Sorry for not finishing others before starting a new one but I woke up with this one begging to be written so I figured I'd make a start ;-) Enjoy!

Pt 1

Karl woke up without his alarm. A glance at the clock radio beside his bed told him it was a little after 8am – quite late for him to be waking up but it was a Sunday at least, and his birthday! The single father doubted his daughter Becky would likely wake up for at least another hour so, slipping out of bed and pulling on his robe, her decided to go make himself a coffee and bring it back up to bed to enjoy the peace and quiet.

As he made his way down the stairs, however, he was surprised to hear the hissing of a frying pan and to smell the unmistakable aroma of cooking bacon. This was nothing, however, compared to the surprise that greeted him as he entered the kitchen.

“Hi Daddy!” Becky grinned, glancing away from the frying pan for a moment, “What are you doing up?”

“I, umm… I wanted a coffee.” Ten year old Becky was standing completely nude in front of the stove. This was not like her – she was usually so modest, having mastered the beach-towel dance at the age of six. Yet here she was, preparing breakfast in her birthday suit, even ‘though it was his birthday! Her dirty-blonde hair was washed, dried and brushed neatly and she even seemed to be wearing a little subtle makeup. Clearly she had not simply fallen out of bed and not bothered to get dressed!

“Go back to bed, I’ll bring it up!” Becky turned slightly towards him and Karl could not deny he liked what he saw. Although puberty had yet to hit her, his young daughter’s body was pleasingly feminine with soft curves and legs many adult women would kill for! Those legs were topped with a cute bubble-butt which was just crying out to be spanked. Her nipples were pale pink, perfectly round and slightly perky, her belly curved outwards appealingly and the soft lips below were smooth and puffy. Karl shook his head to clear his thoughts – this was his daughter and she was ten years old, he should not be thinking of her that way. “Shouldn’t you put on an apron or something?” he suggested, trying his best to sound like a parent.

“Nah I’m being careful,” the little girl assured him, “plus I’m nearly done! Now go back upstairs so I can bring you breakfast in bed!”

“Is that my birthday treat?” Karl asked with a grin, pleased that his daughter knew him so well and understood how much he enjoyed bacon and eggs. Her attention was back on the cooking and, before going back up the stairs, he took a last guilty look at her bare bottom. Most of him hoped that she had simply been lazy after her shower and would put on her party clothes before bringing him his breakfast, avoiding further awkwardness and feelings he did not want to have to deal with, but there was a smaller but still significant part of him that hoped she stayed just as she was.

Slipping off his robe, Karl slid back into bed and wondered if he had time for a little private fun before breakfast arrived but he had barely got as far as forming the thought in his head when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in!” he called. The door swung open and his daughter, still as naked as the day she was born, walked in carrying a tray on which was a plate of delicious-looking bacon and scrambled eggs on toast, a knife and fork, a big mug of coffee and a small vase with a single rose from the bush in the garden in it. She had clearly gone to a lot of effort to make his birthday breakfast a special occasion. “Wow!” Karl grinned, sitting up in bed, “That looks good! Smells delicious too!” With a happy smile, Becky walked around to his side of the bed and set the tray on his lap.

“Happy Birthday, Daddy!” she gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek then hopped up onto the bed to watch him eat. She sat at the foot of the bed, cross-legged like a forest pixie, the way she usually did when she wanted to chat to him, but it had been a good five or six years since she had done so in the nude and Karl was glad to have the food to focus on so he wouldn’t have to think too much about whether to look at her or not.

As well as her looks, Becky had clearly inherited her mother’s cooking skills – it was one of the many things that had made Karl fall in love with her almost thirteen years earlier. It made him a little sad to think of his wife and how things had ended. They had met while she was in addiction recovery and, for a while, things seemed to be going well with her new life of domestic bliss but the old demons had reasserted themselves and the relationship had broken down. By the time Becky was born, Karl had barely recognised the woman he married. When their daughter was six months old she had left, never to return. Occasionally she would write to them from wherever she happened to be at the time, usually enclosing photographs of her with her latest boyfriend and Karl could not recall the same man ever appearing in two photographs. He never his the pictures or the truth behind them from Becky but she had never been that interested in the mother who had never been there for her – she loved her Daddy and he was all she needed.

“That was great!” Karl beamed at his young daughter who sat excitedly at the end of the bed, rocking a little in apparent anticipation. Was she really that hyped to find out what he thought of his breakfast? It was not as if this was the first time she had cooked for him, although it was the first time she had done it as a surprise and without any supervision.

“Really? You enjoyed it?” She crawled forward on the bed and took the tray from his lap, setting it on the floor.

“Very much so!” he grinned, “A lovely birthday treat! So, what she we do today? I thought maybe we’d go swimming and then maybe get milkshakes?”

“Sorry, Daddy,” she giggled, “I’ve already got your day all planned out! That was just the first part of your birthday treat!” Before Karl could ask what she meant, she pulled down the duvet exposing his already semi-hard penis. To his shock, the naked little girl lay on her belly and began to fondle him.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a mixture of horror and fascination.

“Ssh,” she grinned up at him and put a finger to her lips, “just enjoy! I hope I do this right. I’ve been watching videos about how to do it but I didn’t have a really willy to practice on!” Even if he had wanted to, Karl would not have been able to keep his manhood from responded to his daughter’s gentle touch and very soon he was rock hard. Becky lowered her head and first began to kiss and lick the tip of her fathers erect member, then began to take him in her mouth and rock back and forth. For someone with no experience, she was displaying a great amount of natural talent! Just when Karl felt he was close to climax, however, she stopped and sat up, straddling his legs and smiling knowingly at him.

“Why did you stop?” he asked weakly, forgetting for a moment that not long before he had been wondering why she started! It was not even 9am and already the day was one of the strangest and most exciting he had ever experienced.

“Because I don’t want you to cum in my mouth!” She informed him, matter-of-factly.

“Oh, okay.” Karl remained confused but knew he should respect his suddenly-knowing daughter’s boundaries. “Okay,” he smiled, “so just play with it in your hand a little and I’ll…”

“No, silly!” She cut him off with an endearing giggle.

“Then what…?”

“I want you to cum inside me!” She lifted herself up and slid forward, rubbing her wet pussy along the length of his rock-hard manhood, back and forth a few times before positioning herself so the tip was at her tight, virgin opening.

“Wait!” Karl took hold of her forearms gently, “Are you sure about this?”

“Very sure!” She grinned, “Now stop fussing and just enjoy!”

“But isn’t it…” he tried to protest.

“Look, I wasn’t going to tell you this yet but as of yesterday I’m a fully signed-up meat-girl so, as far as the law in concerned you can fuck me as if I was a frozen chicken or a pig’s head!” Karl was not sure which shocked him more, the news or her blunt language but before he could ask any more questions, she slid town, taking him deep inside her. Becky’s eyes grew wide as she felt her father’s hard cock inside her where she had never previously felt anything thicker than her finger!

Karl tried to hold back his orgasm, giving Becky a chance to build to her own. Enjoying this surreal moment more than her ever could have imagined he would, he ran his hands down her back before caressing her buttocks as they rose up and down then brought his hands around to her chest, caressing her small, hard nipples with the tips of his fingers. The redness of his daughter’s face and the way she sped up her rocking told him that she was close. When he could no longer contain himself any more, he grabbed the little girl’s hips and pulled her down, pushing deep inside her as he exploded. The scream of pure ecstasy she gave out showed him that she had reached her climax at exactly the same moment he had! Exhausted, he flopped back onto the bed.

After she had taken a few moments to recover, Becky cuddled up next to him, her arms folded on her chest and her chin resting on them.

“So, Daddy,” she grinned, “did you enjoy the second part of your birthday treat?”

“Oh very much!” Karl stroked her hair fondly for a few moments before her strange comment returned to his mind. “But what did you mean about being a meat-girl?” he asked, frowning a little.

“That’s part three of your treat!” she grinned, “This afternoon, all your friends are coming over for a barbecue and I’m the party food!”

“What?” Karl sat up, surprised that anything could shock him after the morning he’d had already but discovering that it was possible. “You’re going to be cooked?”

“Yup!” Becky grinned, “The man is delivering the spit at eleven and your friends start arriving at two. If you put me on to cook by two thirty then I guess I should be ready to eat by four!”

“But I don’t know if…” Karl slumped back onto the bed, one hard embracing his daughter and his other massaging his eyes. “Perhaps we should talk about this some more? Are you really sure you want to be cooked and eaten?”

“What’s wrong?” she giggled, wiggling her cute round bottom, “Don’t you think I look tasty?”

“Well, yes,” Karl was forced to admit, “But…”

“Look,” she grinned cheekily, clearly having anticipated his reluctance, “you can cancel my registration if you like and I’ll go back to just being a normal girl but oh dear!” She put her hand to her mouth in an exaggerated expression of surprise as if a thought had just occurred to her. “That means you just fucked a little girl! That’s a pretty serious crime, isn’t it? I guess you’ll be spending your next few birthdays in jail!”

“You got me there!” Karl laughed, relaxing a little, “Seems you really have thought of everything! I guess after discovering all these new skills I didn’t realise you had, I hoped I might have a little bit longer to enjoy them!”

“Well it’s only nine fifteen,” Becky reminded him. “There’s nearly two hours before the spit guy comes and we have to start setting up the party!”

“Well then,” Karl smiled, wrapping his little girl in his arms and pulling her close, “I guess we should make the most of that time, eh?”