Duncan Fox
Daddy_s darling daughter

CHAPTER 1

Bubbling over with good spirits, Judy dashed down the hall from her room, her feet thundering along the floor. Skipping every third stair, she managed to avoid sliding down the banister, remembering her father's latest explosion when she had done so and scratched the highly polished rail. At the bottom of the stairs, Judy slowed her headlong rush and tried to assume a dignity more in keeping with her nearly thirteen years-well, anyway, almost twelve and a half years. She was becoming a grown-up woman now, she reminded herself, and giggled. After all, hadn't she gotten her first bra over a month ago now? As she went toward the kitchen, Judy glanced down with pride at the developing mounds on her chest. She became aware of the soft touch of air over her trim, tanned belly, below the short top she wore. The frayed fringe of the chopped-off Levi's she wore tickled her slender legs as she walked.

"Good morning, Judy," her mother greeted her. "Your eggs will be ready in a few minutes."

"Thanks, Mom," Judy replied, giving her mother a quick peck on the cheek.

"Good morning, Sugar," Judy's father greeted her, looking up from his paper and giving her a smile.

"Good morning, Daddy," Judy replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek. As usual, he smelled faintly of after-shave lotion, and even though he had just shaved, his whiskers scraped Judy's sensitive cheek.

Judy sat in her usual chair, made her usual face and drank her usual orange juice. As she did so, she cast a quick, sideways glance at her father. His hair was just beginning to become peppered with flecks of silver, especially at his sideburns. Judy decided it was going to be terribly distinguished and hoped he wouldn't ever think of coloring it or anything. Carol's daddy had done that, and it looked really weird.

"What's on your agenda for today?" Judy's mother asked, bringing the eggs over from the stove.

"I dunno," Judy answered. "Nothing, I guess."

"Well, I'm not going to be home all day. I've got a shopping trip this morning, and garden club this afternoon. You'll have to fend for yourself."

"Okay, Mom," Judy replied around a mouthful of eggs.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," her mother corrected her automatically. "And I don't want you swimming while we're not here. Agreed?"

"Yes, Mother," Judy sighed. "I know the rules."

"Well, I just want to make sure you remember them," her mother answered. "It's not safe to swim alone. Something could happen and you might drown."

"Yes, Mother," Judy sighed again.

"Now, Mildred, I'm sure Judy knows the rules and understands them," Judy's father said. "She's getting to be a big girl now, remember."

Judy flushed with pleasure at the remark and again glanced down at her developing breasts. She took a deep breath to stick them out farther. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her father looking at her, a strange light in his eyes and a smile on his lips. His look made Judy feel even better. "Gosh, it's a nice day. Too bad you have to go to work, Daddy."

Judy's father looked out the window. "I know what you mean, Sugar. I'll try to get home early. If you're around, we can get in some swimming."

"That'd be great, Daddy," Judy bubbled.

Breakfast finished, Judy excused herself from the table and dashed outside into the bright summer sunshine. It was warm already, and the sun was hot on Judy's bare arms and legs, burning through the thin cotton of her top onto her shoulders. The water of the swimming pool was dead calm, an inviting pool of blue. Judy thought of how the cool water would feel washing over her slender body, how it would make the nipples of her little breasts peak and harden into little knots. She remembered how it had felt one time, when, in violation of her parents rules, she had gone swimming when no one was at home. She'd gone swimming in the nude, and the cool water had rushed over her body like a million tiny fingers. It had pried into places it didn't normally reach when she wore a suit and had excited her and left her feeling warm and strange down inside.

Walking past the pool, Judy heard her father's car start up and back out of the garage. Reaching the back fence, Judy climbed the stack of boxes piled there, rather than struggling with the latch on the gate. Dropping down on the other side of the fence, Judy went almost to her knees before recovering her balance.

Behind the house was a large tract of wilderness. Kicking through the dry leaves, she wandered down a familiar path. The shadow and light of the sun through the trees made her blink: The woods were deep and shadowed, dappled with sun. A flash of color caught her eye, and she bent down to pick a flower.

Twirling it between her fingers turned it into a pinwheel of color. She wondered if she could hypnotize herself by staring and spinning the blossom, then quickly stopped, afraid she might succeed and then not be able to wake herself.

Something rustled in the underbrush, making Judy jump and turn. All she could see was the tail of a large dog loping off through the trees. She whistled and called to it, but it kept moving away from her.

Taking a generally downhill course, Judy strolled down familiar paths toward the stream at the bottom of the hill. She'd lived here all her life, and ever since she'd been old enough to open the gate by herself, she had roamed these same paths. She could let her mind wander while her feet selected their own way down the hillside. Judy found herself thinking of the changes that were slowly taking place in her body and around her. The burgeoning of her breasts into snowy-white mounds was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her, she decided. Now boys would have something to be interested in. Her father seemed more interested in her, too, though he kept it hidden from her mother.

Judy had caught his eyes lingering on her just the night before while she had been watching television. He thought she wouldn't notice, keeping his face buried in a magazine, but Judy had seen how his eyes flickered over to her whenever he thought she wasn't looking. Noticing his attention, Judy had carefully leaned back on her arms and arched her spine slightly as she sat on the floor, posing the way she had seen a girl in a bikini bathing suit posing one time in a picture.

Later on, after she had put on her pajamas, Judy had come downstairs to kiss her parents good night. Her mother had been knitting and had hardly noticed when Judy had kissed her on the cheek. Her father, however, had carefully set his book aside and taken Judy in his arms. As he had kissed her on the cheek, his hands had wandered over Judy's back for a few exciting seconds. She had become aware of a strange bulge growing in his lap; then, her heart pounding, she had gotten up and moved away, suddenly conscious of her naked body under the flimsy shorty pajamas. Her heart beating fast, she had hurried upstairs and gotten into bed. A strange itching in her crotch kept her from sleeping for a long time.

Judy suddenly took stock of where she had emerged from the woods. At her feet, a shallow stream a few feet wide gurgled and chuckled in its bed, rippling over the stones. The sunlight flashed back at Judy from the surface of the clear water, and here and there a water-strider's feet made dimples in the surface as it skated over the water. In a little pool a crayfish staggered and lurched over the pebbles, its claws reaching in search of some breakfast, pulling invisible bits of moss from the stones.

Judy kicked off, her worn sneakers and lay on her back, her feet trailing in the icy water. As she lay there, she looked up through the leaves of the trees.

The sky was a deep, marvelous blue that led her mind out and out. The sun was hot on Judy's breasts.

Getting up, Judy waded along the stream, feeling the slippery hardness of the rocks under her feet, waving her arms wildly to keep her balance when she slipped on the slick rocks. Wrapping her arms around the overhanging limb of a tree, Judy swung her legs up and scissored them around it, hanging upside down over the stream, her pony tail trailing just above the surface of the water.

Tipping her head back, Judy tried to hang back far enough from the tree to dip her hair in the water, but missed by a fraction of an inch. Finally, the rough bark of the tree scraping her bare legs, Judy managed to pull herself up on top of the limb. The hard mass of wood pressed in between her thighs as she wrapped her legs around it. Hanging over the water, Judy cushioned her cheek on the limb and daydreamed. The pressure of the branch between her legs triggered strange, exciting feelings in her body. The sun was warm on her back, making her acutely conscious of her skin.

Letting her mind wander, Judy found herself remembering that bulge in her father's lap the night before She wondered what it meant. She remembered how, at the movies last weekend, her boy friend had wanted her to put her hand in his lap. She almost had, but then something had happened in the movie to distract her. Later, when be again tried to pull her hand over, Judy had yanked it away and reached for the popcorn instead, her cheeks flaming in the darkness. Just because Johnny was fourteen, he thought he knew everything.

Thinking of Johnny gave Judy another exciting feeling in the pit of her stomach, and she rubbed her crotch against the tree.

A blue jay screamed overhead, making Judy look up suddenly. He was a bright flash of blue against the dark green of the leaves above her as he hopped from branch to branch, squawking loudly. "Oh, go away, Mr. Jay," she muttered, upset at having her daydream interrupted. The feelings in her stomach were new and exciting and pleasant. Snuggling herself tightly against the branch, she tried to recapture her mood. She tried thinking of Johnny, and felt a tiny flicker of excitement. At the movies she had let him kiss her, and then he had reached a hand over to her breasts. His touch had made her nipples, harden just the way the cold water of the swimming pool did, except this time there was a different feeling to it. Judy had been disappointed that she had worn a bra to the movies. After all, she didn't really need one, and then Johnny could have touched her breasts even more closely, and maybe even felt her nipples getting hard when he pressed her.

Draped over the branch, Judy's excitement slowly burned higher, making her scrub her crotch against the wood. Her breasts were tingling, and Judy took her hands and cupped the small mounds, pressing them the way Johnny had. With her eyes closed, Judy concentrated on the feelings that were building in her belly.

Wrapping, her legs more tightly around the tree, she pressed her crotch against the limb, her increasing excitement making her grind her crotch against the tree even harder. She thought of kissing Johnny, and remembered how he had wanted to stick his tongue into her mouth. At first she had resisted in disgust. But then, when he had finally wedged her mouth open and managed to get his tongue inside, he bad tasted like popcorn and candy, and her heart had pounded even harder.

Judy's little breasts felt tender and full as she hung over the limb. Her thighs ached for something other than just the limb of the tree between them.

She clamped her legs around the big limb as tightly as she could, grinding her crotch against the rough bark. The zipper of her shorts was a hard bulge against her sensitive pussy, pressing in against her pubic bone, creating a knot of pleasure. Squeezing her tits desperately with both hands, Judy hung precariously on the branch, scrubbing her crotch over the rough bark. The lumps and bumps on the bark rasped over her sensitive crotch, creating more and more pleasure. Judy didn't know exactly what was happening, but liked every minute of it and worked harder to make her pleasure greater and greater. She found herself imagining she was naked, her bare body pressed against the rasping bark of the tree, the sun hot on her naked back. Something bigger and bigger began to boil up inside her, making her breathe harder and harder. Abandoning herself totally to her pleasure, Judy wrapped her arms around the limb, closed her eyes and let the feeling overwhelm her in a series of cresting waves that drove higher and higher. At last everything in the universe disappeared, except the indescribably delicious feeling that ripped through her body, seeming to melt it down into a helpless puddle of joy. As the sensation roared through Judy, she clung to the branch, whimpering with pleasure, biting her lip, tears of joy trickling from between her eyelids.

Then slowly, slowly, the pleasure began to fade away, dropping off ever so gradually, leaving her exhausted and panting, clinging desperately to the branch, fighting for breath. As she came slowly back to earth, Judy again became aware of the woods around her, of the stream flowing under her, of the warm sun on her back and of the birds in the trees. Her crotch felt achy and funny in a nice, satisfied way, while her breasts, those tender, new breasts, felt all soft and wonderful in her bra. Inside, Judy felt all relaxed and warm.

With a sigh she rubbed her cheek against the scratchy bark of the tree.

Hesitantly, she rubbed her crotch on the bark of the tree again, but, this time there was nothing, no response, no increasing glow of pleasure. Giving up, not very disappointed, Judy hung over the branch of the tree, her arms and legs dangling down to within a few inches of the stream. Idly, she wondered what it was that had just happened to her. She had never felt anything like it before.

For some reason, Judy found herself remembering a strange occurrence of a week ago, at night, when she was supposed to have been asleep. She'd been awakened by the urge to go to the bathroom. The sheets had felt smooth and cool against her bare arms and legs. Unable to put off the urge, she'd crept out of bed and tiptoed to the door of her room. Listening carefully, she hesitated before opening it. Usually when Judy had to get up in the night, her mother would wake up and ask what was the matter. Judy hated that. It made her feel like a baby.

She opened her door a fraction of an inch at a time and peered cautiously out into the hall. There had been no sound, so she had crept down the hail to the bathroom and slipped inside.

As she used the toilet, Judy had heard strange noises coming faintly through the wall of her parents' room. On her way back to her room, holding her breath with curiosity, Judy had gone to their keyhole and peeked through. Only one light was on, casting a soft glow over her parents' bed as Judy spied on it. It was hard to see, but the noises were definitely coming from there. The covers had been thrown back, and her parents were both on the bed, her dad on top of her mom. Her mother had wrapped her legs around his muscular hips, and he was moving his hips regularly, pressing them against her. The noise was the sound of the bed squeaking and her mother sighing loudly. Something about the scene had stirred the same strange feelings in Judy's tummy as rubbing on the tree branch had done just now. Judy had had the urge to scratch her slit, but remembered how her mother had told her that was dirty and not nice. Fighting down the urge, her curiosity stimulated and unsatisfied, Judy had sneaked back to bed. It had taken a long time to get to sleep.

"Hey, Judy, whatcha doing up there?" someone asked, breaking in on Judy's reverie.

"Nothin'," Judy replied, turning to see who it was.

"Why don't you come with me? Jimmy's got some new things he wants to show off," the boy suggested.

"Wait a minute, Billy. I gotta get my shoes," Judy said, scrambling briskly down the tree.

Billy paced the bank, his feet rustling through the dry leaves. He was wearing a tattered pair of shorts. His blond hair was shaggy and uncombed, drooping down over his tanned and freckled forehead. "Hurry up, will you?"

"I'm hurrying," Judy answered, tying her sneakers carefully. "What's Jimmy got that's so all fired exciting?"

"I dunno," Billy admitted, brushing the hair back out of his eyes with one hand. "He just told me to meet him at the usual place."

"It's too hot to run," Judy protested when Billy threatened to trot off down the path away from her. It wasn't really, but Judy felt lazy after her time on the branch, and her muscles felt all loose and shaky. There was a spot of moistness at her crotch that was cold and sticky as she walked along. She glanced down cautiously, and was relieved to see that nothing showed on the outside of her shorts.

"What were you doing up in the tree?" Billy asked.

"Nothing special," Judy answered carefully. "I thought there was a bird's nest I could reach."

"Naah, couldn't be," Billy retorted. "You know Jimmy and me got every bird nest in the woods."

"Oh, you did not," Judy answered.

"Did so," Billy shot back. "We got every single one."

"Then where are the baby birds going to live?"

"I dunno," Billy answered briskly. "And I don't care."

"Besides, there's a bird's nest right up there." Judy pointed.

"So maybe we didn't get all of them," Billy admitted, leading the way from the stream along a winding trail. From the thickness of the woods, it was hard to believe they were only a few minutes walk from a busy housing development.

Judy's house was on one side of the woods, one of the older houses. On the other side, barely a mile away, was a neatly laid-out housing development with uniform houses, perfect lawns and carefully channeled streams. Since the building of the development, the woods had become laced with paths. The school was on the same side of the woods as Judy's house, and the children from the development had quickly found the short cuts through.

"I thought Jimmy was away," Judy noted, picking her steps carefully through a series of roots and rocks.

"He just got back," Billy answered. "That's where he got what he got."

"So what'd he get?" Judy asked.

"I don't' know, dummy," Billy shot back. "He didn't tell me."

"Well, I sure hope it's worth the trip," Judy panted. The path had become steep and winding, curling toward the top of a hill. At the top of the hill was a depression of unknown origin, perhaps the last, lingering remnants of a basement. It was a frequent hangout of Jimmy, Billy, Judy and some of the others in the area.

"There he is," Billy shouted, pointing down into the hollow.

"Well, hurry up," Judy urged, pushing Billy ahead of her into the depression.

"What took you so long?" Jimmy asked.

"Ahhhh, Judy didn't want to run," Billy snorted.

"It's too hot," Judy observed. "What you got?"

"Look," Jimmy urged, waving one hand.

"Wow, what is it?" Billy asked, pawing through the heap indicated.

"Real Indian stuff," Jimmy answered. "The stuff real Indians wear."

"Really? Lemme see." Judy pushed through to see. There were headbands and feathers, and belts and something else. "What's this?" she asked, holding up a strip of brightly colored, beaded material.

"A breechcloth," Jimmy stated authoritatively.

"So what is it?" Billy asked, holding up a second one and a beaded belt.

"It's what they wear instead of pants," Jimmy answered shortly.

"Couldn't be," Billy announced, holding the strip of cloth around his waist as if it were a towel.

"Not that way," Jimmy snorted. "This way." He took the breechcloth Judy was holding and picked up a second beaded belt. Wrapping the belt around his waist, he tucked one end of the cloth over the belt, then passed the rest of it through his legs and put it over the belt in back. "Only they don't wear nothing else."

"No kiddin'?" Billy exclaimed. Awkwardly, he tried to duplicate what Jimmy had done, but the cloth was too short. "It don't work with me."

"That's because you got a bunch of other clothes on, silly," Judy said.

Jimmy was swaggering around with his breechcloth over his pants but the cloth kept pulling out of the belt. "I think she's right," Jimmy observed.

"Well, I ain't gonna take my pants off with her around," Billy stated.

"I seen it all before anyway," Judy snorted, lying.

"Come on, let's put them on right," Jimmy urged. "We can go behind the bushes."

"Well, okay," Billy reluctantly agreed. "But no peeking," he ordered Judy.

"I won't peek," Judy answered, bending down and picking up one of the headbands. Slipping it around her forehead, she lifted a hand to check the position of the single feather it held. Through the bushes she saw the occasional flicker of one of the boys' bodies as they shed their pants and slipped on the breechcloths. There was a great deal of whispering and muttering as they changed.

Suddenly, with a chorus of whoops and shouts, they bounded out from behind the bushes, their tanned bodies flashing in the dappled sunlight.

Judy eyed the two of them carefully, her cheeks flaming. "You don't have anything on," she observed.

"We do so," Billy shot back, looking down at himself.

"Sure we do," Jimmy agreed.

"Well, it sure ain't much," Judy snorted. Their outfits covered much less than their bathing suits, as was evident from the un-tanned skin that showed. While the breech-clothes covered their privates, as Judy called them, they left their sides bare except for the negligible strip of belt around their middles. In back, their buttocks were barely concealed. The flaps of cloth hanging down front and rear concealed little.

"You can't see nothing," Billy snorted, looking down, unsure of himself.

"Hey, let's play Indians," Jimmy urged, snatching up the headdress.

"Yeah, let's," Judy agreed.

"Gimme my, headband, squaw," Billy snorted, grabbing for the one Judy was wearing.

"What can I wear?" Judy asked, looking around the clearing. There didn't seem to be anything left.

"You be the white settler, and we'll capture you," Jimmy said, adjusting the angle of the headdress.

"Yeah, let's capture her," Billy cheered.

There was something new in Jimmy's and Billy's eyes, and Judy started to back away.