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Breaking In Emma (PART 2)

“Oh shit”, I thought, “I’m so busted.” I had just been caught by my daughter, taking her panites down. My hands remained from at mid-thigh, as Emma tried to comprehend what was going on. “Daddy?”, she said, “What are you doing?” “Well, honey”, came my reply, “You were being so un-shy earlier, I thought maybe you could be more unshy.” Stupid, I thought, real stupid. I waited for her to freak out or run to call the cops, or worse… her mother. But, she never did. She just sort of nodded a little, and just sat there and stared at me. I took this as her way of saying ok, and pulled her panties all the way off.

Finally, I got to see her slit. I relaxed a little. Emma still sat there. I pushed her legs apart a little, leaving Emma’s pussy spread somewhat. My hand went forward and I started to rub her virgin little cunt. Emma squirmed around a bit, but after a few minutes, she started panting. I guess my rubbing her felt good. I took my index finger and pushed a little into her hole. It was so tight, that my finger only went in to her twat just past my second knuckle. Emma whimpered. I took this as I was hurting her, and I stopped.

The next night, I did the same thing to Emma, but this time she was a little more helpful, and seemed into it a little. I rubbed her little clit this time too. Emma started breathing heavy. I kept rubbing her clit faster and faster. Emma’s breathing got faster and faster too. Emma started bucking her pelvis up and down. She let out a “Unghhhh!” and my little girl had an orgasm. I felt my fingers get really wet. “Wow, you like that?”, I asked my daughter. Emma just nodded her head. We continued our little touching practice for a year or so, each night that it was just Emma and I. Emma kept her mouth shut, and didn’t tell anyone about what I did to her each time she stayed at my house. There were a few times that her friend Jess stayed over, that I didn’t do anything. I knew I could trust Emma not to tell, but I didn’t know what would happen if Jess caught us.

That was last year, which now brings us back up to today. It’s Saturday night. Not my weekend to have Emma. I won’t get to have her until next friday. I just got home from my work, and it’s going on 6pm. I open my fridge in hopes of finding something valid to eat for dinner, find a leftover few pieces of take out pizza. I grab the pizza box and make my way to the living room. When I get into the living room, I take a seat at my computer desk, and turn on the computer. As I’m waitng for Windows to load, I open the pizza box and start eating my leftover, cold meal. I debate wheter or not to just order some fresh Chinese takeout, and decide on just finishing my cold pizza. Windows finishes loading, and I open up my IM program. I type in my username at the prompt: Alan_dad38. I enter my password, and the program loads. I surf thru the available chat rooms, and find one that I’m interested in: Fetishes. I enter the room and watch the text scroll on the screen. Ads flash for anything from sex pics to girls with so-called free webcams. Some people are actually chatting in the room about bondage and cross-dressing, not really my thing. I click on the text box and type my message: Anybody into incest? I get a reply immediatly from some user named Donny45, saying that incest is not a fetish, it’s a sickness. I click ignore on him. Stupid clod, I think. I get another message from CutekittenXXX, but it’s just a bot leaving me an ad to visit her site. I was about to give up when a user named Steve41, messaged me with: Who in your fam do you do? I replied, I don’t do anyone. I have a daughter that visits. She lets me touch her. A brief pause, and Steve comes back with You want to do more with her? I can help you.
I thought about it for a second. I typed back How? Steves reply: It’s different for every situation. But if you let me help you, she’ll be begging for your cock. The idea did seem intriging. Steve and I chatted a little more, and I filled him in on the details of how I was divorced, and that I only got Emma once every 2 weeks. I also told him that the first time she just laid there and let me do it, but was more in to it after that, and that I had been touching her for about a year now. Steve came back with: When do you see her again? My reply: Not till friday. I’m picking her up after school. Steve replied: Ok, get a hold of me friday when she’s over, and I’ll walk you thru it. I typed back O.K., and with that I ended my IM session.

I got to thinking, could this guy I met online truely help me? When I was descrbing my situation to him, he had metioned something about helping guys before. What was it he said? Different for every situation? I decided to put it out of my mind, and sat down to watch t.v. I picked up the remote and turned on the screen. It was going on 7pm. Just then the phone rang. I picked it up. “Hello?”, I said. It was Emma’s mother. What the hell did she want?, I thought. Jill proceeded to tell me that Emma had been swearing and that I needed to clean up my language around our daughter. Then after bitching me out for a few minutes, Jill asked if I could babysit Emma for the night, as she had been invited out by some guy. Normally I would have said no, but I thought back to my conversation with Steve. “Yeah, sure, I’ll do it”, was my reply, “I’ll be over to pick her up soon”, and with that I put the phone back down on it’s cradle.

I raced back over to the computer, and logged back into the IM program. Steve was still logged in. Guess what?, I typed. Steve asked What? I told him about the converstion I had had with Jill, and that Emma was staying for the night. That’s cool, let me know when you get back., he replied. I was just about to type back, ok, when the phone rang again. It was Emma asking if she could have Jess stay the night at my place too. I typed to Steve: Phone rang, it’s Emma. She wants to have her friend Jess stay here too. Dunno if I can trust Jess, what do I say? Steve replied: Tell her yes. I’ll help you get both of them. You want to make sure Emma is happy. That’s the first step. I told Emma it would be ok to have Jess spend the night. I hung up the phone and went back to typing to Steve: How exactly are you gonna help me pull this off? Steve typed: Don’t worry. I’ll help you when the time comes. Go pick up Emma and Jess. I replied, O.K. , and I logged off.

I was so nervous and excited at the same time, that I was shaking as I pulled out of my driveway on the way to pick up my little girl and her friend. Images of possible scenerios played thru my head. What exactly did Steve have in mind?, I wondered….
TO BE CONTINUED…