about the licentious ideas that had crossed through his mind concerning Jo. They were undeniably wrong, and he wouldn't permit himself the luxury of indulging in them.
After donning another supporter, he dressed in slacks and knit shirt, slipped into loafers and combed his hair, then went to the living room to recover his cigarettes and proceeded to the kitchen for a much needed drink. Pulling down a bottle of brandy, he tossed off a half tumblerful neat, then made a stiff highball with water. Then he returned to the front room to catch the noon news on TV.
The announcer was going into great detail on the weather when Peggy came through the front door. She waved a hello, then came over to stand quietly by his chair and join him in watching the screen.
His eleven-year old was a smaller edition of her sister, with a shade darker hair and a more impish gleam in her blue eyes. She was wearing a strapless halter over breasts a size or two large for her age, and skin-tight mini shorts that outlined her pubic region clearly and displayed the split that dipped into her crotch.
When a game show came on, he turned to her, smiled, and patted her on a well-molded convex bun. “Well, how did it go, youngster? Have you got all your lines down right?”
“Yeah, I think so. Mrs. Knox was happy, anyway. Dad, did Jo get back from town yet?”
“Yes, but she's not feeling too hot. Right now she's laying down. Why?”
“Oh, I'll talk to her later. How about some lunch? I'm darn near starved!”
“Okay, but don't bother Jo. She can eat something when she gets up.”
“Sure. I'll fix some soup and sandwiches.”
Dan looked her up and down when she crossed in front of him on her way to the kitchen, and it registered that he was seeing her in an entirely new perspective. In essence, Peggy was every bit as attractive as Jo, only she came in a littler package. Anyone looking at her with lustful thoughts in mind would see a choice piece of ass with a body screaming to be fucked, and it might never cross their mind that she was so young.
Moaning inwardly, he focused on the TV and channeled his attention away from the girls. After all, he wasn't a lecher. He'd heard and read about fathers who had seduced willing and unwilling daughters and even other children, and had always been revolted. People who committed such acts were on a level beneath sadists and murderers, and he wasn't about to sink to such lowly depths.
Peggy called him to the table, and he carried his glass with him, refilling it at the counter before sitting down. Sipping on his soup, he found his eyes drawn to the gentle slopes of her tits above the thin band of a halter and was startled by the sparks of passion they aroused in him. With an effort he lifted his line of sight and tried to start a conversation.
“All set for the big dress rehearsal tonight?”
“Uh-huh. That is, sort of.”
He let that pass, knowing she would tell him in her own good time. “Am I supposed to take you there and bring you back?”
“No, just take me there. Mrs. Knox will drop me off after.”
“That's nice of her. What did you want to talk to Jo about?”
She looked down at her bowl and stirred her soup idly. She was reluctant to explain her problems to a man, even her father, but with her mother gone, she decided to go ahead as she might need his help, and at the moment the play was the biggest thing in her life.
“Mrs. Knox told me there were a couple of things I had to do before tonight.”
“Oh? What?” He put down his spoon and took a swallow of his drink.
Peggy's face reddened and she pushed her bowl away. “Well, she said I'm too big. Up here.” She pointed toward her haltered orbs, then dropped her hands to her lap. “In the play I'm only supposed to be eight, and she says I look more like fifteen, maybe older.”
Dan hid a smile behind his hand. “And what are you supposed to do about something like that?”
“I don't know,” Peg said meekly. “She said maybe I could wrap something around 'em so they wouldn't stick out so much.”
“I'm sure we can take care of that somehow,” he said, stifling a laugh. He could imagine the girl's mortification at being told her tits were too big. “Anything else?”
The blush spread down to her neck, and her shoulders tensed. There was a lapse of several seconds before she answered. “Yeah, one other thing. See, in the second act, the family sits down to eat in the middle of the stage, and I'm facing the audience. I have to wear a real short skirt 'cause I'm a little kid.”
“That makes sense. So?”
Peg took a moment to lick her dry lips nervously, then said, “Well, Mrs. Knox was sitting out front the other night directing us, and she said she could see… she could see the hair sticking out around my panties. See, the audience is lower than the stage, and they can look right up between my legs. She thought I should cut it off or shave myself or something.”
This was more serious than Dan had expected, and he had to recover his composure before he could make a remark. “Couldn't you just keep your legs together? That seems a pretty easy solution to me.”
She tilted her head up and looked at him with sincere honesty. “I do, other times, Dad! Really! But when I'm trying to remember my lines and listen for my cues I just forget! Gosh, I'd hate to have all those people looking at me down there and laughing at me! It'd be just awful!”
“Slow down, now. Let's look at this logically. Even if you did trim your hair off they could still see your, uhh, panties. What are you going to do about that?”
“I've thought about it. I'm going to borrow mom's black stretch panties. That way they can't really see anything, you know?”
“Sounds reasonable.” Dan drained his glass, then rose and stepped to the counter. He sloshed in some more brandy and added ice cubes and water. “All you have to do now is cut your hair and you're in business, right?”
“Huh uh. That's why I wanted Jo. See, I've never done that before, and I wanted her to show me how. I'm afraid that I'll, you know, cut myself or something. Maybe Jo could even do it for me.”
With the drink in his hand, Dan strode over to her side and peered down at her upturned face and the deep cleavage that seemed to accentuate her enormous tits and through which he could almost see her naked navel.
Instinct told him that he should let well enough alone, but the desire to scan Peg's delicate torso as he had Jo's was much stronger than any moral conscience. In fact, Jo had only whetted his already existent appetite for young virgins, and now he wanted to touch and fondle and feel vibrant youthful delights.
“Honey, Jo's not feeling well at all. I had to give her an enema, and it hurt her quite a bit.”
“Honest?” Peggy was stupefied that her sister would let him perform such a personal act on her. Jo had always seemed too shy to let a man look at those parts of her anatomy.
“That's right. And I don't imagine she'll be much better the rest of the afternoon. Why don't we go to my room and see what we can do to get you ready for the rehearsal?”
The second jolt left her breathless. She had been sternly directed by her mother never to reveal parts of her body to a male, though truthfully she had never said anything about her father. Still, she had qualms about showing him her boobies and that place down there between her legs that her mother hadn't even seen since she began sprouting hair.
“Gee, Dad, I'm not sure. I don't know whether I want you to, you know, see me without anything on. I'm a big girl now.”
He laughed, more to ease her balkiness than anything else, then leaned against the table. “Peg, you were running around naked in front of me until you were, oh, seven years old, I guess. I've even given you baths. Don't you remember?”
“Yeah, kinda, but this isn't the same thing. I'm a lot older, and I've… changed a lot.”
“Not that much, sweetie. Anyway, I saw Jo without a stitch, so why should it bother you? I'm your dad. There's nothing bad about my seeing you in your birthday suit.”
“I wouldn't be too bothered, I guess, but-I'd be a little bit jittery.”
Dan responded as patiently as he could so as not to alarm her. “Peg, if you're a big girl as you say, you wouldn't let something like that throw you. I know how badly you want to be in that play, and I can help. Now I'll leave it up to you. Shall we go take care of things, or not?”
The reference to her being a big girl was all it took. No one was going to doubt that she was growing into a young lady, especially her dad. She stood up with determination written all over her face and pushed her chest out
