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“One: we admitted we were powerless over addictive sexual behavior. Our lives had become unmanageable.”
Don listened half-heartedly through his earbuds to the Zoom meeting his wife had pressured him to attend. All he did was watch some porn. But she caught him, and like always, blew it way out of proportion. Hell, he didn’t even have sex! They hadn’t slept together since the new year––it was now August––and that was barely sex. His wife had turned fat and wrinkly, and years of gravity and post-menopausal testosterone had made her cunt grossly overgrown and overall unpleasant. If Don was a sex addict, he wouldn’t care what shape a pussy was in. No, he definitely was not powerless to his lust. He just watched a little porn. He didn’t even cheat.
“Twelve: having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these steps, we tried to carry this message to other sex addicts and to practice these principles in our lives.”
“Thank you for reading, Andrew,” said the chairperson, “does anyone want to bring up a topic for discussion?”
“Yes. Dave. Sex addict. Last night I was reading the Green Book, and read the story where the guy talked about having sexual desires for his stepdaughter. That was incredible for me, to read, just out in the open, in a book published that anybody could pick up. I remember one night, I was feeling all frisky and worked up, and everybody was asleep. It had been so long since I had seen a young woman naked, and I stood in front of my stepdaughters door, contemplating, for forever. I never opened the door, but I was close to it. Ever since then, I thought I’d never be able to tell anybody about that night. So, this program has just brought me a lot of peace, to be able to share and relate these shameful things.”
Just then, the screen door opened from the backyard, where his own daughter, Lucy, was spending her afternoon enjoying their in-ground pool. She merrily walked past him and into the kitchen, dripping water onto the floor. He watched her get a box of cereal from the cabinet. After hearing that man’s speech, he couldn’t help but be uncomfortably aware of her skimpy, two-piece bathing suit. He had gotten angry when he first saw her in it, reprimanding his wife for buying it for her. Her body was still primarily pre-pubescent. She was only eleven, and even quite short and small for her age. Such a mature get-up was foolish. The top piece was loose on her, gaping open when she moved and dangerously close to showing her tiny, budding breasts. The bottoms were more snug. Her little butt was definitely not flat, he thought.
Don manually fixed his eyes back onto his computer screen, ashamed of himself for these thoughts. A few minutes passed while Lucy loudly clambered around the kitchen, slamming every drawer and cabinet carelessly.
“Daddy, when are you going to come swim with me?” She said with a mouthful of Fruit Loops, standing in front of the table.
“Soon, darling. When I’m done with my meeting.” He looked up at her and smiled at her sweet face. His eyes lingered on her cheeks that were adorably full and chubby with cereal, white drops of milk leaking out onto her bright pink lips.
“How much longer?” She asked while shoving another heaping spoonful past her lips, more milk dribbling down her chin.
Don swallowed dryly.
“Just about 30 more minutes.”
“Okay!” She skipped back outside, bowl cradled in her hands.
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Even with nobody around, Don disliked bathing suits. Over the past few years, his stomach had grown to hang over his pantline, his nipples seemed to have decided to migrate down low on his chest, and his back just kept getting hairier. Nevertheless, Don reluctantly slid open the back door and stepped into the blinding sunlight and heat. Lucy was floating serenely on the large unicorn floaty he’d bought for her at the start of summer. It was absurd, he thought.
“Yay! Daddy! Can you throw the sinkers for me to find?” Lucy squealed at him.
“Yes, alright.” Don walked to the outdoor pool chest and grabbed the net full of colorful dive sticks. He stepped up to the edge of the pool.
“Alright, close your eyes.”
“No, Daddy, you have to get in with me. Pretty please?”
Don sighed quietly. “Okay, alright. Here I come.” He went to the pool steps and carefully sat down on the second one, letting the water reach his navel.
“No,” Lucy pouted and wadded over to him. “I want you to swim with me, not just sit on the steps.”
“Honey, Daddy really doesn’t want to get too––” Don stopped himself abruptly as Lucy wrapped her arms around his neck and sat on his knees in the water.
“Come on, Daddy! Pleeeaase.” Her legs were spread open facing him, just an inch of fabric covering between them.
To his dismay, Don felt his dick twitch slightly in his swim shorts.
“Okay, fine, Lucy. Now get off me!” He tried to say jokingly.
“No! Ha ha!” She huffed stubbornly and scooted into him and squeezed him tightly with her arms and legs. “You have to carry me.”
For a moment, Don feared he wouldn’t be able to speak. The blood traveled to his groin so quickly he got light headed and his tongue was tied. He was fully hard, and realized with horror that he could feel his erection pressed into his daughter’s scarcely covered crotch. She’s doing this on purpose, he thought. It had to be. She was old enough to know better.
“Well, okay, if you say so.” His voice was shaky. Supporting her small bottom with his arms, Don stood up, and almost fell back down again at the sensation of gravity forcing her body into his cock. Don walked her down the steps and into the pool. It was devilish. An act so close in nature to fucking his own daughter. His cock throbbed deliciously. His brain was blank.
“Okay, Daddy, I have an idea! I lean back and you spin me around! Will you?” What type of game was she playing with him?
“Sure, honey, sounds like fun.”
“Yay! Hold onto me!” Lucy let go of his neck and ungracefully flopped herself back into the water. Don had to link his arms around her tiny hips and hold her firmly into his hard cock in order to keep her floating. She’s doing this on purpose.
“Okay, now spin!!” She squealed. Don started to turn himself round and round in a circle and Lucy giggled and splashed. Unable to take it anymore, Don very slightly started to shift her up and down, biting the inside of his cheek. He was rubbing his cock on his daughter’s pussy. He got braver in his movements, looking darkly at her gleeful face and grinding her hips into his as he spun her around. His heart picked up pace, his abs flexed involuntarily, his dick sung with pleasure. He was going to cum like this.
“Okay, stop. I’m done. You can stop now.” Lucy was having a hard time speaking with the wake of water splashing into her head.
“Okay, honey, I will…” But he didn’t. He was so close. He was spinning slower now, barely taking any steps at all, all his focus on pumping her hips up and down, up and down, grinding that wonderful heat and pressure against his rock-hard dick.
“Daddy! Let go! I can’t keep myself up!” Lucy wiggled against him, arching her back in an attempt to sit up, forcing her hips harder into his cock. Don’s orgasm swept through him like an earthquake, trembling all of his muscles with ecstasy. His eyes were locked with his daughter’s as he came and his dick spasmed. She looked confused and scared. For some reason, that made him cum harder.
He let go of her and she stood up in front of him.
“What is that?” Lucy pointed at his shorts. Looking down, Don saw his cum snaking out from his shorts and floating in the water like milky smoke.
“Huh, I don’t know what that is. Let me get the skimmer.”