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   Story: Meg (1/4)   
   18 May 06 13:44:42   
   
   From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Meg   
      
   Mg, incest   
      
   By bobandcarole   
      
      
      
   ”Daddy, Daaaaddddddyyyyy” my daughter cried out as I slowly woke   
   from a restless sleep.   
      
   “What is it sweetheart, another nightmare” I asked her.   
      
   My daughter Meg has been having bad dreams ever since her mother   
   passed away 3 months ago from cancer.  It was a fast spreading   
   disease that took my wife’s life in a matter of months.  Now my   
   lovely 8 year old daughter has trouble getting a good nights   
   sleep.  She has been dreaming of me dying also and leaving her   
   all alone.  I kept reassuring her that I am fine and was not   
   going to go anywhere but the dreams continued.   
      
   “Come on, you can sleep the rest of the night with me, just don’t   
   hog the bed” I laughed as I invited her to my bed.   
      
   I turned on the bedroom light so she could see where she was   
   going.  I watched as my daughter came to the bed.  She had long   
   black hair that hung to the crack of her ass.  Her chest was flat   
   but had no fat on it.  I could see her tiny nipples sticking out   
   through her shirt that just covered her cute little bubble but.   
   Her legs were shapely and muscular.  She was a beauty but then   
   again I could be a little prejudice on the subject.  While I held   
   the covers up she crawled underneath them.  I couldn’t help but   
   notice that her nightshirt rode up to her waist exposing her   
   little white panties to my view.  I could feel my cock begin to   
   stiffen and scolded myself for having such thoughts.   
      
   I haven’t been with anyone since Mary passed away but I have   
   gotten myself off by pounding my meat every few days.  I couldn’t   
   believe that my cock had a mind of its own and was getting stiff   
   looking at my daughter’s body.  I only wore a pair of boxers to   
   bed so I rearranged myself so I wouldn’t poke out of the front of   
   them.  I dropped the covers back down over us and kissed Meg on   
   the cheek.   
      
   ”Goodnight honey, no more bad dreams tonight, I’m here” I said   
   softly as she snuggled against me.   
      
   “’Nite daddy, I love you” she yawned.   
      
   In a matter of minutes she was breathing deeply sound asleep.  I   
   rolled over on my side and dozed back to sleep also.  I woke with   
   the sun shinning in my eyes and the feeling of my daughter’s body   
   pressed tightly against mine.  She had spooned herself against my   
   back and had one arm draped over me.  The problem was that her   
   small hand was resting on my hard cock.  I lay there enjoying the   
   feeling of her tiny hand on my prick when she began to stir.  Her   
   hand gave a squeeze to my dick and then she removed it as she   
   rolled over.  I looked at her and she was still sleeping.  I   
   softly got out of bed and jumped into the shower so I could beat   
   off.  I splattered the walls of the shower with my hot cum as I   
   thought about my daughter in ways no father should think of his   
   daughter.  I figured as long as it was only a fantasy it was okay   
   to dream.   
      
   When I got out of the bathroom, Meg was up and watching   
   television in bed.  I told her to go take a shower and get   
   dressed.  She got up and walked over to me.  She gave me a big   
   hug and thanked me for letting her sleep in my bed.  As she   
   hugged me my dick was getting hard again and it was starting to   
   poke her in the neck area.  She had a strange look on her face   
   when she felt it but didn’t say anything, she turned and walked   
   out the door to her own room.   
      
   Since it was Saturday I decided to take Meg out to the lake for a   
   day of swimming and boating.  I hooked the boat to the Blazer and   
   off we went.  We spent the day playing in the water and riding   
   around the lake.  By the time we were ready to go home Meg was   
   starting to glow red from sunburn.  She complained all the way   
   home about how much it stung.   I told her that when we got home   
   she should take a cool shower and that would help her.  As soon   
   as the car stopped in the driveway Meg ran for the shower.  I put   
   the boat away and unloaded the car.  I heard the shower still   
   running when I went into the house.  I walked up to my bedroom   
   and hopped into my shower.  I had worn an old t-shirt all day so   
   I didn’t get burnt like Meg did.  When I finished I put a pair of   
   shorts on and went to see how Meg was doing.  I found her in her   
   room sitting on the bed in agony.   
      
   “Daddy, it still hurts bad” she cried to me as I walked into her   
   room.   
      
   “I think I have some ointment that will take away the pain” I   
   told her   
      
   I went to the hallway closet and rummaged around looking for the   
   ointment.  I finally found it way in the back.  I went back to   
   Meg’s room and told her to put some on.   
      
   “But daddy, how am I going to reach my back” she asked me.   
      
   I told her to lie on the bed and I would put it on for her.  I   
   told her that she would have to lift her shirt up so I could   
   apply the cream.  She surprised me by taking it off completely   
   and tossing it on the chair.  My beautiful 8 year old daughter   
   was now topless and lying in front of me.  I started on top of   
   her shoulders and gently rubbed the ointment onto her sunburned   
   skin.  I worked it in on her shoulders and then started to rub   
   lower.  I moved my hands in circles on her back.  Every so often   
   I would run my hand down her sides.  She was making soft cooing   
   noises as I rubbed her back.  I would brush my hand along the   
   side of her chest area.  I worked my way down to the top of her   
   white cotton panties.  I gave her rump a playful slap and told   
   her that I was done.   
      
   “Uh Uh, you sill have to do my legs” she told me.   
      
   I squirted some more of the ointment on my hands and massaged it   
   into her red legs.  I started by the ankles and worked up until I   
   was at the legs of her panties.  When I switched over to the   
   other leg I couldn’t help but notice that she had spread her legs   
   a little bit.  I looked and saw her panties stuck to her cunt   
   crack.  I saw a small camel toe in her panties.  My dick was   
   standing hard and erect just by looking at my daughter.  I rubbed   
   her other leg until I reached her panties.  Again I slapped her   
   butt and told her that I was finished.   
      
   “Not yet daddy, you have to do the front to” she said as she   
   rolled over onto her back.   
      
   I couldn’t believe that I was staring at my naked 8 year old   
   daughter.  She had no shame, she got on her back and waited for   
   me to start spreading the ointment.  I told her that she could do   
   the front herself but she said that she would rather have me do   
   it.  I stared at her flat chest and little pink nipples that   
   popped up when the got in the cool air.  I longed to suck on   
   those little button nipples but that was only in my dreams.  I   
   would never do anything to jeopardize our relationship.  So I put   
   the urge aside and squirted a glob of ointment in my hand.  I   
   began rubbing her shoulders again and working my way slowly down   
   to her chest.  I could make out the outline of the swim suit top.   
     I went as far as the tan line and stopped.  I could tell that   
      
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