Date: Mon, 21 Nov 2022 11:03:08 -0600 From: Douglas Jefferson Subject: The Helpful Neighbor - Part 1 Please remember to donate to. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This is a work of fiction with all characters having come from my imagination. Please do not read this if it is illegal to do so. A review with pictures inspired me to write this. Enjoy! -------------------------------------------------------------------- My Helpful Neighbor My name is Glenn Reynolds. My wife, Linda, had passed away from cancer a couple of years ago leaving me with a step-daughter that I cared for as if I was her father. Her father had disappeared from her life at a young age and it wasn't long after that time that her mother and I had met through some mutual friends who thought we would make a cute couple. At first she was hesitant because she wasn't sure about dating given that some men don't take too well to women with children. I, on the other hand didn't mind that she had a daughter. We were both about the same age and although young enough to still have children, I had to let her know that due to a medical condition I had a low sperm count and likely wasn't going to be able to grow her family. She was fine with this, feeling that she wanted to focus on raising her daughter and didn't want to have another child with such a large age difference between them. After dating for about a year, we got married. Based on my condition, I agreed, in the interest of avoiding any potential, abeit unlikely surprises down the road, to get a vasectomy. Life went on for us. I treated my step-daughter, Brittany, as if she was my own daughter. Not long after, in the interest of preventing any claims from her actual father, whom no one knew where he was anyway, I adopted Brittany. She was confused at first as to why I would adopt someone who still had a mother. I explained sometimes that when people remarry after a death or divorce, the step parent sometimes adopts the child to make it official and prevents messy custody issues should the birth parent actually pass away later. She accepted that and was actually quite happy that she would also get to have the same new last name that her mom did. Brittany was 10 when Linda was diagnosed with cancer and much to our shock and dismay, she deteriorated quickly, passing away 4 months later. Brittany and I were at a loss but the one thing this tragedy did do for the two of us is bring us even closer together. I had always found her to be the most adorable girl I had ever seen so she was so easy to love. After a few months, we got over the shock of our loss and managed to begin functioning normally again. We both had learned how to cook so we could make dinner when the other had something that kept them busy. I worked locally and then after the pandemic hit, I was able to work from home. Now, we had become quite comfortable with each other and had gotten used to each of us seeing the other in various stages of undress. The school year started in August so it was hot out and the AC in the house wasn't the best so we both decided we were fine dressing comfortably indoors, which meant wearing just underwear was perfectly OK with either of us. I have always put in an effort to try and stay in shape for health reasons. I hadn't planned on dating again after Linda died but that wasn't an excuse to let myself go, plus it set an example for Brittany to try and eat well and get decent exercise. As a result, I kept a trim physique and Brittany looked healthy for her age. She didn't carry any excess weight, nor did she look undernourished. Unfortunately, this caused me to notice how attractive she was at times and when wearing only a pair of boxer briefs it can sometimes show. I usually made it a point when I noticed how attractive she was, I would try to be sitting down doing something that covered that area. During the summer of the pandemic, when school hadn't restarted yet in person, Brittany was 12, and she was doing e-learning from home. One of the subjects she was studying during this time was sex education. She always studied hard and got good grades. However, I think the subject caused her to wonder about a few things between her mother and I. "Dad, why did you and mom not have any more kids after you got married?" she asked me one day during dinner. I frowned as I was thinking about, trying to come up with the best way to explain it. "Well, your mother was wanting to focus her energies on you for starters and didn't think it was fair to you to make you adjust to being a sister so quickly after having to adjust to having a new father." I replied. "I could have handled it." she said. "I imagine so, but that wasn't the only reason. I had a medical condition that would have made it difficult to get her pregnant. We weren't the best off, so fertility treatments would have been too much to afford. So we decided to just be the best parents we could to you. So I had a vasectomy done so it would guarrantee I wouldn't get your mother pregnant." "What is a vasectomy?" she asked. "It is a surgical procedure where the doctor severs and ties off the vessels or tubes that carry sperm from the testes to the prostate." "Oh. Also,if you don't mind my asking, what was the condition? I don't think it could have been impotency." she said. "No, it was a low sperm count. Apparently my testicles weren't producing much sperm. Now granted, I am glad you are confident it wan't impotency, but what makes you so sure?" I asked feeling a little nervous as to what I was going to hear. "Well, I have been taking sex education and it has mentioned some of the things that happen when people get aroused. With us usually wearing just underwear in the house, it can be noticeable that you do get aroused sometimes. No matter how much you try to hide it." She said. I grimaced. Shit, she noticed. "Well sometimes, that happens in the morning without being aroused." "Ok, but a few times when I noticed it was late afternoon." "Yeah, well it happens. Even without having your mom around, I do see people that get me aroused. Sometimes women on TV, sometimes people I see when I'm out and about." "I get that." she said. "I also wanted to ask you about something else. The online texts also mention something called masturbation, which it says is using your hand or something else to satisfy the arousal. When the teachers get asked about this, they pretty much don't say much other than the textbook definition and leave it at that. If someone asks further, they tell us to talk to our parents about it." "I suppose I can see that. Most religious groups frown on masturbation for some reason or other. So depending on how parents feel religiously, they may not encourage it." I answered. "Ok, but how do you feel about it?" "I will answer that question two ways. 1. you might have noticed that your mom and I did not go to church or make you go to church. Secondly, it has been two years since your mom passed away and as you have already stated, I do get aroused. Given my lack of options, masturbation is perfectly acceptable in my worldview." "Wow, progressive dad!" "Progressive maybe; realistic definitely." I said. "So if I was to tell you I wanted to do that to 'relieve the tensions from my arousal' as the book puts it. You wouldn't be upset with me or disappointed." "I would have mixed feelings. You know how most parents hate to see their children grow up, well, kind of like that. However, I would also be relieved that you chose masturbation instead of experimenting with actual boys." I replied. "Ewww!" she retorted. "You have arousals but you say 'eww' to boys?" "Boys my age are too clumsy and awkward. The older men on tv are what get me aroused." "I'm not sure how I feel about that response." "Well, what does that leave me?" she asked. "Well sometimes, guys like other guys and girls like other girls." "You thought I was a lesbian?" "No, I was caught off guard and didn't know what you were thinking. I was also about to say, sometimes they like both." "I was just messing with you." she said with a big smile. "So about masturbation?" "What about it?" I asked. "Would you be upset with me if I wanted to do it." "No, as I said earlier, I am happier that you are choosing that. It is safer." "Safer than what?" she asked. "Safer than getting pregnant. Safer than catching an STD." I told her. "Ok, but how do I do it?" she asked. "Oh boy. Well for guys it's easy. We just tug on it until we orgasm. For girls, they can use their fingers to stimulate their clitoris, or I suppose a dildo or vibrator." "OK, using fingers how do I do that?" "Uhm, I don't think I am the person best to help you with that. It is times like this I really wish your mother was still with us. She would have been a big help to you." I told her. "Why is that?" she asked. "Because she believed very much that it was her job to guide you through this part of your life and help you be happiest. I know she told me when she knew she didn't have long that it was her biggest disappointment." I said, almost choking up. "I did tell her I would do my best to help you. And I think I know how I can get you started." I said and then went to my office to get my personal laptop. I set it on the table and opened it up and did a search for 'female masturbation porn'. "This probably isn't perfect but it will be a for you to see techniques females use to masturbate." I said after I found one where I thought the model was pretty hot and turned the computer around and hit the play button. Brittany watched as the twenty something woman used two fingers to strum her clit in a fast paced masturbation. Of course, what I wasn't expecting was to see her squirt her orgasm all over the place. "Oh great, something else to explain." I mumbled. "Yeah, explain that." She said. "Not sure I can. For men, once we reach our breaking point, we ejaculate. Usually in a highly visible way. For women, I don't know if all females can squirt like that." I told her. "Can we google it?" she asked. "Sure. In for a penny, in for a pound." I told her and we went to Google to do a search on squirting orgasms. A WebMD article came up. I clicked on it because I felt starting with the most clinical explanation would be easiest to start. It was very informative. Particularly for me. "So it says to achieve the orgasm, I should stimulate my G-spot. What is that?" she asked. "Let's click this link and see what it says." I said. After we clicked it, Google brought up another article about what the G spot is and how to stimulate it. "Wow, this is more educational than I thought!" I said. "Thanks dad. This does help me. I saw something in my reading about dildos and vibrators. What do those do?" she asked. "Well, from what I read in that article, it says it can help stimulate the G Spot or clitoris. Vibrators in particular create a vibrating rhythm in the object and that vibration helps bring you to orgasm faster." "I suppose for now I can just use my fingers. Uh, can I ask a favor? Since this is your personal laptop, can I use this to watch some porn videos in my room?" "Wow, um, not sure. I suppose so. Just be careful what sites you use. Some are less secure than others. Also don't use it too long that it will wear down the battery." "I won't." She said as she grabbed the laptop and went to her bedroom and shut her door most of the way. I felt relieved that conversation was now over with. I also felt pretty hard since that was a rather erotic conversation that involved watching porn with my daughter. I went out to the living room to relax on the recliner and oddly enough fell asleep. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In Brittany's room: That was probably the most awkward conversation I had ever had with my dad. I admit that he is cool for a dad and it was almost kind of cute seeing him get flustered trying to explain this stuff to a girl. It is sad that he misses Mom so much, but I love him all the more for it. It proves he really did love her and would do anything to watch out for me. Although lately, with us both seeing each other in our underwear I was beginning to want him to do something else with me. But wait, that is wrong! But he is so sexy, even for my dad. I decided to take my mind off of this conversation by watching a porn video from the site my dad was using to choose one. I looked through them and watched bits of ones but it just didn't excite me. Most of the men seemed like a bunch of old fart creeps and many of the girls looked like overdone whores with boob jobs. I came across one where the female actor looked younger. At least looked closer to 18. The girl had been living with her stepdad after the mother died and she was crushing on him. I guess I liked it because it hit close to home. Heck, the guy looked like he could have been my dad. I watched as she was trying to talk to him and tell him how much she really loved him and wanted him to be her first. God, is this really what I am thinking. She ended up kissing him and taking off his clothes while he gave in to his temptations and helped her remove hers. They started kissing passionately. Then she kissed her way down his front and took his cock in her mouth and started sucking his cock. I wonder what it would be like to suck my dad's cock? I continued to watch and saw her get back up and push him down onto the bed and got on top of him and rode him cowgirl style. She made it look really fun. I also had to admit that I thought she was pretty good looking too. I wonder what it would be like to be with another girl? As she continued watching, she saw him move her hips back and forth continuously for about ten minutes before her father announced he was going to cum. She continued riding him as she saw his hips jerk a bit and then saw this white substance running down his cock into his groin. So if that was Dad, he could do that and not worry about getting me pregnant. God, what am I thinking. I had seen enough, and yes I was pretty aroused. I shut down the computer and took it back to Dad's office and plugged it back in. I then went back to my room and shut my door most of the way. I am definitely going to try and finger myself to an orgasm. I am going to leave the door open just enough so Dad might see what is going on. I don't know why I am doing that, but for some reason I think I want him to see me doing this so it will give him some validation as a parent. Or it will make him insanely uncomfortable to be around me. Ah, it's worth the risk. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Living Room: (Dad) So I must have dozed off in my chair. I heard a door open and saw Brittany walk down the hall towards my office carrying my computer. She must be putting it back and plugging it in for me. She's such a good girl. No wonder I love her so much. She walked back to her room and closed her door but I didn't hear it close all of the way. I got up and walked over to my office and turned on the light. The personal laptop was in it's docking station and plugged in. Yep, she's a good girl all right. I turned out the light and walked out of my office. As I got close to her room I heard very heavy breathing. I looked in and saw her lying on top of her sheets with her covers pulled off. I saw her hands dip into her panties and start to rub her crotch. Hmm, either she watched some porn and was masturbating and needed to do it again or she just watched it to give her ideas and then after shutting off the computer decided to use her own imagination. I kept watching as she sat up and pulled her top off to reveal a somewhat flat chest with the beginnings of a couple of very beautiful breasts. She then hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pulled them down to her ankles and off. Her hands went back to her pussy and continued where she left off. I could hear her moaning as her hands started moving faster on her pussy. Then I thought I heard her say something. I listened more carefully. "Hmm, Daddy, that feels so good when you lick my pussy like that." I heard her moan quietly. I just about had a heart attack right where I was standing. I continued listening as she started enacting a scenario that apparently involved me making love to her. She kept playing with her pussy, rubbing her clit hard and harder until I heard something splatter on the covers. I tried to focus more clearly on her and saw liquid spraying from her pussy. She actually managed to have a squirting orgasm. I backed away from her door and went to turn out the light in the living room and went to bed. I was definitely going to need to jack off after seeing that so I wouldn't show a reaction to it later when I saw her. I then went into my room, stripped naked and got in bed. In my haste I didn't realize I had forgotten to close my door. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Brittany: Well, my first masturbation orgasm was definitely a success. A very messy success. I pulled the sheets off and snuck quietly down the hall to get a fresh set. I say quietly because I had already seen my dad had turned the living room light out and had gone to bed. As I grabbed a new set of sheets out of the closet, I saw my Dad's bedroom door was still open at least halfway. I thought about closing it for him when I heard him breathing heavily and saw motion on his bed. I thought he might have been having a nightmare but it turns out he was masturbating also. I wondered if he had seen me when I had left my bedroom door partway open. I continued watching and listening as I thought I heard him mumbling something. I tried to focus enough to block out anything in the background and listen solely to him. "Ohh Brittany, that feels so goood. Keep sucking my cock." I heard him faintly from his room. Oh my God, he must have seen and heard me and was now fantasizing about me. The odd thing is, I wasn't creeped out by this in the slightest. It almost felt as right as it did for the father and daughter in the porn video. We had gotten a lot closer since Mom passed but I couldn't believe we had gotten this close that we felt I could replace Mom as his lover. I watched a little longer as I heard one last grunt and saw him relax completely on his bed. He reached over to his bedside and grabbed a tissue. It was that moment that I chose to quietly make my way back to my room and closed my door quietly. I started to put the new set of sheets on my bed and was about to turn out the overhead light when I heard him come out of his room and I thought I heard him whisper my name. After a few seconds of quiet, he pulled his door closed and went back to bed. I turned out my light and got back in bed. I should be exhausted after having masturbated as long as I did. However, what I just heard filled my head with so many new thoughts. My dad and I both have been fantasizing about having sex together. Where I should be thinking this is wrong, I am thinking more that I am apparently attracted to him, so why is it wrong? It took about an hour before I finally drifted off to sleep. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The next morning: I woke up and got dressed in my usual boxer briefs and t-shirt. I started to make myself a light breakfast with my coffee when the phone rang. "Hello" "Yes, Mr. Reynolds?" the voice said. "Speaking." "This is Fred Myers from the office of Smith-cohen LLC. We are a law firm that your late wife had retained us for some document custodial work before she passed. Specifically, she had retained us to take custody of two letters that she had written, one addressed to you and one addressed to your daughter. They came with instructions for us to release these to you and your daughter two years after her death. That day was yesterday so we thought it best to contact you today." "Oh. Thank you. I'm surprised you would do it on a Saturday though." "Not an issue. Sometimes we do have to work weekends. This is a small task. All you have to do is come to our office, both of you, and sign for their release." "Sure, we both can make it there in probably an hour, hour and a half?" I told him. "That will be fine. We have other lawyers in the office so you will have no issues getting into the building today." We spoke a little longer with him giving me their address and quick directions. It was in the main part of town so even if I hadn't been there before so it was easy to find. I hung up the phone and sat down and finished my breakfast while thinking. Linda never said anything about this before. I wonder what it is? It can't be anything bad. Considering they are letters, it is probably just something she wanted to tell us after her death had time to sink in and for us to adjust. Not long after I sat down, Brittany walked into the kitchen and went to the fridge to get something to drink. She was looking as sexy as ever in her panties and cut-off t-shirt that started giving me a flashback to what I saw last night. I shook the image out of head quickly. "Brittany, dear, are you busy this morning?" "Not particularly, why?" "I got a call from a lawyers office this morning. Apparently your mother wrote us each a letter before she passed that she arranged to have held by these attorneys until two years after her date of death. Gosh, I hadn't even realized that was yesterday. Anyway, I told them we could come down and get them but we would both have to go because we each have to sign for the release." I told her. "Did you know about this?" she asked. "No, I didn't. I doubt it is anything bad. Probably something she felt the need to tell us but wanted to give us time with." "Ok. When do we leave?" "I told him we could be there in about an hour to hour and a half. So whenever we both get dressed and ready." "You mean we can't go like this?" she asked with a cheeky smile. I chuckled. "Oh dear, that's just cruel. You would leave those poor lawyers crippled for the rest of the day. They wouldn't be able to think of anything else. Hell, they'll probably be distracted enough seeing you fully clothed." "Yeah, but it would be fun. I guess I will go get dressed after I finish my glass of juice." "It doesn't have to be anything special. It could be jeans and a shirt." I finished what I was eating and Brittany finished off the juice and piece of toast I gave her when she came in the kitchen. We then went off to our own rooms to get dressed. Her comment earlier really caught my attention. I know we joke around but it showed just how aware she is of how sexy she looks in her underwear. After we got dressed, we got in the car and headed off to the lawyer's office. When we got there it was less than an hour after he had called. I suppose that works. I'm not sure that even after two years, either of us really wants to be here but maybe it will helpful. We got out and went into the office of Smith-cohen. "Good morning, I am Glenn Reynolds this is my daughter Brittany. I received a call earlier this morning from a Fred Myers about picking something up." "Yes, thank you. I will run and get Mr. Myers." said the receptionist as she walked away from her desk. She returned a couple minutes later with a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair. "Mr. Reynolds?" he asked as he extended his hand to shake. I took it. "Yes, and this is my daughter Brittany." She extended his hand to her as well and she shook it as he introduced himself as Mr. Myers. "If you will follow me to my office I can have you sign for the release." he said. "Thanks." He stepped into a small office with a sliding glass door. He closed it and sat down at his desk. Brittany and I sat in the two chairs in front of it." "Can you tell me when she contacted you about performing this task? She never mentioned it to me." He looked inside the file folder. "July 10, 2018" he said. "Ok, about a month before she passed." "Yes, I am sorry for your loss. This kind of arrangement, although not very common is not unheard of. Sometimes relatives leave letters that are not estate related to be given to heirs after a certain time. Usually to give the recipients time to come to terms with the loss." "That's what I was thinking was the case." I told him. "Let's see, here is Brittany's." he said as he opened a file folder that contained an envelope with Linda's handwriting. "If you could sign and date this page here at the bottom." he said to Brittany. Brittany took it briefly reading the paragraph above about this being a release. She is remarkably intelligent and it doesn't surprise me that she understood what the paragraph said, even at her age. She then took the envelope and held onto it. "And now you, Mr. Reynolds." he said doing the same for me. I took the envelope and slid it into my front pocket while we finished up. "Thank you for your time. I will see you out. If you have any questions, give me a call and I will try to answer them." he said. "Thank you, we will." I replied. We exited the building and walked back to our car and sat in it for a couple minutes before saying anything or reading the letter. "Do we read it now?" she asked. "I suppose you can, but I would rather wait until we got home. The last thing I need is to read something that might be emotionally troubling and wreck the car." I told her. "Yeah, it is not that long to wait." she said. We went home and got inside the house. She looked at me and said, "If you don't mind, I think I'm going to read this in my room." "I was about to suggest the same." I told her. I pulled the letter out of my front pocket and we each went to our own room to read it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Brittany: I'm glad that Dad did not want to read it in front of me, because I sure as hell did not want to read it in front of him. I undressed back down to my undies again and climbed into bed to make myself comfortable and opened the letter. I was glad that Mom's handwriting is so easy to read. "Deaerest Brittany, If you are reading this, it means that my fight with cancer did not go so well. It saddens me a little writing this because I am leaving you before you reach your teenage years and I know that is usually an extremely hard time for a girl. I had so wanted to help you through a lot of what you will be facing as you mature into a beautiful young woman. When I say this, you can probably guess what I am referring to. I love your step-dad with all my heart and I hope he can find his way through what will be a maze of emotional landmines. Don't be too hard on him. He is not female and has not had any children himself to go through this with. Also remember that this will be especially tough for him. I know because we had been very affectionate with each other while we were married. It does make me happy that you two appeared to be growing closer as my time draws near. Onto the meat of this message. As you reach puberty and start going through that emotional minefield, I want you to try and engage your father as much as possible so he can feel involved. And yes, that does involve asking him about sex. It will probably fluster him to no end but I know he loves you enough he will try his best. I ask this of you because I want you to feel comfortable enough with him that you could take on the role of his lover that I am leaving behind. This may sound wrong to you but I feel that you are enough like me that you could love him as I did. I hope you will at least consider it as you endure your teenage years. Please do not tell anyone about this. Your father is getting a similar letter so you can discuss with him but not outside of you two unless you are both absolutely sure it's safe. In love always, Mom" I just about passed out after reading that, I was so floored. Not only because of what she had suggested, but also because I actually was considering it. The fact that she so uncannily predicted this scenario almost has me thinking it cannot be real. My dad had to have arranged this. But he couldn't have, it was her personal stationary and definitely her handwriting. Dad's is such an untidy scrawl that there is no way he could have copied it for this long on his best day. I will give Dad credit, he lived up to what Mom wanted him to do in spades. She seemed to know he might struggle with it but I think she knew he could do it. I wonder what he is thinking after reading his. I'll give him a couple more minutes and then ask. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dad: I went into my room and closed the door. Before I sat down on my bed to read, I decided to go back to wearing just my boxer briefs and tee. I might as well be comfortable for this because it will probably be a doozy. I got into bed and leaned back against the headboard before I grabbed the letter off my nightstand and starated reading. "Dearest Glenn, Well if you are reading this it means that I wasn't able to beat cancer. It saddens me because I wanted to be with you and Brittany as she grew up into a beautiful young woman. I am also sorry that I am leaving you to have deal with what could very well be an emotionally troubling time for her. Not only will she be feeling lots of hormonal changes but it will be happening under the burden of losing a parent. Particularly the one who would have taken the lead in this effort. That being said, I want you to do your best to guide her through this time of her life. Yes that will mean going to the drug store for tampons and pads and consoling her when she breaks up with a boyfriend (or girlfriend, who knows, right?). Most importantly, be open to talking to her about sex. I know this will be difficult for you. If I had a son, this would be easier for you but you work with the hand you're dealt. I know we weren't religious so I hope you supportive of her if she starts to masturbate. Explain things to her, in a clinical way if you have to, so she understands the risks of experimentation. I was happy to see that as I was getting sicker, you two became even closer as you cared for me. I hope that continues and then some. This next part is probably going to be difficult for you to read much less do, but be open to the possibility of her taking my place as your lover. You have been good to her and treated her like she was your own daughter, but perhaps it might be better for you both if you remembered that you are not biologically related. If I had not gotten sick, I might have tried to bring us all together in that way and enjoyed all kinds of fun together. Unfortunately, that is up to you now. If by great happiness, you both do get to that point, please take advantage of the fact that you had a vasectomy and creampie her every chance you get. In Love always, Linda" I immediately checked my pulse to make sure I wasn't going to have a heart attack after reading that. It's almost like she knew. She worried I wouldn't be able to talk about sex with Brittany but in the end, she knew I would do it. It was kind of uncanny that she suggested taking Brittany as my lover after what I witnessed last night and the fact that I jacked off thinking that very thing. I wonder what she had to say to Brit? It almost felt that Brittany arranged this to justify her feelings for me but that couldn't be. This was Linda's personal stationery and definitely her handwriting. Brit could have copied it but the other thing is this just came up last night. I wonder what Brittany is thinking after this. I was about to get up to go see her in her room when there was a knock on my bedroom door. I got up to answer it and Brittany was there. "I was just coming to talk to you." I told her. "I thought so, that letter definitely warrants a discussion." she said as I saw a tear run down her cheek. "Yeah, it was a bit much for me too." I told her. "I am not crying so much out of sadness. It was a beautifully written letter. It was emotionally touching. Perhaps, we should read each other's" she suggested. "Normally, I would be wary of that because there were some things in it not meant to be read by someone your age. But, I did let you watch porn for masturbation purposes so that ship has sailed. Here." I said as I handed her my letter and she handed me hers. We both laid down on the bed, leaned against the headboard and I put my arm around her as we read the letters. It took us a few short minutes to get through it. She looked at me and said "At first I thought you might have done this to justify what you saw last night." "What I saw?" I asked. "Don't play dumb, I know you saw me fingering myself to an orgasm and very likely heard what I muttered during it." "About me eating your pussy?" I asked sheepishly. She started to turn red, but nodded. "I don't know why I left my door even partially open." she said. "Probably for the same reason I did. You unconsciously forgot to close it because we both wanted each other to see it and guage the other's reaction. Am I right." I asked. She nodded. "I almost would have thought you could have pulled this letter off as well for the same reason. It would have been less likely for you though. You are smart enough to, but the timing of the call and the resources you would have needed would have made it too unlikely." She looked up at me again. "What does she mean by 'creampie her every chance you get'?" she asked. I chuckled. "I'm surprised you didn't come across it last night while you were watching porn. The term creampie refers to a man ejaculating his semen directly into a woman's vagina. It is the most natural way to get someone pregnant. They call it a creampie because in porn, the camera sometimes focuses on the semen trickling out of the woman's vagina. It is kind of an erotic sight." "So, last night you fantasized about me giving you a blowjob?" she asked. "Yes, I know that's wrong and I shouldn't even be thinking it but after watching you, even accidentally, it popped into my mind. It is kind of why I think masturbation is so important. It keeps those thoughts in our head and allows us to act them out without actually doing it." "True, Dad, but is it any less wrong for me to fantasize about you eating my pussy?" she asked. "No, I guess not. So where does that leave us? Too pervy for our own good." I said. "Perhaps. I know one option it does leave us." She said as she crossed her arms over her chest while leaning on my chest. "The option that Mom wanted for both of us. We both have fantasized about it, like she said, you don't have to worry about getting me pregnant. Let's not have this hanging between us, Daddy." she said and then gave me a quick peck on the lips. I reached in and took a hold of her head and pulled her in closer and kissed her back with tongue. "Hmm, that felt very nice. Let me try it." she said and kissed me back with tongue. We both started letting our hands roam over each other's bodies. I pushed my tongue into her mouth farther and started licking around inside her mouth as she did the same with her tongue. Her hands grabbed the bottom of my tee and pulled it up by body and over my head. I was about to grab her shirt but she beat me to it and crossed her arms over her front, grabbed the bottom of the cut-off tee and then uncrossed her arms as she pulled it off over her head. It was done in such a way that made her look like an experienced lover and made her all the hotter as I felt up her chest and began licking the buds of her developing tits. "Oh Daddy, I've never felt anything like that before. Keep doing it!" she said as she pushed herself down my body a bit, reached down and pulled my boxer briefs down my legs to my ankles. I kicked them off onto the floor. I was now completely naked. She grabbed a hold of my cock and started pumping it like I had seen in many pornos. She looked so small but was working my cock like she had done this many times before. I reached towards her and grabbed her hips and pulled her panties down her legs to her ankles where she kicked them off to the floor. I gazed at her naked body and took in as much as I could of it. I then pulled her back up to eye level and began French kissing her again. She also went back to pumping my cock a bit. After a while, I took a hold of her wrist and pulled her hand away from my cock and then placed my hand over her smooth pussy. My middle finger found her slit and and traced the crevasse until I reached the little bud that was her clit and started massaging it. She moaned as my finger moved back and forth across her clit and flicked it periodically. When I did that she would suck in air through her gritted teeth and moan some more. My finger dipped into her pussy around her clit and I did the forward come hither motion with my hand on her clit like the WebMD article said. She let out a yelp as I felt something warm on my body and realized that she had a squirting orgasm like she had the night before. "Did you like that, baby girl?" I asked her. "Oh yes, Daddy, that felt so goooood. I can't wait to feel what comes next." With that I grabbed her hips again and pulled her further up my body again. "Come put your pussy lips on my face, Brit. Daddy wants to eat your pussy just like you fantasized about." I told her. "Ohhh yesss. Please Daddy, I would love for you to eat my pussy!" she said in a breathless voice. She lowered herself onto my mouth and once my lips made contact with her pussy lips, there was no going back. I used my lips to suck on her clit like I was drinking through a straw. She started squealing in pleasure. I was quite enjoying the taste of her juices. There was a tanginess that made me want more and more of it. I started pummeling her clit with my tongue repeatedly while alternating with sucking on it with my lips. Finally, she couldn't take any more of it and let out a high pitched moan and squirted even more juice directly into my mouth. Even more than she had when I was using my finger. I lowered her back down my body and kissed her deeply again so she could taste her own juices on my lips and tongue. I know some people find it gross but I wanted to see if there were any lesbian tendancies in her because that would be too hot. Sure enough, she kissed me back even harder, sucking my tongue into her mouth. Her lips released my tongue and she settled back down a bit before looking me directly in the eyes. "Daddy, I want you to fuck me now. I want you to take my cherry." said in a pleading tone. "Are you sure, this is likely going to hurt a bit." I told her. "I don't care! I need your cock inside me after that." she almost snarled at me. I pushed her back down my body and had her position herself so her pussy lips were just touching my cock head. She worked the head in a bit and a satisfied look came to her face. "Ok, on three, lower yourself all the way to the base of my cock." I told her as she nodded at me. "One, two, three..." She dropped herself quickly down on my cock as it tore through her hymen. She yelped and winced a bit. I saw a couple tears running down her cheeks. I held her hips there to allow her to get used to the feeling. After about five minutes she slowly started moving her pussy up off it and back down on it. And again more quickly. "Does that feel better baby girl?" "Yes, it does Daddy. Now fuck my brains out!" she yelled at me. I grabbed her hips again and pulled her back down on me repeatedly she did that and it felt really good on my cock. I decided to have her do something that might make her feel really good. "Instead of up and down, work your pussy back and forth on it." She started doing that and I saw the look of pleasure on her face deepen. "Ohhh, that feels so good Daddy. Fuck me hard!" I pushed and pulled her back and forth some more going faster and faster with her. Once again, I felt a warm feeling on my cock telling me that she had squirted on my cock again. That was too much for me. I pushed my cock into her and held it there as it spasmed, sending countless ropes of cum into her wet hole. She collapsed forward onto me and kissed me hard and then looked at me before saying "What was that last thing I felt. It was almost a warm feeling pushing up into my pussy. Was that the creampie Mom was talking about?" "It definitely was. You are such a great lover." "Thanks Daddy, you are too." "We should probably get to the shower so you can get cleaned up. There might be some blood from me tearing your hymen." I told her. "OK, that sounds like fun." she said. I grabbed several tissues from the box on my nightstand and had her hold them to her pussy while we went to the bathroom. I could see the wad start to turn red a bit, so yeah, there was bleeding. I turned the shower to warm and had her get in and pull the tissues away. As she did, a mix of blood and semen started to trickle out from her pussy lips and run down her leg. "Daddy, am I all right?" she said with a worried look on her face. "Yes, that is apparently normal from what I read. For some the bleeding is even heavier." I said as I grabbed a washcloth and soaped it up and rubbed it over her pussy. She then took the washcloth from me and rubbed it over the length of cock and over my ball sac, cleaning the blood and cum off. "Oh Brit, that feels so nice. You're going to make Daddy hard again doing that." "You say that like it's a bad thing Daddy! I want to do that again!" she told me. "Yeah, I know and I want to also. I'm hesitant because this can be a risky situation. We cannot talk about this to anyone without discussing it with each other first. If the wrong person finds out you can get taken away from me and I could go to jail for a long time." I told her. "But you still think we should do it again?" "I was having these feelings more and more as we have been wearing just our underwear around the house. Although your mother did tell me directly to try and be supportive of you sexually and be open to talking to you about it, I had not envisioned she would have approved of this until I read that letter today. However, not only does it appear we have her blessings but more so her encouragement." "Good, because I have been struggling with these thoughts as well and each new time they came up, I found myself caring less about what society feels about it and more about how much I wanted it. Like you, Mom's letter yesterday sealed it for me. This is what she wanted for us." "Here let's get out and get dryed off." I said as I turned off the water and grabbed us each a towel. "After we get dryed off can we cuddle naked in bed together some more?" she pleaded with me. "And anything else you want to do." I added. She jumped into my arms and we French-kissed just as we had done before we fucked. I then set her down and we made our way back into the bedroom where we slipped into bed together with her laying on top of me with her head on my chest. She moved up a little bit so we could make out some more. That is probably what I found to be the most pleasing part of this. After several minutes of kissing she laid her head back on my chest and wrapped her small arms around my body while I stroked my hand down her spine. She shivered a little and hugged me tighter. Her head raised a bit and she looked at me saying, "You know you fulfilled my fantasy of eating my pussy, but I never fulfilled your fantasy of giving you a blow job. Let me fix that." She then started kissing my chest and working her way down my front. As she did, she wrapped her hands around my cock and started pumping it with her hand. She continued moving down until her face was right above my cock and then she started licking the shaft of my cock like a Tootsie Pop. Her little mouth bobbed up and down on it serveral times. She would also kiss the soft underside with her lips several times before clenching those very lips over the soft spot just below the cock head. I was now hard as a rock and loving every minute of her sucking on that sweet spot. She was bringing me very close to the point I couldn't hold on much longer. She then went back to bobbing her head up and down on my shaft. I couldn't take anymore and told her I was about to cum. She brought her mouth up to the head and let my warm cream fill her mouth. She swallowed the first mouthful but apparently I wasn't done as I let more flow into her mouth. When I was done, she opened her mouth to show me the puddle of cum that she had let pool on her tongue. I pulled her up to me again and we kissed, making sure our tongues found each other so I could taste my own cum in her mouth. After we broke off the kiss, we both swallowed what we had taken and she collapsed on my chest again. "Daddy, how did you know I wanted to kiss you?" she asked. "I didn't know, but I wanted to kiss you so you could give me some of my cum just like I let you taste your own juice after I ate your pussy and you squirted in my mouth." "It was very sexy! I enjoyed that kiss a lot!" she said. "I'm glad. Let's cuddle a little more." I told her. We hugged and cuddled for about a half hour more before we both kind of drifted off to sleep. I woke up a couple hours later to Brittany rubbing her pussy against my thigh. My God, my daughter was becoming a nymphomaniac and she was dragging me along for the ride. Not like I was complaining. I put my arms around her and pushed her on her side and kissed her deeply again. "Would you like to fuck again?" I asked her. "I think that was the message I was trying to get across, Daddy." she said as she stretch out a little bit for me. I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her into me and found her soaking wet pussy lips with no problem at all. My cock slid right into her as I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her forward into my cock with a a lot of energy. "Oh yes, Daddy. Fuck my pussy hard Daddy! I want to feel another creampie like you did before." Hearing her talk dirty to me like that as if she was some whore to be used made me harder than ever. I kept up my pace and tried to go even faster. Before I knew it, I heard Brittany scream out and coat my cock with her pussy juices in another torrential orgasm which caused me to empty my balls into her pussy. "Daddy, that was so much fun! I want to keep doing this all weekend." "We should probably take some breaks here and there. Also if we're going to do this we should try and set some limits for ourselves. We can sleep together and fuck every night unless one of us is sick. Beyond that, any extra fucking shouldn't be done until all homework is done and any work tasks (for me) are completed. On weekends, after we have finished any chores around the house. It kind of makes it a reward for being disciplined." I told her. "I can live with that. I have one thing I would like to do. I would like to be naked in the house as often as possible." she told me. "What if someone comes to the door though?" We can however set up naked zones in the house where we are free to not wear clothes. Also if there is a certain chance that we might be getting a visit, we shouldn't have it be earlier than say 7PM." "How about if that time limit refers to the clothes zones only. An exception is if we know company is coming over. Plus I would like for us to sometimes, by agreement, make a clothes zone into a naked zone." she said. "We would have to make sure no one can see into the house during the period of the change to a naked zone." I told her. "Understood. This is good because with your permission, I want to turn the kitchen into a naked zone this evening so I can make dinner for you completely naked. Oh, and dessert too." "That will be fun to watch. Ok." I said as I started to lift her tiny body off of me to an upright position. As she sat up and moved her legs off of the bed, the most recent creampie I gave her had started to dribble out of her pussy lips. "Hmm Daddy, seeing this is never going to get old for me." she said with a satisfied smile on her face. "In that case, let me grab this." I said as I reached for my cell phone and snapped a picture of her smooth pussy oozing my cum from within. I pulled the focus back and took another one of all of her so I could see her face too. She had the most seductive smile on her face when I snapped the picture. After we got up she wiped the cum off of her pussy, she went to room and grabbed a robe to put on and then went out to the living room and closed all of the curtains and then to the kitchen to close all of the blinds so no one could see anything of us except for face level and up. She then went back to her room to take her robe off and walked back to the kitchen naked. She started getting stuff out to make dinner and cooked up some ground beef for tacos. For dinner she had dished us some ice cream with whipped cream and a cherry. We finished dessert and we put the dishes in the dishwasher. Brittany grabbed the whipped cream and headed towards the fridge to put it away. She opened the door and then turned towards me, smiled and said "Oh Daddy?" I turned around to look as she took the nozzle of the whipped cream and sprayed some on her budding puffy nipples and then moved the nozzle down to her crotch and sprayed some directly into her pussy and all over her pubic mound. I lost it right there. I went over to her and picked her up while she was still holding the can of whipped cream and carried her into my room. I laid her down on the bed and proceeded to lick up all of the whipped cream from her nipples and sucked her pussy until I got every last bit out of her in which she squirted at least a couple of times. "Now that you have finished your dessert, it is time for mine." and she climbed on top of me and sprayed the whipped cream all over the top and underside of my cock and all around my balls. She set the can down and proceeded to lick up and down my cock until all of the whipped cream was gone in which during that time my cock spewed some of my cream into her waiting mouth. After catching our breath, I took the whipped cream can and put it back in the fridge and carried my hot little slut daughter to the bathroom for another shower. After cleaning up, we went back to bed and fucked a couple more times before we finally fell asleep for the night in each others arms. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning: I woke up to my hot little daughter sucking my cock again. She was quickly becoming a very talented cocksucker. She pulled her mouth off of my cock when I announced I was going to cum and let me blast my cum all over her face. She then grabbed her camera that she kept on my nightstand last night and snapped a selfie of herself with my jizz all over her face. I licked her face and gave her kiss before we jumped in the shower and got cleaned up for the day. I was about to ask her what we should do for that day when we heard the sounds of a large truck applying its brakes. We looked out the window to see a large moving truck pulling in front of the house next door. We quickly got dressed and went outside to observe what was going on. Apparently the house next door to us had recently sold and new people were moving in today. Not long after a car pulled into the driveway and a woman about my age with red hair got out of the drivers seat and a younger girl who appeared to be in her early teens, also with red hair got out of the passenger seat. The older woman went to the driver's door of the moving truck and spoke to the driver and then went to open up the house so they could start bringing stuff in. "There you go, Brit, the girl appears to be about your age. Perhaps she will be in the same classes as you and you will have a new friend." I told her. "There you go Dad, the woman appears to be about your age, maybe you can make a new friend." she retorted with a sly grin on her face. "Touche" I said with a chuckle. "Actually she is in some of my classes, but she is new this year. I guess she was able to arrange to start even though they didn't live in the area yet. I haven't gotten much of a chance to talk to her yet at school, though." The movers eventually finished and drove away. The red-haired woman was about to head back into her house when I nudged Brittany and we approached her. "I just saw you moving in and thought we would introduce ourselves as your neighbors." I said to her. "My name is Glenn Reynolds and this is my daughter Brittany." "Nice to meet you. I'm glad to have someone introduce themselves so quickly." She said with a smile. "My name is Crystal Lewis and my daughter is Ashley. She will be out in a second." ...To be continued