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[Story Name] Independence day
[Author] Zarathos
[Type] Father/daughter

AUTHOR’S NOTE:  This story is a work of fiction.  Any
resemblance between the characters and any person
living or dead is really not my fault.  I didn’t mean
for it to happen, if it did, and I’m not saying it
did, because if it did I didn’t mean for it to.  Got
it?  Okay.  This story depicts sex between an adult
and a minor.  If you are in America, the greatest
nation to ever exist on the whole fucking Earth, then
you’re fine.  If you live in some other country, you’d
best check your local laws before you read any
further.  You’ve been warned.  And if you’re one of
those ultra-conservative types who might be offended
by graphic sex between a father and his young
daughter, then what the Hell are you doing on the
internet?  Now, if you haven’t been scared off, enjoy
the story.

(M/f, inc, cons)
Independence Day
By Zarathos
We usually go to our place at the lake each July 4th. 
My daughter, Julie, turned 12 last February, and she
for once was reluctant to go with us when the holiday
rolled around again.  She wanted to be with her
friends instead.  I had to admit my little girl was
growing up, but I was reluctant to let her go.  I
pointed out that there would be kids her age at the
lake, like there always was, but she was adamant.
Ironically, it was my wife who came to the rescue. 
Promising Julie a new swimsuit made her change her
mind.  What shocked me was the particular suit she
wanted.  I flimsy, string bikini type that exposed
more of her young body than I’d seen in years.  Terry,
my wife, wasn’t exactly happy with it, but she didn’t
want Julie staying behind either.  She was terrified
that Julie was going to start having sex any day now,
and she didn’t want to be a grandmother.  To that end,
she had started Julie on birth control pills not long
after her first period.
Looking at my daughter in that swimsuit, I could
understand Terry’s caution.  Julie was a dreamboat. 
She was petite, only 4’ tall, with long brown hair
that contrasted against her pale skin.  Her breasts
were large for her age, looking even larger still on
her small frame, yet I was sure one of them wouldn’t
fill the palm of my hand.  And she had legs that
wouldn’t quit.  So shapely and lovely, and she was
only 12!
We arrived just after lunch time, and Julie wasted no
time changing into her suit.  I was lucky that Terry
was so busy setting up the kitchen.  My eyes nearly
popped out of my head when Julie came into the den
wearing her tiny bikini.  She noticed my reaction too.
 A smile lit up her face as she twirled and modeled
for me…after, I noticed, she quickly checked to see if
her mom was watching.  She was young, but that quick
action made it apparent to me she was aware of her
sexuality.  That should have worried me, but I was too
busy staring at her delicious body.
“You’re going to burn,” I told her.  She had never had
a tan, and she usually covered her body in pants and
long sleeves.  I was truly shocked that she was so
willing to expose so much of herself.
“I won’t burn,” she assured me, handing me a bottle of
lotion.  “Because you’re gonna put this on me.”  It
was a task I would have killed for.  I squeezed some
of the ointment into my hand and started at her
delicate shoulders.  She shivered as I rubbed her
arms, then her back.  I assumed because the lotion was
cold, but I wanted to believe it was my touch that
affected her.
I was having trouble keeping my cock soft.  It had
started to swell as I’d admired her, and now that I
was running my hand all over her body, it really
wanted to jump around.  I finished up on her legs,
keeping my eyes strictly on task even though I
desperately wanted to look up at her crotch.
She bounced out the door happily, leaving me to
surrender to a bad case of the shakes.  I couldn’t
believe how hot she was!  It wasn’t the first time I’d
had naughty thoughts about my daughter, but I’d never
experienced this level of desire for her.  My instinct
was to take Terry to the bedroom and fuck her brains
out, to get this out of my system.  But I didn’t. 
Instead, I went out onto the deck, the one that
overlooked the lake, and I watched Julie as she
mingled with some of the kids from next door.
I felt a stab of jealousy as I saw some of the boys
staring at my daughter.  Julie was eating up the
attention, but I thought it was the wrong sort of
attention.  I had a queasy feeling in my stomach that
before this holiday was over, my innocent little girl
wouldn’t be a virgin anymore.  Little did I know I
would be right, but not the way I’d thought.
I went back inside, unable to face the demon gnawing
at my heart.  Terry was surprised at the way I threw
myself into the festivities after that.  I fired up
the grill, helped her in the kitchen, handed out sodas
to all the kids Julie brought back with her to the
house.  She swam, she ran, she played, and everytime
she came near I devoured her with my eyes.  She helped
me do it, the little vixen.  When she noticed no one
was around, she would twirl for me, jutting out her
small tits proudly or shaking her tight little ass at
me.  Then there were the hugs where I got a thrill
touching her exposed skin.  
Finally, night fell, and I was able to slip away to
relax.  Terry parked herself on the lower deck talking
with neighbors.  I went upstairs to the observation
deck, what we’d agreed was my private spot.  I kept a
telescope up here for skywatching, but tonight it was
just me and my favorite lounge chair dragged out of
the upstairs bedroom.
No sooner had I sat down, a mixed drink in hand, than
I heard footsteps running up the stairs toward me. 
Julie appeared in the doorway as I looked around,
breathless and smiling.  “Hey daddy,” she said
brightly.  “What’cha doing?”
I couldn’t help but smile broadly at her.  “Just
trying to relax, baby,” I told her.  “You tired of
playing with your friends?”
“They’re not my friends,” she told me.  “Besides, they
fireworks will be starting soon.”
I had forgotten about the fireworks.  It was one of
the main reasons we spent this holiday at the lake. 
The town across the water always put on a good show. 
“I thought you’d want to watch it with your friends,”
I said.
“Nah,” she said.  She brushed past me to look over the
railing, looking down to see what she could see.  “I
can’t see mom,” she pointed out. 
“She’s on the lower deck,” I said.  It was an
unintended effect of the upper deck’s positioning that
almost no one on the ground could see me when I was up
here.  It wasn’t built for looking down, after all.  
“Can I watch from up here with you?”
“The fireworks,” she clarified.  “I want to watch them
with you.”
I gave her a slow, appraising look, taking longer than
I’d meant to, longer than I should have, taking in her
delectable little body in her string bikini.  Being up
here alone was not a good idea.
She must have sensed what my answer was going to be. 
She put on her best pouty expression.  “Pleeeease?”
she begged.  I couldn’t say no when she said that.  I
pulled out my last ace card.
“Go ask your mother,” I sighed in defeat.
Julie gave me a tight hug, and I managed to keep my
hands off of her.  She ran back downstairs.  I was
sure Terry would want to keep Julie downstairs,
thinking she was preserving my alone time.  So I was a
bit surprised when Julie came running back up the
steps to me.
And dismayed.
There was only one chair, and only one place she
wanted to sit anyway.  She gave me a kiss on my cheek
then settled her little ass right on my lap.  She
leaned back, putting her back against my chest, and my
arms naturally went around her.  She snuggled tightly
against me.  I could smell her hair, her clean little
girl smell, my precious little angel.  Yet I was
feeling her wonderful body in my arms, and I wasn’t
thinking of her as a little girl right then.
There was no way I could stop my cock from hardening. 
She had to feel it, and I knew she wasn’t naïve.  She
had to know she was turning me on.  I couldn’t believe
I was feeling this way.  My hands seemed to have a
life of their own, caressing Julie’s soft tummy, her
sides, reaching down to her thighs, stroking her arms.
 Julie didn’t protest.  In fact, she did some
caressing of her own, stroking my arms in turn.
There were plenty of fireworks to watch as we waited
for the main show.  Julie stretched her arms above her
head, stretching.  “I love you, Daddy,” she told me,
and she put her arms around my neck, playfully running
her fingers through my hair.  The net effect was that
her body was totally open to my touch now, and I was
loosing my mind.  I was loosing the battle with my
self control.  
I could hear my wife’s voice raised in laughter down
below us.  I caressed my daughter’s young body, my
cock throbbing under her ass.  Her legs quivered a
bit, rubbing against mine.  She hugged my neck from
behind, pulling my face into her hair.  I kissed her
head, moved over to her ear and planted a tiny kiss
there.  Julie purred and tilted her head, giving me
better access.
I suckled her earlobe, something a father definitely
does not do to his twelve year old daughter.  I
paused, waiting for her reaction.  All she did was
squirm a bit, grinding her ass onto my hardness.
I was dizzy with lust.  What I was doing was wrong and
dangerous.  Did I really want to cross this line?  My
mouth touched her neck, planting wet kisses there, and
Julie sighed contentedly.  My hands grazed her
breasts, lightly touching them in passing, up to
stroke her shoulders, then over her chest again.  I
kissed her soft shoulders, intoxicated by the taste of
her preteen skin.  I wanted to grab her hips and
thrust up, grind my crotch into her.  
My hands came back to her tits.  I gently pushed my
fingers against the bottom seam.  This, I knew, was
the real test.  Everything else could just be passed
off by both of us as innocent play, but if I tried to
touch her tits and she rebuffed me, it would be more
than embarrassing.  Her skin was supple, yielding to
the pressure of my fingers.  I passed the seam, passed
over into forbidden territory.  My fingers touched the
bottom her my daughter’s tits and moved up, prodding
her soft globes.
Julie moved, and I froze.  I expected her to push me
away, to shout at me, call me a pervert and run to her
mother.  Instead, she sat up on my lap, forcing me to
pull my hands away.  She reached around behind her, to
her back, grasped the strings of her bikini, and
pulled.  The knot came away easily, leaving only the
strings around her neck holding her bikini top to her
Then she lay back against me again.  She returned her
hands to the back of my head.  Just like that, Julie
had given me open invitation to molest her.  I was
trembling as my hands touched her tummy.  I could tell
she was nervous too.  I couldn’t stop though.  My
hands reached the bottom of her bikini top again, and
this time the barrier was loose.  I slipped easily
inside, and in an instant my hands were cupping my
daughter’s small tits.
I nearly creamed myself right then.  Julie moaned
softly as I kneaded her soft globes.  I rubbed my
thumbs over her stiff nipples, my first indication
that my daughter was aroused.  I pinched them lightly,
rolling the hard nubbin between my thumb and
forefinger, then squeezing each tit, easily fitting
each inside my hands, just as I had expected.
I had to go farther.  I had to push this to the limit.
 Leaving one hand inside her bra, I stroked my other
hand down, over her tummy, and over the material of
her bikini bottoms.  My touch was light, exploratory,
grazing what I knew was her pussy.  Her virgin,
preteen pussy.
Julie moaned again, sucking in her breath in her
effort to be quiet.  Yes, she knew this was a
dangerous game we were playing.  She knew it was
wrong.  And she wanted it just as much as I did.
I brought my hand back up and ran it down inside her
bikini.  Suddenly, my fingers were touching her most
private spot, stroking her soft pubes and delving down
to her flowering pussy.  She was wet, her inner lips
were swollen and protruding.  My little girl was hot,
and I wanted to fuck her.
I was going to fuck her.
The fireworks show began, illuminating us with a burst
of gold and red.  Julie moaned softly, looking up at
the sky.  My hand was working insider her bikini, my
finger delving into her soft folds.  My other hand had
pushed aside her bra, exposing her tiny little tits to
my hungry gaze.  Her little body was so deliciously
pale, so wonderfully shaped.  I spoke her name, and
she twisted her head to look into my eyes.  What I saw
in her eyes was not the look of innocence that should
have been in a twelve year old girl’s eyes, it was a
look of wanton desire.  I kissed her sweet mouth, and
Julie kissed me back, pursing her lips and pressing
them eagerly against mine.
That seemed to decide it.  As more explosions lit up
the night over our heads, I pushed Julie to her feet
in front of me.  She stood passively as I grabbed her
bikini bottoms and slid them down her smooth legs. 
Her ass, when I saw it, was just as perfect as the
rest of her.  She stepped demurely out of her suit,
flicking the garment aside with a casual kick of her
little feet.  She looked back at me over her shoulder,
mouth slightly parted, her eyes heavy with her desire,
and she smiled at me.
I shoved my shorts down my legs, exposing myself.  Her
eyes dropped to my hard cock bobbin in the air, and a
look of apprehension passed over her features.  I felt
a moment of hesitation then.  Did I really want to go
through with this?  My shorts were at my ankles as I
sat back, trying to decide.  Julie decided for me. 
She stepped backward, wanting to return to my lap.  My
hands reached for her.  I held her waist and helped
her slide onto me.  Her naked ass was exquisite as it
passed over my hard cock, and her legs were so soft
and smooth against mine.
Julie lay back against me again.  This time I was
gazing at her mostly nude little body when I looked
over her shoulder.  She spread her legs instinctively,
draping them over the sides of my own.  I knew that if
anyone saw us like this, I was a dead man, but I
couldn’t stop.  And it was apparent that Julie didn’t
want me to stop.  My cock poked up between her thighs
and touched her pussy for the first time.  I
shuddered.  Julie sat forward a notch and reached down
to her crotch.  I thought I was going to die when I
felt her small hand close around my cock.  
She stroked me gently, exploring my shaft.  It was
like a dream.  I could hardly believe this was
happening at all.  There was my sexy daughter, half
naked, stroking my aching cock with her soft hands as
brilliant fireworks exploded over our heads.  She used
my cock to stroke her pussy, rubbing the head along
her nearly hairless slit.  She sighed, moaned softly,
both sounds barely audible above the din of the
display.  I heard a shrill laugh from downstairs,
recognizing my wife’s voice.
Julie seemed to realize we didn’t have much time.  I
wondered what she really wanted to do, what was it she
had in mind when she started this.  Or did she have
anything in mind other than spending some quality time
with her father?  And I had molested her.  She made
her mind clear soon enough.  I felt her pull my cock
to her, placing the head against the soft folds,
lodging it in her lips.  Then she leaned back again,
putting the ball in my court so to speak.
I wrapped my arms around her, caressing her breasts
and her tummy as I hunched my hips up, trying to enter
her.  She put her arms around my neck, surrendering
herself to me.  Her head turned, and she kissed me.  I
heard a moan, and I didn’t know if it was her or me. 
I opened my mouth and put my tongue against her lips. 
She quickly opened her mouth to me, and we started
frenching as we hunched together, trying to fuck.
I reached down and fondled her pussy.  Julie stiffened
and moaned louder.  “You guys all right up there?” I
heard Terry yell up to us.
I felt a panic.  “Yeah, mom!” Julie yelled back. 
“We’re fine.”
“Don’t bother your father too much,” Terry called
“I won’t.”
Julie giggled.  “You’re something else,” I told her. 
She smiled broadly and kissed me again.  “You sure you
want to do this?” I asked her when she came up for
She nodded solemnly.  I felt a wave of love for her
then.  She smiled as I leaned in and kissed her again.
 She didn’t seem to be experienced at tongue kissing
but she made up for it with enthusiasm.  I leaned her
forward as I sat up straighter.  Julie’s weight
shifted forward, and we both froze as we felt my cock
slip into her.
It was just the head, but it was momentous.  It was
another line we’d crossed, the last line.  Julie put
her legs inside mine now, placing her feet on the
deck.  That made her slide down some, pulled by
gravity, and we both gasped as my cock slid into her
another inch.  Julie’s hands clutched at my thighs for
support, then her nails dug into me as my cock hit the
barrier of her hymen.
My little girl was still a virgin!  Oh my god, I was
taking my own daughter’s cherry!  Julie grunted as she
tried to get a better position.  She was on her
tiptoes now.  I helped as much as I could, holding up
a lot of her waist with my hands on her slender hips. 
Gently, Julie began to lower herself.
My cock popped through her hymen suddenly.  Julie
sucked in her breath but remained silent.  Shuddering,
she let herself go down, my cock splitting her small
pussy, driving deeply into her body.  Then I was fully
inside her.  My cock was completely inside my twelve
year old daughter’s little cunt.  I was fucking my
little girl.
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her back to
me.  Julie melted into my embrace, letting me sweep
her back off her feet and onto my lap.  I held her
hips and thrust into her, having to push my cock into
her tightness.  She grunted at the first few thrusts,
then began to move with me, enjoying our wicked union.
 Her little pussy felt like heaven.  She was so hot,
so wet, and yet so tight that the walls of her tunnel
massaged my prick with every thrust.  I don’t know how
I held out as long as I did.
We kissed, our tongues battling with each other as my
left hand fondled her small tits, rubbing her stiff
nipples with my thumb.  My other hand was on her
pussy, rubbing her clit and providing leverage so that
I could keep fucking her.  Never in my life would I
have thought I would ever fuck a girl so young, and
here I was doing it, fucking my own daughter.  
“I love you, Julie,” I told her, pushing my cock as
deeply into her as I could get it.
“I love you too, Daddy,” she whimpered back at me.  “I
thinking I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum, Daddy.”
“Yes, baby girl,” I told her, hugging her to my body. 
“Cum, baby.  Cum for Daddy.”  I shuddered as I thrust
into her sweet little body again.  She began to
tremble and shake.  Something exploded brightly over
our heads, perfectly timed to mask her sudden cry. 
Julie began to orgasm.  Her pussy pulsated around my
invading cock, and she churned her hips, trying to
bounce on me.  I couldn’t hold back once I knew I’d
made my baby cum, and I let the pleasure overwhelm me.
Hot cum exploded from my dick, shooting into my
daughter’s quivering, half naked body.  It was an
orgasm unlike any I’d ever had before.  I held my
daughter tightly, trying to get more of my cock inside
her as sparks danced before my eyes and my cum filled
her tiny passage.  
“Are you cumming, Daddy?” she whimpered, still awash
with her own pleasure.
“Yes,” I managed to grunt.  “Yes, baby.  You made
Daddy feel so good.”
“You’re cumming inside me,” she said.  “That’s so
cool.”  I thrust into her one last time, delivering a
final blast of jism, and Julie shuddered again, as
though a minor orgasm rocked her.  
Then we were still.  We were panting, a bit sweaty,
and my sticky cock was still buried deep inside my
preteen daughter’s freshly fucked, no longer virgin
pussy.  We kissed softly as we basked in the afterglow
of our union.  My hands caressed her small body.  I
knew then that I didn’t want to spend the rest of my
life without being able to repeat this.  She quickly
let me know she felt the same.
“Daddy?” she asked.  “Don’t feel bad, okay?”
I was puzzled.  “Okay,” I agreed.
“No,” she said.  “I mean about…fucking me.  I wanted
it to happen.  You didn’t molest me.  Okay?”
Oh.  “Thank you,” I said.  “You know I love you,
“Of course.  I love you too.  You’re the best Daddy in
the world.”  She hugged me as best she could while
facing away from me.  My cock had softened by then,
and she slid off my lap, letting my organ exit her
body.  She felt her crotch, her back still to me.  “It
didn’t hurt like they said it would.  Loosing it.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
“It won’t hurt at all next time, right?”
My heart skipped a beat.  There would be a next time! 
“I’ll do my best,” I told her.
She smiled at me, turning to face me.  I got my first
good view of her nude form, and it took my breath
away.  I didn’t think I was into little girls, but my
little Julie inspired me to the height of perverted
lust.  She retrieved her bikini bottoms and put them
back on.  I hastily pulled up my shorts, then I retied
her top for her.  Then she snuggled back onto my lap. 
We kissed deep and long as the last of the fireworks
exploded, then the sky was dark again.  But I knew she
would light up the rest of my life.