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Hi guys. I’m working on putting together a fictional story for you guys. I started writing it and realized that I’m going to have to do it in parts. It’s going to be a long tale to tell. I hope you guys enjoy it. P.S.: The twist doesn’t come till later in the story.

Here you go, part one:

Breaking In Emma

The following story is a work of fiction. The events described did not take place, but were inspired by a combination of online conversations I have had. There are a lot of stories out there that use the same old plot-line. I feel mine is somewhat different and takes a new twist on things. Hope it is enjoyed by all!

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Alan. I’m a 38 year old divorced father living in the Midwest. My daughter, and only child, Emma just turned 11. For the most part, Emma lives with her mother Jill on the other side of town. Jill and I were married a year before Emma was born, and we divorced when Emma was 8. I see Emma every other weekend, from Friday night until Sunday afternoon. Kind of a shitty deal, seeing as Jill was the irresponsible, adultress mother. But, life isn’t fair, just the way things are.

Emma has her own room at each house. My ex-wife, being the primary caretaker, (and compensated with my child-support checks), makes a point of outdoing me when it comes to Emma’s material possessions. When I pick her up friday night, Jill always has Emma in some sort of desiger outfit. Don’t get me wrong here. My ex-wife is very conservative when it comes to Emma’s clothes. Abosolutely no skirts, midriffs, or other so-called “slutty attire”; as Jill would say. My home may not be as nice as Jill’s, but it’s still a home for Emma. I am a lot more laid back than my ex-wife, so I think Emma sees her time at my house as sort of an escape from her over-bearing bitch of a mother.

Jill also makes a point to let me know that anything Emma does wrong is my fault, and everything she does right is because of her. She even gos as far as to call me on the telephone to tell me every time Emma misbehaves. Strange thing is, Emma never misbehaves at my house. Even when Emma has her friend Jessica (We all call her Jess for short) stay the night. They just mostly play barbies, some disney game (I think its called Kingdom of Hearts) on Emma’s Playstation, watch movies, or talk on the phone. Jill really hates it when I let Jess stay over. It’s like the bitch is on constant watch for one single slip up on my part.

Unlike her friend Jess, Emma is a very shy girl. So, it came as a suprise to me last year when Emma changed into her nightgown in front of me. We were watching a movie in the living room. It was getting a little late, and Emma was getting tired. Emma had some clothes at my house, but not a nightgown. She had always brought that with her from her mom’s house. Emma got up off the couch and fetched her backpack from where she had left it in the foyer. She sat down on the couch next to me and unzipped the backpack. After removing her school textbooks and her homework assignments from the top of the pack, she fished out a pink Hello Kitty nightgown. Emma zipped the pack up again, and proceeded to unfold the nightgown. Once unfolded, Emma placed the nightgown on the couch, then stood up. Emma took off her shirt, revealing her naked chest with her still flat chest. Next, Emma unzipped and removed her jeans, revealing her plain white panties. Emma picked up the nightgown, and pulled it on. Emma picked up her worn clothes and folded them into a neat pile, which she placed into the backpack, placed her books back in, and zipped up the pack again. After putting the pack down next to the couch, she sat back down next to me. I, looking pretty bewildered at what I had just saw, said “Damn, and I thought you were shy.” Emma turned a little red and giggled.

We continued to watch the movie on the television. I sat at one end of the couch, and Emma laid with her head at the other end, her feet propped up on my lap. For some reason, after what Emma had done, i found myself curiously stealing glances everytime Emma shifted her body. She would occasionally shift her legs, giving me a better view of her panties. Once, she even shifted in a way that exposed her slit a little. My cock started to rise somewhat. My heart sped up a little. I started to think about doing naughty things to my little girl. After about a half an hour of stealing peeks at Emma’s panties and fantasizing, I looked up to see that Emma was asleep. My mind sprung into action about doing something to her. My fears of her telling her mom kind of squashed some of the more extreme ideas. After debating with myself for a few minutes, I decided I was going to try to cop a feel of that little pussy.

I started by placing my hand at the hem of Emma’s nightgown. Being careful not to wake her, I slowly lifted the fabric from her knees, and let it rest of her stomach. My hand shaking, I slowly moved it towards Emma’s crotch. The white panties were the only thing between my eyes and Emma’s little slit. I decided it was to risky to try to remove them. So, I brought my hand down atop Emma’s panty covered pubic mound. I started to slowly caress her crotch area, moving my hand up and down in rythym. I could feel the heat radiating from Emma’s pussy. My cock was getting really stiff. I couldn’t take it. I wanted to feel her bare pussy. After more self-debating I decided that I was going to remove the panties. I placed my hands at Emma’s sides, and grabbed the top of her panties. I began to pull down slightly. I could see the very top of her slit. I pulled a little further. Half of her slit was now in view. I pulled some more. I got her panties to mid-thigh when Emma woke up.

TO BE CONTINUED…