"You're being silly," I said. "You're trying to find evil where it doesn't where it can't exist. And I won't let you."
He shook his head. "Yes, Daddy," I went on. "Yes, yes, yes! Will you come with me now? Will you come with me and let me prove to you that I'm telling the truth? Let me introduce you to my friends. Let them show you what I'm talking about. Oh, Daddy, if you want to fuck me – and I know you do – you're hurting yourself and you're hurting me, too, by not doing it! The impulse isn't wrong. Covering it up the way you've tried to cover it up is wrong. For both of us. Come on, Daddy. Trust me. Will you? Just one time?"
"What else can I trust?" he asked. Slowly we got up from the pass. I tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped him, and then we went up over the hill and down to the little hollow where the Bankses had their camp.
The four of them were sitting in the shade near the convened school bus when Daddy and I came down the slope to meet my friends. He'd spoken to them before, but it was time he learned who they were and, more important, where they were at. If he knew, maybe he could look at me and at himself with a more honest eye.
"Alan, Connie," I said, pulling on Daddy's hand. "Will you talk to my father? You don't have to keep anything back unless you want to. Just talk to him. Make him see that it's all right."
Connie nodded and I thought it was strange she didn't ask any questions. It was as if she could read my mind, and Daddy's. "Hello, Mr. Gifford," she said, offering him her hand. "Your name is Steve, isn't it?" He nodded. "Alan, darling," she said, turning to her husband, "I think it will require both of us." Alan got up with a smile. As he walked past me he gave me a little nod that filled me with hope, and one of his hands clasped my shoulder for just a second, but, oh, Lord, did it ever make me feel strong and sure.
They went off with Daddy, talking in low voices, and I sat down beside Dierdre and David. We were like brothers and sisters, it seemed after two days of being with them, and, more important, we were like best friends, too. Dierdre put her hand on my knee. Any other time, I'd have thrown myself at her and started doing fun things, but most of my attention was on my father and the Banks parents, where they stood talking about fifty yards away, in the shade of a graceful, ancient olin tree.
"Don't sweat it," Dierdre said, catching my eye and ear. "I mean, you're already seventy-five percent there, y'know?" I must have given her a strange look. She squeezed my knee lovingly, then said, "When you didn't come back, I sneaked up to take a look. I was afraid you might be in the middle of a knockdown drag out fight, or were maybe trying to drown yourself out of rage. You were pretty mad when you left here."
"So you saw?"
"Saw you on your knees. Definitely not fighting. Wow, Barbara. Was it the first time you ever came on with him? I got all weak in the knees watching – thought you were gonna choke on that overgrown cock he was feeding you. But you're my baby – came through like a champ. Mmnmmm, did you like it? The first time I made it with Daddykins, I thought I was going to come for a week. He'd been teaching me for a couple of years, you know, building me up to it showed me all about foreplay and arousal. God, I still remember the first time I blew him!"
"We all remember it," David grinned. "Especially Alan. She bit him in her excitement. If you look really close, he still has a little scar on his tool, courtesy of Fang, here."
Dierdre blushed. "Anyway, Barbara, he wasn't fighting you, and that's what matters. You've always had a thing about him, haven't you? I sorta guessed it when you and I and Daddy were up in the woods."
I nodded. "He has a thing about me, too," I confessed. "Do you know that the reason he's shoved me out of his life is because he's been afraid he'd attack me or something? He sees Mom in me, born again, and it scares him. I don't know if he wants her or me."
"It doesn't have to be an or thing," David put in. "I never knew your mother, but I suspect she was a very special lady. And I know you are. Let him find out. He'll want you for yourself if you just show him who you are."
"Maybe. Oh. They're coming back."
They were, and Daddy was walking straighter, his head thrown back, his arms swinging jauntily at his sides. Alan and Connie flanked him and, as they walked, I saw Daddy laugh at something Connie said to him. He hadn't laughed like that in a long time.
I stood up, nibbling my lip. Daddy's eyes locked in on mine, at twenty yards' distance, and it was like an electric shock passing from him to me. I gave a breathless squeal of glee and I saw him smile again, and I knew that everything had worked out right. For both of us.
I ran to meet him, and he grabbed me, swinging me round and round, my heels flying in the air. He put me down, but I didn't let go of him. "Hello, Daddy," I said, and I kissed him on the mouth. His lips were moist and I felt his tongue and our mouths just seemed to melt together.
"Hello, Barbie," he said. "Little Barbie-doll."
"I thought you didn't like being called Barbie," Connie said, off to the side.
I looked at her, blushing. "I do now," I said, running my hand up and down the front of Daddy's shirt.
"Tattle," he said, cupping my chin and turning my face back toward him. "I've talked to Alan and Connie. They told me a lot about themselves, about their children, about you. My God, have I been that cruel to you? Forcing you to go to strangers when you needed love?"
"It's over now, Daddy," I said. "I know where the love really comes from. Do you?"
He put his hand on my bikini bra and squeezed one hard conical little titty. I felt my nipple hardening inside the cup, and I ached to be nude, gleamy with a film of erotic sweat, my arms and legs open invitations to Daddy to have his way with me his way, and my way. I covered his hand, made him feel my tits, then worked his fingers inside the flimsy cup and treated him to the hardness of a Barbie-nipple. His eyes lit up when he touched the pink rigidity, and his fingers pinched sharply on the nubby point.
"Oh, yeah, Daddy," I said gleefully, forcing more of his hand into the bra cup. "Oh, let me take it off. I want you to see me. All of me. And I want to see all of you, too. Hurry, Daddy, hurry."
"Here?" he asked, looking to the side, where the Bankses stood watching, father with daughter, mother with son.
"We don't have any secrets, Daddy," I whispered, "And we have nothing to be ashamed of, you and me. Let's show them they're not the only ones who know how to be a real family."
I stepped back, barefoot in the cool moist grass, and I unhooked the buckle of my bra. I stood there a moment, teasing him with the promise of revelation, and then I ripped the bra away and threw it high into the air, keeping my arms up and my titties lifted high. Daddy looked at them lustfully, his mouth curling upward in a smile that showed teeth and the end of his tongue, and I could read the desire in his eyes.
"Do you think they're too small?" I asked, holding them from beneath. They didn't need any support. He knew it, and I knew it, and my nipples pointed straight at his watching eyes, little pink spears of erection. I flipped one with the tip of an index finger while I cupped my titties, and I felt a charge of passion and energy shoot through me. Daddy was breathing all heavy and raspy, a few feet away, and I was panting a little, myself. I let go of my boobs, hooked my thumbs in the elastic waistband of my bikini pants, and started to pull them slowly downward. Daddy hadn't seen me naked since I was very young, and I'd grown a little. I wanted him to know how much, and how sensually.
He gave a tiny gasp when I stepped out of the pants and faced him all golden and bare. I stood there proudly, like a pagan queen confronting her foes, but he was no foe.
His eyes drifted dawn me slowly, from heed to foot, and I saw his face redden. He'd spent too much time indoors making money, I decided. From now on, he'd get a lot more outdoor exercise. We had a big, private backyard at our house in Cleveland. Daddy and I could put that yard to goad use. I'd let him be on tap once in a while so he could get a fairly even tan.
He stopped in mid-gaze when he reached my loins. His eyes were glassy when he looked up at me. "You have your mother's body," he said wonderingly. "Almost a perfect duplicate." He came toward me, and one of his hands moved cautiously onto my pubes. For a moment he stroked the little fringe of silver blonde hair, and then he caressed downward, one finger on each side of my tight hairless slit. "Even here," he said. "She was as smooth as a baby, just that little wisp of fur I used to oh, God, I used to…"
"No, Daddy," I said firmly. "I may look like her, but I'm not Mother. I'm me, and I want you. Can't you want me for myself? I don't want to be a reflection, I want to be your Barbie, but my own kind of Barbie."
He cupped my cunt with his strong, large hand and he squeezed. I moaned, stood up on tiptoes, then came down into the grip of his loving fist. Moisture was leaking from me already, and I knew that we would make it, here, on the grass, in front of Alan and Connie and Dierdre and David, and that it would seal the new relationship my Daddy and I had discovered between ourselves.
I kissed him again, rubbed my naked and willing body against him, and his hands were all over me. If he had any lingering shyness, it was swiftly disappearing. Maybe he got the same good vibes from the Bankses that I had, maybe he knew that their presence on the scene would lend us comfort and assurance and our own dignity.
"Now you," I said. "Take off your clothes, Daddy. I want to see what I'm getting into," and I giggled at the inappropriate choice of words. "Getting into me," I corrected.
"May we help?" Connie Banks asked. "We've already been there, you know."
"It would be nice," Daddy and I said at the same moment.
Dierdre ran into the school bus and came out with a pair of blankets. She tossed one to David, who spread it out on the grass. Dierdre knelt and did the same. "Come here, please," she told Daddy. Connie shook his hand and walked with him to the offered blanket. Standing behind Daddy, she slipped him out of his jacket. Dierdre stood up and began to undo Daddy's shirt. In a moment he was naked, sandwiched between the two women, the mother and the daughter.
He had a good body, though it was too white. When he turned around to face me, I saw that his chest was thickly flossed with sandy gold hair. Body hair had never turned me on before, but, looking at Daddy, I felt lust stirring in my cunt with such ferocity that it literally scared me. I wanted to nuzzle in that fluffy looking hair, to run my tongue through it, to chew on his nipples, to lick my way down his belly, fighting hairs to get into his navel. I wanted to run my hands up and down his hairy legs and pull him into the welcoming gash of my pussy. Oh, God, it was going to work after all! The last doubt I had went fluttering out the window of my mind.
Alan's hands came to rest on my breasts. I looked down and David was kneeling beside me, running his fingers up and down my smooth, inner thighs. If Daddy was being worked on by the mother and daughter, I had the father and son as my own private love slaves. I sank onto the blanket with them.
"It's all right, Barbie," Alan said. It didn't sound the same when he called me Barbie. "Your father knows all about us, and he won't mind if we rekindle old memories a little." And he thrust his face in and kissed me warmly. It wasn't exactly a lover's kiss – more like a friendly uncle's – and that was the way it should have been. I hoped we'd always be close, the Banks family and the Gifford family, but we had our own to consider first of all, and Daddy was going to be my own.
David worked his way in between my legs and started licking the insides of my thighs. I felt my guts turning to jelly. He put his hand on my cunt while he licked, and I know that he was puddling in the warm juices that pulsated from my crack. His finger made slight penetration, just enough to let me know he was there, thinking about me and my lusts.
Alan's mouth moved down from my lips, onto the conical points of my titties. He sucked hard, pulling the whole end of my breast into his mouth. His tongue battled wickedly with my erected nipple point and his saliva flowed across my boobs. I clasped his head and pulled him to my bosom like a mother nursing her baby.
David's tongue had reached my pussy by now, and he'd taken his finger out of me. His tongue was a sweet replacement. "Oh, yes," I purred, still holding Alan's head. "Put it in! Put your tongue inside me! Oooohhhh, my clit, David, lick it, feel how hot and stiff it is? Oooooohhhhhh, I think I'm coming already – can you taste it down there? Can you taste Barbie's cum? Isn't it sweet? Oooohhhh, lap it up! Drink me! Fuck me with your tongue!!"
Alan switched to the other breast. He was wearing a pair of cutoff jeans and a T-shirt, and my hand slid down the ribbed-knit fabric on his back, across the frayed, faded denim stretched tight over his ass, and my fingers poked in at the legs. No shorts. I found his balls at once and began to tickle them, slipping my fingers upward to attack the root of his rapidly engorging dong. It filled up in my fingers' grip and suddenly he was big and stiff in his pants, cock straining at the denim in a fury to be out and in action!
I heard a zipping sound. David was on his knees between my legs, pulling don his pats. His cock was stiff too, and it thrust up like a spear.
Alan looked up from his tit-eating. "NO!" he told his son. "It isn't right. Not this time."
David looked glum, but he nodded in agreement without pulling his pants up again, he fell on my cunt and began to eat it with renewed vigor. He spread the tight pink lips and forced his tongue inside, licking my vulva and my clit, poking his way up my pussy tube, through the network of snapping, convulsing muscles that leaked little floods of girl-jism.