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   Story: =?windows-1252?Q?Becky=92s_Reward   
   19 May 06 11:59:19   
   
   From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Becky’s Reward 1 of 3   
      
   Mg, incest   
      
   By bobandcarole   
      
      
   “Daddy, Daddy, Dad where are you” Becky shouted as she ran into   
   the house.   
      
   “Whoa, where’s the fire” I laughed as she ran into the kitchen.   
      
   “There’s no fire silly, I want to show you my test paper” she   
   giggled out to me.   
      
   She handed me her paper and I looked at the big red “A” on top of   
   the page.  “Oh Becky, I’m so proud of you, knew you could do it”   
   I praised her as I scooped her up in my arms.   
   Becky was 10 years old and in the 5th grade.  I has been a rough   
   two years for her and for me.  Maria, Becky’s mom and my wife   
   died 15 months ago from a rapid spreading cancer.  Becky   
   struggled in school last year because of Maria’s death.  I kept   
   telling her that she could do the work and get better grades but   
   she was always so down in the dumps.  She finally came out of it   
   this summer when we took a vacation to the Bahamas.  She told me   
   on the trip back that she had felt guilty for not praying hard   
   enough for her mom to survive.  I told her that no matter what   
   she did, Maria would have died anyway because of the cancer.   
      
   “Dad, Dad, are you listening to me” she asked as I snapped back   
   from my memories.  “Can we go out for some ice cream to   
   celebrate” she asked me.  I told her that after supper we would   
   go and get the biggest banana split we could find.  I   
   congratulated my daughter again for doing so well on the test and   
   then sent her out to play while I finished fixing supper.  I   
   called her in when the meal was ready.  She bounded up the back   
   porch and into the kitchen.  We sat at the table and chatted   
   about school and her friends.  I looked at my daughter as she   
   spoke.   She was a pretty girl with long dark hair.  She had no   
   sign of breasts yet and not an ounce of fat on her body.  She   
   will turn a lot of heads when she gets older.   
      
   After the dishes were done we headed for the ice cream parlor.   
   Over our huge banana splits I gave her a challenge.  “Becky, I’ll   
   make you a deal.  If you make the honor roll this semester I will   
   get you anything you want, within reason” I told her.  She looked   
   at me with wonder in her eyes.  “Anything Daddy, Anything at all”   
   she asked.  I told her as long as it wasn’t too expensive.  She   
   reached across the table and pulled my hand to her lips giving my   
   hand a kiss.  ”Thank you daddy, I will try real hard” she said to   
   me.   
      
   The weeks turned into months as she continued to bring home all   
   “A’s” on her test papers.  I knew that she would make the honor   
   roll at this pace so I had already started to put money aside for   
   her reward.  She kept teasing me about what she wanted.  Almost   
   everyday she would say “I know what I want you to give me.”  I   
   kept asking her what it was but she just giggled and told me to   
   wait until it was official.   
      
   The day came on a Friday.  Becky burst into the house full of   
   excitement.  “Daddy, hey daddy, I did it, I’m on the honor roll”   
   Becky screamed as she ran from room to room trying to find me.  I   
   was just coming out of the bathroom when Becky ran into me.  She   
   jumped up hugging me around my neck and yelling that she made it.   
     I kissed her softly on the cheek and told her how proud I was of   
   her.  I said that she should get dressed up and we would go some   
   place fancy for dinner to celebrate.  She gave my lips a quick   
   peck with hers and then ran off to get ready to go out to eat.  I   
   went into my bedroom and put on a pair of khaki’s and a sport   
   shirt.  I went down to wait for her in the kitchen.  I sat at the   
   table sipping a beer when Becky walked in the room.  She took my   
   breath away.  She had done her hair in a fancy style and applied   
   just a hint of make-up to her face.  I don’t allow her to wear it   
   to school but for special occasions she can do it.  She had a   
   short dress on that showed her shapely legs and bubble butt.   
   She had no breasts yet so she didn’t need a bra but I could make   
   out the small nipples poking at the front of her dress.  I gave a   
   long wolf whistle as she walked into the room.  “Oh daddy, I   
   don’t look that good, I don’t even have boobs yet” she giggled as   
   she blushed.   
      
   We went to our favorite Italian restaurant for ravioli’s.  I had   
   a small bottle of wine while Becky had a soda.  We talked about   
   how well she did this semester in school and I asked her what she   
   wanted.  She told me that when we get back home she would let me   
   know.   
   We had some good Italian pastry for desert and headed for home.   
   Becky got out of the car as I pulled in the garage.  She said she   
   was going to take a shower and get comfortable before telling me   
   what she wanted.  I told her that sounded like a good idea and I   
   headed for my bathroom.  When I finished my shower I through on a   
   pair of old sweat pants and a t-shirt.  I headed down to the   
   family room to watch some TV.  When I walked into the room I saw   
   Becky sitting on the couch with her hair hanging down and an   
   oversized t-shirt on for a nightgown.  I sat on the couch with   
   her and asked her if she was going to tell me what she wanted for   
   a reward.   
      
   She turned toward me and held my hand.  “Daddy, what I want won’t   
   cost anything but some time” she said.  I told her that I liked   
   the sound of it already.  She looked at me as she told me what   
   she wanted.  “I want you to teach me all about sex this week-end”   
   she said quickly.  “You want what” I asked to make sure I heard   
   it right the first time.  She repeated herself that she wanted me   
   to teach her all about sex this week-end.  I told her that it was   
   impossible.  I told her that for one it was illegal, two she was   
   to young and three I was her father.  She told me that nobody   
   would ever know so that takes care of number one.  Her best   
   friend Jody has already had sex so that takes care of number two.   
      
   She said that she wanted me to teach her because she trusted me   
   and knew that I wouldn’t hurt her so that takes care of number   
   three.  I looked at her in disbelief.  “Do you really know what   
   you are asking Rebecca” I asked her.  “Oh daddy, I want you to be   
   the one to teach me not some kid from school” she said to me.   
      
   “Honey I don’t know about this” I said to my daughter.  “Please   
   daddy, please, I made the honor roll and you said I could have   
   anything” she reasoned with me.  I looked at her smiling face and   
   knew that I had lost the argument.  I asked her when she wanted   
   to start her lessons and she answered right now.  “First there   
   are some things we need to get straight first.” I told her.  I   
   explained that we can never let anyone else know what we do or I   
   could go to jail for a long time.  I told her that if she ever   
   wanted to stop just to tell me and I would stop what I was doing.   
     I also told her that if she didn’t want to try something to just   
   say so and we would drop it.  She agreed to all that as she took   
      
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