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|    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              [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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