From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Movietime   
      
   By bobandcarole   
      
   She stood in the doorway of the bathroom, watching Daddy take a shower.   
   She made sure that she stood far enough back so if he looked out he   
   couldn't see her. He promised to watch a movie with her when he was   
   done. She shifted from foot to foot, her eyes never leaving his nude,   
   glistening, soapy body. When he reached down to wash his cock and balls   
   her eyes widened, watching him intently. Instead of just washing them   
   off and then rinsing he stroked up and down on it until it got rock   
   hard. She wetted her lips watching him, having never seen that before in   
   her life. Albeit she couldn't see too well through the smoky glass of   
   the shower door it was well enough for her to get an idea what he was   
   doing.   
      
   She could feel that strange itch starting deep in her crotch as she   
   watched what he was doing. It wasn't unfamiliar but didn't happen much.   
   She knew if she rubbed in the right spot long enough she would get a   
   wonderful feeling and the itch would go away. She still didn't associate   
   that feeling or the itch with sex. At 13 she wasn't as advanced when it   
   came to sex as most of her friends, most of them had had sex already.   
   But like most 13 year olds she was getting increasingly curious about   
   the opposite sex like any young girl starting to go into adolescence.   
      
   She was a Daddys' girl there was no doubt about it. She loved him with   
   all her heart unlike Mommy whom most of the time she couldn't stand the   
   sight of let alone be in the same room with. Mommy was a BITCH in the   
   first class. All she seemed to do was scream and yell at Daddy and her.   
   She yelled when Daddy had to go away to work but wouldn't go with him,   
   even though he wanted her to. Yet when he was home she never stayed in,   
   always out running around with her friends. Daddy said with a rueful   
   smile most of the time that all he seemed to be was a babysitter when he   
   was home. Mommy wouldn't even sleep in bed with him anymore. She had her   
   own room. She said Daddy snored too loud but even SHE knew, as na•ve as   
   she was that wasn't normal. Yes they had sex, she knew that, she could   
   hear them when they did but it didn't seem to do it that often. Mommy   
   would seethe with anger whenever Daddy would have to shoot some good   
   looking, younger girl. Sometimes she would go so far as to show up at   
   his studio and watch the shoot, glaring at the young model throughout   
   the whole session, making them nervous. She was jealous but she didn't   
   seem to want anything to do with Daddy but didn't want him to even LOOK   
   at anyone else. Tonight Mommy was out with her "friends." She heard   
   Daddy telling one of his friends on the phone one night that he thought   
   she had a boyfriend somewhere. That she wouldn't spend this much time   
   out of the house if she didn't. What he didn't know was whenever he was   
   out of town she spent most of the time alone. Mommy spent days out not   
   just late nights. The housekeeper would sometimes stay with her if she   
   could but for the most part she was alone. She was even left alone   
   overnight many, many times. Daddy didn't know that, and if he did he   
   would be furious. She was his pride and joy. He loved her with all his   
   heart and soul. She was so special to him. For some reason Mommy seemed   
   to despise her. She resented that she was around. Hell, she resented   
   that she had even given birth to her. If she had overheard one of   
   Mommys' conversations with one of her girlfriends she would have   
   understood. She reminded her of Daddy and over the years she had grown   
   to despise Daddy. She was indeed her fathers' daughter, just like her   
   Daddy. Daddy didn't know a lot of things that went on when he was gone   
   and Dani was far too frightened of Mommy to tell him. Mommy often hit   
   her for no reason what so ever. She would yell and scream at her,   
   calling her nasty names. Daddy would have NEVER allowed that EVER. No   
   one mistreated his daughter if they knew what was good for them. Even   
   when he was around Mommy would sometimes pinch her hard enough to leave   
   bruises when she was especially mad at her, she would do it when Daddy   
   wasn't around or couldn't see what she was doing. She had threatened   
   Dani that if she ever told Daddy things A LOT worse would happen to her   
   and Dani believed her.   
      
   There were a lot of things she didn't know about Mommy and Daddys'   
   problems, some she wouldn't have understood even if she HAD known. Their   
   marriage started going down hill on the fast track after she found out   
   she was pregnant. She didn't want her, she wanted an abortion. But Daddy   
   wouldn't hear of it. So she had given birth but from day one she didn't   
   want anything to do with her if she could help it. She did what she had   
   to with her but that was it. Daddy knew the whole thing was going bad   
   when, at the hospital, they suggested breast feeding to her and she had   
   hit the roof, ranting and raving. She had as little to do as possible   
   with her where as Daddy loved her, held her and spoiled her enough for   
   the both of them. He adored his daughter; she was the light of his life.   
   As much as she resented having her around she resented even more all the   
   attention that Daddy lavished on her. She felt it was somehow attention   
   she should be getting or the attention Daddy had given her before she   
   was born. Sometimes she out and out hated her daughter with every ounce   
   of her being. As she grew and matured she out and out resented the   
   beauty of her daughter and knew her daughter would become even more of a   
   ravishing beauty as she grew.   
      
   If her mother had focused on things other than her hatred of her   
   daughter and yes that is what it was she would have noticed other things   
   as time went on. First and foremost she would have noticed the looks   
   Daddy was giving her as she started to develop. One of the reasons,   
   other than the ones mentioned earlier, she quit sleeping with Daddy was   
   some of what she called his kinky perversions. Most normal and civilized   
   people in this country don't consider oral or anal sex kinky but she   
   did. Oral was fine if he performed it on HER but the thought of her   
   putting her mouth on his cock made her ill. Anal sex horrified her.   
   There were other things as well. He liked role-playing and she didn't,   
   he liked playing rough and nasty and the only thing she seemed to   
   tolerate was missionary position, her on top, or the occasional bout of   
   mutual masturbation. Anything other than that she considered kinky and   
   wanted nothing else to do with it. She thought by depriving him of sex   
   she would hold him to her but she was wrong, dead wrong. He started   
   looking elsewhere for it and the place he was looking was down the hall   
   from their rooms, at their daughter. Indeed it's normal for fathers,   
   daughters and to a certain extent mothers to have sexual feelings for   
      
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