She glanced down from her magazine and automatically closed her legs and tugged at the hem when she saw how much it showed.
"I wouldn't wear it around company or anything, Daddy," she explained. "It's too ratty looking for that, with all these frayed places on it."
It wasn't the frayed places that Curt was referring to -- it was what you could see underneath the frayed places. But he let it drop. What he needed was another drink. It wasn't exactly healthy for him to concern himself at the moment with what was or was not visible under his young daughter's scanty clothes. As he mixed his third gin and tonic, Lilly asked if she could have some. At first he looked at her like she was out of her mind but she quickly reminded him he'd promised her a little taste of hard liquor some time. Both the girls were permitted to sip beer on occasion at home, and he had told her she could try something more potent some time. Kelly had already been permitted to do it and now Lilly would squawk if she was excluded.
He mixed her a sweet drink with a little gin in it and lots of ice. She went for it and drank it pretty fast. When she asked for another it was only because he was on his fourth drink that he gave in and mixed her one. Sitting at the table with her coltish bare knees high in her chair, however, was not the most ladylike position for a girl her age to assume. And Curt was quite aware of it. There was only one problem. He was now looking at the delectable young thing through the veil of four stiff drinks.
He asked her if she sat like that around boys and she said she didn't pay much attention. She usually wore pants when she played in the streets so it didn't make any difference how she sat, she told him. She saw him looking at her legs and grinned. It was a very coquettish expression, but she was too young to realize how it looked.
"Why, Daddy," she asked, "does it bother you for me to sit like this in front of you? Heck, you've seen me ever since I was real little so you've seen a lot more of me than I've got sticking out now."
She glanced down at the tattered holes in the garment and giggled. The alcohol was beginning to effect her.
"Yeah, but honey," he answered, "that's just the thing -- you were real little then. You've gotten big enough now to..."
"To what, Daddy?" she innocently posed, interrupting his words and flashing her legs as she re-crossed them.
Her young half-naked body and her touching innocence were too much for Curt to handle. Something snapped inside him. He was drunk enough to discount her extreme immaturity and even the fact that he was her father.
"C'mere, Lilly," he beckoned, his words slightly slurred. "C'mere and give Daddy a kiss. I'll show you what you're big enough for."
She happily unfolded her long legs from the chair and started for where he was sitting. To her surprise, she staggered a little. The gin was taking its course. He met her halfway and caught her in his arms and both of them laughed.
She gave him a peck on the cheek, the kind of kiss she was accustomed to giving both parents when she told them good night. She smelled his strong, masculine shaving lotion and felt his arms sweep her up from the floor.
"No, sweety," he said to her, his voice thick, "you're big enough now for a real kiss. Like this."
And for the first time in her life Lilly's lips were covered and wetly bussed by a man... not her father, but a man who accepted her as a pretty if quite young female, a girl and not a daughter. The feel of her inexperienced lips under his was incredibly exciting to him. He felt like a monster somewhere deep inside beyond the pale of gin, but his body relished the delicious youngster in his arms too strongly for him to hold back.
He turned her around the room in a kind of drunken dance, his right hand supporting the firm I globes of her hard little ass and his left hand at I the nape of her neck under the silky abundance of her long, blonde hair. When he tore his lips away from her and looked into her eyes, he found her surprised but obviously quite receptive to his outburst of passion.
"Daddy," she said softly, her voice sleepy with drink, "show me more. If I'm big enough for you to kiss me like that I must be big enough for a few more things."
Curt felt his blood race at her words. He ran his hand under the thin cover of her housecoat and took I her slender thigh in his fingers, massaging it from her knee upwards.
"Sweety," he said, "you're big enough for lots more... just lots more things. But not here. Not here in the dining room."
She put her mouth to his ear. "Daddy, take me somewhere else then. I want to have you show me... I don't know the words, but you know what I mean, don't you? Take me... take me in your room, will you? Where you and Mommy sleep?"
In her mind flashed visions of nasty things she knew she shouldn't think about but she couldn't help it. She couldn't help remembering what she had seen him doing with her mom the day she looked through the keyhole and watched them in bed.
Curt stumbled through the empty house and paused at the door. On it hung one of Karol's nightgowns. The sight of the garment stopped him for a second and made him remember what a hideous thing his body was driving him to do. Lilly saw it too.
"Daddy," she said, wily beyond her years, "I... I won't tell Mommy. I won't tell anyone what you show me."
The alcohol in her young veins, with her eager, blooming desire for the warm arms of the man held her, was making her act older than her age. Her words were just what Curt needed to hear to continue the mad act.
He pushed on through the doorway and deposited her on the bed, hair flying and limbs awkwardly askew. She lay in the darkness and heard him breath heavily as his clothes fell to the floor.
"What... what are you doing, Daddy," she asked, a trace of fear in her voice. Her heart was beating faster.
"I'm taking off my clothes, honey," he said. "You don't have to bother with yours though. I'll take care of them in a minute. You said you wanted to have me show you everything, and that's just what I'm gonna do."
It was dark in the room but she could see his outline. He fell beside her on the bed and reached across her warm body, pulling her to him and finding the bottom of her housecoat with his searching fingers. She felt a strange and wonderful new thrill course through her body as his fingertips made contact with the slim length of her thigh.
"Daddy," she asked softly, "kiss me again... kiss me like you did before. It makes me feel all funny when you hug me and kiss me at the same time like that."
He pressed his lips to hers for a few delicious seconds, then moved on to her cheek and the soft skin of her neck. He heard her make a little gasp as his mouth pushed on through the sweet-scented tresses of her clean blonde hair and made contact with the tender shell of her delicate ear.
"Ever had anyone kiss you here before?" he asked, tenderly bussing the lobe and outer shell of the ear.
She giggled drunkenly. "Daddy, I've never had anybody kiss me anywhere. You know that. Heck, you and Mommy would spank my bottom if I ever did things like that with anybody."
The emphasis of her completely innocent, trusting virginity hit him and fired his loins with lust. He needed to be very careful with her, to go slow and not scare her, to introduce her tender organs to the delights of fucking very gently and slowly. Yet his straining manhood pulsed hot and hard between his legs demanding its due.
"Lilly, this little bottom of yours, this sweet little ass of yours, is good for a lot more than spanking," he said. "Now lemme get your clothes off and I'll show you."
He felt her stiffen a bit in the darkness. "Are you scared, sweety?" he asked. "Are you scared to be naked with everything out in the open where Daddy can see how pretty you are?"