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                             A Father-Daughter Thing   
                                   A story by   
                                    ACHILLES   
      
   Tony wasn't looking forward to the weekend, or the week that followed   
   come   
   to that. His wife Jo had gone to visit her mother and she would be away   
   that long, leaving him with all the housework, cooking and running his   
   daughter to school and all the activities that she busied herself with.   
      
   Oh well, it could be worse he supposed. His daughter Jill was fun to be   
   with, full of the enthusiasms of the average fifteen year old. She and   
   he   
   had always been close ever since she was born. He remembered wistfully   
   the   
   hours he used to pace up and down in the middle of the night when she   
   was a   
   baby, patting her back to get up the wind that had woken her and   
   started   
   her screaming, changing her nappies and bathing her. All the messy jobs   
   that Jo reckoned were his contribution to the upbringing of their only   
   child. But it hadn't always been as tiresome as that. He smiled gently   
   as   
   he recalled the wonderful sunny days when they went to play in the park   
   or   
   the woods, playing Little Red Riding Hood with him as the Big Bad Wolf   
   out   
   to catch her, growling fiercely as she ran shrieking with delight away   
   from   
   him to hide behind the nearest tree.   
      
   No, it hadn't been bad at all. In fact, he couldn't imagine life   
   without   
   his little Jilly, her smiles and her tears. They were as close as   
   father   
   and daughter could be. Yes, perhaps this next week wouldn't be too bad   
   after all.   
      
   Satisfied with this little bit of rationalisation, Tony sat back in the   
   car   
   with the engine running and waited for his daughter to come out of the   
   house and join him. He was used to waiting for Jill now. Young girls   
   always   
   seemed to require four times as much time as anyone else to get ready   
   for   
   anything, checking that their clothes were just right for the occasion,   
   that the newly permitted blusher was just so - not too much, but not so   
   little that people wouldn't notice that she was a big girl now and   
   using   
   it. Shame about the bloody braces on her teeth though. Still, she   
   needed   
   them if she was to straighten out those front teeth of hers, and they   
   gave   
   her a certain appeal once you grew used to them.   
      
   Finally a whirlwind erupted out of the house, slamming the door behind   
   her   
   as she ran down the drive. Tony felt a glow of pride as he watched his   
   daughter run towards him. There was no doubt about it but she was   
   blossoming into a beautiful young woman. Her ballet tights set off her   
   slim   
   legs which merged gently into her developing hips. The firm outline of   
   her   
   young breasts just starting to swell under the tight vest drew the eye   
   up   
   to her swan neck, accentuated by the severely pulled back dark brown   
   hair   
   drawn up into a small bun perched on the top of her head in typical   
   ballet   
   fashion.   
      
   "Come on then Daddy, we'll be late!" she said with all the studied   
   logic of   
   women who had kept men waiting since the beginning of time, and grinned   
   impishly up at him as she flung her bag into the back seat and fussed   
   around with the seat belt.   
      
   "Miss Jones will kill me if I'm late again."   
      
   Tony smiled to himself as he let the gear in and started to drive off.   
   Yes,   
   she was certainly growing up!   
      
   Ballet class was one of Jo's passions and she normally took Jill to it   
   every week. However, Tony thought to himself as he watched the class   
   warming up, it didn't seem too much of a chore. In fact, he found that   
   he   
   quite enjoyed looking at all the young girls stretching and pirouetting   
   in   
   front of him as he sat with all the mums along the side of the hall.   
   Where   
   else could a man go and legitimately gaze at plump little girls   
   parading up   
   and down in next to nothing? Even at the swimming pool it was   
   considered   
   impolite to stare at little girls, but here it was expected and,   
   indeed,   
   encouraged. Yes, he could quite get to like this job. Perhaps he would   
   suggest to Jo that he relieve her from time to time. Certainly he would   
   need some Сrelief' after this morning. That girl over there, for   
   example,   
   didn't she have the most deliciously pointed little tits?   
      
   But there was no doubt about it, his Jilly had the finest figure of   
   all. In   
   his eyes she stood out from the crowd like a rose in a bed of daisies.   
   As   
   he watched her move gracefully among the other rather ungainly girls he   
   guiltily realised that he was beginning to get a hard on. Crossing his   
   legs, he surreptitiously looked around to see if anyone had noticed the   
   growing bulge in his trousers. Then, satisfied that no-one had, he   
   returned   
   his concentration to the front in time to see Jilly slowly turning in   
   front   
   of him, her arms gracefully held high over her head. She was up on her   
   points and her toes made rapid little movements as she maintained her   
   balance during the turn. These staccato little steps vibrated up her   
   legs   
   and caused her glowing young flesh to quiver, ever so slightly, but   
   deliciously. The urge to take his now rock hard cock out and masturbate   
   was   
   overpowering, but Tony maintained an impassive pose of half bored   
   nonchalance. СMy god! he thought to himself, What am I thinking of?   
   That's   
   my daughter out there, not just any girl.'   
      
   He'd never looked at his daughter in this way before, and he felt a   
   wash of   
   furtive guiltiness rush through him. He felt as if every eye in the   
   room   
   was on him as he sat there looking at her, desiring her. He mentally   
   shook   
   himself and forced his eyes away, concentrating instead on a   
   particularly   
   sallow young man practicing ballet positions at the back of the hall.   
   That   
   did it. Tony felt his cock subsiding and he gradually felt back in   
   command   
   of himself. He managed to stay that way for the rest of the hour until   
   Jill   
   rushed up to him, glowing from her exertion, and told him that class   
   was   
   over and it was time to get home.   
      
   That afternoon they both went out to do the shopping in the nearby   
   town.   
   Jill chattered incessantly, hanging onto his arm and pulling him from   
   one   
   clothes shop to another. "Can I get some makeup please Daddy?" she   
   pleaded.   
   "Mummy wouldn't mind, I know she wouldn't" Tony knew that Jo had   
   definite   
   ideas about her daughter and makeup and permitted only the minimum   
   basics.   
   "There'll be time enough for all that later when she's older," she   
   would   
   say. But Jo was away at her Mother's now and Tony thought to himself,   
   СWhy   
   not, this will be a special Father-Daughter thing that we can do   
   together -   
   our little secret.'   
      
   "OK then," he smiled, "But I don't share your confidence about your   
   mother's agreement. If I buy you some makeup it will be our little   
   secret,   
   and you must never use it when she's around."   
      
   "Oh Daddy!" Jill squealed in delight and squeezed his arm. "I like that   
   even better. It'll feel so deliciously naughty. I'll wear it only for   
   you   
   then. Oh I love you Daddy!" With that she dragged him into the store   
   and   
      
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