Increments Of Inches

Increments Of Inches

With Kari and I it was a gradual thing. Her mother, my wife, saw it at least unconsciously before we were either one aware of the attraction we had for each other. “Keep your hands on the steering wheel,” She would call as I left to take Kari to gymnastics class or else, “I’m going to smell your breath Don, when you two get home.” It was always some stupid remark.

Our own marriage was a sort of unarmed truce by then. She had cheated on me a few times, came back, promised to do better and then went out and cheated again. The waitress where I had lunch every day made office calls for me. I paid her rent and she gave me head every day just before I left the office for home. The rent got posted in the books as “Conference Hall.”

Finally the time came when Kari hurried out of practice and grabbed my hand. She had not taken time to change out of her sweaty outfit. I saw her pussy bulge under the gymnastics outfit. I averted my eyes and felt a strong desire even though I turned my face away was not looking at it. This had happened a few times lately and it bothered me I wanted to have sex with my daughter. She was developing though, perhaps a little too fast. I tried to force the image of her pussy bulge in that whisper thin outfit.

I always sat in the same spot where I could watch her do her routines. She would never be competition material and we both were well aware of it. As usual she grabbed me and hugged me and turned toward the exit. I followed along just like always with my eyes glued on her ass. I even envisioned myself ploughing her butt too..

I saw the way her ass cheeks hung out and liked what I saw. Then, again I reminded myself this was my daughter. Twelve was too young and daughter was out of bounds. When I got into bed that night I closed my eyes and her tasty looking pussy bulge and her perfect ass were right there in front of me. I could even see the stress wrinkles where her pussy molded the thin fabric to it.

I guess it was a month later when we were on our way to practice and she said, “Daddy, I want to quit.”

“Why, Honey? I thought you liked gymnastics.’ I turned my head sideways and glanced at her.

“I do, but I’m still in the intermediate group and that is as far as I can ever go. All the other kids are nine and ten years old and I am almost thirteen. It’s embarrassing.”

“Okay,” I told her. “Want to go get a milk shake or something?”

“Uh huh, that would be nice.”

I reached over and patted her leg a little above the knee and it felt sexy. I started to get an erection. She kind of flinched a little. I pulled my hand back and put it on the steering wheel. We went to a fast food place and got burgers and shakes and sat alone over in the corner.

I called my wife and said, “We are going to have a snack here in town. We’ll be home about eight.” I told her.

“That means she will get ate before eight.” That stupid bitch just could not hold a conversation without saying something stupid.

“Give your stupid shit a rest, will you? Kari decided to quit gymnastics and she wants to talk it out with me.”

“Well, why can’t she talk it out with me? After all I am her mother.” She sounded all wound up and ready to start a fight with me again.

“If you had something to say where you weren’t accusing her of having sex with half the guys in school, then she probably would. She does not like your stupid remarks any more than I do.” She hung up on me.

“I think she is getting ready to take off again with another guy,” Kari said.

“Just hang on until next year. You were present when my lawyer told me once you hit thirteen the courts will let you decide. Before then, the mother almost always is granted custody.”

On that sad note we ate our meals and left. I patted her on the cheek of her ass like I had done many other times. She had on her workouts and my hand slapped a lot of bare flesh. She drew in a sharp breath. I left my hand there for a couple of beats before I reluctantly removed it. My cock started to get more than a little hard. I raised my hand to her shoulder and hugged her, She hugged me back and we drove home.

Lisa met us at the door. “Have fun tonight. I’m going out with the girls.” She looked at Kari and said in an insinuating voice, “You make such a sexy looking couple.” Then she was gone.

Kari ran to her room and started to cry. I stood in the middle of the living room and felt my guts cramp. “Jesus Christ, Won’t that bitch ever give it a rest?”

I knocked on Kari’s door. “Kari honey, may I come in?”

Her muffled voice answered, “Come in Daddy.”

She only had on her panties and bra. She was curled up in the middle of her bed crying. I sat down beside her and ran my fingers through her hair. “Sit up,” I told her.

She sat up and eased over to the side of the bed next to me. “Daddy, why does she say things like that?”

“I guess because she is very unhappy and wants to share her misery with the world. Hell, I don’t know. All I know is that I… no, we have to be patient and wait for your next birthday. Thirteen is the magic number.”

She stood, threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. My lips ended up pressing against her right breast while her left one rubbed my cheek through her bra. “In a ragged voice I whispered hoarsely, “Better let go, little one.”

She held my head in her grasp a little longer and then released me.