Story: At the Lake  g11   
      
   By Sigerson H.   
      
   Sometimes it seems as if everybody in Minnesota   
   heads up North to 'the lake' every weekend between   
   Memorial Day and Labor Day. I'm sure that not all   
   of them do but there are enough people headed   
   North on Thursday and Friday nights that the   
   traffic can be bumper to bumper from the Twin   
   Cities to Brainerd.   
      
   My family owned an old tree farm and we were lucky   
   enough to have a lake completely surrounded by our   
   land. I had built a four-room cabin on the shore   
   of the lake for family use only to have all of my   
   brothers and sisters move away.   
      
   It was a great spot to get away for weekends but   
   this year I decided that I didn't want to put up   
   with the weekend commute any longer.  I moved my   
   wife and our children into our cabin for June,   
   July, and August. I was able to continue working   
   by modem four days a week so I was able to get   
   paid to sit on the shore of the lake and fish   
   while I did some contract programming for an   
   insurance company.   
      
   My family includes my Wife Ellen and our three   
   daughters, Julie, Mary, and Jenny. Julie is the   
   oldest at eighteen. She was going to start college   
   in the fall and wanted to have one last summer of   
   fun. Mary is the middle girl at sixteen. She was   
   just getting over being dumped by her boyfriend   
   and wanted to sulk on the beach for most of the   
   summer. Jenny is an eleven-year-old tomboy. All of   
   the girls have their mothers light blonde hair and   
   trim figures.   
      
   It was a Wednesday in mid-July when my wife Ellen   
   took our two oldest daughters, Julie and Mary into   
   Detroit Lakes to see a doctor. The girls had not   
   been feeling well for a couple days and Ellen   
   wanted to make sure that weren't coming down   
   something. I stayed home with our youngest   
   daughter Jenny.   
      
   Jenny is my favorite daughter. We have a special   
   connection and had a lot of fun swimming and   
   fishing that morning. We headed for the cabin when   
   the cloudless day turned into a real scorcher.   
      
   We were sitting on our rocking chairs on the front   
   porch in our swimsuits trying to get through the   
   hottest part of the afternoon when the telephone   
   rang. I picked it up from the table beside my   
   rocker.   
      
   "Hi dear, this is Ellen. The doctor said he would   
   have the results this afternoon. The girls and I   
   are going to stay in town and do some shopping   
   while we wait."   
      
   "That's fine, dear," I said. "Jenny and I are   
   having a nice time on our own. We'll see you when   
   you get back. Bye-bye."   
      
   "Goodbye, honey. See you later."   
      
   Jenny came out of the house with her current   
   favorite book 'Harriet Porter and the Witches of   
   Brunswick.' Her old swimsuit was getting awfully   
   small for her. It was tight everywhere. The little   
   buds of her nipples stood out against the tight   
   wet fabric. The aureoles showed as dark circles   
   under the thin material. A little of the crotch   
   material was pulled into the crease between her   
   puffy little pussy lips. I imagined what it would   
   feel like to have my cock slip between those tight   
   folds of flesh.   
      
   "Read this to me, Daddy," she said in her most   
   pleading tone.   
      
   "You've read it yourself twice and I've read it to   
   you once. Isn't that enough?"   
      
   "It's more fun when you do it. I like it when you   
   do all the voices."   
      
   I sighed as I gave up. I didn't really want to win   
   the argument. I enjoyed doing the voices as I read   
   books to Jenny.   
      
   Jenny climbed onto my lap despite the heat. I   
   started rocking as I read the book. Jenny supplied   
   the voice for Harriet Porter and I did all the   
   rest of the characters and the rest of the text.   
      
   Six chapters into the book, it became clear why   
   having Jenny on my lap on a sticky summer day was   
   not such a good idea. The friction of her butt   
   against my sweaty crotch was creating some   
   distinct reactions in my body. Well, part of my   
   body.   
      
   The swelling of my cock soon became evident to   
   Jenny.   
      
   She reached under her ass to adjust the lump that   
   was pressing into her butt crack. My cock tingled   
   as she wrapped her hand around it through my   
   swimming trunks.   
      
   "What do you have in your shorts, Daddy?" she   
   asked innocently. "This wasn't here when I sat   
   down on your lap."   
      
   "Well, honey our rocking caused some friction   
   between your butt and my penis. That friction   
   caused my penis get hard, honey," I answered   
   calmly. Ellen and I always tried to use the   
   correct terms when we talked to the girls about   
   sex. I had hoped to put off our talk with Jenny   
   for a while.   
      
   "Can I see it?" asked Jenny eagerly.   
      
   "That isn't appropriate," I answered her a little   
   less calmly.   
      
   "Why not?" asked Jenny curiously. "Jimmy showed me   
   his penis last year. He didn't call it that   
   though. He called it his cock."   
      
   "A lot of people use that term," I said. "The   
   correct term is penis. And just how did it happen   
   that Jimmy showed you his penis?"   
      
   "Nancy and me were playing at Megan's house and   
   Jimmy came over to return a book to Megan. He   
   stayed to talk to us and Megan dared him to do it.   
   It was really kind of tiny and pink and stiff. We   
   giggled and he pulled up his pants and left."   
      
   Jenny got off of my lap. She looked at the bulge   
   in my swim trunks. "Wow," she said softly. "That   
   looks a lot bigger than Jimmy's."   
      
   Jenny slipped out of her swimsuit before I could   
   stop her. "I showed you my privates," said Jenny.   
   "Fair's fair. You have to show me yours." She   
   stuck out her lip and looked at me defiantly. My   
   eyes went to her flat little girl's breasts and   
   trailed down her belly to her still hairless pussy   
   lips. Once again I let my imagination go and felt   
   her tight virginal hole slip onto my cock. I   
   closed my eyes and shook my head to clear away   
   those thoughts.   
      
   When I opened my eyes, the sight of her cute   
   hairless pussy overcame my good judgment. I   
   quickly stood up and pulled down my trunks. My   
   stiff cock bobbed in front of me pointed straight   
   at Jenny's smiling face.   
      
   "Oohh, that is bigger than Jimmy's!" cooed Jenny.   
      
   Jenny reached for my cock. I moved my hand to stop   
   her but swiftly changed my mind as she placed her   
   hand on my erection. It just felt too good to have   
   those tiny little girl fingers wrapped around my   
   hard-on.   
      
   I opened my eyes to look out across our lake.   
   Thank god we didn't have a neighbor within six   
   miles. I still felt uneasy outside, though.   
      
   "Let's go inside, Jenny," I said huskily. "I think   
   we'll be a lot more comfortable on the bed."   
      
   "O.K. Daddy," she trilled. She kept her hand on my   
   cock as she led me to her bedroom.   
      
   I lay down on her bed and covered her hand with   
   mine. "Move your hand up and down like this,   
   honey." I helped her move her hand in the correct   
   rhythm. "Grip a little tighter. Ohh, that's   
   perfect, darling. Keep doing it."   
      
   I was in ecstasy as she jacked me off. I was   
   getting close to cumming. "Some white stuff is   
   going to come out of Daddy's penis, Jenny," I said   
   to warn her. "You just keep rubbing my penis like   
      
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