After his wife passed away a couple of years ago, he and his daughter moved to another state to start a new life. But it was hard - very hard. Thomas provided well for his daughter....but he knew she missed her mother. He missed his wife badly, and was very very lonely. But life had to go on.

But one day, he overheard a conversation between his daughter and his niece. And he was stunned.

But turned on.

That fateful night, as he was walking by the bedroom of his daughters room, he heard giggling. Thomas figured on scolding the two girls - cause it was so late, and he knew they should already have been asleep. But instead of going into the bedroom, he stood outside the door and listened.

"Tammy....you should try it. It's fun!" exclaimed the other girl. Her name was Vicky.

"But Vicky...none of the boys like me.They call me ugly." Tammy said.

Thomas felt saddened at the remark. Tammy wasn't a raving beauty. She had his looks, and was considered by many to be a plain jane type of girl. Thomas wished she had her mothers looks. His late wife was a red haired beauty.

"And alotta girls in school won't hang with me."

Vicky sucked her teeth. "Forget them. They're a bunch of jerks. They call me ugly too. But am more of a woman than any of them."

"What do you mean?"

"I know how to make a man happy."

"Huh?"

Thomas froze at Vicky's words.

"I know how to make love to a man."

"You do??" Tammy squeaked. " How? Who taught you?"

"My daddy taught me."

Outside the bedroom, Thomas' mouth dropped open in surprise. Vicky and her father??? His brother?? Incest?? Thomas leaned closer to the door and listened even more intensely.

"But...you're only 11!" Tammy said.

"No matter. Daddy decided that he was gonna' teach me how to make love so that when I do find a decent boyfriend I can make him happy so that he won't ever leave me."

"Did he pop your cherry? Tammy asked innocently. "He sure did."

"Ooohh!! How?? Tell me everything!"

Thomas listened carefully as Vicky described every detail of her first time with her father. How he played with her to get her wet, how he at first stuck his thing into her and slowly pushed in.

Thomas could feel his own cock swelling at hearing the description of Vicky's first time. His heart was beating loudly in his ears, and unconsciously his hand snaked down his jeans and began to rub his hard on. As he listened to every word Vicky was saying, he envisioned his little girl beneath him, writhing in exctasy as he was pistoning his cock in and out of her sex.

The sudden sound of giggling snapped Thomas out of his daydreaming, and he stepped back from the door.

He quickly went to his own bedroom, locked the door and quickly stripped his clothing off. He laid back on the bed and began to furiously masturbate, his hand a blur on his cock. With a loud groan he came, shooting several strands of cum up into the air. It all landed on his chest. He laid there, breathing heavily and suddenly feeling guilty for fantasizing about his little girl. He roze from his bed, went into the bathroom and washed up.

He went to sleep, still feeling guilty.

The next morning Thomas woke up early to make breakfast for the girls. His mind kept wandering back to what he overheard last night, and he remembered the sexual dreams he had as a result of what he overheard. He shook his head and took several deep breaths to control the inflating member in his jeans.

He then suddenly realized the girls were in the kitchen, and turned to face them. He smiled nervously at them as they settled into their seats around the kitchen table.

"G'mornin daddy." Tammy said.