Gareman
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Kati's family had bought the home next to ours thirteen years ago. At the time she was a cute five year old, the same age as my youngest daughter Melanie. They spent the next thirteen years forging a friendship that would last a lifetime. In the process, I also gained someone who would look up to me like a father.
Her dad had been a saleman who spent most of his time on the road, not having much left for the wife and two daughters that he left behind. Because of her closeness with my daughter, she participated in most of our family activities. Camping, movies, amusement park outings, etc. all included our "surrogate" daughter Kati. In her eyes, she was the male figure that she so deperately needed.
I was always there for her when she needed advice or encouragement. And sometimes I took it upon myself to be the "Bad Cop" and lecture her when I felt she was getting out of line. As I said, she was like another one of my daughters......almost !!
What Kati or nobody else knew was the intense sexual urges I felt for her. It started when she was fourteen. She came over to swim on an especially hot August day. My daughters and I were enjoying the pool, playing and splashing each other. We wrestled and played our favorite game "shark". It was kind of stupid, but my daughters would close their eyes and I'd swim underwater grabbing them without warning, simulating a shark attack. Kati asked if she could join and of course I said yes.
I took turns "attacking" each of them, but something was different when I went after Kati. I found myself getting horny grabbing her soft legs and her flat smooth stomach.
Each "attack" became more and more sexual. I was dismayed with myself, but I also was having a hard time containing my excitement.
After a little while, I found and reason to excuse myself. I went into the empty house and masturbated in the bathroom.
Of course, Kati was my inspiration.
Through the years, I lusted for Kati fiercely. Her bedroom window faced our spare bedroom and I spent a lot of time "watching television" in there. I watched her lie on her bed, talking on the phone to my daughter in the next room. I watched her change into her pajamas. I spied on her as often as possible, knowing I'd never be able to act on my driving urges.
This was the sweetest girl I'd ever met, how could I be thinking such nasty things.
Finally Kati turned eighteen...and what a beautiful eighteen year old she was. She had short dark hair, long legs and small perky tits that I would kill to suck. Her demeanor hadn't changed a bit. Respectful and polite, she always addressed me as Mr. Barnes or Sir, and this was not an act. Her teachers loved her, always praising her for her high moral character and class.
I think that her innocence was the strongest magnet drawing me to her. She was as pure as any girl could be at her age. In many conversations she had told me that she was "saving herself for the right man". Why did I have such evil thoughts about what I would do to her if I was "the right man" ?
Her dad had been a saleman who spent most of his time on the road, not having much left for the wife and two daughters that he left behind. Because of her closeness with my daughter, she participated in most of our family activities. Camping, movies, amusement park outings, etc. all included our "surrogate" daughter Kati. In her eyes, she was the male figure that she so deperately needed.
I was always there for her when she needed advice or encouragement. And sometimes I took it upon myself to be the "Bad Cop" and lecture her when I felt she was getting out of line. As I said, she was like another one of my daughters......almost !!
What Kati or nobody else knew was the intense sexual urges I felt for her. It started when she was fourteen. She came over to swim on an especially hot August day. My daughters and I were enjoying the pool, playing and splashing each other. We wrestled and played our favorite game "shark". It was kind of stupid, but my daughters would close their eyes and I'd swim underwater grabbing them without warning, simulating a shark attack. Kati asked if she could join and of course I said yes.
I took turns "attacking" each of them, but something was different when I went after Kati. I found myself getting horny grabbing her soft legs and her flat smooth stomach.
Each "attack" became more and more sexual. I was dismayed with myself, but I also was having a hard time containing my excitement.
After a little while, I found and reason to excuse myself. I went into the empty house and masturbated in the bathroom.
Of course, Kati was my inspiration.
Through the years, I lusted for Kati fiercely. Her bedroom window faced our spare bedroom and I spent a lot of time "watching television" in there. I watched her lie on her bed, talking on the phone to my daughter in the next room. I watched her change into her pajamas. I spied on her as often as possible, knowing I'd never be able to act on my driving urges.
This was the sweetest girl I'd ever met, how could I be thinking such nasty things.
Finally Kati turned eighteen...and what a beautiful eighteen year old she was. She had short dark hair, long legs and small perky tits that I would kill to suck. Her demeanor hadn't changed a bit. Respectful and polite, she always addressed me as Mr. Barnes or Sir, and this was not an act. Her teachers loved her, always praising her for her high moral character and class.
I think that her innocence was the strongest magnet drawing me to her. She was as pure as any girl could be at her age. In many conversations she had told me that she was "saving herself for the right man". Why did I have such evil thoughts about what I would do to her if I was "the right man" ?