Almost as soon as I pulled onto the road my daughter leaned forward from the back
seat, placing her hands on the console between the two front seats. She looked
out the windscreen silently, sucking on her bottom lip thoughtfully, as she
turned her small head and looked up at me. I glanced sideways at the girl as I
drove down the road. Kelly was a very cute little girl, but not yet like Diana,
for whom the word 'beautiful' is entirely appropriate. "You have a good day,
Kelly?" I asked as I turned the corner.

"Uh huh. I had fun with Janey...." she replied, then looked forward again.
"Dad,...," she began, then hesitated, "... Daddy, I like Diana,..."

I breathed out slowly, remembering. "Yeah,... I know,... I like Diana too."

"Daddy,... I wish,... well, I wish Diana was my sister," Kelly said quietly.

I nodded, taking my right hand away from the steering wheel and playfully
ruffling my daughter's hair for a moment. Her hair was silky soft, longer than
Diana's, light brown with golden strands that had been bleached by the sun. "That
would be nice,... I guess. You'd certainly have someone to play with," I
answered. Kelly nodded, and for the rest of the trip home, she was quiet and
pensive.

"Daddy,... you love Diana don't you?..." Kelly started, the minute we got home. I
nodded again as I glanced down and saw that Kelly was looking at me shyly,
curiously, "But you love her different than how you love me," the girl stated
with an insight that was advanced beyond her seven years. Like Diana, my daughter
was a bright girl, intuitively so.

"Yes, I guess so, more like how I love mommy, I guess," I said gently.

"But,.... well Diana's a girl,... only 12 years old, and well, that's only five
years older than me... right?" she persisted hesitantly, as she tried to sort out
the differences for herself.

"That makes you and Diana kinda special, Daddy, but, I thought we were special,
too!" Kelly demanded. Now comes the moment of truth that I had been dreading.

"We are, Kelly, we are! In fact you are the most special thing in my life. You do
know that, don't you?" I pleaded, hoping not to alienate my own flesh and blood.

"Yes, Daddy, I know you love me and I love you, but why can't you love me like
you love Diana, too?"

I knew that I wasn't going to be able to put off her questions, and her
burgeoning desires as well, for very long, but I was too overwhelmed with
conflicting emotions to speak to this problem right then. "Kelly, you know what
people would say if they thought I was doing with you what I was doing with
Diana? For starters, they would take you away from me, and then they would
probably hang me. Listen, I know you have more questions, and I want to answer
them as best as I can, but right now you'd better get ready for bed, young lady,
or you won't be able to get up in the morning. I promise you we will talk about
this some more, and soon, too."

I had Kelly go upstairs and get ready for bed while I spent the new few minutes
packing things away, my mind going back and forth over what had happened at the
farm, wondering whether Diana would be angry at me for stealing her virginity, or
if even now, she was wishing for more. "Hey Daddy," Kelly called from upstairs,
breaking into my thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm coming tiger," I shouted back, my reverie interrupted. I went into the
hall and up the stairs. Kelly was standing at the top of the stairs, naked except
for her tight little panties, fitting snugly between her chubby legs, covering
what was still the mystery vacuum in her body. She smiled slowly at me, almost as
if she knew what I was thinking about her.

"You done your teeth?" I asked.

Kelly nodded. "Yup. Can I sleep in your bed tonight, Daddy?" she asked.

I glanced at the girl as I came up to her, then reached out and lovingly stroked
her back, "Yeah,... I guess so. But no wriggling around, okay? It's way past your
bedtime, you have to go straight to sleep," I said, postponing the long talk that
I needed to have with her. Kelly nodded.

"Where's you pj's?" I asked.

"Do I have to?" she answered, following me into the bedroom. I turned back to the
girl, seeing a small shy smile forming on her face. I shrugged. The smile
broadened, flashing perfect white baby-teeth. She took a few running steps and
leaped onto the bed, then slid her legs under the sheet. In that one simple
motion I thought she was remarkably like Diana. I went into the bathroom to brush
my teeth, the image of Diana, just a few hours earlier running into the bedroom,
leaping onto the bed, of the things that followed, still dominant in my mind. I
lingered in the bathroom for as long as I could, then came back to the bedroom.
Kelly stirred, barely awake, "Daddy,... I'm glad you love,... Diana," she
murmured sleepily. I pulled back the sheet and lowered myself carefully onto the
bed next to her. Her nearly naked body was curled up and very dark against the
bottom sheet. She looked small and fragile as she turned slightly pressing her
warm body against mine. I caressed her forehead, brushing back her silky hair,
trying to imagine what Diana was doing, then gently, ever so lightly I began to
run my fingers up and down her back and shoulders as she dropped off to sleep.

I lay awake for a long time that night, for several hours my thoughts a potpourri
 of young, innocent, hairless little girls. Then my thoughts turned only to
Diana, wondering, dreaming, thinking. I thought of Diana's beautiful, slender
body, on the very cusp of womanhood, hungry for excitement. Finally I drifted off
to sleep.

Kelly woke me up by wriggling. She always does that and it's a good reason not to
sleep in the same bed as a seven year old girl. It was just after eight o'clock
in the morning. For a moment I lay there, trying to revisit the last fragments of
my dream, putting the pieces back together. It had involved Diana, of course.
We'd been doing something but I wasn't certain what...

Kelly wriggled again, insistently, squirming. "Go 'sleep,..." I mumbled. She
wriggled again, kicking the heel of her foot into the back of my thighs. "Go
'sleep,... or go play in your room," I said, the last vestiges of my dream
disappearing, the fragments interrupted.

"It's morning,... time to get up," the girl chirped in a sing-song voice.

"It's Sunday, you do-do,..." I sighed, stretching out into the cooler part of the
bed, and rolling away from the wriggling girl. "And stop wriggling around!"

"I'm trying to get comfortable!" she retorted. "... Daddy,... do you think we'll
see Diana today," she asked

"Huh,... Oh I don't know, maybe," I replied, knowing that any chance of continued
sleep was gone for good. "Why?"

"I hope so," Kelly said, "'cause she's fun, and I like her".

"We'll see,... I guess," I said with a sigh, wondering, hoping, then adding, "I
hope so too. Now stop wriggling,... and if you stick that foot in my butt one
more time, you die."

There was a burst of giggles, then a moment's hesitation, then another bump right
in the crack of my buttocks. This time, however, it was the softer feel of her
toes, not her heel. That did it and I twisted over, pulling the sheet down, as I
grabbed the girl and began to tickle her furiously. She giggled hysterically,
kicking and struggling, squealing in delight as we wrestled. I pinned her down,
made her promise to behave, then rolled off, only to be confronted by another
attack from my nearly naked daughter. We tumbled and rolled together, scrambling
over each other as we grappled in playful combat, until breathless, and
pretending defeat I flopped onto my back. Kelly straddled me triumphantly, "Kelly
Weston, the winner," she shrieked, raising her arms high above her head,
stretching the skin of her chest until her tiny nipples stood out. I grinned at
the laughing girl sitting astride my hips, our battle temporarily suspended. But
then I became instantly embarrassed, as Kelly and I realized, almost
simultaneously, that she was sitting on my semi-hard prick.

"Your penis is almost as hard as when you were with Diana, Daddy! See!" she
announced, looking downward at the junction of our pelvic regions. I had worn
boxer shorts to bed, but the rise in my shorts, jutting out from her panties-clad
vagina, was unmistakable. She giggled, her right arm coming down from above her
head, reaching, fingers stretched out, touching the taut cloth of my shorts, my
cock instantly quivering as her fingertips brushed along its length. I closed my
eyes trying to blot out the thrill that I felt, the surge of excitement almost as
intense as what I'd felt with Diana. Then, suddenly unable to bear this intimate
touch so early in the morning, I lifted forty-eight pounds of girl, tossed her
onto her back, and reached down to pull the sheet up over my waist. Kelly looked
at me curiously, lying back on the bed, her eyes still glued to the bulge beneath
the sheet. "Why does it do that, Daddy?" she asked.

"Huh," I said absently, glad that my cock was at least covered, knowing that she
had only begun her barrage of questions on what was fast becoming her favorite
subject.

I breathed out, swallowing, willing my arousal to fade, trying to clear my mind
of the frightening possibility. "Huh,... oh,... it's partly because when a man
wakes up in the morning he has what is called a 'piss-hard', when he has to go
the bathroom. And.. sometimes if he is also sexually excited, it will stay hard,
even after he goes to the bathroom."

"It's so hard, though," Kelly observed, reaching over to me, her fingers
squeezing, testing the firmness, "It feels a lot bigger too, like maybe it's
going to burst or something!" she said in awe.

I laughed, "It's not going to burst. If you leave it alone it'll gradually go
down."

"I don't want to leave it alone, Daddy. It feels good to touch your.. thing.. and
doesn't it feel good to you, too?" Kelly persisted, keeping up the soft back and
forth movement on my sheet-covered cock. "Does it feel this good when Diana
touches you here, Daddy?" I smirked at the girl's uninhibited curiosity. If I
didn't know better, I'd think she was trying to seduce me. But that couldn't be,
could it? My seven year old daughter?

"Yes it does, Kelly, it feels just as good. But remember what I told you about
other people finding out about things we do in private? Whatever we do alone, or
with Diana, must be our secret only, okay? Whatever happens between us, whatever
I show you in private can't be told to anyone else." I knew that the time was
coming, and I would no longer be able to hid my feelings for Kelly.

"I won't ever tell, Daddy! It'll be our secret!" She was overjoyed to be on the
verge of sharing secrets that I had only shared with Diana until now. I noticed
that while her one hand was playfully stroking my cock through the sheet, her
other hand was now plying at the crotch of her own stretched panties, and rubbing
with more intensity. "Daddy, you know, it feels better to be touching myself
while I'm touching you at the same time. And it feels better the more I touch
it," Kelly volunteered. She smiled, her fingers discovering the double pleasure
of touching me, and at the same time touching herself under the soft cotton of
her underpants.

"It feels even better if you take your underpants off, and touch your bare
cunny," I grinned, "But that's something that a girl only does with someone that
she likes very much." I looked lovingly at her enraptured face, and continued,
"What you're doing to yourself is called masturbating, by the way...." Kelly
nodded, her fingers sliding under the tight legband of her panties, showing a
spot that was starting to look just a little damp. It must be sweat, I thought to
myself. I knew that she had indulged in harmless masturbation before, and I
smiled, fascinated by the girl's discovery of her own capacity for pleasure. "It
feels good doesn't it?" I added gently, noticing her little fingers moving
faster, and deeper in her crotch.

Kelly barely noticed me, "Uh huh,..." she whispered. "Oh!... It's making me feel
funny," Kelly muttered. I raised my eyebrows and grinned. My daughter's arms and
legs were covered with gooseflesh, the small muscles in her legs beginning to
strain, as she snuck her fingers farther under the leg-band of her underpants
feeling the bare flesh of her cunny right there in front of me.

"Can,... can I take my undies off?" she asked uncertainly after a few more
moments.

I wanted to say that it was 'okay', to sit back on the bed and watch, but I shook
my head as my heart leaped. "It's okay to do that, if you want,... but you should
wait until later, after you go to bed to do that, Kelly," I said firmly. She
looked at me, disappointment flashing across her face, then pouting, she took her
hand away reluctantly.

Then she shrugged, as if the interruption to her enjoyment was of no importance,
already forgotten. "You wanna wrestle some more?" she asked.

"In a bit," I teased, "You wore me out last time," I added, watching the girl
carefully. Kelly paused a minute, but just then the phone rang.

I shook my head, then reached over past the girl, and picked up the phone. The
time was a little past nine o'clock and I wondered who would call at that time on
a Sunday morning. I hoped it was Diana. The voice on the other end was familiar
and I recognized it quickly. "Hello, it's Diane, Diane Brady, Diana's mom."

"Hi! Good morning!" I answered brightly.

"Who is it Daddy?" Kelly asked.

I shook my head, "Diana's mom," I replied, then added, "I've got a pesky
seven-year-old girl here who want's to know who I'm talking to."

Diane answered, "No worse than a twelve-year-old I'm sure. I just wanted to call
and thank you for taking Diana with you yesterday. She had a great time."

Kelly climbed up next to me, trying to listen to the conversation but I pushed
her away playfully and held her down with one hand, easily overcoming her
ineffective struggles. "No problem,... we had a great time too. She's a lot of
fun.... We enjoyed having her, really we did."

There was silence on the other end of the line, then Diane's voice again, less
confident this time, "I,... I'm afraid my daughter has a bad case of... puppy
love," she said quietly.

"Huh?" I said uncertainly, nervously, waiting for Diane to respond.

"She likes you a great deal, I guess you could call the way she feels about you
'puppy love'. She's talked about you non-stop. We had a long talk last night when
she got home...." She paused again, waiting for my acknowledgment. I wondered
what Diana had told her. I hesitated to answer.

"Well,... I like Diana too," I said at last. "She's an easy girl to be friends
with," I added noncommittally.

"She's fond of you,... very fond of you," she admitted slowly. "You're,... good
for her," she added, then after another pause, "I'm glad it's you she wants to be
friends with."

The silence seemed endless before Diane came back, "I,... I've always known that
Diana was,... more mature, more grown up in some ways, than other girls her
age... I think you know... what I mean," she said hesitantly, her voice strained.
Silence again.

"I,... think so," I answered.

"I don't want her to grow up,... like,... some women,... being promiscuous and
'easy', if you know what I mean. You're good for her,... I trust you, Alex,...
I'm not sure I could trust Diana with another person,... or trust anyone else
with Diana."

"Uh huh," I said weakly, barely breathing, my face flushing as a sudden hot wave
of guilt spilled over me.

"Diana,... told me what happened at the farm," Diane said finally, her voice
trembling nervously.

"Oh!" I gasped in sudden fear.

"I,... she told me everything, you understand,... I'm not angry,... sooner or 
later that would have happened, anyway, as sensitive as she is. It was just a
matter of time, especially after her father left her.. I wish she was older,
but.... I always knew there was something special about the bond between Diana
and her father, something that I couldn't be a part of. So, if it was going to
happen I'm glad it was with you." Another short but pregnant pause, before she
went on, "... And from what she said,... I think it was the right thing,... for
her,... and you too. But if you ever hurt her.." the threatening tone in her
voice rose, and then just as suddenly subsided, as she went on, "..Diana is
really a lot older, in many ways, than she should be.." Her voice trailed off.

"I love Diana," I said honestly, "I love her a great deal."

"Yes, yes I can feel that. My daughter feels the same way. I,... I guess that's
why I'm glad. I know you'll be,... gentle with her too. It's just that,... well I
don't want her acting like Paula, I told you about her, she's in her class in
school. It isn't that she's had sex already, but she's with a different boy every
week, and the tales they tell about her are all over Diana's school."

I breathed out, trying to clear my head, fogged with disbelief, "Diana is very
special to me, Diane. She isn't the kind of girl who would do this just for the
sake of doing it. Or who would likely be seduced by any dirty old man that came
along. What happened between Diana and me was very special to me, and I think to
Diana as well." I wanted to say that what I felt was love, but I didn't.

"Yes,... I know that. From the way Diana was talking, she's met the right person,
too,... I just wanted you to know that it's okay,... that I, well I understand
it, and,... well as long as you don't intentionally hurt her that you don't have
to worry about me getting angry."

"I don't know what to say, Diane," I said quietly.

"Anyway, Diana's on her way over to your house. She should be there soon I guess.
She was worried about what you'd think... about me finding out. You must think
I'm pretty weird, not wanting to hang you by your balls, for what you did with
her," she said, and I was very definitely surprised at this reaction.

"But I don't entirely blame you," she continued, "and because I know how much she
misses her father, and the special relationship they had... Alex,... she needs
you, more than ever now," she finished. I could hear the sobbing start in the
second or two as she put the phone down.