MY DAUGHTER WENDY – part 25 by bager

I was dreaming. I had Janet tied up in front of me and I was pounding my cock into her pussy, feeling the tightness of her skin around the shaft as I moved it inside her. I had my hands on her small breasts, easing them out into points as I nibbled on her neck. Her young girlish voice was calling to me, she was crying uncle as I came.

“Uncle John what are you doing, please stop!” The voice woke me up and I was slightly disorientated, as I did not recognize the girl I was holding. Then I remembered. Tanya!

I released my hold on the girl, “Oh god Tanya, I’m sorry did I hurt you?” I said

Tanya shook her head, “I’m alright Uncle John, and it was just that you were holding me so tight that I couldn’t breathe.” She said. “And your cock was moving so much that I held it in my hands and now they’re all wet!” she said and looked at the sperm sticking to her hands.

“I think there are some tissues on the table over there.” I said to her but she did not seem to hear me as she examined her hands. I watched her as she hesitatingly brought one hand to her mouth and tentatively licked her fingers, she moved her tongue in her mouth as if trying to get the full taste of the substance and then she smiled and started to clean her hand by stuffing it in her mouth.

Once both hands were ‘clean’ she then found the tissues and dried them, she turned to face me, puzzlement on her face. “But . . . I don’t understand? It doesn’t taste bad . . . why not?” she asked me

I shook my head, “I don’t know Tanya, and I’ve read that sperm can taste different but I can’t tell you for sure. It could be that it’s because you wanted to taste it of your own accord, nobody forced you this time.”

She still could not fathom it, “But it’s all the same stuff, isn’t it?” Tanya asked.

“Well basically it’s just water and sperm wanting to find an egg to help make a baby. It’s the person who makes it that provides the difference I suppose.” I said to her.

“So . . . you’re saying that my dad must have been bad ‘cause he tasted bad?” Tanya asked but there was a smile showing on her face.

“It could have been the beer he drank.” I said and her face dropped slightly as she considered this.

“He did drink a lot, and I was scared when he came home from work, ‘cause he’d start to drink. Abigail made sure I went upstairs at those times.” She said and started to cry again.

“That’s alright Tanya, you’re safe here, I won’t force you to do anything at all, and if I do something to you that you don’t like then tell me, okay?” I said to her.

“Yes uncle John, I do trust you, you know” Tanya said

There is that ‘T’ word again, what was it about this place that told them to use that word? “Okay then Tanya, now lie back on the bed and relax.” I told her. She bit her lip but climbed onto the bed beside me. I smiled at her and gently rubbed her breasts, not the hard ‘pounding’ I had given her when she was tied to the rack, but a lighter touch.

I heard her react to my ministrations before I moved my body so that I was looking at her stomach; I lowered my mouth and stuck my tongue into her bellybutton causing her to jerk back at the sensation.

“Uncle John what are you doing?” She said softly.

“Just practicing Tanya, now just lie back.” I said and carried on. I moved my mouth down lower so that I was just brushing her pussy with my lips. Tanya tried to move away but this time I held onto her.

“But Uncle John, I’m scared.” She said.

“You said that you trusted me Tanya, so please, trust me.” I said and then lowered my mouth again. I could feel her tensing up and so I blew a raspberry into her stomach, making her giggle then I licked at her pussy, and then again pushing my tongue inside her slightly, all the time rubbing her little tits, trying to give her good feelings instead of the bad ones her father would have given her.

After a few minutes I started sucking on her small clit, giving it the attention it deserved, “Oh Uncle John, I . . . I feel funny.” Tanya said, I wondered if she had ever touched herself down here before but continued with my triple assault.

“Oh yes, that feels so good, so nice . . . I feel very strange Uncle John, should I feel like this? What’s happening . . . I feel . . . feel,” She exclaimed as her climax hit her like a ton of bricks, and she literally poured out her essence into my mouth.

I moved myself so that I was now lying beside my young victim watching her as she tried to pull herself together; I watched that her eyes started to focus on me she smiled. “Oh Uncle John . . . Abigail told me it was a good feeling . . . but she was wrong . . . so wrong.”

I started to get worried about that, “What was so wrong about it Tanya?” I asked her.

“Nothing at all, it was better than good it was marvelous!” She said and giggled, then she lifted her body up and kissed me on my lips, she drew back from me and started to lick her own lips.

“It’s a nice taste isn’t it?” I asked her, she nodded uncertain of what it was she was enjoying, “That’s you, or rather that the taste of your cum.” I laughed at her puzzlement, “Oh yes girls cum as well as men, it’s just that yours are internalized, but just as nice.” I said.

“Oh I see,” She said and started to yawn, I looked at the time and shook my head.

“Come on my love, let snuggle up and get back to sleep.” I said to her and smiled as she rested her head on my arm I put my other arm around her and in that position, we both fell asleep.

—-

I woke up to the sound of laughter from two girls and a pain in my arm, the two girls were Tania and Wendy, the pain was from the pressure of Tanya as she had stayed on my arm all the time and I was now feeling the pins and needles as the blood started to complain.

I gently moved Tanya onto the pillow and got out of the bed, Tania just giggled as she saw me. “Oh daddy John, and Tanya wears the pendant!” She said in a mocking tone.

I massaged my arm, trying to rid myself of the tingling pains within it. “I know Tania, and she still wears it!” I said glaring at her. She shook her head and walked out, the Tweedy bird was waving at me . . . Tweedy? I looked at my daughter; she now had the Droopy T-shirt on. “Nice shirt Wendy, did Tania let you wear it?” I said.

She nodded and then blushed as she realized what I meant, “I’m sorry daddy I didn’t mean . . .” She started to say.

I hugged her, “Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked her, she nodded her head. “Did anyone get hurt by it?” I said this time she shook her head, “Then there’s no problem is there?” She looked at me and, smiling, she shook her head. “Go on then get dressed for school, and I’ll get sleeping Tanya up.” I said.

Wendy kissed me on the cheek and then was out of the door after Tania. I put on some boxer shorts and then went back to the bed, Tanya was asleep, one leg hanging over the edge of the bed, displaying her charms for all to see.

I bent down and kissed her left tit, she smiled and turned slightly, the movement was enough to overbalance her position and she started to fall off the bed, but I managed to catch her before she stuck the ground.

She felt my hands on her and started to struggle before remembering what had happened last night, she paused and then looked up at me. “Are you alright now Tanya?” I asked her.

She nodded, “I was having a nice dream, but then I fell out of a window . . . but you caught me Uncle John.” She said smiling at last.

“Well you were falling, and it was my fault.” I said and explained what had happened.

“So you did rescue me Uncle John.” She said and then gave me a kiss. Her mood dropped when I said she had to get ready for school. However, she nodded and allowed me to take her to her bedroom.

I returned to my bedroom and quickly shaved and showered, dressing in a casual outfit and was by Tanya’s door when she decided that she was ready, I held out my arm to her and she laughingly took it.

We walked down the stairs to the dining room where Janet, Tania and Wendy were waiting. “Well Tanya, what’s this I hear about you sleeping with John last night?” Janet asked the poor girl.

While Tanya was trying to stammer out a reply I countered, “Well I do know that Tania and Wendy exchanged T-shirts last night, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about it?” I asked Janet.

“Oh well it could have been while we played last night?” Janet said watching Tanya who just looked between us as we spoke. Then Janet turned to Tanya, “And did John look after you properly last night?” She asked.

“Yes Mrs. Jones.” Tanya said quietly.

“He didn’t make you do anything did he?” Janet asked her again.

“Oh no Mrs. Jones, He didn’t make me do anything, he was very nice to me.” Tanya said looking at me and smiling.

“Yes, John’s a very nice man. Now don’t worry about anything . . . we love to tease our friends, and you are one of our friends you know . . . so call me Janet, that is my name.” Janet said and she took Tanya’s hands and led her to the table.

“Oh I couldn’t call you that . . . can I call you Aunt Janet?” Tanya countered.

Janet smiled, “Thank you Tanya, I like that. Aunt Janet it has a ring to it.” She said smiling.

The rest of the breakfast was more like a family affair, in other words noisy and hectic, but all three of the girls were ready for school by the time the bus arrived. The driver seemed ready for Tanya to board, as she did not say anything as the three got on.

—-

Janet smiled at me after the girls had left. “Was Tanya too much of a bother last night John?” She asked me

“No, she was just tired and frightened, she just needed company. I just hope I didn’t scare her.” I said.

“From the way she was acting I think she was fine. Now we’ve got to sort out today’s meeting with the purple group.” Janet said sitting at the table.

“Okay by me, it was a surprise that you didn’t know about the cooler chip.” I said

Janet shook her head, “It’s surprised me as well! I’ve got Sophie checking the files for any orders that might have been sent out from here.”

“She’s been very busy hasn’t she” I said musing away

“Sorry?” Janet sounded puzzled.

“Sophie! She’s been busy, what with checking the back orders and now with this insurance thing . . . how much do you pay her?” I said smiling.

“So you did hear me last night, I did wonder if you had.” Janet said, “It was just that Tanya said they didn’t receive any money, but the insurance company put up everyone’s payment to cover the money paid out over that incident.” She explained.

“So you’re seeing if there’s been any jiggery-pokey with them.” I said

Janet looked puzzled for a moment but then she nodded, “Of course, and I don’t like it when one of us has been swindled.” I understood what she meant although for her us meant Funiculaireville.

“So why don’t you tell someone about it and let them get on with it?” I asked her.

She shook her head, “No way, I accepted Tanya under my roof. I am responsible for her and by extension her family. It’s not rational I know but that’s how I feel.” She said and looked at me as if trying to see any objections.

I did not have any! I felt the same as well; I went to her and kissed her on the cheek. “Okay, so what do we do now?” I asked her.

“We? You’re including yourself in this?” Janet said amazed.

“Of course! If I can’t help my niece then who can I help?” I said smiling.

Janet laughed and we then made our plans.

—-

“Good morning Sally, I hope you’re feeling fine.” I asked the receptionist as I escorted Janet into the building.

“Yes thank you Mr. Archer. Good morning Mrs. Jones.” Sally gave us a genuine smile to us.

“Good morning Sally,” Janet paused in her entry and then looked at the girl behind the desk, “Sally how long have you worked for this company?” She asked.

“About 5 years Mrs. Jones.” Sally said, slightly mystified.

“Then I think you’ve earned the right to call me Janet!” Janet said smiling and walked towards the lift. Sally’s head followed her before she looked back at me.

“I don’t know what you did to her Mr. Archer, but that’s the calmest she’s ever been!” Sally confided to me.

“I just helped to keep her mind off work, and I think you can call me John.” I said smiling and I went to join Janet.

In the lift, I gave Janet a kiss, “What was that for?” She asked me.

“Because Sally looks up to you and you’ve given her more than she expected.” Janet still did not understand so I expanded, “You asked her to use your name, you’ve elevated her above a simple employee, she’s now a friend.” I said and then Janet smiled.

“But John, everyone who works here I see as a friend.” Janet countered.

“Yes, but that was the first time you actually admitted to it.” I said leaving her to think about my words.

Sophie met us as the lift doors opened. “Good morning Mrs. Jones, Mr. Archer. The girls are here already.” Sophie said.

“Thank you Sophie,” Janet said distractedly and followed her P.A. to the office, “Oh Sophie, John has been telling me off.” Sophie gave a puzzled look at me before returning her gaze to Janet, “I think he’s right, I’ve come to consider you a very good friend, I think it’s only right you should call me Janet.”

Sophie smiled, “Why thank you Mrs.… I mean Janet, I’d be honored.” She said as she opened the door. She smiled at me as I passed her.

In the room there were four girls, a new girl had joined Marcia, Jenny and Paige I realized she must have been Tracy, their computer expert.

Janet opened the meeting and the new girl started without preamble, “I checked the England computer, someone tried to hide their tracks, but they weren’t good enough,” Tracy sounded smug as she sat back in her chair.

“Well done Tracy, now what did you find out and have you managed to get the schematics downloaded.

Jenny produced a blueprint for us to look at, but it told me everything, “That’s the wrong one! The proper one was slightly altered; if you tried this it would blow all the circuits in the motherboard.”

“But it was the one that was almost hidden!” Tracy said disbelievingly.

I nodded, “Yes, almost completely erased, but not quite good enough. So you thought you had the right one and stopped looking.” I said seeing the truth of my words reflected in her face.

“I . . . I didn’t think about that.” She admitted and dropped her head in shame.

“Don’t worry about it, there’s many an expert who would have fallen for that and then we’d really be in the brown sticky stuff.” I said smiling, which made the four girls laugh. “Now let’s look at those plans.” Looking at them again

“But you said they’re no good and it’s going to take another couple of days before we’ll get the information, and time’s not on our side.” Marcia said.

“No, I said it was slightly altered, it’s going to be a matter of sorting out where to change the power flow and then the resistor should work as we want it to.” I scanned the blueprint and then grabbed some acetate, which I placed over the blueprint; I took a marker pen and then started drawing in. I described to the girls exactly how the circuit should be created – I was working mainly on memories, then I found something. “Oh shit, that’s wrong . . . if we did that the circuit would work for some hours before it allowed the full current onto the board . . . and then it would fry the chips for sure.”

Jenny looked puzzled, “But you said that the plans were wrong.” She said.

“Oh the one’s you retrieved were, but this is the correct plans.” I said indicating the acetate. “At least the plans that I remember passed as correct.” I amended.

“So what’s wrong with it?” Jenny persisted.

“This line here, it connects to the wrong input, from what I see it should be connected here. I’d like to see the faces of the firm who produces the chips with this.” I said and erased the line to redraw it correctly.

“Mr. Archer are you sure this will do the job?” Paige asked me.

“100% certain. If you want I’ll personally back it to work.” I said.

“Oh no you won’t John, We are going to back it!” Janet said and initialed the acetate and blueprints. She pressed a button and Sophie enters the room.

“Yes, Janet?” She asked stumbling slightly over the name, but you could tell she had been practicing.

“Sophie please send this to development, we want a prototype test ready later today, its designed to go into the new circuit board.” Janet said.

“Certainly Janet, I’ll get on to it immediately.” Sophie took the plans and walked out of the room.

“Mrs. Jones you realize that you’re taking the word of this man without full knowledge of his abilities?” Paige said.

Janet smiled at her, “But that’s just the reason why he’s going to be the next joint CEO of this company, I do trust him to bring us results . . . now we’ve got something else that requires attention and we need Tracy’s expertise.” Janet said looking at Tracy.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Jones, but following my error with the blueprints, how can you even think of using me?” Tracy said despondently, the other three girls looked at her in shock.

I looked at her, ignoring the others. “Tracy there’s nothing wrong in what happened, you followed the data as you should have done, all that happened is that the other person had seeded the trail expecting someone to try it. Don’t let this stop you from working . . .” I could see that I was not getting to her so I tried something different. “Do you ride a bike?” I asked her, she looked at me puzzled but nodded, “When you were learning to ride, how many times did you fall off?” I asked her.

“Quite a few times.” She admitted.

“Did you give up riding?” I asked.

“Of course not, I wanted to ride and nothing was going to stop me!” She said fiercely.

“Well then, think of that as your bicycle, you’ve fallen off what are you going to do now?” I asked her.

“Get back on” She said.

“Right, now we need you to help us.” I said.

Her face cleared, “Certainly Mr. Archer, what do you want?” She said.

Paige interrupted, “I’m sorry Tracy but this is not a concern of the Purple group, we’ll need to arrange terms.” She said and then looked at Janet and our selves.

“Okay then, we’ll pay a finder’s fee of 1% or $10,000 whichever is the greater.” Janet said, “Payable on completion of the project.” She added.

“We’ll have to consider this.” Paige said but was interrupted by Tracy.

“I need to work on it now, I’ll leave it up to you to consider, but I owe them this.” She said and got up to stand by us. This open rebellion was a surprise to the others but then they accepted it for the time being.

—-

“What do you want me to do Mr. Archer?” Tracy asked.

I bit my tongue trying to avoid the obvious answer but was saved by Janet who explained about our problem. “But that’s part of our brief, to investigate anything unusual . . . now when was the accident?” She asked.

Janet gave Tracy a brief outline of the events and left the girl to her own devices, or rather our computers – yes I was saying ours as if I’d accepted Janet’s proposition to join the company.

Within seconds, she gave a yip of glee, “Found it!” We gathered around the computer where Tracy was pointing to the screen. “This was the entry of the original investigator, he says that the crane holding the metal cup suffered from ‘destructive metal fatigue’ but the letter that was sent out said that the cup was overloaded by this Walter Hamilton and that payment was withheld, but I can’t find this in the main system, in that the letter basically said that payment was enclosed and the sum was $120,000.

“However, tracing the payment routes it appears that the check wasn’t issued, although 5 payments were made to 4 members of the board and the investigator. The first four receiving $50,000 each and the investigator getting $20,000 – they tried to hide the paper route, but they weren’t good enough to fool me.” Tracy said smugly.

“Double check your work and produce a report. If you can include the payment details . . .” Janet started to say but Tracy shook her head.

“Already done, I’ve checked their bank accounts as well, they seem to get regular top ups from the company which is beyond normal practices.” She pointed to the printer, which was chugging away.

“How come there’s so much data?” I asked her.

She smiled, “Well they didn’t really try to hide their tracks too much, and yes Mr. Archer I have double checked my work first.” She told me.

“Thank you Tracy, We’ll pass the payment to the normal account.” Janet told Tracy who thanked us and then left.

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