"I was." She answered.. "John asked me to marry him, and I said yes." This last was almost defiant, as if she was daring her father to make something of it.
"I see. Well congratulations. Both of you." The older man sounded sincere. "As I said before, we'll work something out. C'mon you kids. Let's leave them alone. Oh, and John." This last was said a Cindy's father stuck his had back inside the door just before closing it.
"Yes?" John said, holding the girl in front of him.
"While the two of you are planning your future, you might give some thought to the fact that there are other states besides this one." This bit of information was followed by the "snick" of the lock, as the door closed behind him.
Cindy and John stared at each other open-mouthed. Of course. There were several states where a girl could marry as young as 12 with her parents permission. The two lovers fell together on the bed as they began to prepare for their future together. Shortly, there was the squeaking of bedsprings that would have announced to anyone listening, what was taking place in the little girl's bedroom, but no one was. John's final thought before he gave himself up to the charms of the beautiful young girl was: "I can see why Cindy loves her father so much. I'm beginning to love her parents, almost as much as she does." After about 20 minutes, during which John had cum twice in the beautiful young girl (Once in her belly, and once in her ass. At her insistence; Cindy said she wanted to get used to it. She explained that she was going to let him "use the back door" whenever he couldn't fuck her "for real", up the cunt, without getting a big belly.), the two lovers paused to talk some more.
"Cindy?" John loved the feel of her name on his lips.
"Mmmmm?" Cindy was feeling too good to do more than purr at the sound of her name coming from her lover's lips.
"You love your father very much, don't you?" All of a sudden, John realized how inane that sounded. "I mean more than just as a father." He expanded.
"What do you mean?" Cindy was confused.
"I mean, like your brother. You'd like to go to bed with your father, wouldn't you?" John felt he had to know.
"I suppose. I won't though, now that we're engaged." Cindy felt she owed him that honesty. "Billy either." She finished.
"Oh dear. Now I've done it." The man muttered.
"What?"
"Cindy, listen very closely. I love you." John said.
"I love you too." She replied, warmed by his words.
John was getting frustrated. How could he put this into words? He tried anyway. "Cindy, what I mean is, I love you. I don't own you. If you want to make love to somebody, even (or especially) your own father, I won't object. I just don't want you to ever have to lie to me."
John raised his finger, and put it on the lips of the little girl as she started to say something.
"Hear me out." He stopped her interruption, then continued.
"Let me finish what I'm going to say, then answer. Please?"
John continued at the girl's acquiescent nod. "I know that some people get mad, if their wife or girlfriend even looks at another man. I don't. I consider that jealousy, and I think it's the result of looking on someone else as your possession, not someone you want to be happy. I think that jealousy destroys love, not enhances it. As I said, I love you, I want you to be happy. If it would make you happy to take your father to bed, then I'll do everything I can to make it happen. The same thing goes for your brother. Just save a little for me. Please?"
John's eyes sparkled as he smiled at his own joke, and continued. "As your husband, I do expect you to carry my children but," He paused for breath.
Cindy interrupted. "I'd like that!" She said with a gig gle.
Waving the girl to silence, he continued. "As I was saying, but they don't all have to be mine, if you don't want. Marylin was telling me this morning that Billy told her that she could have every other child by someone else, if she wanted. If your brother can be that generous to his future wife, I don't see why
I can't with mine."
Cindy gazed at the man with stars in her eyes. "You mean?"
She could barely breathe the question.
"I mean, that after you have at least 2 of my kids, that if you want to have a baby by your father, or by your big brother, or even one by each, I won't object. Of course, the next one after that, would be mine." He added as an afterthought.
Cindy couldn't believe her luck. She knew she had been getting the handsomest, smartest, most eligible man in town for a prospective husband, but she hadn't realized how much she had been prepared to give up to get him. Now to find out that she wouldn't have to give up anything, that she could have it all, thanks to this wonderful man… Her little heart almost melted in gratitude. She proceeded to thank him the best way she could, by grabbing him, hugging him, and trying to show just how much she loved him. In the back of her mind, she swore that he would never lose by his generous offer. She would make it up to him somehow. A germ of an idea started to grow in her head as she snuggled up to him. John's cock had received too much use, it wouldn't rise any more that morning if all the young female students in his class had tripped into the room and performed a striptease in front of him. Still it was pleasant to cuddle up naked next to a beautiful young, willing female whom, he felt, loved him almost as much as he loved her.
"Cindy?" John asked after a suitable period.
"Yes Dear?" Cindy muttered into his neck, as she nuzzled his earlobe.
"Can I ask a favor?"
"Nnnn?" Cindy bit at his earlobe. As if he had to ask. If John had asked her to jump in a pot of boiling acid, she probably would have obliged at the moment.
"If you fuck your father, can I watch?"
That got Cindy's attention. "Why you dirty old man!" Her eyes gleamed with mischief. "We'd have to get his permission."
"Your mother's too."
That thought hadn't occurred to Cindy. "You're probably right." She said.
"I know I'm right." John continued. "And, now that I think about it, that's probably the best approach. Your mother would probably understand, and she could convince your father. I think
I'm beginning to love your mother almost as much as you do." Cindy smiled. Her smile filled the room like the sun on a warm spring day. The idea that had been growing in the back of her mind had just ripened into full fruition. Cindy had just figured out how to thank this incredible man for his generosity.
"John?" Cindy inquired.
"Yes Cindy?" John rolled the girl's name around on his tongue.
"When's your birthday?"
"September 4th. Why?"
"Just thinking. That's Labor Day, isn't it?"
"'Day before. Why?" He inquired again.
"I was just thinking about what to get you for your birthday. I think I'll surprise you."
"Whatever you say." John went back to the enjoyable task of running his big hands over every inch of this incredibly beautiful young child's body. He was trying to memorize every square inch of the little girl's body by feel.
About an hour later, the murmurs in the little girl's bedroom were interrupted by a cheerful "Breakfast in 5 minutes!" that obviously came from Cindy's younger sister.
John reluctantly untangled himself from the arms of his young fiancee. As he reached for his clothes, Cindy interrupted him.
"Just your underpants, John." She said. "Breakfast is very informal.
John shrugged, and resisted the impulse to dress anyway.
After last night, he'd believe anything about this family… Well, almost anything. If Cindy had informed him that the whole family went nude all the time, it wouldn't have surprised him now. (In fact, that was not far from the truth.)
Cindy followed her own advice, and slipped on a lacy pair of panties that hid nothing, and the baby-doll that she had worn the night before. She didn't bother to cover her plump little breasts. John got the distinct feeling that she had worn the bikini-top the previous night just to keep from shocking him.