as I worked my tongue in and out. Then I went back to her clit
for a bit then back inside her. By now I was also playing with her
nipples with the thumb and forefinger of both hands. She still had her
eyes wide open in wonder and her mouth wide open looking for more air. I
loved watching her like this. She would moan when I entered her with my
tongue and then squeal when I played with her clit. I kept this up for
what seemed like ages. She was clearly enjoying it and I was literally
drinking from her constant flow of little girl juice.

Eventually she closed her eyes, threw her head back on the pillow and
started shaking all over. Her orgasm was intense and I guessed this was
possibly her first so I continued with my tonguing and nipple play
(although that was challenging as she was now thrashing around a bit on
the bed) to allow her an unforgettable experience. Her squealing and
thashing calmed down somewhat so I slowed down my pace with her,
eventually discontinuing completely and scooting back up the bed to take
her in my arms. She also wrapped her arms around me and we lay there
interlocked for several minutes before her breathing got back to normal.
"That was amazing Daddy. I think I had an orgasm", she said.

"You certainly did sweetheart". I pulled the bed covers back over us,
switched off the bed light, and we both fell asleep wrapped in each
others arms and legs.

Like the previous night I woke up several times to find us entwined in
various intimate positions and again my morning wood was being attended
to by Candy, although she was not pretending to be asleep this time. I
opened my eyes to find her feet where her head should have been. The rest
of her was under the covers with her head down at my crotch and her mouth
working her magic on my cock. I moved my arm between her legs and started
playing with her already moist preteen vagina. Then I lifted the covers
slightly and said "Good morning sweety".

"Mmm mmm mmm" was the reply. I dropped the covers back down and closed
my eyes in bliss. She soon ceased her oral ministrations and scooted her
body around so that she was now laying on top of me. When we were head to
head we kissed and tasted each others morning flavors. Beautiful. She was
sliding her lower body around and eventually manipulated herself into a
position where her tiny slit was resting on the tip of my very wet penis.
She pushed down and I pushed up. What was I thinking? I wasn't thinking.
It was too early in the morning to think -- that's my excuse anyway.
Amazingly the head of my penis popped inside her unbelievably tight
vagina and felt as if it was locked in to place.

Time stood still. I stopped breathing for fear of time re-starting. We
stopped kissing and Candy looked at me with the big smile which changed
to a frown as she deliberatly slid down further forcing me deeper into
her incredibly tight cavity. I had never experienced anything like this.
Her iron strong but equally soft and gentle grip on my shaft seemed like
an imposibility of nature. My senses were all over the place but
fortunatley I remembered to breathe. I couldn't bring myself to force
myself in to her but I was able to lock my pelvic muscles in place so
that with her continued downward pressure she was able to slide herself
completely down my shaft until her butt was resting on my pubic bone. She
stopped there and smiled again before whispering "Please fuck me
Daddy".

"I don't want to hurt you baby", I croaked back.

She responded by pumping herself twice on my hard cock and chanting
"Fuck. Me." as she did. So I fucked her. Gently at first as I still
couldn't believe the tightness of this little hole, and then with a bit
more pace. We were soaking wet and it smelled delicious. I was able to
pull my cock almost completely out of her before pushing it back in.
Occasionally I would test her resolve by slamming myself into her, which
would result in a deep moan. We got into a rythym and before too long I
felt myself getting close to nutting out. I slowed down a bit to stretch
out the experience but it wasn't going to last much longer. I prepared
for a final hard thrust and just as I delivered it her orgasm took hold
which triggered mine. I held her tightly into me as she shook and
squealed and cried and giggled all at once. I was still thrusting into
her as I unloaded gallons of milky man juice which I could feel was
squirting out of her baby vagina, covering us and the bed with warm
sticky mess.

We stayed locked together for about a year, or maybe it was nearer five
minutes, when my cock softened and the tightness of her hole forced my
limp intruder out with a gush of liquid. We kissed again, this time with
a whole new meaning. We were no longer 'playing' with each other -- we
were lovers. So I told her. "I love you Candy".

"I love you too Daddy". We fell asleep but only for about an hour. The
wetness was becoming uncomforatble so I pulled back the covers and got
out of bed, took Candy's hand in mine and said "let's shower". She
liked the sound of that judging by her smile so I led her to the
bathroom, turned on the shower and we both climbed in. We soaped each
other up and rinsed each other off with the hand held shower head. She
squealed when I got her in the face and she retaliated with a cupful of
water up my nose. I washed her long hair which was another new experience
for me, then she washed mine, not that there was much of mine to wash.

Eventually the water started going cold which signalled that end of fun
time. We got out and dried each other off before seeking out clothes to
wear. I decided I wanted to dress her so I got her to stand in front of
me while I knelt down and rubbed my hands up and down her naked body for
a final feel up. I got her last pair of clean panties and slowly unfolded
them before holding them up to my face and breathing in the aroma. She
giggled at this while I lowered them down to her feet. She lifted her
feet one at a time and stepped in to them and I slowly pulled them up her
skinny legs until they rested in their rightful place. I patted them down
and made sure there were no wrinkles before repeating the process with
her shorts. Then I got her t-shirt over her head and pulled that down,
giving her nipples a tweak and her belly button a poke on the way. More
giggling.

Then it was her turn to dress me. She went straight for my underwear,
which today were bright pink cotton trunks. I dutifully stepped into them
and she pulled them up my legs with a little less decorum I had shown
her. She yanked them in to place giggling the whole time before putting
her tiny hands inside the legs and reaching for my flacid cock. Despite
her best efforts at arousing me back to hardness there was no change in
the limpidity so she gave up and handed me my jeans. I finished dressing
myself as she watched on and we finished up in a loving hug.

We had some breakfast, cleaned up the cabin, filled a laundry bag with
wet sheets and towels, and drove back to Richmond. On the way we had a
good talk about our future. Yes we could continue as lovers but I
explained that we had to keep this secret, that if we got caught I would
go to jail and she would be sent back to her mother or placed in care. I
told her that whenever she wanted to stop we would and we'd continue our
relationship as girl and stepfather. Candy replied that she completely
understood, was good at keeping secrets (this wasn't her first rodeo --
her words) and that she didn't want us seperated. I asked her to hold off
on the 'Daddy' talk and 'public displays of affection' for a few months.
We didn't want to create suspicion.

I also talked about the house that we were heading to, and that we had
neighbours with three kids, one of whom was a girl about Candy's age. I
didn't give too much away but I was aware that this little girl's life
had changed forever. Mine too, come to that.


End of chapter 1