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For as long as you can remember, the size of your cock has meant that you have not dared to pursue your interest in younger children. You have magazines and books full of pictures of men fucking young (sometimes very young) girls and boys, but apart from Chloe pretending to be a fourteen-year-old schoolgirl, you have stuck to more experienced women. Now, you are hovering outside your nine-year-old daughter's room, with your dick in your hand, wondering whether to go in.
You wrap a towel around your waist, which does nothing to hide your erection and go in. Jane is sitting up in her bed with the covers drawn up to her waist and with her virtually flat chest exposed. "Dad?" is all she says.
"Hello Darling," you say as you sit on the bed beside her. "I thought maybe we could have a talk."
You are perched on the edge of her bed so turning to talk is awkward. She shuffles over a little and you squeeze in beside her, but staying on top of the quilt. Your shoulders are touching and she is looking wide-eyed at the tent pole propping up the towel. "I, I, I never knew they grew that big," she whispers.
"Didn't know," you say automatically correcting her grammar. "I doubt that you will see any bigger than mine," you say. "I think the average is around six inches,"
"What did you want to talk about," she asks, looking up at your face.
"Oh. Well. It's about you and your brother."
"Do you think it's wrong?"
"That's difficult. Legally, you should wait until you are sixteen, but I suspect that's a law more often honoured in the breach to paraphrase Shakespeare. Incest is illegal as well, but that's another one that gets overlooked, especially in this village for some reason."
"So, you don't mind?"
You shrug. "I doubt I could stop you anyway, and I'd rather you were safe home in your own bed than in a field somewhere. At least it's private." You want to ask if she's fucked anyone else but decide you'd rather not know.
She doesn't speak for a while, but her eyes have strayed back to the tent in your towel. Just as you think that it's time to go, she says, "Can I see it?"
You bite back the correction and look at her. "Are you sure?" She nods and you whip the towel off.