Papa?

 "Papa?" Little Chiori seemed bothered.

 "What dear?"

 "How cum we never play mahjong and fuck any more?"

 "Uh ... I'm sorry? WHAT did you just say?"

 To say that I was astonished at my little girl's accusation was a gross understatement.

 "I said, how cum you never play mahjong and fuck me any more? I keep waiting for you to come in the game room every night, together with mom and and the maid, and you never do!"

 "But Chiori, I NEVER ... When was this, anyway?"

 "Back when you and Mom were having all those arguments ... don't you remember?"

 I was quite taken aback. If there was one thing I would have been SURE to remember, it was sticking my swollen prick up in my own daughter's cute little slit, and squirting the child's womb full of jet after gooey jet of her own father's thick white baby-making seed, without a care of getting the little girl pregnant with her own brother or sister. Even a year earlier at thirteen, the precocious youngster had been giving me hard-ons and wet-dreams like that, that made his groin ache for hours; though I had no more intention of even touching her sexually than I had of climbing Mount Everest. (Both taking up some time in my daydreams though.) I just couldn't imagine the scene that would have to take place for me to really molest my own daughter though.

 "Uh, you're sure of this?" I asked; wondering if I had been sleepwalking, drugged, or possibly somebody else had sneaked into the house and deflowered my innocent little girl. I felt a surge of rage at the very thought.

 "Uhuh. It felt so GOOD, when you slid your big thing inside me every time you ronned. How cum you haven't been to see me any more? Don't you love me, Papa?"

 "Of COURSE I love you, HoneyBun ... It's just that I'm not sure ...."

 "Oh GOODY!" exclaimed the youngster; clapping her hands and jumping on his lap with glee. "Does that mean you'll be in to for some mahjong tonight? I'll tell Mommy and the maidlike I usually do, so we'll be ALL together!"

 "Uh ... Hon?" I asked; now worried. "Are you sure about this?" Things seemed rather strange, to say the least.

 "Uhuh!" the child responded; giggling. "Here, feel me. I'm all wet!"

 Somehow I found my hand being almost forced into my child's groin, up under her short little dress, and down under her panties. Chiori had been right about one thing; she was soaking wet and quite slippery with arousal; and her father's finger slipped easily inside her ... about half an inch.

 "Sam!" I exploded, finally realizing what I was doing. "You've been lying to me! You're still a virgin; so you KNOW I haven't been doing anything to you."

 "Of course, Daddy, I know that. But I got you to stick your finger in me to find out, didn't I?" From a single giggle, the child's body now shook with a whole raft of them, as she almost shook herself off the my lap from laughter. I didn't seem to notice that my hand was still inside her panties; slowly stroking the lips and tickling the protruding nubbin at the top of the little girl's tiny slit.

 "Chiori ...." I couldn't bring himself to properly chastise the little girl I loved so much; and she didn't let me.

 "Uh Daddy?" she asked. "Does this mean you won't be coming in for mahjong tonight?"

 There was a long silence, as both she and I thought about how their lives together would never be the same.

 "Please, Papa?" she whimpered in disappointment; almost certain she would be refused.

 "Oh God."