Every father thinks that there is something very special about any daughter of his. He loves them from their birth and watches them grow, shares with them all the difficulties of growing up, and finally sees them leave the nest to continue with their own lives. There is a love, a special kind of love, that means that they will always be there for eachother. A love which gives each the desire to comfort and protect eachother in times of need, sadness or distress. Sometimes this love goes further to the point when a greater physical love plays a part.

This story reaches that point and beyond. Andrew had worked hard all his life without too much to show for it. True, he had a reasonable income, nice house and a few good friends but there was a gap, a void that needed filling. For many years this gap had been filled by his little daughter Alison. He worked to provide for her, his life was scheduled to give her what she needed. Many people would say that Andrew gave her everything she wanted, but that was not true. He knew that he would do her no favors by spoiling her. He gave her everything that she would need in life -- education and love. As she grew she became more independent. A maturing girl loves her father no less than before, but she begins to want to strike out on her own. She has friends with whom she can go places without the need of a chaperone. She can do more of her schoolwork without help. She wants to choose her clothes for herself. In short she requires less of her parents, relying on her own initiative and resources. Alison was no different from other girls in this but it created a problem for Andrew. The more she did on her own the more the loneliness set in for him. A feeling of envy or maybe rejection, a feeling that his usefulness had come to an end. It was then that he found that his love for Alison began to change. The pair of them had lived alone since Ali was three years old. Her mother had died in a car crash and left the two of them with but eachother. Andrew always knew that part of his wife would always live on in Alison. By now she was a beautiful, intelligent young girl just beginning to develop into a young woman. Andrew began to notice her looks more and more, he could not help thinking of her mother who had been a beauty.

She was beginning to develop the same look that he had fallen for with his wife so many years ago. Ali had the most gorgeous red hair which fell just over her shoulders and bounced and flowed as she walked. Her eyes were a hypnotic green that could fix you to the spot and then gleam at you sending a shiver of happiness right through your whole body. Her face was accentuated with the lightest of freckles on each cheek. Andrew loved the way they rose and fell as she smiled or laughed. She would wear jeans and t-shirts most of the time but on special occasions she would wear the black dress that used to be her mother's. Now that she was older it fitted her frame so much better. She was wearing this dress when he first noticed the change happening in him. As she stood in the hallway waiting to go to a neighbor's Christmas party he looked at her. His eyes took in the lovely body that was growing inside that dress. Her tiny, little breasts were just pushing the black material away from her body. They bobbled slightly as she moved. The material clung more to her hips, molding itself around the curves of her growing body. Andrew felt a slight stirring in his loins. Embarrassed, he looked away and rebuked himself for looking at his young daughter in such a way. They went to the party and both had a good time, laughing and joking with their friends and neighbors. All through that evening Andrew found himself looking at his daughter more and more. He noticed the way she tossed her hair when she laughed, the way she smiled and let her eyes beam as she spoke to him or looked at him from across the room. As they made their way home he felt un-nerved by the whole experience.

Once home they both showered and went to bed. Over the course of the next few months Andrew began to feel more attracted to his daughter. He would watch as she walked round the house in just her bra and panties in the search for clothes to wear. He watched as she swam in her bikini at the local pool. He watched as she removed her clothes after she had come in from school during a storm. At night he would think of her young body and fantasise about seeing her completely naked. He made sure that he was always around "just changing a light bulb" or "fixing the carpet" outside the bathroom when she had a bath or shower -- hoping to catch a glimpse of her young, wet body as she returned to her room to dry and dress. Alison was getting to the stage where she was self-conscious of her body and was keeping it more and more covered up. Andrew's response was calculated. He began to show her his body. At first it was purely by accident when dressing one morning, then he would plan each encounter. This started when she was old and by the time she older she was used to seeing her father naked walking to and from the bathroom or getting changed to go out. The frustration and guilt was building inside Andrew. He loved his daughter, but wished there could be some greater way to show this love. He dreamt of making love to her as he had done with her mother. he would masturbate at night thinking of his daughter and being locked together in a loving embrace and sharing a physical love for eachother. Ali, on the other hand, had not even noticed her father in that way, in fact she rarely even thought of boys except in a romantic way. The few sexual thoughts she had were reserved for some singer or sportsman or other who had appeared in the teen magazines recently. She had wondered what sex would be like and had massaged her vagina, but it really was not something that was ready to take a major part in her life. She had kissed a few boys at school and had even let one of them feel her tender breasts, but she had gotten scared and that was where it had stopped.

On this particular day Andrew had been fixing something in the kitchen and Ali had come home from school and gone upstairs into his bedroom to use the telephone away from all the noise. She lay back on the bed and talked to her friend Elspeth. They talked about school, the coming holidays and what Elspeth wanted for her birthday. Whilst they talked Andrew finished working and came upstairs to have a shower before their evening meal. He stopped short of the bedroom door and listened in to the conversation for a short while. It was really quite uninteresting, but he was beginning to develop a plan. He walked into the room and saw Ali propped up on the bed by three pillows. She just smiled at him and continued talking. As he looked at her he could see that her legs were raised and slightly parted. She was showing her pink panties. Andrew looked for just a brief moment, imagining the young mound hidden from view. He felt his prick shudder and then grow under his jeans, pressing hard against the top of his shorts. His mind raced, "It's now or never" he thought to himself and started to undress. Ali took no notice. She had witnessed this many times before and carried on talking on the phone. Andrew quickly stripped down to his shorts. He turned slightly so that he was in profile to Ali and slipped his fingers into the waistband. With one quick movement he slid the shorts down to his knees. His manhood stood proudly to attention. Ali was in the middle of talking about a science test they would be having on Monday. She glanced up and looked at the naked form in front of her. Andrew heard her stop speaking for a brief second, then heard her say, "Sorry, what was I talking about?" He was quite disappointed with her reaction. She calmly picked up the thread of her conversation and continued. He walked over to the closet and took out a robe and towel, then headed for the bathroom. For a few minutes he stood thinking what a fool he had been. His erection had diminished in the face of rejection. He rinsed the soap from his body and left the shower. As he rubbed the towel over his body he heard Ali call to him from outside the bathroom. "Daddy?" "I'm in here, sweetheart," he replied. "Door's open." Ali walked into the room and eyed him up and down. "What's the matter?" asked Andrew. "Nothing," she replied, then added, "Where's your thing gone?" "What thing?" "Your penis. When I saw it in the bedroom it was standing up and looked all long." "Oh, I had an erection, but it's gone now." Andrew was trying hard to fight it but he was losing the battle. Slowly the blood flowed and his prick started to rise again. "I thought that men only got an erection when they had sex.

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Little Oral Annie