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story_codes: M/g(8) bro/sis, incest, cons

story_intro: Despite a frosty relationship with his stepmother, Tony remains close to his father even ten years after leaving home for college. When his father asks for a favor, Tony is only happy to oblige. Then he discovers that he has a younger half-sister; the product of an affair by his father. Now he is going to be minding her for the summer and he'd do anything for his dad. But he is also tormented by the temptation and eight year-old will bring. 


story_language: English




Watching Daddy's Little Secret

Written by madvlad


	Tony didn't mind altering his lunch plans when his father, Ed, asked to meet him. That meant lunch at Antonucci's Steakhouse. And besides, his old man was pretty good company who didn't mind knocking back a couple of beers with the meal.

	Twelve years earlier, when Tony was in high school, Ed had remarried. While his new wife, Theresa, seemed okay before the marriage, she quickly made it clear with her attitude that she couldn't wait for Tony to graduate and move out - for good. For Tony, the feeling was mutual but poor Ed was caught in the middle. Theresa had been a part-time accountant for the business Ed had started a few years earlier. 

	Now that the business was a success and they were married, she now had claim to half of it. Ed might of have divorced her but it would mean tearing apart everything he had worked to create. He was still going to do it but Tony had talked him out of it, reasoning that since he no longer lived at home, there was no problem. Poor Ed felt horrible about his son being alienated from his home but Tony liked being out on his own.

	In a way, Ed still loved Theresa - she had a way of worming herself into his heart. While Tony was in college, Ed covered the tuition and made sure his son was living in something better than an off-campus flophouse. Even after Tony graduated, he still sent his son the occasional fat check simply because he felt like it.  

	Theresa had tried to stop it but realized she had gone too far when Ed finally put his foot down.

	"For reasons I'm still not comfortable with," the usually mild-mannered man growled, making Theresa take a step backward. "I've allowed you far too much latitude. Don't ever think you can interfere with me and Tony anymore."

	When Tony got to Antonucci's, Ed was already seated in a booth. That in itself was odd since Ed, a gregarious type, usually preferred a table. They did the usual chatter - mostly sports - but Tony could tell something was weighing on his father. When the last bites of steak had vanished, Ed spoke directly.

	"I need your help with something," Ed confided.

	"Sure, anything," Tony replied - really meaning it.

	Ed took a deep breath and explained.

	"About ten years ago - just when you were going off to college, I was feeling resentful toward your stepmother. You were moving out - okay for college - but she was damned near doing victory laps around the house. Anyway, I was in Buffalo on business and decided to get back at her with a one-night stand. 

	Where it gets complicated was that I really liked the girl. And every time I went to Buffalo - you know I'm there at least ten times a year - I kept seeing her. Then things got complicated with her."

	"Blackmail?"

	"No," Ed laughed. "A happier sort of complication. The result of which - eight years, two weeks, and one day ago - made you a big brother. Her name is Emily."

	Ed slid his phone across the table. Picking it up, Tony saw a brown-haired girl with a wide smile accentuated by the gap where her two front upper baby teeth were missing.

	"Cute kid," Tony remarked, sliding his index finger across the phone screen to scroll for more photos. 

	"I only have one picture of her on my phone," Ed informed him as he reached for his device. "Otherwise, I'd have to explain to your stepmother why I had a bunch of pics of some kid on my phone if she was ever looking."

	Tony sighed. Whatever his father had done in life, nothing could have been so evil as to warrant living with Theresa. 

	"Four years ago," Ed continued with a haunted look in his eyes. "Emily's mother died."

	"That explains it."

	Ed looked up at his son sharply.

	"What?"

	"Four years ago, Dad. I was really getting worried because you seemed so....I don't know, lost. I even called Theresa and she admitted that something seemed really off with you. It's the only time we've probably ever agreed on anything. But you gradually got out of your funk so the matter went away. Still. I always wondered."

	Ed silently sipped his beer while he digested this. He knew he had been bad off then, but to the point of Tony and Theresa actually talking? Whew! He shook his head and regained his focus.

	"Emily's been living with her grandmother ever since and I still visit every time I'm in the area - I've even made special trips just for that. Now Eve, her grandmother, is ill - long term treatment and all. Anyway, I'm trying to make arrangements for some place for her. It may even have to be permanent if Eve doesn't pull through. But for a short time, is there any way she could stay with you? School just got out so she's on summer break."

	Tony was dumfounded. First, he had a little sister. And now she might be moving in? Tony had a few complications of his own but he'd do anything for his dad, though. 

	"Yeah, sure," Tony said. "I've got a spare bedroom where you've crashed a couple of times. I'd just have to clean the place up a little."

	"Yeah, hide your porn stash," Ed joked.

	They both laughed but Tony pondered this while driving home. He did have a fairly sizeable collection of erotica. And most of it focused on preteen girls.

	Now he would have temptation moving in with him. He didn't know whether to have a headache or a hard-on.

	For all the prurient hang-ups Tony had regarding the fact that he'd have a little girl under his roof, Emily caused him no other troubles. She enjoyed reading and had arrived with an e-book reader and a loaded account. With Tony's questionable material safely purged from his computer and on an external hard drive tucked away in his closet, she had access to his computer or games. 

	Emily was slightly built, a bit small for her age. One of the first things Tony noticed was that the gap in her smile he had seen in the photo was now filled by a pair of adult teeth. It made her look cutely awkward as they seemed slightly too large for her mouth at this stage. 

	Although Emily had been overjoyed to finally meet her big brother (she had known about him long before he knew about the twinkle in his father's pants that produced her), she understood why he introduced her as his cousin. She was a pleasant girl whose dark brown eyes often twinkled when she was speaking to someone. 

	Having quickly won over Tony's neighbors, she soon made friends her age when she and Tony when to the pool at his condo complex. By the end of the first week, she even spent a day at a friend's home where the mother was there. 

	Inwardly, Tony had a constant struggle not to ogle the girl or find excuses for barging in on her when she might be partially undressed. He focused instead on her sunny personality, reminding himself that she was his sister and was depending on him.

	The pool was where the walls of self-restraint began to crumble.

	Emily wore a red, one-piece swimsuit that hugged her slim frame. It wasn't indecently small like some worn by the child models and anime drawings he collected but as she played about, it had a tendency to shift like many girls' swimwear did. Tony was frequently treated to further exposure of her pert little buns and a plump, tempting camel toe before Emily would tug the stretchy garment loose. 

	One thing Tony had never done at the pool is watch the younger girls for fear he would be caught staring. Now with his "cousin" romping about with the others, it wasn't out of place for him to watch and even snap the occasional picture with his cell phone. If they the saw the camera, the girls would insist on a group pose and Tony had a growing file of smiling little bathing beauties with their young bodies tightly and barely clad in both candid and arranged shots. 

	Every time they returned, though, Emily would take a shower. Tony would sit, sometimes sweating, as he thought about the object of his desire on the other side of the door - naked and wet and so very close.

	When Tony finally did cross that barrier, it was out of a need above the neck, not below the waist. He had a pounding headache and the aspirin was in the medicine cabinet over the bathroom sink. Knocking loudly on the door, he paused and heard Emily call out over the running water. He couldn't be sure what she said but he opened the door enough to lean in and speak.

	"I need to get some aspirin. Can I come in?"

	"Sure, the curtain's closed."

	Tony entered and saw his sister's vague outline through the nearly opaque plastic shower curtain. Her back was to him and he could see a blur of colors - light brown for her hair and slightly darker from her tanned limbs. But her back was mostly pale from her swimsuit and although he couldn't see any detail, he knew what the lower portion of the whiteness was and couldn't help picturing how her ass looked beneath her bathing suit. 

	With his view mercifully obstructed enough, Tony focused on the medicine cabinet which meant turning his back to the shower. He opened the mirrored door, shook a couple of pills from the bottle and downed them with water from the sink. Shutting the door, he saw Emily's outline in the reflection. 

	She was standing at an angle and he could make out the curve of her pert, milky rump. Even with a blurry outline, she looked so sexy - just as high and tight without the swimsuit holding it up. 

	The curtain was not completely pulled across and when Emily moved, he caught a glimpse of her bare shoulder. Transfixed for a few seconds that seemed much longer, he gazed at the small shoulder; mostly tan but with a strip of whiteness from where her bathing suit strap rode. Such perfect skin on a childish frame, her sun kissed flesh combined with what was normally concealed. His pulse was racing and his tongue felt thick. The headache receded from his awareness, replaced by the urgency of the stiffening in his groin.

	Then Emily shifted again and was completely behind the curtain. Just like that, the spell was broken. Mumbling his thanks to her for letting him come in, he hurried out and kept his eyes on the floor so he would not even see her shape.

	"What's the best part of showering with a twelve year-old?"

	"When you slick her hair back, it makes her look like she's only ten."

	Tony had read that joke somewhere on line. When Emily came into the living room after her shower, her hair was still wet and was pulled back. The undersized eight year-old looked waif-like in that state and might have passed for six. 

	She only wore a towel which was wrapped around her torso just under her armpits. Although it kept her modest, she was still alluring like this. Tony could picture a snag or a careless movement undoing the towel and exposing her completely to him.

	"How's your headache?" she asked. 

	"Oh, much better. Thanks."

	It was indeed better - nearly gone. Emily then asked him about spending a day next week with another new friend. While they were talking, her towel began to slip. The utter lack of growth on the eight year-old's chest meant that there was nothing to help hold the towel up. While Tony was talking and listening, he kept watching the slow progress of the towel as it gradually revealed more of Emily's pale, undeveloped chest. 

	He could finally see her nipples; faint pink circles on the lean surface of her torso. Suddenly wanting more, he abruptly checked himself and tried to tell the girl about her exposure. With words not working, he pointed to her and moved his finger in a circle.

	"Um...you're...uh..."

	Emily looked down and squeaked in embarrassment. Pulling her towel back into place, she followed up with a giggle.

	"I'm glad I look like a boy there," she said. "So it's no big deal."

	Tony shrugged and nodded, trying to appear nonchalant. She did look like a boy on her chest - but the fact that she was a girl made it sensual.

	When Emily went to bed that night, she appeared in the living room wearing an oversized pajama top - it was clearly a man's and it hung down nearly to her bare knees. Catching her brother's odd look, Emily explained.

	"These are Daddy's. When I really missed him, Grandma would let me wear his pajamas to bed. He had a bunch of clothes at her house when he came to visit. All I need is the shirt and the pants are way too big. Is this okay?"

	Tony actually found it touching. But at the same time, he wondered if she was wearing any underwear beneath it. But asking was out of the question. Only the top button was buttoned and the collar hung low on her, letting him see where one day she would have cleavage although her nipples were properly covered.

	"That's fine," he said. "It's kind of cool that you do that. But you'll never find me wearing my stepmother's pajamas."

	Emily thought that was hilarious. When she stopped laughing, she came up to him and kissed his cheek. She had started doing that a few nights earlier and each time the light touch of her lips left a lingering, warm impression on his face.

	When Tony went to bed, he stopped in Emily's room. She usually had the sheets kicked down and he would cover her again. She always looked so cute in her kiddy pajamas but tonight was different. 

	The sheets were off and she was lying exposed to him. The pajama top was lying open below the one button, showing off her bare torso from her lower chest (no nip slip for Tony, this time) to her panties. 

	The flowered undies were neither too loose nor too tight. Emily's left leg was cocked at angle, drawing the material slightly closer over her mound, giving Tony a look at the small female bulge and the indentation in the middle where her cleft was hiding. The leg holes were cut slightly high and Tony could see the slight crease where her bent thigh met her hip. Her limb was light bronze from the summer pool time but that smooth junction was perfectly white, once again showing him a part of her that even her little swimsuit kept concealed. 

	Emily's head was turned toward him, her eyelashes long at the end of her closed lids. Her mouth was slightly open and showed how full her lips were. The sliver of space between the oral rolls of flesh hinted at pleasure to be offered. But it was her breath that moved between her lips, slow and deep and making her childish chest rise and fall.

	Tony found that he had been rubbing himself and now he let his restraint slip. Unzipping his fly, he masturbated as he watched his little sister in her innocent slumber. While working his hand on his member, his eyes roamed over her delicately sculpted legs, panty-clad crotch, bare stomach, and erotically parted lips. 

	His climax hit and he ejaculated in a trajectory that ended on Emily's stomach. The girl didn't move at all as his wad landed in spatters on her bare skin. Emily slept on, the picture of innocence except for the dollops of semen resting on her bare belly. 

	Taking a wad of tissues, Tony cleaned up what he could. Emily shifted in her sleep while he did so but never awoke to find her brother wiping his slime from her.

	The next evening, Tony hear Emily sniffling after she went to bed. He went into the room, finding her in a similar state of dress with her pajama top partially open. 

	"What's wrong?" he asked.

	"I'm scared. Daddy said he'd find a place for me to live for real but I don't know here that it is. I miss Grandma and I miss him. When I go, I'll miss you, too."

	"Hey, don't worry. I won't kick you out or anything. Unless you start snoring like a freight train."

	That got a smile from Emily but she still looked miserable. He touched her without thinking, just trying to comfort her, and found his hand lying flat across her belly. In slow circles he rubbed it and Emily sighed and wriggled her bottom against the mattress with contentment. 

	"I like that," she told him. "Your hand feels good on my tummy."

	And the little girl's naked belly felt incredible beneath his hand. Her skin was warm and smooth and the underlying flesh was childishly soft with the firmness of her body supporting it. He could have gone on longer but he leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on her lips. Emily murmured happily and he pulled the sheet up. Now his lips and his hand carried the heat of that contact. 

	She was in his feverish thoughts that night and the heat of her was all over him, urgent and moist. Her kisses were hard against him with her tongue accompanying her lips. In his visions, he had her demanding to do more and he awoke in a tangle of sweaty sheets, his prick hard against them. He furiously masturbated, conjuring the images of his dissipating dream and remembering the feel of her stomach.  

	His climax was huge and violent - the kind that made his balls ache for a moment afterward. But panting alone in the dark, he felt unfulfilled.

	Emily was happy to see Tony when he checked on her the next night. Although she was too shy to say anything, she arched her back to let him know where she wanted his hand. 

	"It makes me feel warm and nice in my tummy when you rub it," she whispered as his palm and fingers made circles on her bare skin. 

	Tony was taking his motions higher, his fingers skirting under the buttoned portion of her pajama top. When Emily didn't protest or shift her body, he took another step.

	"Do you want me to do your whole front?" he asked.

	"Uh huh," she affirmed, nodding.

	Tony delicately unfastened the button and pulled the shirt fully open. Emily lay with her arms out, unknowing of her brother's prurient interest in her nearly naked little body. On her torso, there was hardly any definition between the flatness of her belly and that of her chest - just a white expanse of smooth flesh still years away from the first touches of puberty. The girl's small panties - white with rainbows tonight - made her seem vulnerable with the thin, minimal fabric as the only barrier to her innocence.

	Unimpeded by the pajama shirt, Tony swirled his hand all over his little sister's bare chest. When he played with one of her nipples, Emily squirmed.

	"It tickles," she said.

	But Tony could feel the miniature disc hardening between his fingers. Emily's giggles died off to different, softer sounds in her throat as she experienced the first twinkling of arousal in her young life. The sweeps of Tony's hand enlarged again with regular contact with her nipples as he caressed both her chest and belly. 

	As the minutes passed, Tony considered the lower boundary of his movements. He allowed one finger to play over the elastic waist of Emily's panties a few times. Emboldened, he sneaked the tip under it, just barely. Emily remained passive as her brother began to explore inside.

	Tony didn't dare to go too far but he kept his hand on Emily's lower belly while he slid one finger, then a second, into the child's undies. She was just as smooth and warm under there, but knowing the proximity of where his fingers were made this small area of her body nearly unworldly to him. He stroked the skin just above her pubis with the pair of fingers while the rest of his hand massaged her belly.

	What would Emily do if he suddenly yanked her panties down? Tony wanted to thrust his hand down there, feeling everything she had. He wouldn't stop there - he couldn't stop there. Afraid of his waning control, Tony gingerly withdrew his hand, kissed Emily on the lips, and wished her good night after pulling the sheet over her body.

	While Tony was replaying what happened and wrestled with himself, Emily lay alone in bed. She knew he shouldn't have put his fingers in her panties because that was her private place. But it made her tummy so warm and kind of funny inside; even more than when he had touched those places on her chest. And although she didn't understand why, she was pretty sure that some of those feelings had moved a bit lower than her belly.

	"Tony? Can you rub my tummy, please?"

	Tony swore Emily had just gone to bed. Glancing at the corner scorebox of ballgame on television, he confirmed that she had left less than an inning ago. His willpower to resist doing anything unseemly with his sister was faltering but there was a large part of him that was cheering him on as he rode an untamed stallion with a raging hard-on toward the abyss.

	Emily lay on the bed and was obviously ready to continue. This time, the pajama top was completely off and she lay in only a pair of white panties with pink lacy trim. They seemed to be riding low and when he got closer, Tony understood why. Emily had pushed them down in front until he could see the beginning of the puffy rise in flesh of her mons. There was little else he could do to tease and tantalize now before he took her down the path that was calling to him.

	Still, he started on her chest and stomach, the only titillation being the working of her tiny niplets. Then he leaned in as his hand returned to her belly and dabbed at the pink points with his tongue. Emily mewled at the touch and Tony's hand went lower. His fingers kneaded the bare skin just above her lowered panties.

	"Did you like it when I touched you here last night?" he asked.

	"Uh huh. It made my tummy warm and gurgling and...and other stuff," she admitted.

	With that, she sealed their course.

	Tony slid his hand into Emily's panties, not stopping until his fingers were wrapped around the eight year-old's hairless cunny. Shocked, the girl immediately drew her legs together to try to block him.

	"You...you're touching my kitty!" she gasped.

	"Don't worry," he murmured.

	He fondled her immature mound, making the warmth become much hotter. Surrendering to these strange sensations, Emily relaxed her legs and then parted them again. Tony's index finger found its way into her slit, tracing inside the little furrow and probing the sensitive flesh. Emily's clitty was rubbed and when Tony returned his finger lower toward her entrance, he felt the dampness collecting there. It was his sister's first arousal.

	"Oh no!" Emily sniffled.

	"What's wrong?"

	"My kitty. Something...it's wet and I don't know why."

	"It's okay. That just means you're ready for sex."

	"But sex is something grown-ups do."

	"I don't mind. You can do it, too."

	"You'll let me?"

	Tony fought hard not to laugh, showing that he still had some self-control, albeit in a different vein. 

	"Of course."

	Emily was silent for a moment, averting her eyes before she looked up at him with dreadful embarrassment.

	"Tony...I don't know how to do sex," she confessed.

	"It's easy. You just lie back and let me do all the work."

	As Tony removed her panties, Emily pieced things together. Sex had something to do with her private parts because they made her a girl. She hoped it also meant she'd get those flutters she had come to enjoy. Now Tony was looking at her privates and seemed happy.

	Tony stared for a moment at his younger sister's childish sex. It was so small and pure, unmarred by any hair and still retaining the chubby roundness of her tender age. Parting her labia, he saw the light pink of her inner jewel; the nubbin of her tweaked clit, the fragile edges of her inner lips and the glistening membrane of her maidenhead. 

	Lowering his head, he pushed her legs up and apart so that her heels were nearly touching her buttocks. Emily nervously nibbled on one of her fingers while her big brother brought his mouth against her. 

	"Ah!" she breathily called out as her quim was orally taken. 

	Tony's hands captured the firm globes of her little rump, squeezing as he held her place while giving her virgin snatch a solid eating. Emily moaned and twisted her upper body, chewing now on her finger as watched her brother's head moving. She couldn't see his mouth on her but she could feel every bit of his lips and tongue as he orally molested her. 

	Emily's tummy might have been fluttering but she now knew the strongest feelings were farther below in her loins. They were getting hotter, almost electric and there was a liquid knot welling up. She didn't understand what her body was doing but she tried to move in her brother's grasp, hunching her pelvis to cram her creamy little twat into his mouth until this thing...BLEW UP!

	Emily warbled as her climax hit. She lost all control, shaking and moaning as the waves ripped through her young body. Tony sucked at her juices, his penis raging hard at the knowledge that he had just given the little girl her first orgasm.

	"Wh-what happened to me?" Emily finally managed to ask.

	"You came."

	"Huh?"

	"Cumming is when you have what's called an orgasm. If sex is done right, you cum."

	"Oh! We had sex?"

	Tony looked into the earnest face of his sister.

	"Yes, some of it."

	"There's more?"

	"Yes, do you want more?"

	Emily's finger returned to her teeth as she nibbled it. It made her look both shy and inviting. Unable to speak, she nodded.

	After stripping his clothes, Tony knelt in front of her and folded her legs up against her body. Her gleaming cunt was open to him and he put his prick head against the oozing cleft. Never having seen a penis before, Emily was mesmerized and shivered when it made contact with her private place.

	Tony pushed into her, spreading the bald lips of her mound apart. His glans squeezed between her inner lips and pushed at her hymen just as the tip of it cleared her portal.

	"It's going to sting for just a little bit," Tony said.

	Emily wondered why. They were touching their privates together and it felt good. She had never paid much attention to her kitty before but now she had an orgasm (what a wonderful word) and this interesting position. 

	Figuring it was best to get it done, Tony shoved his cock forward, deflowering his little sister as he felt the membrane give way. He had planned to stop to give Emily a moment to recover but the intoxicating liquid warmth of her snug cavity demanded that he get all of it that he could. Still, he moved slowly, penetrating the virgin interior of the eight year-old beneath him. 

	The pain was mercifully gone but Emily was stunned by what she was experiencing. Never had she imagined what lay between her legs but she stared as she watched her brother's hardness sink between the bulging lips of her hairless pussy. Her little mound looked so different with a cock in it but she could feel him sliding deeper and deeper into her.

	"You're way in my tummy," she murmured dazedly. 

	Tony nodded at the child's innocent observation of her first copulation. When he reached bottom, most of his dick was inside. Then he pulled out part of the way, his shaft showing the red streaks of the little girl's vanquished virginity. 

	Emily saw her blood, too, but any concerns she tried to voice were overwhelmed as the turgid girth of her adult brother's prick ground its way deep inside of her snug, ravished cunny again. Her insides felt mushy where he moved and the friction against her young flesh made her want to have another orgasm. 

	Tony was impressed by how much Emily was getting into this. On only the second stroke, she was squirming and gasping as he plugged her prepubescent snatch. He kept plowing into her tight, gooey pussy, making the tiny place stretch around his cock. It clung to him like a second, slippery skin. 

	Looking for a way to prolong his first time inside his baby sister, he stopped with as much of his length as he could get inside of her, keeping her childish cunt completely stuffed. Then he fingered her clit, making her writhe and blather wordlessly until a second climax took her. As the eight year-old came helplessly, her juicy twat convulsed on the hardened organ inside it. It seemed to make her orgasmic vibrations bounce back on themselves and Emily screeched as her climax was prolonged and strengthened. 

	Not waiting for her to finish, Tony started fucking the child again. The compressions of her tiny pussy pulsed violently against his cock and gobs of little girl juice squished out of the fleshy seal where her bald cunny was wrapped around the sliding meat. With her arms flung out widely and her legs spread for her big brother, Emily weakly accepted the plunging prick that continued to work inside her taut little passage. 

	"I'm going to cum inside of you now," he said. "I'm going to cum in the place where you will make babies."

	The next convulsions came in Tony's scrotum. Thick pulses of semen roared through his dick, making it widen slightly inside the youngster's straining snatch. Emily felt the heat of a new liquid invasion, not understanding where babies come from but learning the feel of jism inside of her most intimate place.

	Tony's sperm enriched the tiny womb of his eight year-old sister who was unready to use the incestuous seed. Emily put a hand over her tummy, wondering at all of it but knowing that somehow she and her brother were joined in a special way.

	Tony had stayed in her bed and she was snuggled up beside him after falling asleep. For a moment, she wondered if it was a dream but the stickiness she felt between her little legs confirmed what had really happened. She lay on her side, thinking of everything until she felt his hand caressing her back and bottom. 

	"Tony, when I go away, will you get a girlfriend and do sex with her?"

	"I suppose I would."

	"Oh."

	"Or I could keep you here for good. It would make it easier for Dad to visit you and you've already got friends here."

	"Really?" she gasped with excitement.

	"Yeah, but having you around means I probably won't have a girlfriend."

	"If you don't have a girlfriend, would you do sex with me?"

	"Yeah, I guess. But only if you don't get tired of cumming all the time."

	Emily didn't answer with words. Instead, she rolled on her back and spread her legs to offer her bald little treasure to her big brother.



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