This story has both incestuous and voyeuristic themes. Please check the story tags for further guidance.
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Jeff Baldwin knew the minute that the tall distinguished looking gentleman walked into the bar that he was the one he was meeting, and to Jeff's relief the man looked much like he had described himself. He had said he was 64 but Jeff knew he could pass for younger if he chose.
Tall, easily 6'2" or more, and with a thin fit frame nattily attired in casual yet classy looking clothing, he looked like a man of means. His silver hair was full and the teeth he bared when he smiled sparkled in the dim light of the bar as he approached Jeff.
"Mr. Van Dyck?" Jeff asked as he offered his hand, and the older man's grip was strong as they shook.
"Van will do fine Mr. Baldwin,. That's how most folks know me," the senior replied, his voice deep and brimming with confidence as he asked the barkeep for a Johnnie Walker Black neat.
"Jeff," the younger man replied as he pushed his money forward. "I'm so glad you came."
"Hard to resist an offer like yours Jeff," Van said as his long bony fingers gripped the glass. "Innocent 20 year old ladies aren't easy to find these days."
"She won't be 20 for another week so I guess she's still a teen. Mary Katherine obviously doesn't get out much," Jeff noted. "So she's quite the innocent in many ways, although I decided a few months ago that it wasn't fair she wasn't experiencing life like other girls, so I - changed things."
"That's an understatement," Van observed dryly as he looked as the nervous father of the young woman he was soon going to meet.
"I know this is strange," Jeff explained. "Believe me I would have liked for Mary Katherine to be like the other girls her age, going to dances and things, but when you've always been confined to a wheelchair and always will be - well, I'm just glad that part of it didn't bother you."
"My only concern was that she wasn't mentally challenged," Van responded. "Since she's already graduated from college that's obviously not the case."
"Going for a double doctorate online," Jeff said proudly. "Don't know where she got her brains from. Not from me that's for sure, and definitely not from her mother."
"Tough for the child. Her mother talking off on her like she did," Van suggested.
"Mary Katherine wasn't perfect like she had been. There wouldn't be any kiddie beauty pageants and the like for her," Jeff said bitterly of his ex-wife, and after digging into his wallet produced a picture of his pride and joy. "She did get her Mom's good looks though. See?"
"Yes indeed," Van mused aloud as he looked at the picture of the tiny girl with the big smile sitting in her wheelchair, her hair in pigtails. "Adorable. How old was she here in the picture?"
"18," Jeff replied. "She's still just a little pixie, but as you'll learn she's very much grown up in the important ways. Like I always tell Mary Katherine, good things come in small packages."
"Anything I should know you haven't told me on the phone? Anything I shouldn't do?" Van asked as he drained his drink and declined another.
"Just treat her like - like a regular woman. There are things she obviously can't do but please don't baby her. Mary Katherine actually seems to like it a little rough," Jeff said as they rose to leave, and when they ducked into the men's room before going to the Baldwin's place he added, "Although..."
"Yes?" Van said as they sidled up to the urinals.
"It's just that - remember Mary Katherine has only been with one man in her life. Me," Jeff told the older man. "I've thought she was getting a bit cheated because - well, I'm not very well endowed whereas you claimed that you..."
"Yes?" the tall senior asked, hands on his hips as Jeff's voice caught at the sight of the outrageous organ hanging out of the man's trousers, and as he sprayed the porcelain with his piss he smiled at the look on the Dad's face.
"Nothing," Jeff mumbled as a shiver ran down his spine. "Just don't hurt my baby."
"Wouldn't think of it Jeff," Van said as he wiggled his penis and dabbed the tip with a handkerchief before putting it away. "We're all going to have a good time."
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"Mary Katherine?" Jeff said as he brought this virtual stranger into his bedroom where his daughter sat waiting with a nervous smile on her pixie face, and the way her dark brown hair was in pigtails made her look younger than her almost 20 years would indicate. "This is my friend Mr. Van Dyck."
"Van," the senior corrected as he smiled widely, offering his hand to the girl who clenched it with her damp one. "So very pleased to meet you my dear. And may I say that while your father told me you were pretty, I had no idea you would be this lovely. You're so adorable I'm at a loss for words."
"Daddy!" Mary Katherine said with a blush before addressing her visitor. "He always says silly things like that but he's prejudiced."
"Perhaps," Van said as he responded to the girl's father's gesture and sat down on the bed to face her more eye-to-eye. "In this case though, he was spot on. When you've been around as long as I have you get to recognize beauty, and you Mary Katherine are beautiful. Is that what you would like me to call you?"
"Mary Katherine is fine, or Mary Kate or whatever," the girl babbled and then giggled. "Sorry. I'm nervous."
"So am I child, and may I say that's a sexy nightie you have on there," Van said as he looked at the perky looking breasts poking into the satin.
"Daddy bought it for me," Mary Katherine replied, and when she felt the senior's eyes go down she seemed to part her legs a bit to give him a better view of the dark shadow between the girl's skinny thighs.
"You look amazing in it," Van mused as his smile widened when the short nightie revealed the girl's sex. "And Jeff, you weren't kidding about Mary Katherine."
"I told Van about how you had such a nice bush," her father started to explain.
"I told Daddy men don't like things like that anymore," Mary Katherine broke in. "I told him he could trim it when he shaved my legs and armpits."
"I'm pleased he didn't," Van replied as he looked at the abundant forest that hid the girl's sex. "Jeff didn't have to bother shaving anything. After all, I'm not only in my 60's, I'm a child of the 60's as well."
"Not a bad job to have," Van told the blushing father. "Getting to shave the legs and underarms of such a sweet thing."