Please note: this story is a work of erotic FICTION, and it will more than likely contain explicit sex scenes involving relationships that could be considered socially unacceptable; if you don't want to read something like that, then please, for your own sake, don't read it, for all others, please read, enjoy, and review my work if you feel like it. Also, this story is (hopefully improved) remake of an earlier version under author's name of Lude. – Lude5

Story Codes: minor, f-M, voyeur

The Unauthorized Un-Rated Version of

Lizzie McGuire Movie

Based upon the novelized version of the screenplay

Adapted by Lude5

Chapter Two

Alone with Lizzie McGuire in her room, and trying to see past his daughters blossoming womanhood, Sam McGuire looked into his daughter's shinning eyes before he smiled. "Honey, I'm so proud. Just yesterday it seemed like you were in diapers…now you've graduated junior high. You're so growing up. And tomorrow you're going to Rome for two weeks all by yourself. Without your Mom…or me."

Just then a little coy smile grew on Lizzie's face when she detected a hit of alcohol on his breath. 'This could be my luck day, again.' And quickly turning her back to him, she suddenly pretended to straighten her shirt, but instead undid the top three buttons.

With the top of her shirt open, Sam McGuire couldn't help but stare at the top of her firm breasts and how her hard nipples jutted against her thin cotton shirt. And as he spoke, his hands slid down along her side to give her little curvy bottom a soft fatherly pat. And hugging him tightly back, Lizzie playfully rolled her eyes as he filled his hands with her soft butt cheeks.

Sitting in his lap, Lizzie felt a tingle between her legs. She enjoyed how her father had lately been not so accidentally touching her body when he was drunk, sometimes even going so far as to squeeze her ass or feel her breasts. Just as our precocious pixie had discovered that she like sitting in his lap to rub her butt against his hard-on. And while she was engrossed 'by their conversation,' he cautiously reached out a hand and began to stroke her back. He barely touched her, but he could feel the thick strap of her bra as he slid his hand up and down.

Emboldened, he even slipped a hand down to her butt. When she wiggled a bit, he
pulled it back. But he kept rubbing her back, and as he did her blouse rode up and
slipped out of her skirt. He slipped his hand down. A sizzle went through him
when he touched her warm, smooth skin. His daughter looked back at him, a coy look still in her eyes.

Enjoying their little game. Sam put his right hand under her blouse now, pushing it up as he massaged her back. Moving to her sides. His fingertips brushed against the smooth, lacey sides of her bra cup. Lizzie raised herself up, arching her back.

Lizzie didn't seem to notice when he began massaging her soft back. But he applied a bit more pressure, she stirred -- and sighed quietly as he kept rubbing. It surprised her how much she enjoyed pretending that she didn't notice him squeezing her ass, and even feeling up her breasts. The precocious pixie remembered how she'd been doing some of feeling her own lately. She especially liked to sit in his lap and rubbed her butt against his hard-on.

Bring down her hand down to fondle his stomach just above the bulge in his pants Lizzie's gazed up at him. "That's just about the best combination of words and action you can make, Daddy."

Just then he brought his hands up to her shoulders. "Lizzie," he said with his bloodshot eyes full of love, "this is a big day." Mr. McGuire paused to clear his throat. "As William Shakespeare once wrote, "Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust in…thrust upon them."

"Um, thanks, Dad, but I'm just trying to get through the commencement ceremony," Lizzie replied. "Greatness can wait until this that's over."

"Okay, Lizzie, but since you're leaving for Rome tomorrow, we need to have a talk. I need to discuss the…birds and bees with you."

"Sure Dad, what do you what to know?" As she spoke, Lizzie glanced down at the 'bulge' in her father's pants licking her lips.

"Lizzie, kidding aside, I want to make sure you know that even in this day and age, its okay to wait until you're older."

"Wait to do what, Daddy." Lizzie loved playing the innocent little girl with her father, even though she really wasn't all that innocent. And it always turned him on when he'd been drinking.

"You know…"

"No, what do I know?"

"Having sex!" He suddenly divulge, seeming embarrassed to even say the word.

"Daddy to tell you the truth, I don't now very much," Lizzie said, not being very truthfully of course.

"What, you're kidding me?"

Lizzie shook her head.

"You mean you've never…you've never?"

"No Daddy. Never…I'd been too embarrassed too… I guess I've been too shy."

"O come now, there was that time I found you giving Gordo a hand job. Then there was that time...but I don't what to talk about what happened. I was drunk, okay."

"Yeah," Lizzie smiled. "I keep getting talked into doing things. But…daddy…" Lizzie suddenly looked coyly at him. "It was fun. What happened didn't hurt anybody."

"Maybe…?" Sam paused for a second. "Then there was last month skinny dipping at the lake. Went you went to get lunch, Miranda had a little fun. Maybe I should have waited for you come back."

"Miranda told me all about it." Lizzie suddenly looked disapprovingly at him.

"Okay, okay. It wasn't our first time. Still, that doesn't mean that you should start fucking every boy with a pulse. I just want you to have a healthy sex life now that you're ready for it."

"Okay…Okay…" she lied some more, "I've never had sex with anyone else. And Matt's little pecker doesn't count. It used to be fun playing with his boner when we were little. But now the little bastard is always trying to blackmail me into taking showers together or having sex with him."

Sam let out a piercing laughed. "Well, you know how our family likes to save water." But after his dismal attempt at humor, he looked both surprised and elated. "Matt's just a growing boy, trying to come to grips with his masculinity."

"Daddy, do you ever…you know…think about me?"

Sam nodded his head. His daughter had the most incredible body, with slim, full firm breasts, and smooth little butt. He didn't know that she enjoyed being looked at, and was aware that a lot of men probably wanked off thinking about her. And if it hadn't been for the alcohol, he wouldn't have let slip. "Hell Lizzie, you're so hot. Sometimes I just have to…when I think about you. Hummm…" he paused, seemingly lost in thought for a moment.

"Daddy, I know you think I'm a little girl…" Lizzie seemed to nod her head involuntarily. She got a big kick out being the object of so many male fantasies, which was why she enjoyed dressing so provocatively in short skirts or tight pants. "It's okay, daddy. I like it when…you check me out."

Now it was Sam's turn to nod. Just yesterday, watching a movie together, she'd cuddled up with him wearing white ankle socks and a short gray pleated skirt that showed off almost every inch of her fantastic legs. Her white-see through blouse was unbuttoned and tied at the waist so he could see her black half-cup bra pushing up her ample boobs, especially with just the top of her pink nipples visible above the lacy trim. And with a striped tie was loosely knotted around her neck, her blonde hair was pulled into two coy bunches. But when he noticed she was aware of his interest, his stomach had fallen. Lizzie had just laughed, and told him not to be so naughty even though she'd enjoyed looking like naughtiest girl around for him when they were alone.

"But seriously honey, sex is something that every girl your age should know about." He looked deeply into her eyes. "And it's best to learn from someone older, and more experience." As Sam's remark tailed off, she turned to face him and saw his look of astonishment and on excitement surpassing even hers. "I agree with your school giving out rubbers," he continued after a short pause, "so you kids won't have unprotected sex. It is perfectly natural for a sexy girl your age to suck cock and have sex. It's something you'll really enjoy doing. As pretty and sexy as you are…there isn't a man alive who wouldn't want you."

"Yes…Daddy," she put her hand on his belt buckle. "I certainly would like to learn how." Lizzie slowly licked her lips, her gaze falling between her father's legs.

His face turning red, Sam cast his eyes downward. "Maybe…we shouldn't…I don't know…" But noticing where her eyes were intently focused, the four whiskey sours he'd drunken made him wonder if Lizzie needed his help to cross an important threshold of her growth into womanhood. His eyes wandered over her lithe form and how her firm breasts heaved to the rapid beat of her heart. And by the time he was done admiring her supple body, his manhood was pressing so hard against his slacks that he thought they would burst open.

Lizzie interrupted Sam's examination. "Shouldn't what Daddy?" She reached around his waist to grasp his butt, hugging him closer to her. And her eyes brightened as her other hand slid a little closer to the bulge in his pants.

"What I mean honey…" with an astonished look he told her, "I've got some…movies that perhaps you should watch."

"Oh…go on!" Lizzie said very interested. And her eyes brightened when her other hand slid on top of his waist.

"Well ...umm ... I can…. They'll teach you a lot about sex. What boys and girls like." He spoke hesitantly, while kissing her lightly on the top of her head. His body tingled as she began instinctively stoking his side.

Tightening her fingers around her father's waist, Lizzie smiled up into his eyes. "Let's watch them together, Daddy."

He paused to look down into his daughter's bright eyes as a lustful moan slipped past his lips. Even though it felt wonderful, they were at other point of no return. But knowing they could go no farther, he shook his head. "Watch them with your friends when you get back from Rome."

"Daddy…I want to play!" She said. "Ohhhh, pretty please!"

But he reached out and stayed hand, causing a pouty to grow on her face. Pulling her hand away, he slowly jerked his head side to side. "You better finish getting ready."

Pulling out the stops, she gave him her saddest pout. "Please, let me make you feel good," she whispered, her voice fully of desire. "Oh….no, are you sure? Why don't you have some whiskey? You liked it when you're drunk." But moving quickly, the sound of door closing behind him ended their conversation.

In the next room, Matt heard a knocked on his door. "Hi honey, it's me." His mother's voice came through the door. "Can I come in? There's something I what to talk to you about." With a wicked smile, Matt shut off his monitor. Then with an evil smile he put a fresh blackmail tape into his video recorder.