The DLG Club Ch. 02

If you haven't already read chapter 1, I strongly recommend you do so before reading this chapter.

Again, this story is based on characters and relationships I created in a couple of visual novels. If you'd like to find out more about them, feel free to contact me.

CHAPTER 2

The week after the first meeting seemed to fly by. The rain finally stopped the following day. The sun came out and the whole world seemed to come back to life. Eve saw it as a sort of parallel. The world was almost reborn, washed clean from the rain, just like she and the members of the DLG were now free of the emotional ties that bound them. The sun shone down on them, embracing them in its welcoming warmth.

In the days leading up to today, Eve's family functioned as it normally did. Each girl was able to spend plenty of quality time with their father, each daughter dutifully sharing him with the others. Becky, as always, seemed to be more than accommodating in this regard, only requiring his "talents" a couple of times throughout the week. Their father always seemed able to give them enough attention to keep them happy and content. It's one of the reasons they love him so much.

Eve was also able to spend time improving upon the DLG club. With Daye and Kaylee now available to help, things went much easier. Together they were able to come up with several new aspects of the club. It occurred to Eve the other day that they were building a sort of handbook for the members. She smiled to herself, thinking, "Amy is gonna love this. It's just like Scouts."

Daye and Kaylee eventually did write their letters. Kaylee, with her heart permanently attached to her sleeve, offered hers to Eve to read. She obliged. It was very sweet, talking about how a childhood crush developed into a much deeper, adult infatuation, which then became the love that she feels for him today. Eve felt a pang in her heart because they had just found out that Kaylee was their father's daughter about six months ago. How many years had gone by for her with no Daddy at home? Poor thing.

Daye was not as open with her letter at all. "No. Not gonna happen. I don't do gooshy stuff, and you know it." This is how Daye responded after Eve asked if she could read her letter. Eve knew her sister well enough to know, that while Daye didn't "do the gooshy stuff", there was probably a lot of gooshiness in that letter. Dayton loved her Daddy, and that was not up for debate.

She hadn't heard much from the other girls. She received a couple of texts, one from Lily and another from Shelby.

Lily just wanted to let Eve know that her Daddy was going to be moving in with Lily and Kim after reading her letter, and that she hoped that Eve, Daye, and Kaylee wouldn't have too much trouble finding jobs to support themselves in his absence.

Meanwhile, Shelby sent Eve a message thanking her for starting the DLG and for inviting her to become a member. She expressed her gratitude for the new perspective Eve had given her, helping her see that her feelings were not something to be ashamed of, and that she eagerly anticipated the upcoming meeting. She would be there, letter in hand, ready to share her deepest feelings about her father and earn her two charms.

Now, the day had come. It was Tuesday, and the second meeting of the DLG was just a few minutes away. Eve, Daye, and Kaylee seemed to buzz with anticipation all afternoon, pacing the house, cleaning, trying to distract themselves however they could, waiting for the time to arrive.

Their father was out with Becky again. "Taco Tuesdays" at Shooterz, as usual, followed by a movie and other activities at Becky's house. Eve laughed internally, "Old people," she thought, "always so predictable." The fact that she only thinks of her Daddy as "old" when he hangs out with Becky is completely lost on her. Eve does find it interesting that Becky would want to keep the sexual side of their relationship so separate. Eve wonders why this is, but dismisses it as Becky being Becky.

At 6:45, they start to get more antsy.

"What do you say we order pizza for tonight?" Daye asks excitedly.

"Sure, pizza's always good," Eve agrees.

"Can we pleeeeeease have pineapple on one of them?" Kaylee begs.

Daye makes a nauseous expression, "Ugh! Barf! Fine, but keep that abomination across the room from me."

Eve interrupts tapping on her phone, "How many pizzas? Two? Three?"

Daye fakes a dubious look, "Yeah, I guess make it two real pizzas and whatever that thing is that Kay wants." Kaylee looks at Daye, clearly annoyed by Daye's comments, but Daye breaks into a big grin. "Just kiddin', kiddo." And they both giggle.

While Eve orders the pizzas, Kaylee and Daye head downstairs. They have transformed the basement into a cozy little nook. Strings of Christmas lights twinkle and blink, casting a warm glow throughout the studio/gym. Some ambient, soothing music plays softly from the speakers. The room has gone from a place of exertion and toil to a place of calm and relaxation. Eve hopes this atmosphere helps nurture a more open and free conversation within the club.

They fidget and nitpick at different decorations. Eve erases and rewrites a few things on the mirror. Finally, the doorbell rings.

"I got it!" Kaylee cries and bolts up the stairs.

From downstairs, they hear Chelsea and Shelby come in. "Hey girl! I've been sho exshited all week! I can't wait to show you and Evie my letter. Shelby wrote one too! She didn't want to at firsht, but then she deshided to write one anyway. She hashn't let me read it, though. I hope she changesh her mind. How have you been? Have you written a letter? You already have the quill charm, sho I guesh you wrote him shomething shpecial a long time ago. I wash jusht telling Shelby, I love your Daddy sho much, I jusht wanna-"

"CHELSEA!!" Shelby yells. "Jesus, we're hardly inside the house. Put a lid on it, sis."

"Shorry," Chelsea says guiltily, "I know I talk too much. I can't help it."

"Naw, I'm sorry. I shouldn't yell." Shelby puts a loving arm around her sister and walks her to the stairs.

When Chelsea sees the room, she stops in her tracks, eyes wide and mouth open in surprised glee at the decorations.

"Oh my heavensh!" She whispers. "Thish ish sho pretty..." Amazingly, she is speechless. She walks around gently touching the light strings and admiring herself in the mirror.

"'Sup, bitches!!" Lily calls as she strides into the basement. With the four-inch platform shoes she's wearing, she may only come to five feet tall, but her attitude gives her at least another foot.

"What happened in here?" Lily asks, "it looks like a Christmas tree exploded... I like it!"

Daye looks at her and says with a look of satisfaction on her face, "Me and Kay did it. I think it turned out pretty nice."

"Sho nishe." Chelsea echoes.

They all take their seats. Eve stands at the podium, with Daye and Kaylee seated in a chair on either side of her. She looks at her phone. It's two minutes after seven.

"Where's Amy?" she asks.

Everyone looks around the room, shrugging.

The doorbell rings.

"I'll get it!" Kaylee shouts again, springing from her chair and racing up the stairs.

They hear a muffled conversation and then slow footsteps back down.

Kaylee comes in carrying three pizza boxes.

"Um..." Kaylee says with a concerned look on her face, "I saw Amy's mom drop her off."

"Oh, okay, good," Eve replies.

"She's got someone with her."

Daye, out of patience, stands up, "She what??"

Just then, the sounds of two sets of footsteps can be heard coming down the stairs.

"He-ey!" Amy's voice calls from the stairwell.

"What the fuck..?" Daye says under her breath.

Amy and another girl walk in. This new girl looks vaguely familiar to Daye and Kaylee.

"Hey, everyone, this is Mila. She wants to join," Amy says with a big smile.

"Who the hell-" Daye starts, and Eve holds up a hand, silencing her.

"Hi, Mila. Welcome. I'm Eve." Eve says warmly and extends a hand.

Mila takes Eve's hand and shakes it quickly and nervously. "Hey," Mila says quietly.

"So, tell me, what did Amy tell you about our little club?" She smiles pointedly.

Amy says dismissively, "It's okay, Evie. Mila's cool. She won't tell."

Mila fidgets nervously, "Um... she just said that it's a club for girls who are confused about their feelings?" Mila's voice breaks on the word "feelings" turning her statement into a question. Mila senses she may not be welcome here.

Eve nods, smiling. "That is true, Mila. Very true. Though not the entire truth. Did she explain PRECISELY what these girls need help with?"

"Eve, I-," Amy starts and Eve holds up a finger. The rest of the girls have paused eating their pizza and are watching as this drama plays out.

"Did she?" Eve asks again.

Mila, looking a little panicked, drops her head. "She said... um... it was about... um..."

Mila looks incredibly uncomfortable. Eve places a hand on Mila's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I'm sorry, Mila, go on. Whatever is said in this room will never leave here... or at least it's not supposed to," Eve adds, glancing at Amy.

"My Dad," Mila states almost inaudibly to anyone but Eve. "I... I wanna do... stuff... you know... with my... my..." Frantic, she turns to leave, but Eve holds her by her shoulders.

"Hey," Eve says tenderly, "It's okay, it's okay. You're in the right place," Eve soothes. Mila looks up, tears on her cheeks and hugs Eve, crying into her shoulder.

Eve holds Mila close, rubbing soothing circles on her back. She glowers at Amy over Mila's shoulder.

"Come on in and have a seat, Mila. Have some pizza. Kay, can you grab another chair from the other room?" Eve asks.

"Of course," Kaylee says, immediately dropping her slice and going to grab the chair.

With the immediate drama seemingly resolved, the girls begin eating their pizza and chatting again.

Daye walks over and introduces herself to Mila. "You were in my third period English class back in our junior year, right?"

Mila nods, her mouth full of pizza.

"Looks like someone has excellent culinary taste," Kaylee says pointing to Milas slice of Hawaiian pizza. "Great minds think alike. I'm Kaylee."

"Mee-ra," Mila says around a wad of cheese, and the trio of girls giggle.

"Yuck," Daye states simply, "More good pizza for me I guess," Daye says, rolling her eyes, and then smiling at Mila.

Amy starts to grab a slice of pizza when Eve approaches and asks, "Amy, can I have a word with you?"

"Um... okay... sure, Evie. Anytime."

Eve leads Amy to the other room, out of earshot of the others.

She turns to Amy and says quietly, but intensely, "When you swore to keep the DLG a secret last week, what do you think that meant?"

"Um... I mean, I know, but... I just knew how badly Mila needed this and I... I'm sorry."

Eve sighs heavily. "Look, I know you meant well, but if you want to invite someone into the club, you gotta come to me first, got it?"

"Yeah, okay."

"You have to understand I'm just trying to protect you. That goes for Mila, and all the other girls here. If word got out about what this club does and who is in it, it could be very bad for all of us. If I can't trust you to keep that secret, then you can't stay."

"I understand," Amy says, her eyes welling up, "I thought I was helping. You know? Not just Mila, but the club."

"I know, I get that. Just next time, let me know ahead of time," Eve gently explains. "I need time to prepare, to get more chokers and charms, stuff like that.

"Oh, yeah. I didn't even think of that. Okay, yeah. I'll always come to you first, from now on. I promise."

Eve takes her by the shoulders, "Alright, thanks, Amy. That's all I ask. Now come here."

Eve and Amy hold each other in a tight embrace, letting all the negativity slip away.

Eve walks back into the gym with her arm around Amy. "Okay, girls, let's eat some pizza and get down to business."

As the girls all settle down and prepare for the meeting to begin, Eve has to think quickly about how to do a new induction on the fly.

"Um, Mila, would you please come up front?" Eve asks.

Mila rises from her seat, and nervously faces the group of girls.

"Everyone, this is Mila. She is a new sister and from now on will be known as Little Girl Mila. You will all carry the title of "Little Girl" from now on. Please welcome Little Girl Mila to our group."

An unenthusiastic cacophony of female voices, all welcoming Mila, comes from the group. Eve sees she may need a bit more structure to this club going forward.

"Thank you," Eve says graciously. "Now, Little Girl Mila, please put your hand in mine."

Mila does as she's told.

"Dayton, Kaylee, please put your hands on top of Little Girl Mila's."

Daye and Kaylee both stand and place their hands on top of Mila's.

Eve places her other had on top of theirs, saying "Repeat after me, I, Mila..."

Mila echoes Eve, voice shaking, "I, Mila..."

"... swear by the bonds of sisterhood that what is shared in this circle stays in this circle," Eve finishes.

"... swear by the bonds of sisterhood that what is shared in this circle stays in this circle."

Eve looks into Mila's face and smiles warmly. "Welcome, Little Girl Mila, to the Daddy's Little Girls club."

Mila grins widely at Eve, "Thanks," she says simply, but Eve can sense the heartfelt earnestness in her gratitude.

Eve takes a velvet box from behind the podium. "This is your choker," Eve states. "As you complete tasks, you will earn charms to go on it. You will have your chance to earn your first charm tonight."

As she fastens the choker around Mila's neck, she explains how to earn her first charm, the mirror. Mila turns to face Eve expectantly, and Eve says, "Thank you, Little Girl Mila. You may return to your seat."

There is a small smattering of applause from the other girls as Mila sits down.

Eve then runs through a few of the new rules and regulations she has come up with. One of which is the new Little Girls' Code:

L - Longing to prove ourselves worthy of our Daddy's love

I - Improving ourselves to earn their affection

T - Transforming into the daughters they'll want to make love to forever

T - Trying to make him harder than ever before

L - Learning to be the perfect daughters they desire

E - Earning every moment of attention and love that they give

G - Growing into someone they cannot resist loving

I - Irresistible through our dedication and change

R - Relentless in our pursuit of their affection

L - Loving my Daddy no matter what.

S - Support from our mothers who nurture our needs

She continues reviewing the rules, emphasizing the one about new recruits being approved by Eve before being invited to join.

She also gives an updated list of tasks and their accompanying charms.

"I know what I said last week, but I think I need to walk that back a bit. Please stick to the order listed here. Only hop to another task if your Daddy initiates that task. This has been methodically planned out, and we need to follow the rules, otherwise unexpected things can happen. Not to harp on you, Little Girl Amy, but today was your turn to lead by example. We now all understand that, even though you had the best of intentions, things could have easily gone differently. If they had, we might have had problems."

Amy nods her acknowledgement.

Eve clasps her hands together and smiles, "Now for the fun stuff! Who wrote a letter this past week?"

Everyone raises their hands; Even Kaylee and Daye. Eve is the last, but she raises her hand as well.

"Well done! I'm so proud of you!" Eve exclaims, grinning a daring grin. "So, who wants to read theirs first?"

Chelsea speaks up "Um... I thought you shaid we didn't have to."

Eve smiles and says, "You don't, but if you want to, you can."

The girls look at each other, nervously.

"I'll tell you what. I'll go first," Eve says confidently.

The rest of the girls whisper in respectful approval.

"I wrote this the night after our first meeting. Even though I have already been with my Daddy intimately many, many times, he still makes me feel all giddy when he touches me, or even looks at me in certain ways."

A few of the girls nod knowingly.

Eve clears her throat and begins.

"Dear Daddy..." She begins, and continues reading her note to the girls.

By the time she is finished, Lily and Chelsea are wiping their eyes, and Daye is smiling at her. Kaylee, always a fan of love and romance -- especially when it comes to her Daddy, looks like she is about to faint from swooning. The other girls all smile at Eve's heartfelt words.

Eve carefully folds her letter and places it back in its envelope. "Who's next?"

Lily stands. "Me, I'll go."

Eve "The chair recognizes Little Girl Li'l Bit," Eve couldn't help herself; she had to say it.

"Thank you... big... girl Eve?" Lily says, a little puzzled.

Eve hadn't thought of this. She never said what her title is. So, she just smiles and nods.

"Okay, so..." Lily pulls a green sheet of paper out of an envelope and unfolds it dramatically.

"Dear Mr. Flagg," She begins. She flashes a wicked grin at the girls and continues.

"I've been fantasizing about you non-stop. I dream about your strong hands gripping my thighs as you take me from behind, your breath hot on my neck as you whisper all the filthy things you want to do to me. I want you to bend me over and fuck me like I've never been fucked before, to make me your little slut, your personal plaything. I want to feel your cock pulsing inside me as you coat my guts with your cum, to hear you moan my name as you lose control."

"I want to suck your cock, to taste your skin, to feel your dick ramming the back of my throat as I swallow every drop of your jizz. I want to lick your balls, to tease you, to drive you wild with desire. I want to be your dirty little secret, your naughty little girl, the one who satisfies all your darkest desires."

"I want you to spank me, to mark my ass with your handprint, to fuck me so hard that I can't walk straight the next day. I want to be your everything, your obsession, your addiction. I want to make you mine, completely and utterly."

"So, what do you say, Daddy? Want to make my wishes come true?"

"Your future daughter, Lily."

Stunned silence.

Every girl in the room is sitting, staring open-mouthed at Lily.

Lily giggles girlishly, curtsies daintily, and returns to her seat.

Eve, thoroughly stunned, stands. "Well... thank you, Lily. That was... interesting." Eve isn't sure if she is aroused or frightened - possibly a little of both. She secretly thinks of herself as filling this role for her dad. If Lily wants the same thing... self-doubt rolls onto Eve's heart like a boulder. Eve looks at Lily.

Lily is very pretty, very petite, and has a bit of a goth look about her. Her dyed pink hair is in braids and her bangs are pinned back by little anime-themed hair clips. Her small wire-framed glasses are balanced on her nose giving her a bit of a librarian vibe, but somehow in a naughty way. Eve recalls the nametag she wears to work at Taboo, the Lingerie shop. It reads, "Hi, My name is: FUCK OFF". She's almost the anti-Eve. Just as beautiful, just as appealing, but in a completely different way. What if her Daddy ends up liking Lily more than her?

With a monumental effort, she pushes these thoughts away and continues with the meeting.

"Um... anyone else?"

Nervous laughter ripples through the room, none of the girls wanting to follow that performance.

"That was awesome!" Daye says, "I feel the same way every single day. Hahahaha!"

Daye's statement has a slight calming effect on Eve. Her Daddy still loves her despite Daye's aggressiveness, right? So, why would Lily be any different?

Chelsea stands up. "I'll go neksht."

Eve clears her throat and her mind, and recognizes Little Girl Chelsea.

Chelsea walks to the front and turns, holding her note with hands that shake slightly. She looks down at the words she has written, realizes who she's with, and feels the love and camaraderie in the room. When she smiles, Eve muses that it could be her braces or it could be her grin that seems to light up the room.

"Dear Daddiesh," She begins.

"I have shomething very important that I need to get of my chesht."

"Firsht, I want to tell you, Daddy, that I love you sho much. You have alwaysh been there for me, and I am sho grateful for your love and shupport. You are my rock, and I couldn't imagine my life without you."

"But lately, I have been feeling shomething new and different. I realizhe I have developed a huge crush on you. Not only that, but I alsho have a huge crush on Mishter Flagg, Evie'sh Dad. I shee that it'sh shomething that I can't ignore. You are both shuch kind and shpecial men, and I feel sho lucky to have you in my life. Mishter Flagg, I watched you with Evie and Kaylee one night back in Deshember. It made me sho happy becaushe, even though what you did may have been a shin, I could shee how much you care about them both."

"Daddy, you taught me to reshpect and honor my eldersh. But with both of you, it'sh different. I feel a connection that I can't exshplain. It'sh like my heart shingsh praishesh of the Lord when I'm around either of you."

"I have been thinking a lot about the shtory of Lot and hish daughtersh. In the Bible, it shaysh that they did what they did to shave their family line."

Daye has to literally bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing at "shave their family". Eve notices and elbows her in the ribs.

"I know that shome people might judge them," Chelsea continues earnestly, "but I think that shometimesh, love and deshire can be shomething shpecial or even holy, even if it'sh not traditional."

"Lately, Evie and Daye have been teaching me about new thingsh, and I have to admit, it'sh been an eye-opener. I never knew that love and deshire could be sho complicated and shpecial. Sheeing you, mishter Flagg, with your daughtersh hash shown me that there ish more to life than just following the rulesh."

"I want you to know that I love you both very much, and I hope that one day, we can exshplore thish love. I want to be where Evie wash on that cold Deshember night. I want my Daddiesh to keep me warm, inshide and out. And if you do, I promishe to alwaysh be the shame Little Girl you've alwaysh loved, no matter what."

"With all my love, Chelshea"

"Whooo! Yeah, Chels!" Shelby yells and claps.

"Thanksh," Chelsea says with a grateful blush blossoming on her cheeks. "Your turn, shish."

Shelby's expression changes abruptly to fear. "Um... I'm, uh, not ready yet."

Amy stands up, "I'll go," she says with quiet determination. "I wasn't planning on reading it, but since you guys did, I will."

She stands facing the girls, a small smirk on her face and a glitter in her eye.

She reads her letter quickly, with a sort of detached matter-of-factness of a teacher or maybe a scientist.

"Dearest Daddy, I hope this letter finds you well. I've been wanting to share some thoughts and feelings that have been on my mind lately. I feel that writing them down will help me express myself more clearly."

"From the moment I can remember, you have been my constant, my safe haven. Your love and support have always been a source of comfort and security for me. You are the first person I think of when I wake up, and the last before I drift off to sleep. Your love has shaped me into the woman I am today, and for that, I am forever grateful. But these days, Daddy, these days are different. Instead of these feelings, I often find myself daydreaming of how you might shape me into a woman you'd want me to be, guiding me, protecting me along the way. Loving me deeply, thoroughly, leaving me breathless and wanting more."

"Daddy, I've always been sensitive, and my emotions run deep. You know how I feel things profoundly, and my love for you is no exception. It's a love that consumes me these days, body and soul. I want you to run deep, Daddy, deep up inside me, thrusting into me, feeling your love flow into me and marking me as yours forever."

"I remember your comforting touch when I was younger, how it always made me feel better. Now, I imagine your touch, firm yet gentle, exploring every inch of my skin, tracing patterns that make me shiver with anticipation. Feel better? Oh, yes, Daddy. I want you to make me feel better and better and better until we're utterly lost in each other."

"Remember the 'Hug Monster'? How I'd run up behind you, wrapping my arms around you, not letting go? Now, I want to wrap my legs around you, Daddy, pinning you inside me. Back then, I was seeking comfort and love; now, I crave your passion and your desire, our bodies pressing together, becoming one."

"We've explored the world together, Daddy--hiking trips through mountain trails and valley streams. I want you to explore my peaks and valleys, Daddy. Feel the depths of the river that runs through me, Daddy, the essence of who I am, and claim it as yours."

"Daddy, I hope you know I still love you in the same way I did when I was little, and I always will. But I also hope that one day, we can turn these fantasies into a reality that's even more incredible than either of us could ever imagine. I promise to be honest, open, and true to you, always, giving you my all and asking for the same in return."

"With all my love, my desire, and my devotion, Amy."

Amy raises her eyebrows to the girls and returns to her seat.

"Let's hear it for Amy, everyone," Eve says. "That was really, really good."

"And I thought mine was hot," Lily adds, "That mix of innocence and erotic, wow... just wow. I'm gonna need my rabbit tonight, for sure."

"I didn't know you had a pet bunny rabbit, Lily," Chelsea says, "what's his name?" A couple of girls giggle at the naïveté of this question.

Lily smiles and says, "Sir Fucks-a-lot. He's a knight... with a big, long sword... hehehe... and really nice ears."

"Oh, I get it, you musht mean a shtuffed bunny," Chelsea says giggling awkwardly, still not understanding the joke.

"Oh, he'll be 'shtuffed' alright," Lily says with a mischievous laugh, "'Shtuffed' way up inside me."

The room erupts in laughter while Chelsea sits with a confused and embarrassed look on her face.

Knocking from the podium, "Girls, girls..." Eve says with authority. The girls quiet down and turn their attention to Eve once more with only a few lingering giggles here and there.

"Lily brings up a good point. Lily, as some of you may know, works at the Downtown Underground at a store called Taboo," Eve explains to the rest of the group. "Daye, Kaylee and Chelsea nod in agreement. "Lily, do you think we could arrange a field trip to your store one day?"

Lily shrugs, "Sure, why not? I'm obviously off on Tuesdays. Maybe we could have our meeting there after hours, one week."

"That would be great, thanks, Lily," Eve says. "It may help clear up any... misconceptions about certain things amongst our sisters."

Lily nods, understanding exactly what Eve means.

"Anyone else want to read a letter?" Eve asks expectantly.

Daye says, "Nah, I basically wrote the same thing you did, Evie."

"Yeah, um, me too," Kaylee lies.

"Aw, come on. One of you read yours. You're the V. P.'s after all. Lead by example, right?" Eve says with a hand on her hip.

Kaylee, always willing to please, gets up, sighs, and takes out her letter.

"Okay, here goes... but don't laugh," Kaylee cautions.

"Never, anyone who laughs at another Little Girl's letter will be asked to leave immediately," Eve says sternly.

"Okay," Kaylee says, a little reassured by Eve's warning.

"Dear Daddy," Kaylee looks at the other girls, expecting at least one jab or jeer. One comment about her abusive alcoholic mother, or Kaylee having been raised by such a poverty-stricken slut. But Kaylee looks around and sees nothing but supportive, expectant faces, ready and eager to hear what she has to say."

"Dear Daddy, I hope this letter finds you smiling because that's how I feel when I think of you. My heart is so full of love and happiness, it's like a big, warm bubble that makes me float off the ground!"

"You know, when I was little, I used to draw your name in my notebook with big, loopy hearts around it. I always dreamed of the day when I could call you my husband. Imagine my surprise when you turned out to be my Daddy! I was ecstatic! It's like I'm living in a fairy tale, and I'm the luckiest princess in the whole world."

"Do you remember our first kiss under the mistletoe this Christmas? It was magical, like something out of a storybook. I felt like Cinderella at the ball, and you were my handsome prince. That kiss made me feel so special and loved, and I want to feel that way forever."

"Being your little girl is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Before I knew you were my Daddy, my life was different. It was like living in a cold, dark house, and then I found a secret door that led me to a warm, sunny place filled with love and laughter. That place is you, Daddy, and my sisters, Eve and Daye. My family."

"I love everything about my new life. I even love being your maid, although you tell me I don't have to be. I want to take care of you and make your life easier, just like you've taken care of me. It makes me so happy to see you smile, and I want to do everything I can to keep you smiling."

"Sometimes, I can't believe that I'm actually a part of this wonderful family. It's like a dream come true, and I pinch myself every morning to make sure it's real. I love my mom, but she wasn't always the best mom. She's had a hard time, and sometimes she said mean things or did things that hurt me. But you, Daddy, you're different. You're kind, caring, generous, patient, an absolutely incredible lover, and you make me feel warm, and safe, and loved every day. I want to be with you always, Daddy."

"I want to make you happy, Daddy, to take care of you, and to always be your little girl. I love you more than words can say, and I'm so grateful that you're my Daddy."

"I'll love you forever, Daddy, Kaylee."

"Oh my god, Kay, that was wonderful!" Daye says slightly teary-eyed.

"Thanks, Daye. I love you and Evie so much!" She gets choked up as she bends down to hug Daye close. Eve steps over and rubs Kaylee's back, fighting back her own happy tears.

"Awwwwwww..." The girls watching this touching moment all look at them with eyes full of empathy and love.

When Kaylee lets go of Daye and sits down again, Eve turns to the rest of the group, wiping a tear away from her eye, careful not to smudge her makeup.

Before Eve can say anything, Shelby speaks.

"I guess I'll go now," Shelby says in a small voice full of dread. Seeing how loving and caring Eve and Daye have been with Kaylee is what finally gives her the strength she needs to read her letter.

"Oh, yeah, by all means, Shel, er, Little Girl Shelby. You have the floor."

"Yeah, little shishter, you got thish!" Chelsea cheers.

"Heh... okay, thanks." Shelby opens a folded slip of paper and takes a deep breath and starts reading. At first, her voice is monotonous, and she rushes through it as quickly as she can. However, as she reads, her internal voice can be sensed in her writing, and she relaxes, and she begins to speak naturally rather than read the words.

"Dear Daddy, I don't know how to start this or even what to say. I've been trying to figure out my feelings, and it's like trying to catch smoke with my hands. I know I have feelings for you, but I can't quite grab hold of them?"

"It's like when I was little, and I'd try to catch fireflies in a jar. I'd see them flashing around, and I'd want to hold onto that light, but as soon as I tried to grab them, they'd slip through my fingers. That's what my feelings are like right now--slippery and hard to catch."

"You make my heart want to puke, but not bad puke, like, puke love into my bloodstream, you know? It's everywhere, and I don't know what to do with it."

"I try to talk to myself and figure it out, but it's like trying to solve a puzzle in the dark. Do I use my hands? My eyes don't work. Do I taste each piece? I'll use my tongue if I have to, Daddy."

"All I know is I want to be with you, but I don't know how to say it or what it means. It's like I'm standing at the edge of a pool, and I want to jump in, but I'm scared of the water."

"Sometimes I think about what it would be like if we were together, just the two of us. It's like imagining a dream vacation--sunshine, beaches, and lots of ice cream. But then I think about how it would really be, and I get scared. What if it rains and we're trapped in the tent the whole time? Would that make it better or worse?"

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that I have feelings for you, Daddy. They're new and scary and exciting all at the same time. I don't know how to express them or what they mean, but I know they're there. You're the "X" on a treasure map, but I don't know where the trail starts."

"I love you, Daddy. I just wanted to tell you that. Maybe one day I'll figure it all out, but for now, I'm just trying to catch the fireflies."

"Love in every way, Shelby."

The girls all smile at the innocence and adolescent charm of her writing.

"Yesh! That wash sho aweshome, Shelby!" Chelsea claps and cheers for her sister.

Eve places a hand on her shoulder. "I think that will count for both your mirror and your quill charms, Shelby. Very well done. We're all extremely proud of you."

Shelby looks down at the floor, smiles, and blushes slightly at the praise. "Thanks, Evie," she says bashfully, and returns to her seat.

Eve turns to Daye.

"Last chance, little sister," she says in a slightly teasing voice.

Daye's smile fades and turns into annoyance.

"No!" She says adamantly. "I said no, and I meant it. I'm not reading it."

"Oh, come on. You said it was just like mine. Just read--"

"Fine! Here! You want to see what it says? You read it!" Daye says as she abruptly stands, thrusts the folded sheet of paper at her sister, and storms out of the room.

"Daye, why..." Eve starts, puzzled by the outburst, but it's too late, Daye is gone, tromping up the stairs.

Eve stands there looking after her sister, wondering what just happened. She looks at Daye's slightly crumpled letter.

"Well, go ahead. Read it," Lily says, excited to see what all the fuss is about.

Eve regains her composure and steps back to the podium. She unfolds her sister's letter and begins reading the words silently to herself, wondering why her sister reacted the way she did.

Dear Daddy,

Eve said we had to write a gooshy letter to our Daddies, so here's mine.

What I didn't realize, was that writing this letter is a lot harder than I thought it would be (That's what she said, Haha!). I'm not usually one for all that emotional stuff, but here I am, trying to put my feelings for you into words. It's tough, you know? Trying to figure out why I feel the way I do, because it's complicated, Daddy. I love you so much, but I'm also kind of mad at you.

You know I've always been competitive with Eve. Everything we do, I want to do it first. It's just the way I am. So, when she was the first to do stuff with you, I was really disappointed. I felt like I had failed somehow, like I wasn't good enough to be first with you. Why did she get that and not me?

I mean, come on, Daddy. I'm the one who's always pushing boundaries, taking risks. I thought for sure I'd be the one to explore that side of our relationship first. But no, Eve had to go and beat me to it. And she did everything first with you--oral, vaginal, even anal. She didn't really leave me anything. Even so, I wasn't that jealous, at least not at first. I became jealous later. Really jealous. But here's the surprising part (even for me). It wasn't because she got to do those things with you first. It was because of how she got to do those things with you.

Seeing how special and intimate it was for her, in that cozy cabin, in front of a roaring fireplace, just you and her sharing intimate moment after intimate moment. You made her feel so loved and cherished, like she was the only girl in the world. It made me realize how much I wanted that too. I wanted you to make me feel that way, to show me that I was just as special to you as she is. But you didn't.

My first time with you was during a foursome with Olivia. Don't get me wrong, it was hot, and fun and sexy, I won't lie, but it wasn't... personal. It wasn't just you and me, and that's what I wish we'd had. I wanted you to look into my eyes and see me, only me, and tell me how much you love me. In that moment, I wanted you to make me feel like the most important person in the world, just like you did with Eve.

I can't help but feel like I missed out on something special, something that should have been mine, ours. It's hard not to be sad or even doubt myself when I compare my experience to hers. Why didn't you want to give me that, Daddy? Do you love her more than me? You say you don't, but sometimes it feels that way.

I know I always act tough, like I don't care about any of this "gooshy" stuff. I know I went along with everything when Livvy started pressuring me to do it, and I'll own that part of it. But the truth is, Daddy, I do care about the gooshy stuff, I care a lot. I wish I hadn't gone along with Livvy's requests, I wish we had waited until it was just you and me. I guess I was so concerned with catching up to Eve, that I didn't take the gooshy stuff into consideration. And it hurts that we didn't make our first time together feel more special. I just want you to know that.

I love you, Daddy. I always will. "Always and forever", right? I want you to know I'll always be your little girl, your little Daye-glow-worm, and your firecracker of a lover, but I needed you to know these things, too.

With a heavy heart full of love,

Dayton Flagg

Eve finishes reading the letter, looks up at the girls and says, "Um... excuse me. I'll be right back. Um... just uh, talk amongst yourselves."

Eve races up the stairs to find Daye. She finds her in her bedroom, lying down with her face buried in a pillow. When Eve approaches, Daye raises her head, and angrily shouts, "Go away!"

Eve flinches at her words, but proceeds. "Daye, I... I read it, not to the girls, just to myself."

"So?" Daye says into her pillow.

"Daye... for what it's worth, I'm really sorry. I... I always thought you liked the night we helped you lose your virginity. I know I did." Eve thinks back to that night with warm thoughts.

"Remember how scared you were? How I held your head in my lap while Daddy entered you for the first time?"

Daye nods, still hiding her face.

"Remember how we held hands and kissed? How you suckled at my breast while Daddy licked and touched us both? How I encouraged you and supported you the whole time?"

Daye nods again, more slowly this time.

"Heheheh... and how you licked my pussy until I came on your face while Daddy fucked you to your first climax on his giant cock?"

Daye turns her head, a small smile on her face. "Yeah, that was fuckin' hot," Daye says, reminiscing. "Or what about you feeding me his cum?" Daye giggles, "I didn't even know what it was at first! Hahaha!"

"Hehehe, yeah, that was funny. God, and you loved it, too" Eve says.

"Still do!" Daye says excitedly.

Eve gets a little quiet and says, "Well, Daye, I didn't get to have a sister there to help me with my first time. I've actually always been kinda jealous of you for that."

Daye's face crinkles up into a girlish question. "You... you are?"

Eve nods, smiling. "Yeah. You have to understand, I was so scared. I mean I was super excited, but also really terrified. It would've been so much better if you'd been there. The truth is, Dayton, I've grown to depend on you to do things first. You have such a knack for just doing things. You're a natural at going headlong into things and just... succeeding. I always have to work at everything I do and practice. You just go "do" stuff. So, I guess with Daddy, I wanted to make things different. I needed to prove something to myself, that I could go first for once." Eve pauses and thinks back to the experience in the cabin. "It was truly terrifying," Eve says with a chuckle. "If you had been there, I think it would've been more fun and a lot less, I don't know, serious."

"Really?" Daye asks, surprised.

"Mm-hm," Eve says, nodding.

Daye looks relieved to hear this side of things. "So, we both want the other's first time?"

Eve nods again, smiling.

Daye considers this. A smile spreads across her face.

"Thanks, Evie. You're the best. I had no idea you felt that way."

"And I had no idea you felt this way," Eve says, holding up the letter.

"Give me that," Daye says, smiling and snatching the letter from Eve's hand. "I need to write a new one. Here," she says, thrusting her neck forward, "I want you to take my quill charm back until I'm done."

"What? You don't need to--"

"Yeah, I do, Evie. Take it."

Eve gently removes the charm from Daye's choker. "There. I'll give it back to you whenever you finish your letter. You wanna come back downstairs, now?"

"Yeah. Sorry, sis. I guess I got a little dramatic there for a second."

"No problem. I understand. Come on, let's go."

Holding hands, the sisters walk back down to the basement.

"Okay, ladies! Time for charms!" Eve calls out upon entering the room.

The girls all finish up their conversations and return to their seats, giving Eve the respect and attention she commands.

"Alright. First up, we have Little Girl Shelby. Shelby has put forth tremendous effort since last week and therefore has earned not only her quill charm for the letter, but the mirror charm for having been so honest and willing to share her feelings for her Daddy. Little Girl Shelby, please stand and be recognized."

Shelby bashfully stands, and Eve clips the two charms to her choker.

"Thank you," she whispers.

"Next, I'd like to ask our newest member if she would like to earn her first charm tonight." Eve says this with a flair of pomp and circumstance.

"Um... sure. What do I need to do?" Mila asks nervously.

"Just admit to yourself and to us that you have feelings for your Daddy," Kaylee says, smiling. "It's easy. Just say something like, 'I want to make love to my Daddy because I love him so much.'"

Mila looks around, nervously taking in the faces of the girls. Some of these girls are familiar, a couple of them she has never met before.

"And remember, we have all pledged to keep everything that happens here a secret," Eve reminds her, "But there is also no pressure or judgment. If you'd like to get your mirror charm tonight, you can, but it's not required."

"Okay," Mila says. She stands up, hands in the pockets of her cutoff jean shorts. "I... I guess I first started thinking about my dad in a different way about a year ago. I thought there was something wrong with me, you know? Like, I'm not supposed to want to, you know, like try to see him naked... but I did."

"I mean, the first time was an accident, you know? He was in the shower one day, and I just happened to be up in my old treehouse. I was just looking around out there, thinking about when I was a kid, you know? And I just happened to look up and I saw him through the window, you know? He was... well, at first, I thought he was scrubbing his ding-a-ling really hard, you know? And I, you know, thought that made sense, cuz momma always says that boys' ding-a-lings are dirty things. I figured he was trying to get his clean. But then he tensed up all over and gave it a couple more scrubs and then went right along taking a normal shower, you know? I remember thinking, 'That was kinda weird.'"

Mila's face starts to flush and her voice gets quiet. "I... saw his, you know, penis, you know? It was pretty big. Bigger than I thought it would be." She shifts around, shuffling her feet. "I... I realized I wanted to see it up close, to touch it. To feel it, you know?" Mila looks up at the girls a little more confidently and continues as if telling a normal story again.

"So, the next time my Dad went to take a shower, I grabbed my mom's birdwatching binoculars and went out to the treehouse again. I looked through them and there he was. It was like I was in the shower with him. He looked good, too. I could see his muscles, all shiny and wet, you know? Then he started playing with his thing again. It was all floppy, but... he started cleaning it again and it got big again. This time, though, when he was done scrubbing and he tensed up, you know? I could see some stuff squirting out of it, because of the binoculars, you know? I think it's what my mom calls 'jisma'."

Mila is starting to relax a little, getting more into her story. "She told me men make jisma, and that jisma fertilizes the eggs in my tummy, but that the man has to put his dirty ding-a-ling in me to do it, and to never let them do it until I'm married."

Eve looks around the room. All the other girls have the same expression on their faces that she is currently wearing. "Has no one ever taught this poor girl about sex at all?" she thinks. She recalls Kaylee was pretty vague on the details about sex, but this girl... she must've grown up under a rock.

Mila continues, "Anyway, seeing the jisma come out of his penis... I don't know... I wanted to see what it was like. What it felt like, what it tasted like, you know? All of a sudden I started feeling all tingly, you know, 'down there'. But when I tried to rub the feeling away, it just got worse... or like, you know... I don't know... better?"

"After that, I started going out to the treehouse a lot. Every time my dad would take a shower I'd tell my mom I saw a bird I wanted to identify. I'd run out to my treehouse and watch my Dad. As soon as he started cleaning his ding-a-ling, I'd start rubbing 'down there', you know? I'd rub and he'd scrub. Pretty soon I'd feel like I needed to pee, so I'd stop and watch him squirt his jisma and then I'd go back inside."

Mila looks at her shoes, blushing a little.

That's when I think I knew for the first time that I wanted to feel my dad's penis and I wanted to make a baby with him," Mila concludes.

Eve snaps out of her thoughts and stands, clapping. "Let's hear it for Mila! That was great!" The girls all clap for her.

Eve approaches Mila, "Little Girl Mila, here is the Mirror charm. Let it always remind you that you must face yourself first before beginning any emotional journey." Eve can't remember exactly what she said about the mirror charm last week, but this was pretty much the gist.

The rest of the girls clap and cheer for Mila, congratulating her on her achievement.

Eve taps the podium to bring order back to the room once more.

"We will now hand out the rest of the charms for this week," she announces.

The girls all chatter with excitement.

One by one, she clips the quill charm to each girl's choker, saying, "Sisters, the Quill charm is more than just a piece of jewelry; it is a symbol of our deepest thoughts and emotions. When we put pen to paper, we bare our souls, pouring out our hopes, our fears, and our dreams. The Quill represents the power of self-expression, the courage to confront our innermost feelings, and the strength to share them with the ones we love."

"Each letter we write to our Daddies is a testament to our journey, a map of our hearts. It is a reminder that our words have the power to heal, to connect, and to transform. By earning this charm, we prove to ourselves and to each other that we are not afraid to explore the depths of our emotions, to seek understanding, and to grow."

"So, wear your Quill charm with pride, Little Girls, knowing that you have taken a significant step in your journey of self-discovery and emotional honesty. Let it be a reminder that your words are powerful, that your feelings are valid, and that you are never alone in your thoughts."

The girls' eyes gleam with excitement and pride as they hear the power in Eve's words.

Eve takes a deep breath. "Now, for next week, we are going to change it up a bit. You will have your choice between one of two tasks, or you can be an overachiever and do both," she says with an expectant smile.

"You can write another letter to your Daddy, this one must be given to him, but will be anonymous. It will be from a secret admirer." The girls giggle at this idea and begin discussing possibilities.

"OR!" Eve has to raise her voice to be heard over the chatter, "or, you can flirt with your Daddy for the first time."

A chorus of "OOOOOOooooooOOOOOOoooo!" erupts from the girls and it devolves into giggles.

"As always, if you need any help or advice, just send me or Daye or Kaylee here a text."

Suddenly, they hear the thump of the front door closing upstairs, and Eve's eyes widen and the color fades from her face.

Her father is home early.

The panic in Eve's eyes is clear to everyone. "Quick! Help me clean this up!" she whispers frantically. Eve grabs the eraser and begins scrubbing away everything from the mirror. Meanwhile Daye and Kaylee whisper orders to the other girls to help arrange the exercise equipment back to where it should be. With everyone helping it looks relatively normal in the space of about a minute.

And not a moment too soon. They hear the footsteps of Eve's Daddy descending the basement stairs.

"Girls?" Randall calls. "You down here?"

"Yes, Daddy!" Kaylee calls, and Daye gives her a cross look.

Daye peels off her shirt, revealing a lacy violet bra underneath, her small breasts filling it perfectly. She reaches into the rear of the podium and grabs a deck of playing cards.

"Here," she whispers, "Someone take off some clothes, quick."

Lily sees Daye's intentions and takes off her shorts and shirt, and sits down in her underwear. They each quickly take a few cards and act as if they are playing a game.

"Daddy! Don't come in here!" Eve cries in mock outrage. He pokes his head in and immediately withdraws after seeing the partially clad girls playing cards.

"Sorry! I didn't know! Sorry!" he calls from behind the curtain that separates the two rooms.

"Daddy!!" Eve yells, trying to both sound angry and not laugh at the same time. She barely succeeds.

"I'll... uh... be upstairs," he says and quickly climbs the stairs again, shaking his head and chuckling to himself about walking in on a game of strip poker. He also tries his best to burn the image of Lily in her underwear into his brain.

Lily giggles, putting her shirt and shorts back on, and says, "That was awesome. Good call, Daye."

"That wash closhe," Chelsea says with a relieved smile.

The rest of the DLG club agrees, and Eve starts to wonder if their basement is really the best place to hold these meetings.

A few minutes later, the group of girls, now fully clothed, emerges from downstairs.

They say their goodbyes at the front door, giving each other heartfelt hugs. Randall comes over and offers another awkward apology, says his goodbyes to the girls he recognizes, and offers introductions to those he doesn't.

As Eve is hugging Chelsea goodbye and listening to her blabber on and on about card games, board games, underwear, being embarrassed, and then launching into a story about something entirely unrelated, she notices Lily stealthily slip a folded green sheet of paper into the side pocket of her dad's suit.

"That little slut-butt," Eve thinks. She remembers how explicit that letter was. Is Lily really making her move on her Daddy right now? Eve's insecurities start to close in around her like the jaws of a vise. What will that mean for her and her sisters? What if her Daddy wants to be with a wilder more sexually charged girl like Lily? He does seem to have an endless amount of energy when it comes to sex. What if that's because she and her sisters aren't satisfying him? She feels a jealous panic rear its head in her gut. She decides then and there that she must intercept that letter at all costs.

With the final goodbye said and the last hug given, the front door closes and it is just the four of them.

"So, Daddy, you're home early. What happened?" Daye asks.

"Oh, nothing. Just a little tired. We had our tacos, played a little pool, and then I came home.

"I hope Becky wasn't too disappointed," Kaylee says with real concern, "I know I would be."

"Becky will be fine, trust me," Randall says with a reassuring smile.

"I'm just glad you're home, Daddy," Eve says and gives him a hug. She tries slip a hand into his pocket right then, but she miscalculates her hug, and now the angle is all wrong.

"Thanks, pumpkin. I'm glad to be home."

"So, what was that? You girls aren't drunk, are you? I told you I don't like you ladies drinking when I'm not around."

"No, Daddy, honest," Kaylee says sweetly.

"So, you were playing strip poker completely sober?"

Daye looks at him with a flirtatious gleam in her eye, "Sure, why not? We could keep playing if you want to, Daddy."

Randall sighs heavily, "No, not tonight, sweetheart. I think I'm just gonna go on up to bed."

"Fi-i-i-ne," Daye says, eyes downcast, her disappointment obvious.

The girls fix some popcorn and plop down in front of the TV. The Summer Screamers Movie Marathon is on, so they watch a horror movie and whisper about the club, what they will do next week and begin planning a field trip to Lily's lingerie shop, Taboo.

After the first movie is over, Eve stands up and says, "I'm a little tired myself." She yawns, standing on her tiptoes, stretching her tummy muscles, her spine crackling gently.

"'Night," Daye says simply, fully engrossed in the next horror flick that has just started.

"Goodnight, Evie. Sweet dreams," Kaylee adds, then jumps as a man in a hockey mask slashes at a teenage prom queen.

"Heh, try not to have any nightmares yourself, Kay," Eve says and pads quietly up the stairs to her room.

Once in her bedroom, Eve goes into "commando mode". She slips into a black, tight-fitting leotard she got for one of her future cosplay costumes and steps silently into the hall. She can still hear the screams and what sounds like a chainsaw coming from the TV downstairs. She clicks off the hall light and creeps up to her father's bedroom door. After months of secret nighttime "sexcursions", she knows very well how to open his door silently, so as not to wake Daye or Kaylee. While her Daddy wouldn't be mad at her for one of her late-night visits, he might feel differently if he knew she wanted to steal something from him, even if it was something as small as a note.

She slowly opens the door, steps into the dark bedroom, and pushes the door closed behind her. She can hear her Daddy's light breathing and an occasional soft snore. She knows her Daddy is a light sleeper, and she needs to be extra careful not to make any noise.

Letting her eyes adjust fully, she can now make out the dim light from the few streetlights outside filtering through the curtains of the window to her left. Her eyes dart back and forth looking for the suit jacket. She sees it hanging on the corner of the full-length mirror. "If that mirror could talk," she thinks, remembering how six months ago, her Daddy made her watch their reflections in that mirror while he pounded into her tight little pussy again and again. In her mind's eye, she can still see mirror-Eve's face, lost in an orgasmic tapestry of confusion and ecstasy.

"Focus!" She thinks furiously to herself as she shakes the memory out of her head. She tiptoes over to the mirror, avoiding the areas where she knows the "creakers" are. "Creakers" is the name she has mentally assigned to the floorboards that creak the loudest when she steps on them. This house is over eighty years old and has its fair share of creakers. After stepping across the last creaker, flailing her arms a little to keep her balance, she reaches the mirror. She slides one small hand into her Daddy's jacket pocket and feels the sheet of paper inside. Carefully, she pulls the paper out of the suit pocket, cringing as one corner of the paper makes a scratching sound against the fabric. Finally, she has the note in her hand.

She turns, and steps across the creaker she knows is now directly in front of her.

She misjudges her step and her foot finds a different creaker.

C-r-e-e-a-k!

Her Daddy's breathing stops, and he says thickly, "Heather? Mmph... com'ere baby."

Eve's heart is pounding in her chest. "Is he talking to me or just dreaming?" she thinks. She's about to respond when she hears another soft snore drift out of the darkness.

With a mental sigh of relief, she makes a giant step over to the dresser (a creaker-free zone), and catches her balance again. She has time to reflect on her dad calling out for her mom. It's been five and a half years, and he still hasn't completely let go. She doubts he ever will, and because of that, she is heartbroken for him. Sure, she lost her mom, and that was awful, but to see how much he truly loved her... it just hits differently.

She swings the door open and slips back out into the hallway. She can now hear the TV again, and she can see the gray-blue light from it drifting up the stairs and shifting on the walls at the far end of the hall.

She pulls the door closed, turning the knob so it won't click as it closes, and she creeps back down the hall to her bedroom.

The relief she feels when she lies on her bed is immense, and she silently celebrates her sneaky success, grinning a huge, toothy grin.

Still smiling, she unfolds the piece of light-green paper and begins to read, secretly wanting to read those raunchy, sexy phrases again.

"Dear Daddy," it starts, but by the time Eve gets to the third line, her smile faulters, then fades completely.

"This isn't the right letter!" She thinks, completely confused. She continues reading.

Dear Randall/Mr. Flagg/Daddy,

As I sit down to write this letter, my heart is pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves. First off, I don't really know what to call you, so I'll just use "Daddy" for now. I hope that's okay.

You see, Daddy, I've only known you for about six months, but in that time, you've come to mean a lot to me. Remember meeting me at the pool party on New Years? I wore that little one piece. You said I looked hot. I couldn't believe it. No one has ever said that about me before. I always get "cute" or "adorable" because of my size, but you saw me differently, like a woman and not a little girl. That was huge.

I also must confess, Daddy, that I'm incredibly envious of Eve, Daye, and Kaylee. Seeing them with you, seeing the love and happiness you bring into their lives, I've wanted that for myself for so long it hurts. I wish my dad had been there for me and Kim, but my mom and dad took off years ago, and now me and Kimmy are all alone. I wish we were part of your family, Daddy. We could be your fourth and fifth daughters, your little princesses, just like Eve and Daye and Kay.

But there's actually more to it than that, Daddy. Like I said, I'm not just a little girl anymore. I have the mind and body of a woman, and with those come these desires that I can't ignore. I look at you, Daddy, and I see someone I want to be with, someone I want to love and be loved by (now switch "love" with "fuck" haha! J/K... no I'm not! =P). I do, though. I want to be your lover, your partner, your daughter.

I know it might seem strange, Daddy, but I'm fascinated by the incestuous nature of your relationships with your daughters. It intrigues me, excites me, and makes me want to be a part of it even more. I want to experience that love, that passion, that unique bond that you share with them.

So, Daddy, I'm asking you, no, begging you, to take me in, to make me a part of your family, and to love me as both a father and a lover. I promise you, Daddy, that I will be the best daughter and the most devoted lover you could ever ask for. I will make you happy, I will make your life better, and I will love you with all my heart, just like I do Eve, Daye, and Kay. I'll please you every day and in every way with all my soul, and all my being.

Please, Daddy, say you'll give me a chance. Say you'll let me be your little girl and your woman. Say you'll let me love you, and let me be loved by you.

With daughterly love and womanly lust,

Lily

"What is this??" she thinks. Where are all the graphic, explicit, gory details? She is thoroughly flummoxed. Then she realizes what happened. Lily never wrote those things. She just pretended to read this letter and spouted off a bunch of naughty stuff. Stuff she probably got from one of those pornographic magazines they sell at the lingerie store.

Eve's face flushes in shame. These words were not written for her. The fact that Lily couldn't bring herself to tell the club how she truly felt about her Dad makes her heart ache for her. While she recognizes that taking this letter from her dad was a breach of trust, she also realizes that she was never supposed to know the true nature of this letter, therefore, she couldn't possibly talk to Lily about this note without her finding out she read it.

"There's only one thing to do," she thinks, setting her jaw and nodding to herself, "I have to put this letter back and pretend I never saw it, no matter what happens."

She folds the letter and places it in the top part of her leotard next to her heart. As she steps back out into the hall, barefoot on the hardwood, she hears the TV announcer saying something about the Summer Screamers Marathon continuing with "Murphy's Law Chainsaw Part 4" She peers over the railing to see Daye and Kaylee cuddled up together on the couch sleeping peacefully as the ominous piano notes of the "Murphy's Law Chainsaw" theme begin to play on the TV.

"That's good," Eve thinks, "I don't want any interruptions."

She quickly steals back to her Daddy's bedroom door and turns the knob once more.

Now inside the room, she again lets her eyes fully adjust to the darkness of the room. The headlights of a car driving past the house give off enough light to see that her Daddy has rolled to the other side of the bed now. Using the quickly fading light to orient herself better, she takes a couple of steps. Silence. No creakers. Just that one last giant step to get to the mirror and she'll be home free. She takes a breath, raises her foot and--

"Eve? Is that you, darlin'? What are you doing?" her father's sleepy voice asks in the darkness.

Eve is so startled, she lets out a small yelp. "Daddy!" she whispers hoarsely "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were awake."

"Okay," Randall says, a little more clearly, "Then I ask again, what are you doing?"

"Oh, um... nothing." She unconsciously grabs the note from her leotard and holds it protectively.

"What is that? What've you got in your hands?"

"What? Um... it's nothin', Daddy. Go back to sleep."

Randall sits up in bed and flips on the bedside lamp. Now fully awake, he takes in Eve's outfit, the black spandex material hugs every curve of Eve's exquisite body. Her slender hips, her trim waist accentuating the swell of her breasts, her nipples are hard little points pressing against the fabric. Her platinum-blonde hair is in a bun, but a hank of hair hangs loose, and for whatever reason, this alone drives Randall a little wild. He sees the slip of paper in her hands and becomes even more curious despite the sexy girl standing before him.

"Um, what are you doing?" He asks again emphatically.

"I... um... I wanted to surprise you?" Eve offers, hoping this excuse might work, but doubting it will.

"What is that?" Randall asks, referring to the note and holding his hand out.

Eve instinctively hides the note behind her back. "I told you, Daddy. It's nothing."

"Eve?" He says, a tone of humorous threat in his voice, but a threat just the same.

Eve sighs heavily, knowing the game is up. "It's a note... it's from Lily... it's to you."

"And why would you need to sneak into my room to deliver a note from Lily at," he checks the clock beside his bed, "... at 1:33 in the morning?"

Eve looks down at her bare feet. She realizes absently that she's standing on a creaker, and it speaks its creaks every time she shifts her weight.

"I'm waiting, young lady."

Eve mumbles something Randall can't quite hear. "What was that?" He asks.

"Because I took it from you," Eve admits.

Randall cocks his head to one side and looks at Eve quizzically. "You took it from me?" Eve nods guiltily. "When? Why?"

Eve tries frantically to think of an answer to either of these questions that won't give away the existence of the DLG, and comes up with a half-truth.

"We were, um, talking about guys we had crushes on, and, you know, I couldn't say you cuz that would be weird, right? So, then Lily was like, 'I have a crush on your dad,' and told me she was gonna write you a dirty letter."

"Oka-a-y... and?" Randall responds, silently enjoying the idea of Lily lusting after him.

"And, well, I saw her slip a note in your suit pocket while we were saying our goodbyes, and, well, I... I guess I got a little jealous and... and I snuck in here and stole it." Eve finishes quickly, hanging her head in shame.

"You stole a note from me?"

Eve nods again.

Randall is very amused by this whole situation, but having a daughter stealing things from him is not something he wants to encourage.

"Give it to me," Randall demands with a bit of anger in his voice.

"Daddy, I'm sorry. I took it back to my room and read it, and it wasn't a dirty letter at all, it was actually really sweet, and also a little sad."

"You read it?" Randall's annoyance with Eve is growing now. "That is a violation of not only Lily's privacy, but of mine, young lady. You had no right--"

"I know! I'm sorry! That's why I was giving it back. Here." She thrust the note towards him.

Randall takes the note, never looking away from his daughter.

"Eve, this is not like you. After all this time, I thought you were the confident one. The... rational one. I mean, I expect this kind of thing from Kaylee, maybe even Daye, but you? Why?"

"I don't know, Daddy. The things she said she was going to write... they were really... graphic. I guess I want to be the one that does those kinds of things with you, not her."

Randall is a little touched. Of all his daughters, Eve has always seemed the most gung-ho about the whole sharing thing. To see this type of possessiveness from her is surprising, if not a little comforting to Randall. He doesn't want to admit it to himself, but from time to time, he has had the feeling that Eve never really loved him as much as her sisters do. How could she if she was so ready and willing to share him with the others? This act of jealousy makes him take another look at his oldest daughter, and he feels his heart overflow with love for her.

"What kinds of things?" he asks, his voice softening.

"You know... sexy things," Eve says, her voice trailing off and a red blush spreading across her face. If it were brighter in the room, Randall would find it quite pretty.

"What kinds of sexy things?" Randall presses, genuinely curious.

"I don't know... like... she said she wanted you to..." and Eve's voice trails off again.

"What was that?"

Eve raises her chin and looks at her Daddy and says more boldly, "She said she wanted you to fuck her so hard she couldn't walk straight the next day. She said," Eve pauses, trying to remember all those hot, pornographic phrases that came pouring out of Lily's pouty little mouth. "She said she wanted to feel your breath on her neck while you whispered dirty things to her while you fucked her from behind. She said she wanted to feel your cock spray her guts with cum."

Having said all this, she looks at her father defiantly, arms crossed.

Randall nods, amused and more than a little aroused by Eve's short speech. "You realize you did a bad thing tonight, don't you?" he says, a playful glint in his eye.

"I guess, yeah. Sure," Eve says, trying to maintain her composure.

"And you understand you deserve to be punished?" he asks.

Eve snorts, "Sure, yeah, I guess. What, am I grounded? I'm twenty years old, Daddy."

"And you live in my house," Randall counters, his voice firm, but with a hint of humor.

"Dad-dy! Seriously? Are you really going to ground me? That's little kid stuff!"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!" Eve insists, becoming genuinely irate.

"So, you're saying I need to come up with a punishment more fitting for a defiant, disobedient, jealous, thieving twenty-year-old girl?"

This comment stings worse than anything he's said yet. "I guess," Eve says, tilting her head away and fighting back the tears of shame and humiliation. The fact that she is about to receive a punishment from her father at her age... it's embarrassing.

"Take that off," Randall commands, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Eve looks at him, confused, "What?"

"That," he points at her in a sort of general way, "That sexy little catsuit thing. Take it off." He says.

"Now," he adds with fatherly authority.

Eve eyes him warily and then lets a suspicious but hopeful smile spread across her face. She slowly reaches up and peels the leotard away from one shoulder, the stretchy black fabric hisses faintly as it moves across Eve's smooth, tanned skin. The single lamp casting shadows over the contours of her now exposed collarbone.

As she slips her arm free of the sleeve, Randall sits back against the headboard and puts his hands behind his head. "Keep going," He coaches, "Not too fast, now. Let your Daddy enjoy this. It's your punishment after all."

Eve smiles broadly. "Yes, Daddy," she coos softly, knowing this response always gets him going.

Randall watches his daughter strip seductively for him. At her "Yes, Daddy" his cock jumps a little.

She slides her right arm out of the other sleeve, relishing the feel of it against her flesh. She finds herself getting aroused by this slow striptease she is performing. She can feel a warm slickness between her legs as the anticipation of whatever her Daddy has planned builds.

She decides to tease her Daddy a little more and turns her back towards him. She slowly slides the leotard down, exposing her breasts to the night air. The lamp does its duty and casts a shadow of Eve's form against the wall. Randall notices this, and as he looks at his daughter's silhouette, he finds that he can clearly see Eve in the mirror, her perky breasts, her flat stomach. He shakes his head. "Goddamn she's beautiful," he thinks.

Eve turns her head and catches him looking at her in the mirror. She peeks back at him over her shoulder, the loose hank of hair falling beside her cheek giving her face a blonde backdrop. "Cheater," she purrs with a wry smile. Randall's erection leaps under the light blanket again.

Eve pushes the leotard to her hips. He can see the muscles in her back, the lamplight casting its glow over her ribs and the dimples of her spine. She covers her breasts with one arm and turns slightly.

"Are you gonna punish me good, Daddy? I've been a bad girl," Eve says in a husky but girlish voice.

Randall ignores this and says simply, "Keep going. I think you're better at this than you realize."

Eve smiles back at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She slowly works her tight little outfit over her hips and bends over, her wet pussy glistens in the lamplight as she pushes the fabric to the floor.

She steps out of the leotard and turns to face him, now completely naked. Randall thinks for the quadrillionth time how lucky he is.

He can smell the faint musk of her sex from here. His heart pounds with anticipation. He usually can't decide which daughter he loves more. At this moment, at least, the choice is clear.

"Come here, kitten," he says, smiling.

"I plan to," Eve says, misinterpreting his words on purpose. "And maybe I'll cum over there and then maybe cum across here," and she gestures at the foot of the bed, her voice dripping with innuendo.

Just as Eve is about to place her knee on the bed, Randall sweeps the bed covers away, exposing himself to her. Her eyes dance with lusty glee as she looks at his naked body, the large erection standing at attention.

"Do you want my mouth, Daddy?" her voice again a soft purr.

"No, not tonight, baby girl. I love your magic little mouth, Evie, but tonight I want my girl fully; and right now."

"Yes, Daddy," Eve replies again.

She crawls across the bed to him, her eyes locked on his, biting her bottom lip, her body trembling with anticipation.

She is closer to the lamp now, and all the details of her skin spring into focus. Her freckles, the small bumps covering her areolas, and the coral tips of her nipples, even her eyelashes above those eyes. Those dark-brown abyssal eyes that Randall gets so lost in. As she slowly makes her way towards him her ass sways hypnotically behind her. "I'm being 'hip-notized'," he thinks to himself. Of all of his dad jokes, this one always makes him smile the most.

Eve crawls straight towards him, her mouth colliding with his and falling into a deep kiss, thrusting her tongue against his. His hands are still behind his head. Eve caresses his cheek and the light stubble that has formed there.

She reaches a hand down and pulls lightly at his cock, a naughty smile playing on her lips as she does this. He watches, amused and aroused, as she teases him, her touch light and tantalizing.

She positions herself overtop of him, ready to slide him inside her, "Do you want me, Daddy?"

"Always."

"Then take me, Daddy. Fuck me. Use me like a little whore."

He sighs and laughs to himself, one eyebrow raised, "As you wish."

Suddenly, his arms shoot out from behind his head and he grabs Eve by the shoulders. He tosses her to the bed with ease. He springs up to his knees and grabs her by the hips, pulling her roughly backwards to him.

"Oh, god, Daddy. Yes!"

Nudging her legs apart with his knees he rubs his cock through the sopping-wet trench between her legs, coating first the underside, then the top of his dick in her juices. He grabs his cock and presses into her, feeling the velvety grasp of her muscles embrace him in their tight, vise-like grip.

"OOOOooooo..." Eve lets out as her father slides his massive length into her cock-hungry little pussy.

He immediately begins pumping himself in and out of her. Slamming into his daughter's wet cunt, their bodies making smacking sounds as they meet, over and over.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Fuck! Me! DADDY!" Eve says each word with each smack. "FUCK! ME! DADDY! FUCK! ME! DADDY!"

Over and over. He grabs his daughter by her shoulder and pulls her closer to him, never stopping his hammering assault on her pussy.

"You want me to fuck you, Evie? You want your Daddy to fuck you?" He growls at his daughter. He can see the little hairs on the nape of her neck stand up as his breath tickles the skin there.

Eve's response is a series of incoherent moans and cries of pleasure as she loses herself in the sensation of his body moving against hers. Her back arching as his cock fills her completely.

"Oh, god... Y-y-y-y-e-e-e-e-sssss! Dad-dyyyy!" She cries. He feels her muscles start to grip him even tighter. Her legs start to tremble.

In! In! In! he keeps railing his cock into her like a piston. "I'm gonna fuck you like the little whore girl you are, Evie. I'm gonna use you like a fucking sex toy. Is that what you want?"

"Fuck yes, Daddy. Use me. Use your little girl! Fuck me full of cum, Daddy."

He lets go of her shoulder and she drops back to the bed, her body slick with sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Eve is moaning in her throat, a continuous drone accented by every impact of her Daddy's hips slamming against her.

With each thrust, Eve's pussy is massaging him, playing with him, coaxing the cum out of him.

Eve begins fucking him back, pounding herself backward, perfectly matching his rhythm.

"I'm gonna cum, Daddy! I'm gonna cum all over your big, fucking cock!" she cries out, her voice a high-pitched wail of pleasure.

He grabs her arms and bends them behind her back, using them as leverage to drive himself deeper and deeper into her petite body.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!! GOD! DADDY! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUUUUUU! UNGH! UNGH!

Eve's legs are starting to give out. His daughter is about to cum. He feels his own climax begin to rise from deep within him. His body tensing as he prepares to release himself inside her.

"This is what bad little girls get for stealing things, Evie. I pussy full of their Daddy's cum. Are you a bad girl?"

"YES! I'm a bad girl, Daddy! Fuck me good! Fuck the bad out of me!"

He feels her whole body constrict around him as he relentlessly impales her again and again, driving her towards her inevitable orgasm.

OHMYGODDADDYYESYESYESYESYES!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!

Her muscles clinch down on him, her slick velvet walls pulsing around him, squeezing his swelling cock, trying to milk the sperm from his balls. Her cries of ecstatic pleasure echo in the dark room.

He can't take it. The head of his cock swells and with a low, primal growl he begins pumping his daughter full of cum. Stream after stream of hot semen coats the walls of her pussy, drenching her insides, his cock slides effortlessly through her convulsing hole, each thrust delivers another jet of spunk into her shivering cunt. Her pussy is drooling cum from around the massive cock inside her. With one final massive thrust, he shoots his last few blasts into his daughter, and he is done. Spent.

He releases Eve's arms. Their bodies shake and tremble with the force of their combined orgasms, their breaths coming in ragged, satisfied gasps.

No sooner are they finished than Eve slides herself off of his cock, semen glurting from her pussy. "OW! OW! OW! OW!" she cries, holding her right thigh. "Oh god, Daddy, it hurts!"

Forgetting about everything they just did, Randall instantly becomes her father again, concern etched across his face. "What's wrong, baby?"

"My thigh. I think it's my hamstring. Oh god! Daddy! It hurts!"

He lays her down and gently straightens her leg. While Eve whimpers, he massages the tight muscle, his touch firm but soothing. Within a minute or so, her hamstring has relaxed enough for her to sit up, a look of relief on her face.

Her hair is a mess, she is covered in her Daddy's cum, but she is grinning broadly, and now giggling. Eve says brightly, "Wow, Daddy. That was... wow. It's never been like that before. I think I needed that." Whether she meant the massage or what came before, Randall isn't entirely sure, but he accepts the praise for both.

"You're welcome," he says. "Oh, and just to be clear, you know I didn't mean those things. It was just dirty talk. You know I love you."

"I know, Daddy. I love you, too." She looks at him a flirtatiously and adds, "But I'll still be your little whore girl anytime you want me to be." She throws her arms around his neck and gives him a kiss, her expression full of love and happiness. "Ah! My leg still hurts a little."

They look at each other and smile, sharing the moment. It might be the smile between a father and daughter, or it could be the smile between two lovers; one can only guess.

He pats Eve's perfect ass with his hand, "Go on to bed now, Evie. Have sweet dreams."

"Goodnight, Daddy. I definitely will," Eve says affectionately and gives him one more kiss.

She gets out of her Daddy's bed with a few gasps about her thigh, picks the leotard up off the floor, and limps back to bed. She stops to check downstairs. The TV is still on, chainsaws sawing, and prom queens screaming. Daye and Kay are spooning on the couch, sound asleep. They must be dreaming dreams of chainsaw killers or something, she muses.

She limps the rest of the way to bed, her father's semen still dripping from her pussy. She scoops up a little with a finger and tastes it. She loves the way their mingled juices taste together. This gives her an idea. Maybe another charm for the chokers of the DLG. Maybe an eggbeater or a blender, something to mix with.

Lying in bed now, she slips her fingers inside herself, gathering more of her Daddy's cum. She licks her fingers clean and smiles, satisfied. She finally drifts off to sleep smiling and thinking about the club, her Daddy and what the future might bring.

She limped for two days afterward.

Chapter 3 should be coming soon! Keep an eye out!