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My brain was still wrestling with me, telling me my daughter would never lie to me, but I was thinking, was her pussy sore because she fucked herself with that dildo for hours, so it looked like she'd been fucked by four men? Had she written on herself too? And put fake cum in her pussy, on her tits, on her face, all to fool me? Why?

"Honey, I don't think that's a good idea, sleeping nude next to me."

"Just until tomorrow?" she pleaded. "My nipples too, they're so sensitive from all the pinching and biting and slapping."

"They slapped your nipples?"

"Yes, so hard. They're so sore and sensitive. Look."

She sat up in the bed and lowered the blanket, her breasts spilling out again, her dark areolas bright in the dim light. "See how red and swollen they are?"

I took a step closer and then another step. I did want to see, not because I was a disgusting pervert who wanted to see my daughter's tits, well not just because of that, but because I wanted to believe her.

Her breasts and nipples were swollen and stiff. When I had washed them earlier, I tried to be clinical about it, but there was nothing clinical about the way I was staring at her breasts now. I felt my cock stir and I looked away.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

"So I can stay naked?"

"If you want."

"Thank you, Daddy," she said sweetly. She was awfully cutesy for someone who had just been fucked senseless. "Will you get in bed with me?"

"Yes, let me just put on a pair of underwear."

"No," she said quickly. "Can you get in naked too?"

"Why?" I asked, truly befuddled.

"It's humiliating, you know? Everything that happened, being naked alone because I'm so sore. If you're naked then, you know, I don't feel so weird, so gross."

"Gross?"

"The things they did to me, Daddy, they were so gross. You probably think I'm disgusting now too, don't you?"

"Of course not," I said gently. "I would never think that, ever. I'm just so..." Honestly,"... confused and..." Even more honestly, "... brokenhearted."

"Brokenhearted?"

"How could this happen to my little girl?" How could she lie to me?

"Daddy, come to bed, please. I need a hug."

"What about my towel?"

"Take it off," she said. "I already saw your cock."

"I guess you did," I said. I opened the towel, right there in front of her. I wanted to see her eyes, to see her reaction, if she would turn away in embarrassment, or if she would stare hungrily. Now, I had my answer.

I opened the covers and climbed in, sitting back against the headboard. Karla came closer and wrapped her arms around my side, smiling as she hugged me, her warm breasts pressing against my ribcage.

"Thank you for being so supportive, Daddy," she said.

I held one arm around her and kissed the top of her head. No matter what had happened, truth or lies, this was my daughter, and I loved her. I wanted to understand her, not judge her, not punish her, just understand her.

I turned off the light near to my bed, casting the room in a quiet glow from the street lights coming through the windows. I'd left the curtains open. It was plenty of light to see the silhouette of her face, her breasts, the way the blankets bunched up around her waist. I knew what was under there, her swollen pussy.

"Baby, can you tell me what happened?"

"What do you mean?" she asked. "You already know."

"I want to hear all of it from the beginning."

"Why?"

"Something bad happened, and I think it would help you to talk about it. I want to understand."

"I don't know," she said softly

"If it's too traumatic," I said, "maybe we should both just get some sleep, talk to a counselor tomorrow."

"No, not that. I don't want anyone else to know, no one but you."

"But I don't know," I said.

"You really want to hear everything?"

"Everything."

I felt her fingers on my chest as she held onto my side. She brushed the hair on my pecs.

"Well, I told you I invited this guy I like from Pre-College Prep."

"Leo?"

"Yes. And he showed up with three of his friends. And they got into the fridge and had some of your beer. I told them not to, but they wouldn't listen."

"I don't care about the beer."

"Okay. So I made popcorn and we started talking and flirting." She took a breath. "So then I don't remember how it happened, but we started talking about who was the best kisser. I said I'd judge them, and I took a turn with each one."

"Took a turn?"

"Yes," she said. "I sat in Leo's lap first, and I kissed him, like a lot, you know, sucking tongues and a little groping."

"Really?"

"Maybe I shouldn't tell you all this."

"No, I want to hear everything."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, sweetie. You can always tell me everything."

"Okay, just don't think less of me."

"I won't," I said.

"So then it was Ralph's turn. I got into his lap, but he's not as cute as Leo, so I wasn't kissing as much. He was really aggressive though, like, sticking his tongue down my throat and grabbing my boobs. He even tried to put his hand up my skirt, but I got away from him. I told him he was the worst kisser and everyone laughed at him."

"Hmm," I mumbled. I wondered how much of this was truth and how much fiction.

"Then I kissed Mike, but I think he was the most inexperienced with girls, because he barely touched me, and he was the least attractive of the group. I don't think he ever had a girlfriend. I could feel his cock under my butt, just from kissing, I thought he was going to cum."

"Jesus."

"Sorry. Should I stop?"

"No. I'll just keep my comments to myself," I said. Had this happened? I believed her, yet the evidence didn't match.

"So then I moved over to Don, and okay, truth be told, Don is very sexy, and I liked him for a long time, but he dated this friend of mine, so he was hands-off. They broke up a few months ago, but still, sisters before misters. Anyway, I really wanted to kiss him, and he was definitely the most experienced and nicest of the guys. At first. But he knew he could get away with anything, so next thing I know, his hand is under my shirt and he's cupping my breast. I tried to push his hand away, but he was strong and pinching my nipple and holding the back of my head. It was just easier to submit and let him have his fun with me."

I held a sigh.

"You know," she said, "I blame you for the whole kissing thing with the boys."

"Me? How so?"

"You never taught me to kiss."

"What?" I said in confusion.

"You never taught me, never talked to me about it, never prepared me at all."

"How was I supposed to prepare you?" I asked.

"I don't have a mom like most girls. You should have warned me that kissing boys like that could get me into trouble."

Maybe she was right about that. I certainly avoided those kinds of talks when she was younger. I took her to the pharmacy consultation booth when she got her first period. Worse, the pharmacist was a guy. Extra worse, he was a 20-something college kid.