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Coraline Jones could really be a brat sometimes.

Her sparkly cotton-candy-blue nailpolished fingers shouldn't be wrapped around the base of her own father's cock, bushy pubes inspected by Coraline like she found a weird beetle on the sidewalk. Charlie sat on the edge of Coraline's bed, having a rare moment of freedom from his workstation to indulge his daughter Coraline's curiosity about something she had kept coy about. Charlie assumed it was a game they'd play or a video she found on the internet, not misguided precocious insanity.
"Carpet matches the drapes, huh? And it's not as bad as you made it sound, dad," Coraline said. "You made your pubes out to be a gnarled thornbush. This is only a 'bit' gross."
"Coraline, stop touching me!" Charlie said in a hushed panic, eyeing the door frantically as if her mother would round the corner any second.
"Mom's at Lowe's, that means we basically have all day. Don't freak out the whole time, dad—you can enjoy this as much as you can let yourself. I'd prefer you did, honestly."
Coraline turned her attentions back to her father's pubes, rubbing a thumb through the mangy forest.
"You work too much, dad. That gardening catalog stuff is boring anyways. Gardening itself is okay though, I guess. Maybe if you guys had time for me, we could do that together?"
Coraline sighed. "Oh well, at least we can do this together—right 'daddy'?"
Coraline's eyebrow wiggle did not help Charlie's ramping anxiety whatsoever. "Coraline Jones, don't call me that when you're-"
"-when I'm touching your weiner? What's the big deal about this, anyways?" Coraline asked, annoyance delivered with her tone. "I was on my laptop, earlier, and I read up on doing it, sex or whatever—it's so cool! Why can't I do this with my favorite guy, my dad? You're a lot nicer than mom...I love you, dad."
Charlie's conflict was evident, a clever girl like Coraline could pick up on that easily. Backtracking a bit, Coraline removed her hands from her father, allowing them to glide on the sensitive shaft and head of his cock with her right, dropping her left and fondled his balls a touch. Hands finally to herself, Charlie breathed as Coraline leaned towards his shaving kit that she brought from the bathroom. Coraline unclasped the kit, rolling the sleeves of her starry indigo sweater up past her elbows, reaching into the kit to remove a small brush and a short glass jar. Coraline unscrewed the lid of the jar and dabbed the soft bristles of the brush into the cream inside, bearing it towards Charlie's pubic hair.
"Hold still, dad. You're in good hands with Barber Coraline!" Coraline said, narrowing her eyes and smirking at her father's shock.
Coraline ran the brush above her father's genitals, hitting every hair she could see. A thorough coat applied, Coraline lifted a battery-powered electric shaver to Charlie's manhood.
Grabbing Coraline's shoulders before the shaver could get too close, Charlie shook her slightly. "What are you doing?!"
"Learning how to shave!" Coraline barked at him. "I don't want mom to teach me—if she even would—and I want to be smooth down there forever! Hair is gross!"
"Of course your mother would teach you! Usually father's teach sons—touching your dad there is never okay!"
"If it isn't okay, then why is it twitching at me?" Coraline said. "Seems 'he' wants it to be normal, doesn't he? Or would you prefer your dick to have a girl's name, like a ship? I vote 'Charlie'. It's unisex."
"Either way—I'm not on board with letting you use me as a training dummy!"
"I'll be careful! Dad—I love you. I'm not gonna cut your dick up or anything."
"You don't know that! You're just learning!"
"Then teach me, daddy."
The term reverberated in Charlie's head, its use filthy to his sensibilities given the context and the rolled slither Coraline spoke it with. The eleven year old's attempt at seduction was more successful than it deserved against Charlie, his gulp cementing his defeat.
Coraline flicked the switch of the shaver, beginning to work away at her father's bush. Coraline hadn't focused on anything as hard in her life, tongue sticking out of tight lips. Making certain to move slowly and not hurt her dad, Charlie did feel a pride in his daughter—she did her dolls' heads before, when she was younger. That must've been good practice, because she wasn't a terrible barber.
Clearing the remnants of shaving cream with a cloth, Coraline beamed at her dad, swatting at his pubic mound as Charlie winced.
"There, logcutter Coraline cleared those haunted woods! They gave the one's outside a run for their money, yesh." Coraline giggled, smiling up at Charlie. "Now—let me make myself a snack, dad~"
Maintaning eye contact, Coraline tucked her arms between her legs as she sat on the floor in front of her bed, letting her upper body lurch forwards. Coraline mouthed 'love you' and kept it open, her gloss-smeared lips slurping Charlie's cockhead inside.
"Coraline!" Charlie screamed, nearly hyperventilating as Coraline's preteen tongue struck widely at his cock, her hummed exclaimations sending vibrations into him. "Baby, no..."
Coraline tried to say 'Baby yes' around the cock in her mouth, starting to bob her head clumsily, crossing her eyes goofily to try and watch her dad's dick as she blew him. Coraline reached for his balls, rolling them in her balls like dough haphazardly.
"G-Gentler!" Charlie said suddenly, reaching for her shoulder and hovering over it. "Do it gentler, Coraline..."
Her childish giggle went through his length, Coraline's initial limit met at about the halfway point. Long strides of noisy slurping made Charlie's balls begin to seize in his daughter's hands, tiny spit bubbles made and burst as she went.
"Stop! I'm fu-" Charlie wheezed. "I'm go- I'm...Coraline!"
Coraline formed a tighter seal, sucking in her cheeks like the Japanese pornstars Wybie had shown her a few times she'd come over. Estimating what portion of her dad's dick she could reliably take in, Coraline bobbed as fast as she could.
"Aahh!" Charlie fell back onto his daughter's bed, Coraline rising to stand, maintaining a lean to keep his cock in her mouth. Licking the underside of his head, just the tip inside her mouth still, Coraline unbuttoned her pants and shimmied them to her ankles. Coraline's hips swayed, waving her ass at the wall. Charlie stared at the tops of Coraline's petite, round buttcheeks being shaken, mesmorized in a pre-orgasmic trance.
With an audible pop, Coraline came off her father's cock. "I know you stare at me—my butt, my nothing chest. How a flat chest could be sexy I don't really get, but I'm happy you think I'm pretty, dad. And I know what that means about you—maybe since I was nine? Mom looked younger than she was at some point, didn't she? She looks like she might've. You like them young, don't you, dad?"
"I don't! I-" Charlie stuttered, gasping as Coraline flicked her tongue on his head, disarming him.
"Don't lie, dad. It's okay!" Coraline said, smiling warmly. "I like it, I like you too—like that..."
Coraline's confidence waned a moment, refueling with an exhale. "Is there anything...bad...on your computer, by the way?"
"No!" Charlie was genuinely offended at the accusation, Coraline nodding rapidly.
"Okay, okay. I believe you, dad. I'm sorry." Coraline fell to the pressure of a parent's anger as it reared, reminding Charlie of the situation he was in. The universe was mocking him.
Coraline lunged back onto Charlie's cock, propping herself up with her arms on the unicorn-laden sheets Mel had bought Coraline one birthday past. Coraline shook and wiggled around in improvised dances to entice Charlie, ass just grown enough to occasionally make a faint clap. Bobbing with insistence, Coraline stared into her father's fearful eyes. She wished she could convince him that she'd never tell. She'd never let anything happen to her daddy. She loved him so much. Her dad would come around, Coraline hoped not too long after he put a batch of sibling soup in her tummy.
"Coraline!" Charlie yelled, Coraline speeding her tempo and increasing her suction, massaging her father's bellend wildly with her tongue. Coraline laughed when she felt the first rope splash into her throat, causing her to gag a little. Slurps and hollering filled the house, Mel sure to have heard if she had been home. Coraline threw her hips side to side while reflexively swallowing the lashes of cum Charlie uncontrollably fed her, Coraline gulping down her daddy's load with spunk and exuberance as he bounced his hips into her mouth.
Charlie's downward gaze to his daughter finally cleared from the blur of his orgasm—Coraline popping off his dick and taking it in her right hand to give it a few tight, rapid pumps.
Charlie whined in a way Coraline found adorable. "This is really fun. Having a pedo dad rocks!"
"What?!"
Coraline's celebratory expression switched to a hysterical concern, whipping her head to her the open doorway to her bedroom. When did mom get home?! Did they miss the sound of her car? Coraline hurriedly stood and slid her pants and panties back up as the speedy footsteps drew closer, the bottomless Charlie caught running to the closet as Mel rounded the corner. Gasping, Mel's palm was firmly covering her mouth as she stood frozen in place.
Coraline sat on her bed with her fly clearly still unzipped, attempting to appear casual, the last smattering of her father's pubes sticking out from between her teeth.
"Hey, mom! Just...playing with dad! W-What's up? ...Is something the matter, mom?"