Darkness couldn't muffle sound. Darkness couldn't protect. Darkness couldn't hide. Sound was impervious to the cloak of darkness.

The shrill voice floated up through the stairs, through the hall, and through the closed bedroom door. It yelled and screamed with anger and derision, cutting and harsh, pure venom. It threw insults and vulgarity, taunted and jeered. It emerged every night, an unwelcome stridulous intruder.

She heard her name attached to words that made her shudder and want to cry; whore, slut, tramp.

The slap was loud, sharp, cracking through the air. Silence rained down for a brief moment as if breath was being held, then another slap cracked and the vitriol resumed ever stronger. She shuddered. She'd experienced that harsh, stinging hand too many times.

Rolling and pulling a pillow over her head, she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to sleep, tried to shut out her stepmother's awful voice. She longed for her dream to come tonight. Life was better, immensely better in her dream.

Sleep came, washing in gently like the tide, welcomed. In her sleep a smile formed, her mind hearing the . . .

The door opened, waking her. She opened her eyes without moving. Weak light from the hall cast a triangular yellow glow on the floor.

Daniela smiled and relaxed. Dad. Lying curled on her side, she watched him step in, briefly lit from behind, black slacks, white business shirt open at the neck, loose tie, arms rolled up, tall, fit, intense dark brown eyes, and a smile to die for. The door closed, darkness reigned.

In her sleep she smiled and sighed.

Heels on the hardwood floor let her track his movement. The edge of her mattress dipped, the bed frame squeaking lightly. A heavy hand settled on her hip. She smelled him as he leaned over, musky and woodsy; my Dad.

A bedside lamp clicked on, a cone of light illuminating the bed, the white side table, the Mexican patterned rug on the floor. Still curled on her side, her eyes studied him; firm jaw, smiling eyes so full of unconditional love. Her heart beat faster when his sexy lips curled, a gentle smile emerging. My Dad. Warmth flowed through her body.

A rough hand cupped her cheek, thumb caressing. She watched as he bent, his face nearing hers, and sighed when he kissed her cheek, a feather-light touch of lips; the comforting scent of Dad strong.

"Daniela," he whispered.

Her heart skipped. Daniela smiled, her hand emerging from under the covers to hold his hand against her cheek. "Dad," she whispered, a small shiver of pleasure shaking her.

He bent to kiss her cheek again. She turned her face. Lips brushed against lips, soft, loving and warm. It was gentle. It was perfect. She felt the affection in his lips all the way to her toes; Daddy kissing me. Her nipples tightened and the first flush of desire pulsed through her.

In her sleep Daniela moaned quietly, lips moving, pursing for the ghostly kiss.

Dad broke the kiss, his mouth hovering close to hers, breath smelling of scotch, eyes studying her carefully, his thumb caressing her cheek. Longing emerged inside her. She held her breath. Had she gone too far? Had she been too forward? Had she scared Dad away? She watched the play of emotions pass through his beautiful eyes; shock and surprise fading, eyes relaxing, love emerging, softness arriving. She watched a smile form on his sexy mouth. It sent heat through her, a warm pulse that started in her chest, made her areolae flush, and swept down to her pussy, her clit tingling.

"Daniela, baby," he whispered.

Daniela sighed and started breathing again. She hadn't scared him away.

"Dad," she whispered, her hand holding his to her flushed cheek. She breathed his air he was so close. Please kiss me again, Daddy, she willed him with pleading eyes.

A shiver of excitement hit when his mouth neared, lips touched so gently, his eyes studying her. She rolled onto her back slowly, Dad kissing her. Her eyes closed, concentrating on his lips, soft and sexy.

Dare she? But she'd desired for so, so long. She kept her eyes tightly shut, unable to watch his reaction. Praying for the reaction she'd dreamed of, she parted her lips slightly, her tongue emerging to taste Dad's lips lightly, hesitantly; her first try at a French kiss.

The kiss ended immediately, Dad's lips breaking away. She heard his sharp inhalation. Squeezing her eyes closed, too afraid now, she prayed, please, please.

It felt endless. The waiting felt like it would never end, her heart thumping, pleading and hoping inside. She couldn't breathe.

"Oh Daniela, honey," Dad sighed, his hand still on her cheek, thumb caressing.

But the sigh she felt inside herself was huge when Dad's lips touched hers again. She shuddered when his tongue emerged, greeting her, meeting her, acceptance of what she wanted from him, what she'd dreamed of.

The kiss intensified, Dad's tongue gently probing. Daniela opened her mouth for him, let his tongue in, shuddering. Yes, Daddy. Arousal stormed in making her squirm. She brought both hands up, finding Dad's neck, reaching around, hugging Dad, so sexy, so nice.

His breath smelled fresh when the kiss ended. She could feel it wafting over her as he breathed deep and fast.

Opening her eyes her breath hitched. Dad's eyes were burning, intense. She watched a smile of love play over his lips.

"I love you, Dad," she whispered to him.

"And I love you," he answered with a soft smile.

Daniela smiled back at him, her arms still around his neck. "I mean, I love you, Dad," she said, emphasizing the word love.

He grinned. Her heart skipped, Dad so handsome. "I know what you mean, honey. That's what I meant, too," he said.

"So you'll kiss me again?" she asked with a shy, happy smile.

"Indeed I will. I want to very much."

Daniela's eyes closed, head tilted, Dad's lips touching. She felt the covers being tugged down, became distracted with his tongue, absorbed with probing his mouth, my Daddy kissing me!

Suddenly she felt his hand on her tummy, large and heavy. She gasped into his mouth, the kiss breaking, eyes opening.

"Is everything okay?" he asked.

"Uh-huh," she answered. It was. Better than okay.

A sneaky grin appeared. Smiles danced through his magnetic eyes. She watched him move down, felt him slip her thin cotton pajama top up. He bent and kissed her bare tummy sending little chills of arousal to her nipples and clit, clenching her thighs together automatically.

Would he undress her? Would he want to see her little breasts, the new ones that ached, so sensitive. Would Dad like them or were they still too small?

His sexy eyes twinkled at her making her heart skip. He bent and kissed her tummy slightly higher, edging her top up.

Suddenly Daniela felt hot and flushed. She kicked the covers off, watching Dad watch her. A thrill of anticipation hit as he slipped her pajama top up to just under her breasts. He bent and kissed her tummy. Goose bumps emerged. A hot flush cascaded through her.

He seemed to pause. She was surprised when she felt the tremble in Dad's hand holding her pajama top.

Reaching down, Daniela placed one hand over his, the other taking her pajama top. Staring into Dad's eyes, studying him closely to watch his reaction, she drew the top up and over her little breasts, exposing herself to him. For you, Daddy. No one but you.

She saw him glance down. She saw more than heard his gasp. She watched him seemingly melt. His smile faded, eyes intensifying and something new appeared in them; heat, desire?

Daniela's gasp was loud. Arousal stormed into her when he kissed her breast gently. Suddenly they ached badly. She needed to grab, squeeze, anything, something.

"Daddy," she gasped. As if hearing her plea he sucked gently, a storm of arousal making her nipple pucker, pleasure radiating, his hand gently caressing the other.

Dizziness arrived, nipples sore and sensitive. She groaned aloud when lips nipped. Never in her imagination had she believed so much pleasure could come from her breasts, his lips, his suction, gawd, his tongue!

A flush of moisture dampened her panties when he kissed the other breast. Hands found his hair, holding him there. "Yes, right there, Daddy," she murmured breathlessly.

And, as if it couldn't get better, Daniela felt Dad's hand gently settle over her pajama bottoms, resting lightly on her pussy and hip. Confusion emerged, conflict, indecision. She wanted Dad to suck her breasts harder, suck the ache out of them. She wanted Dad to press his big hand against her pussy and caress the tingling. She wanted to guide his hand inside, have Dad touch her, feel how excited she was, for you, Daddy, just for you. And she wanted to be kissed again. She wanted to thrust her tongue into Dad's mouth, groan and moan.

But everything ended, Dad rising to stand at her bedside, the mattress shifting again.

"Dad?" she asked, fear in her voice. Did I do something wrong? Did I not do something I was supposed to? Was he going to leave?

"Don't move, sweetheart," he said with a loving smile.

Shoes slipped off, thumping on the rug. His fingers unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off his broad shoulders. Daniela liked the soft sparse chest hair on him. But, when his hands reached for his belt, she noticed silky-soft hair running in a thin line from his belly button down to disappear under the waist of his pants.

She watched, trembling. Dad was undressing! She was going to see Dad naked! Trembling harder she realized she was going to see Dad's erection! What would it look like? How big would he be? Was he circumcised? What would it feel like to hold it? How did you stroke it? She had so many questions, so many things she wanted to know and try.

Dad's pants made a rustling sound as they fell to the floor. Daniela heard it but didn't see him kick them off, a belt buckle jangling. Her eyes were locked onto plain white boxers and the huge tent. She was holding her breath unknowingly, waiting to see it.

When Dad sat on the edge of the bed, his erection seemed to tent his boxers even more. What was the little damp spot? Had Dad peed?

Finally, when she understood Dad wasn't taking his underwear off, she looked up. Dad was looking at her, a gentle smile on his face, eyes glinting. "Are you sure you want this, sweetheart?" he asked gently. "Are you sure you want to do this with me?"

How could he question it??? She'd dreamed! She'd wished! She'd yearned! Without saying a word Daniela nodded, reaching for his hand, drawing it back to her sensitive little breast. She liked the shudder that ran through him when he touched her. She liked how big his hand was on her small boob. She liked how his eyes narrowed in heat, the desire so plain for her to see.

Just for you, Daddy, she thought with excitement thrumming through her.

Lifting up, Daniela pulled her thin cotton pajama top up and off, settling back onto the sheet, dropping the top to the floor. Her breasts ached and felt heavy, nipples sensitive. When she reached for the pajama bottoms, Dad stopped her hands.

"Please," he whispered, "let me."

Slowly, pulling her hands away, she lifted her bum for him, loving how his eyes grew excited. It made her feel so grown-up, so sexy. His desire fueled hers. She wanted to make Dad happy, make him feel good. What would his climax be like? Did it feel the same for him as it did for her; as explosive and all-consuming?

Suddenly she regretted wearing her plain white cotton undies instead of something sexier. Dad's fingers slipped her pajamas down revealing them, little girlish, immature, not her best panties.

"So sexy," he murmured, staring at them.

"You think so?" Daniela asked, surprised. She moaned when Dad bent and kissed the front right on her pussy, a clench of arousal storming in.

"Yes, very, very sexy, Daniela," he whispered reverently, reaching for the waist of his boxers. He lifted slightly and slipped them off.

Daniela stared. She stared at Dad's erection, automatically lifting her bum again to let him remove her cotton undies. She didn't even notice his gasp, her attention riveted. It seemed large, thick and perfect. He was circumcised, the head mushroom-shaped, soft-looking yet hard, red, swollen, just like those she'd seen on the Internet. It moved, jerked.

Reaching out, Daniela touched it carefully with her finger, soft yet rigid. She gently wrapped her hand around it and squeezed; a hot, silky stiff rod. Dad's moan tore her attention away. He was staring at her, heat and arousal in his sexy eyes.

"Does it feel good when I do that, Daddy?" she asked.

His hand gently removed hers. "Yes, sweetheart. It feels very good. In fact, too good. I need to breathe."

He bent slowly towards her pussy. Daniela glanced down, wishing she had more than the light sprinkling of pubic hair, wishing that her pussy looked older, less little-girlish. Then she groaned when his lips, warm and soft, pressed against her mound. She felt her moisture ooze making her slit slippery. So horny, Daddy.

Reaching down she grabbed Dad's head, tugging him up. He resisted with a sneaky smile, rising to shuffle down, gently spreading her legs. "No, Daddy," she exclaimed. Wasn't that dirty?

"Daniela, trust me," he answered, eyes sparkling with pleasure. He glanced down at her pussy. She saw his shudder.

A deep tremor shook her at the touch of his lips. Her small breasts ached. Her pussy clenched. Dad's lips found her clit, sucked. Oh Daddy! She was wet. His fingertip sent shockwaves through her as it slipped between her lips, finding the entrance to her vagina, caressing gently.

His tongue felt rough on her clit. It chased thought from her mind. She grabbed her small breasts, squeezing, nipples tingling. He sucked her clit again and rockets went off, fireworks exploding. Heat and pleasure radiated up her arching body to explode, beautiful, beautiful. Her nipples and pussy radiated pleasure. He sucked again. Her body arched, pussy cramping, muscles clenching, bliss Daddy, bliss!

Suddenly it was a fury storming into her, assaulting her senses, wave after wave of pure pleasure punishing her, thundering through her to the point where aching pain emerged, panting, arching and cumming. She cried out, reaching down to push Daddy's head away. It's too much, Daddy! Too much to take!

His warm embrace brought her back. She was flushed, warm, and now wet. She smelled him, sexy and manly. Eyes opening, she studied at him as he hovered over her, looking down at her with those sexy eyes, his body between her legs.

"Hello. You're back," he said with a soft smile. "How do you feel, sweetheart?"

"I feel good, Dad. That was . . . It was . . ."

His lips cut off what she was trying to say. His kiss made her lips tingle. When she felt his erection resting heavy on top of her pussy and his tongue gently tasted her lips, she was amazed at the flush of arousal that returned. She'd never cum twice, but now her breasts ached again. Now she had an ache deep inside her, a need growing again. Daddy.

Reaching up she found his neck, holding him. She moved her pelvis, rubbing her pussy mound lightly against his erection, his body still hovering off hers, and thrilled at his sudden, sharp inhalation. She felt a trace of wetness on top of her pussy, Daddy leaking. It was slippery and cool.

He kissed her suddenly with more force. Daniela moaned into Daddy's mouth, probing with her tongue. She needed. It was a primal urge. She needed Daddy. She needed to feel him inside her, wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted him to press deep and find the ache, sooth it, rub it. She wanted to make Daddy feel good, to love him. Moaning into his kiss, she reached down, finding his big erection.

It felt huge! The tip was wet and slippery. She guided it down, shuddering as it passed over her sensitive clit. Liking the sensation she dragged it back up over her clit again, shuddering again at the pulse of pleasure in her pussy. His quiet moan thrilled her. Daddy likes it! Daddy likes me!

Urgency built, like pressure inside growing, need urging her on. His big erection felt even bigger when she guided the slippery tip down though her slit, down to the bottom, to the entrance to her vagina. His erection felt huge. Would she be able to take it? She felt Daddy trembling, his arms shaking. Daddy was excited!

"Right here," she murmured, eyes closed, nestling his thick erection to her vagina. "Push, Daddy," she urged.

"Daniela, baby," he whispered.

"Push," she insisted.

She felt his lips on hers, kissing her gently. She responded, opening her mouth, letting his erection go, reaching for his neck, pulling him, tugging, hugging Daddy.

"Yes, Daddy," she sighed as his erection started stretching her, stretching her. She felt the tip press in. She felt herself open for him, felt him pop in, her entrance snapping over his crown to seal to his shaft.

Daniela moaned. You feel perfect, Daddy. Moving slowly, she used her hips to press her stretched pussy at him, easing off, pressing. Bit by bit he filled her, stretching her insides beautifully, filling her; deeper and deeper, nearing the ache, getting so close.

Daniela sighed with complete, total pleasure when Daddy's groin pressed against her clit. The tip of his erection pressed against the ache deep inside her. She felt stuffed, stretched and beautifully full of Daddy. This was how it was supposed to be. This was where Daddy was supposed to be.

"Do I feel good?" she asked.

"Daniela, you feel wonderful," he answered in a whisper.

Tugging at him, she felt his sensual weight settle on her. Daddy felt so big, large, heavy. His erection flexed inside her. She inhaled, eyes closing, her concentration focused on Daddy's erection. His hand slipped under her to hold her bottom. He withdrew, his erection leaving a void, an emptiness inside her. He thrust slowly. She felt every bit slip in, filling her wonderfully, the tip pressing against her deepest part.

He withdrew. She moaned and curled her pussy up as he thrust into her slowly, slippery and moist, so big, Daddy. A rhythm started, Daddy withdrawing, thrusting, withdrawing, thrusting, filling her, full, stretched. He started rubbing the ache of need deep inside, pulses of pleasure storming in. Moving faster, his groin began thumping into her clit, pulses of arousal coursing up to her breasts.

Daniela's world narrowed; the quiet moans of pleasure from Daddy, his weight on her, big body covering her. She concentrated, pulses of pleasure radiating up with each firm thrust, Daddy loving her, Daddy finally loving her, filling her , stretching her, so good.

She felt his arousal, his need. He started moving faster, stroking into her harder with more force, her body jerking with each glorious thrust. She tried to hold on. She tried to wait for Daddy wanting to make it good for him. She tried but . . .

It exploded. Her climax erupted uncontrollably.

"Daddy!" she cried out, pussy clamping down. She clutched at him, hugging Daddy, hugging Daddy, pleasure thundering in, Daddy loving her. Suddenly Daddy grunted. In the midst of her climax, drowning in pleasure, she felt Daddy's erection get even thicker inside her. Daddy grunted again. Hot wetness flooded her. Daddy's cumming! Daddy's cumming in me!

"Daddy!" she cried out, legs wrapping around him. Arms held him tight, her body jerking, Daddy cumming with me! A hard wave of utter bliss swept through her. Her breath caught in her throat. She froze for a second. She gasped, jerked, and paradise welcomed her with a wave of utter bliss. Darkness descended, falling, falling.

In her bed, Daniela moaned quietly, asleep, no longer hearing the ugly yelling from downstairs or the thump of things being thrown.

Daniela felt her stomach clench and roil the nearer she got to home. This was the worst part of schooldays. Her pace on the sidewalk slowed. Her backpack felt heavy, laden with text books. She wished she could walk so slowly that Dad would be home from work by the time she arrived.

It wasn't to be. Their drive neared. This time, unlike normal, she decided to try and sneak in. Maybe she could sneak up to her room and hide there until Dad got home.

Walking quietly but quickly, Daniela followed the small well-tended path that led to the back door. Quietly and cautiously she peeked through the door's curtained window. Through the mudroom she saw into the kitchen and paused. Dad was home! Why? He was sitting at the table with a mug of coffee, sipping. Where was the bitch?

She waited. When the step-bitch didn't appear she opened the door. Dad looked up at her. She was shocked. He looked drawn, as if he hadn't slept in days, eyes rimmed red. When he saw her, Daniela saw his eyes light up. She watched a smile emerge making him look so handsome.

"Hi, Dad. How come you're home?" she asked, slipping her backpack to the floor. She kissed his cheek. For a brief moment her eyes closed and she inhaled, woodsy and musky, my Daddy.

"Things to take care of, sweetheart," he said, kissing her cheek.

She went and grabbed a glass of juice and some cookies before sitting at the table and studying him. She noticed the faded reddened hand-print shape on Dad's face. She knew who had put it there; the bitch. Where was the bitch? Last night's yelling came back to her. Last night's dream came back to her. She felt shame. Was she a slut for wanting Dad like that?

"Am I a bad girl, Dad? Am I dirty? Is that why she hates me so much? Just because I love you?" she asked, triggered by memories of her stepmother screaming at her, "You'll never be anything but a little whore!"

I looked at my daughter, wondering where the question had sprung from. Daniela was a perfect daughter, more than I deserved. She was blossoming, radiant, the light of my life. I felt the intense fury flush through me again. What had Francine done to my little girl? It hurt my soul to see my daughter so melancholic, so worried; almost frightened.

Reaching out I caressed her cheek. "Never, sweetheart. You'll never be a bad girl in my eyes. She's gone."

My daughter's dark, beautiful eyes grew wide. "Really? Like gone forever?"

"Yes. Really. Gone for good."

"It'll be just the two of us again?"

"Just the two of us."

"I like that, Dad," she said, a small smile appearing.

"Me too," I responded. It was a huge weight off my shoulders. Divorce papers would be drawn up and I faced an acrimonious battle ahead. But this was better. This was much, much better. Seeing the brightness of Daniela's smile made me feel good. I realized I hadn't seen it in months. How could I have been so blind?

That night after Daniela had gone to bed, I drank a couple of strong Scotches feeling sorry for myself. Francine was the second woman I'd shown a remarkable lack of judgement with; the first being Daniela's mother. Why couldn't I see them for who they were? Was my libido that dominant?

Well, never again, I decided. Twice was too much. I was going to have nightmares about what Francine may have done or said to Daniela. How could I have missed it? The shocking, vitriolic and ugly words about my daughter that Francine had thrown at me had inflamed me. No one talks about my Daniela that way. No one! It was the first time in my life I'd slapped a woman and she'd deserved it.

Feeling a pleasant buzz from alcohol and recognizing my limit, I rose, turned off the television and lights, and made my rounds to double check doors were locked. That bottle of Scotch, Glenmorangie 18, a seductively smooth single malt whiskey, called to me strongly. It would be so easy to slip off the edge and drown my sorrows in its golden embrace, let it's elixir banish ugly thoughts and regrets.

Pausing at the top of the stairs, still feeling the anger at Francine coursing through me, I decided I'd check in on Daniela. Another dose of her might ease my turmoil. She'd seemed so pleased on hearing the news about Francine and I didn't blame her. Francine had a vicious and evil tongue. The hall floorboards creaked with my passing, a lone light providing illumination.

Daniela's eyes popped open at the sound of her door knob turning. It had a slight squeak. Weak light from the hall cast a triangular yellow shape on the floor.

Daniela smiled and relaxed. Dad. Lying curled on her side, she watched him step in, briefly lit from behind by the hall light, black slacks, white business shirt open at the neck, tie loose, arms rolled up, tall, fit, intense dark brown eyes, and a smile to die for. The door closed, darkness reigned.

Closing the bedroom door quietly behind me, I moved through the dark to her bed, sitting on the edge, the mattress yielding under me. I needed to apologize to her, to try to explain. Reaching out, my fingers found her bedside lamp. I switched it on, a cone of light illuminating the bed, the white side table, the Mexican patterned rug on the floor.

I studied my daughter curled up under the covers, pretty dark brown eyes looming large in her face as she watched me carefully. She tugged at my heart. She was so gentle and loving, a truly wonderful girl; so dramatically different to Francine.

I was losing my little girl. Day-by-day she was slipping deeper into pubescence. All too soon she was going to emerge in full bloom, into adolescent glory. I already pined for her lost sweet childishness but waited with excitement for the mature girl to arrive. At twelve years old Daniela was in that in-between state, adorable youth with glimpses of a lady hidden inside, capable of giggling one moment and acting demure the next. It was a rather bewitching stage.

I cupped her soft cheek, thumb caressing. She watched me, so sweet. Bending, I kissed her cheek. Daniela sighed.

"Daniela," I whispered, having so much to say, so much to apologize for, so many promises to make.

Daniela smiled at me, banishing my thoughts. Her hand emerged from under the covers to hold my hand against her cheek. "Dad," she whispered, a small shiver of pleasure shaking her.

Under the seductive influence of Glenmorangie, my Daniela never looked better; so sweet and innocent, yet maturing, growing; a very attractive girl.

I bent to kiss her cheek again and wish her a goodnight. We could talk in the morning.

She turned her face and my lips brushed against hers, soft, loving and warm. It was gentle. It was unbelievably perfect. I felt the affection and electricity in her lips all the way to my toes; my little girl was actually kissing me and it felt so delicate and sensual!

The fog of Glenmorangie cleared. Jesus Christ! I was kissing my twelve-year-old daughter!

"No!" I remonstrated myself loudly, standing suddenly. I didn't see Daniela's shocked expression when I left her room in a rush of embarrassment and self-disappointment. I didn't see the tears welling in her enchanting eyes. I didn't hear her quiet sob. I wasn't aware of how deeply I had hurt her, seemingly rejecting her.

In bed I chastised and castigated myself. I knew exactly what had happened. In that one perfect moment in time, I'd found my daughter utterly gorgeous. In that one incredible moment in time, my morals had been crushed by the sweetest kiss I'd ever experienced; a kiss I should never have experienced and now one I would never forget.

The bedroom door opened. Daniela stood in her thin cotton pajamas. Her face looked devastated, brimming with tears. "Daddy?"

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!!! screamed through my mind.

"Come here, honey," I said softly, raising the covers.

Daniela ran. She ran to me, diving in and pressing to me. I felt her tears and her small body trembling. I hated myself. And then I hated myself more when my daughter apologized.

"I'm so sorry, Dad. I thought you wanted to kiss me and love me. In my dream you always do."

Utter silence fell. It sounded loud to me. It had an unusual quality, as if I needed to clear my ears, remove cotton balls or something. Had I heard what I thought? Had my little girl just told me she dreamed of kissing and loving me? Dreamed of it?

"You dreamed of us?" I asked softly.

"Uh-huh. We were lovers, Dad. It was so beautiful. Just you and me; the way it's supposed to be."

It started as a tiny ball inside my chest, a small knot. It grew lock-step with the emerging acceptance of a sexual attraction to my daughter one kiss had uncovered, a love no father should have. But I did. It was unavoidable. That kiss, such a spectacularly perfect kiss, had unleashed something inside me. Had it always been there? I didn't know.

What I did know was the ache in my chest, that knot, was love, pure, not parental. I turned onto my side. With a finger under her chin I gently raised Daniela's face. "I did want to kiss you, honey. That's why I left."

Dark beautiful eyes looked deeply into me. Daniela studied me. "Do you still want to?" she asked softly, almost shyly. "Cuz I want you to, if you want."

I stared at my little girl's hopeful expression and melted at the love shining in her beautiful dark brown eyes.

"Yes. I want to very much," I whispered, bending, my lips touching hers. Kissing Daniela gently, lips closed, was very exciting, amazingly so. But, when her little tongue hesitatingly peeked out to touch my lips, my eyes popped open to see a shy worry in her dark wonderful eyes, as if afraid at how I'd react to her forwardness.

I broke the kiss, caressing her soft cheek. "That is so sexy, Daniela," I whispered. The smile of pride that blossomed and the delight in her eyes that suddenly sparkled brightly shook me deeply. It was very, very attractive. "I need another kiss," I suggested.

Eyelids closed. My little girl reached up and pulled my neck, drawing my mouth to her. Soft lips touched, a tingle of pleasure felt all the way to my toes. Her small tongue emerged again touching my lips. This time Daniela probe gently with little murmurs, her tongue-tip pressing between my lips. She moaned sweetly when my mouth opened for her.

As the kiss deepened, her tongue entering my mouth, I rolled her petite body towards me, bringing her to my chest, hugging her slender young body close. Our kiss deepened. My tongue followed Daniela's into her sweet tasting mouth. She moaned sexily. My hand gently held a compact pajama-covered bum, a perfectly shaped young bottom that now felt so sensuous.

Her kiss became forceful, her tongue pressing back at me, intertwining, playing. And I had a full erection, complete and hard. My bum-caressing hand slipped up and under, inside her soft cotton pajamas to touch her panty-clad rear. It was a spectacular bum, firm and petite, sensually rounded, cotton dipping into the valley formed by two of the sexiest little buttocks in this world. For the briefest moment dizziness overcame me; kissing and fondling my little girl was too much, too sensual a surprise. I couldn't believe how rock hard my erection was, how much I wanted my little girl. But I did. I wanted to make love to her.

The kiss ended, my hand caressing a superb posterior. Daniela's eyes opened and looked at me, quiet and serious.

"I love you, Dad," she whispered.

I smiled. "I love you too, honey. You know that."

Her palm rested on my cheek, a remarkably intimate gesture. "No, Dad. I love you," she said, emphasizing the word love.

"Okay."

A small frown passed over her face, a cloud in her eyes. It felt like I'd slipped off script or something.

"You're supposed to tell me you love me too," she said.

"But I did," I claimed.

"Not like in my dream," she told me.

Rolling her onto her back I leaned over her. "This isn't a dream, Daniela. This is real."

"I know, but . . ."

"Okay," I interrupted with a soft smile. "What am I supposed to do next?" Young girls always wanted dreams to come true. Maybe I could give my daughter the gift of one.

"You're supposed to kiss my tummy," she said quietly, drawing her pajama top up slightly to reveal her stomach.

"Then I shall," I said. Exposing her sexy flat stomach I kissed her silky warm skin gently. I felt a slight tremor in her muscles. Her flat stomach was very exciting. "Very nice. What next?" I asked.

"Go higher, Dad."

I did, exposing more of her beautiful stomach, kissing a navel gently. I looked up at her bewitching eyes.

"Higher," she said softly with a shy smile.

Pushing her top up, to just under her little boobs, I kissed again. I was beginning to shake with excitement. This slow seduction was more erotic than anything I'd experienced with either of my ex-wives.

"Higher," she whispered.

Pushing my daughter's top up even further breath caught in my throat. They were beautiful, gorgeous; two petite twins with pink areolae and tiny nipples rising from a slender young chest. They looked firm, not one hint of succumbing to gravity. They were widely spaced and, from my perspective, pointed outward slightly. My body shook when I bent. I had an overwhelming urge to touch, cup, and caress; to feel my daughter's barely pubescent breasts.

"My God, Daniela, they're stunningly beautiful."

"You think so? You like them? They're not too small?"

I loved the shy pleasure on my daughter's face. "No. They're perfect," I said. "You have gorgeous boobs."

Daniela giggled softly with pleasure, her boobs hardly moving. "They're breasts, Dad. Not boobs."

"Well indeed they are," I confirmed. "Spectacularly sexy little breasts, too. The sexiest I think I've ever seen."

Turning my full attention to them I stared, my erection thick, heavy and pulsing as I absorbed the sight of pre-adolescent perfection.

"You're supposed to kiss them," Daniela whispered.

"Is that what I do in your dream?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well I am a very lucky father in your dream," I said with a smile.

Daniela giggled softly. The giggle faded away when my lips touched a magnificent young breast, firm, silky-soft skin, little areola stippling. Opening my mouth, I sucked it in gently, a perfect, stunningly sexy mouthful. My hand gently explored the shape of her other breast, thumb carefully feeling the amazingly steep youthful rise of its side and the small sexy beaded nipple topping it.

Daniela's hand stroked my hair as I kissed, fondled, sucked and teased stupendously arousing young boobs, her gentle caress driving my arousal even higher. She murmured her pleasure before pushing my head away.

"But, Daniela . . ." I began to complain.

"I'm supposed to take my pajama top off."

"That's a good idea, and the bottoms, too. Can I help?" I asked, remembering the feel of my little girl's sexy butt in my hand.

Daniela giggled softly. This was so not like her dream. This was fun and sexy at the same time. This was so much better. And, now the step-bitch had gone, Dad was his old funny self. She shucked her top, her breasts, or boobs as Dad liked to call them, felt heavy and aroused.

"You take the bottoms off," she told him, liking the spark of excitement in his sexy eyes. "After your get naked," she added with a shy blush.

There was no hesitation on my part. It didn't feel awkward or embarrassing. That in itself told me how far I'd fallen into the charming allure of my little girl. Her dark eyes observed carefully as clothes hit the floor and boxers were shucked and tossed to the end of the bed. Her eyes, wide with curiosity, stared at my hard erection and that excited me even more.

Her hand reached out. A finger touched gently. My erection bobbed. Daniela slowly wrapped her small hand around my shaft sending achingly pleasurable pulses through me that almost had me light-headed. Her hand lost its purchase when I moved, shuffling around to reach for her pajama bottoms.

This slow reveal of my twelve-year-old's glorious adolescent body, this gentle seduction, was far more erotic than I could have believed. My little girl was sweetly sexy and very, very desirable. The sensuousness of her only intensified as I reached to her narrow hips and grasped the pajama waistband that seemed to hover over her stomach as it stretched from hip to hip, touching down in the middle. Daniela lifted her rear off the bed. Soft white cotton panties appeared; plain and simple panties, young girl panties. Yet their simplicity made them sexy to me. Adding the waistband of her cotton panties to my grip, I stripped my little girl. I unveiled her and the sight was stunning, breathtaking.

I could feel tremors in my muscles. I felt like I was a deer caught in headlights. All I could see was Daniela's little pussy. Nestled below bony narrow hips it formed a mounded sensual delta, creases on each side emphasizing the delicate tapering shape. Dark, straight, and shiny pubic hairs were sprinkled here and there, erotically sparse, the hint of maturity intensely arousing. And despite her legs being closed, Daniela had the sexiest little gap filled with plump labia forming an amazingly sexy small cleft.

My reaction was automatic and, unthinking, driven by the remarkable sight of a naked Goddess. I'd never in my life seen anything so perfect, so arousing, so desirable. Never. Bending down, I kissed my little girl's mons gently. A strange aroma hit me, the scent of my daughter but more, a new scent. Recognition flashed thought me. Closing my eyes, lips pressed to a sensuous full mound, I moaned as I inhaled slowly, drawing the delicate ambrosia of my daughter's arousal deep. It was intoxicating.

I wanted to kiss and explore endlessly, settle between slender thighs, and taste my little girl, spend a lifetime between her sexy legs. But hands gently drew my head up. Dark sexy eyes pleaded with me. Petite breasts called. My little girl.

I knew what I wanted to do. Looking at my angel lying naked, my twelve-year-old letting me see her, arousal clear in her beautiful eyes, I knew what I wanted. More than anything I wanted to make love to her, make her mine, body and soul.

"Daniela," I began in a hushed whisper, "I want you so much, baby."

Her hands reached for me. "I want you too, Daddy. I've dreamed about us."

Any resistance I might of had evaporated like a wisp of smoke in a gale wind. Moving up and lying beside her, I kissed her gently, tongues teasing. My hand caressed a spectacular little breast, slipped down a flat stomach and found the seductive rise of a young mons, petite yet sexy. Daniela moved her legs apart as my fingertips toyed with her sparse pubic hairs, traced the deep sexy creases at the sides, and finally cupped a young pubis in all its glory. I shook with excitement. My daughter's pussy was so small and delicate and sexy.

She trembled against me, her hand fishing down, finding and holding my damp and straining erection gently, hesitantly.

I caressed my child's pussy using fingers to trace the shape of her remarkable labia and short cleft. Tremors shook me and my erection swelled in her hand when I touched a little bead, my daughter's clitoris. But the loud moan that inadvertently escaped was mine. The pad of my middle finger discovered silky, slippery moisture at the base of her cleft where labia met buttocks.

The kiss ended. I needed to breathe.

"You're so sexy, sweetheart," I whispered. "You have a beautiful body."

Dark eyes studied me. A proud smile emerged. Daniela squeezed my erection. "I like this, too," she whispered with a flit of mischief. But her eyes softened immediately, narrowing and losing focus.

The tip of my finger slipped between soft moist labia and slid in and up. Her short cleft sensually hugged my fingertip. Daniela shivered when I touched her small clit, a little bead against the pad of my finger. I caressed and watched Daniela's nostrils flare when she inhaled deeply.

My erection was weeping, straining, and painfully in need. Daniela's hand had stilled, no longer squeezing and exploring. The need thundering through me made me move.

Rising and moving down, I knelt between Daniela's thighs, sitting on my heels, my erection jutting out. I was too far gone. I was too aroused, my daughter too sexy and desirable. Lifting her legs over my thighs I watched her gorgeous little cleft partially peel open revealing a glistening moist pink interior, her long clitoral hood filling half her slit. Two tiny inner labia parted below to reveal the miniscule dark entrance to my daughter's vagina nestled deep at the base of her cleft. Small buttocks bulged sexily as they pressed against the sheet.

My erection bobbed as I tried to imagine penetrating her. It both scared and thrilled me. I stared at the tiny entrance to her vagina and doubts emerged. She was so small, so young. I wasn't aware I'd been motionless, frozen in place, completely taken with the erotic sight of my little girl's pussy. Daniela's fingertips gently holding my erection broke me out of my stupor.

I watched her guide the moist tip of my erection to kiss her clit. It left a trail of glistening precum when she slipped the crown down and up, and down again, her plump labia gradually bulging out and hugging me, welcoming me. It wasn't until Daniela had my erection lodged under her clitoris, my crown looking humongous next to her little pussy, that I reacted, glancing up at her face.

She had this expression on her pretty face, concentration, trepidation, yet determination. It was a serious expression as if she was being faced with a challenge she needed to overcome. It wasn't right. It wasn't the face of loving and pleasure. It wasn't right.

Reaching down I pulled her hands away from my erection. Bending over her small body, I kissed the tip of her little breast very, very lightly. I kissed the other. The tip of my aching erection was still pressed to her little pussy, pulsing and swelling, leaking.

"Daniela," I whispered, caressing her silken cheek. I kissed her lips gently. "Daniela," I whispered, nuzzling her neck, kissing it gently. "Daniela," I whispered, taking a small earlobe between my lips.

She sighed. I actually felt her body relax. "Daddy," she whispered.

Lifting my head so I could look at her in the eyes, I kissed the edge of her mouth very, very slowly. "You know I love you, don't you?"

She smiled. "Uh-huh."

Applying slight pressure with my hips, my erection pushed at her tiny opening. "How does this feel?" I asked.

"Okay."

Easing back, I pushed again, gently, very gently. It felt like I made slight progress, the tip slippery and warm against my little girl's pussy. I desperately wanted to see what it looked like, what an adult erection pressing into an immature pussy looked like. But I needed to watch my daughter's beautiful, expressive eyes, too. I pressed my rigid erection slightly meeting resistance.

Daniela sighed, eyes narrowing slightly.

Holding myself off her small body I reached down and caressed a stupendously sexy boob, teasing the tiny nipple. Daniela sighed again when I gently squeezed and teased a hard nipple. Reaching for her hand I guided it to her breast, pressing her palm onto it. "Touch yourself," I whispered.

I reached further down, over a plump mons and found her little clitoris. Caressing gently I pressed my erection to her, felt her yield slightly, and eased off.

"Okay so far, honey?"

Daniela smiled and nodded. I loved seeing her caress her own breasts. It was very sexy how she tweaked her nipples between her ring and middle fingers as she squeezed.

Gently stimulating her clit I began to press, ease off, and press again. There was no need for me to hold my erection. I was harder than I'd been in a long, long time. And, with a heart beating hard, progress came. Slowly I felt more and more of my crown caressed by sexy labia. It felt like I was slipping into her even if I wasn't. I pressed again with more firmness.

A sudden sharp inhalation, a sudden flash of pain on Daniela's face and the jerk of her little body announced her defloration.

"Ow!" she gasped. Breath hissed in. Her hands left her breasts, formed fists and pressed to her lower stomach, body tensing. "That hurts, Dad," she moaned.

Pausing, not moving, I bent and kissed her gently. "Relax, honey. I won't move. Just relax." I bent and kissed her petite breasts softly. I nibbled on her nipples and sucked gently. Slowly Daniela relaxed. Slowly Daniela's hands unfurled from the fists they'd been forming. Slowly my daughter's eyes cleared. And, perhaps most thrilling was slowly my little girl began to move. I still hadn't penetrated her fully.

It was a tiny movement, a little curl of her hips, testing and easing off. Another followed, then another. Daniela gave me a gift. She gently moved her pussy, each curl pressing harder. I felt her opening stretch. I felt her labia ooze slowly over my crown. I felt my erection slowly penetrate my twelve-year-old little girl. I was so hard, rigid and aching.

And then I experienced it. Accompanied by a sexy sigh, Daniela's pussy yielded and oozed over my crown, a wondrous feeling. The helmet slipped in to be held by a tight, tight moist sheath. She paused. My heart was racing.

"It's in," she whispered.

I kissed her softly. "Yes. It's perfect. You feel wonderful," I murmured. Daniela sighed again.

With the utmost care I let my body rest on top of her. She felt so delicate and petite under me; so sexy and desirable.

We moved gently, exploring the sensations. Daniela was exquisitely tight. She was velvety smooth, moist, intensely erotic. We moved gently. I felt every millimeter of penetration, her internal walls yielding for the first time, reluctantly, gradually. There was no pain, no rush, just small movements that, with exquisite slowness, let me penetrate my little girl deeper and deeper. Small sighs accompanied the careful movement and far too soon I realized I was completely buried in my daughter's snug vagina, the tip pressed against her end. I was penetrating my little girl, my erection held tight.

All movement halted.

"How does it feel?" I asked, my heart pounding, erection throbbing in her amazing pussy.

"It feels . . ." Daniela clenched her pussy slightly, exquisitely pleasurably. ". . . tight, Dad. I feel really full and stretched."

"Does it feel good?" I asked.

"Uh-huh. Sort of."

"No pain?"

"Just an ache now."

"You'll tell me if anything hurts, won't you?"

"Uh-huh." Her arms wrapped around my chest. She gently clenched her pussy. A pulse of pleasure coursed through me, my erection flexing in response. Daniela sighed.

It was increasingly hard for me to remain still. The urge to withdraw and thrust was almost overwhelming. I wanted Daniela's first time to be perfect. But it was far too exciting to me. It was really too much for me. It was unlike any other experience in the world. Making love to Daniela was too intense. My need took over.

Lifting and holding myself over her I glanced down and inhaled sharply. It was such an incredible sight. It made me ache with passion. With Daniela's legs over my thighs, my daughter's little pubis formed a seductive, mounded delta between silky thighs, her sparse dusting of soft pubic hairs emphasizing her youth and immaturity. Her small cleft was stretched open around my shaft, my erection penetrating her. The size difference magnified and intensified the illicitness of our union. Her barely pubescent little pussy made me look monstrously thick, as thick as the gap at her groin and filling her cleft, her reddened, flushed clitoris pressed to my shaft. It was an astonishingly arousing sight.

But perhaps, even more astoundingly arousing, was watching my thick erection slowly withdraw from her tiny cleft, her vagina almost inverting as it clung desperately to my thick, glistening shaft. When the flared rim of my crown emerged I reversed and was treated to the sight of my adult erection sinking into the sexiest little pussy, labia pressing in, cleft stretched, and her reddened clit dipping to lovingly kiss my shaft again. Soft, warm moistness surrounded me in a tight velvet embrace. It was without doubt the most arousing sight I'd ever been exposed to. It was too exciting. A rhythm had started.

Trailing my eyes up I studied her sexy little boobs, for that's what they were; too small and new to be called breasts in my mind. They were perfect mounds rising off her slender chest. Widely spaced, they had firmness to them.

I couldn't stop myself.

I began to stroke into my little girl's tight pussy slightly faster, fucking my daughter, need urging me on. Despite Daniela's body being jostled with each of my increasingly solid, deep thrusts, her boobs remained firm, refusing to move, succulent little mounds. I wanted to go slow, take my time and make this heaven last forever, but I couldn't.

My erection swelled, Daniela's little pussy feeling even tighter. She groaned. Was it pain? Pleasure?

For the briefest of moment I stopped. I held still, my erection buried to the hilt inside my little girl. I felt her moist velvet grip. I felt my erection flex and her gentle clench in response. I stared into her dark alluring eyes so filled with passion. My heart ached. This was heaven.

Bending, I kissed her chin, still holding my body off her. I kissed a soft cheek, sucked a lower lip gently and then nestled my face into her slender neck, inhaling the sexy scent of my young lover, lemons and spring and sweet innocence. My erection flexed again. Daniela moaned quietly and clenched her pussy in response, so tight, so beautiful.

I brought my mouth up to her small ear and whispered very, very quietly, "I love you, Daniela."

Her response was wonderful. Daniela moaned loudly as if I'd given her a gift she'd been waiting for. Her tight pussy squeezed my erection, her hips curling up, pressing me even deeper into her little vagina, the crown lodged against her end. Arms reached for me, finding my back and tugging as if she needed to feel her Daddy's body resting heavy on her.

"You're all I want or need," I whispered.

I kissed her lips gently and a storm erupted. Daniela groaned. Her little tongue assaulted me, probing and active, her mouth opening in an invitation. Her arms yanked to pull me down, her pelvis now undulating on my erection. I still hadn't moved, enjoying her arousal far, far too much; enjoying her tight little vagina massaging and gripping my erection, surrounding my shaft in a velvet glove, squeezing, almost milking me.

"Daddy, please!" she suddenly pleaded tugging at me. "On top."

I did, carefully lowering myself onto her. It once again brought home how young and small she was; just a little girl, just Daddy's little girl. Yet she felt spectacular under me, petite and warm, all loving, her sexy slender body writhing, little hips undulating, immature pussy sliding off and on my erection just enough to stimulate me.

That wondrous fog of need arrived. Daniela was too sexy. She was too desirable. My little girl felt far too good to me. The urgent need for release arrived, driven higher by her youth, her smallness, her sexy undulations under me and little gasps.

I began to move, slipping out, stroking in, gently fucking my darling. I moved off her slightly so I could reach down and hold her sexy little ass, feel her delectable bottom flex as she fucked me. Her tight vagina began to flutter, light clenches gripping me. Her arms tightened. Small sighs evolved into sexy, sexy little grunts.

I fucked my little girl harder, more urgently with firm glorious thrusts. Daniela hunched up at me, her buttocks flexing in my palm. She humped me and fucked me, drowning me with her cute grunts, her movements feeling desperate, urgent, firm and needy.

I tried to hold off. I tried to wait for her. I tried. I really tried. I couldn't.

"Daniela," I gasped. "I can't hold back. I'm gonna . . . Oh Jesus, baby!"

Rapturous bliss tore into me like a force-ten gale, semen charging up my shaft to explode into my little girl's impossibly tight, clenching pussy. I managed to inhale, withdraw half way from her velvet grip and the second wave stormed in. I thrust hard, burying my swelling erection completely in my daughter's tight vagina. A bigger explosion hit. My body arched. Semen erupted in a seemingly endless agonizing spurt, hot, thick cum bathing my crown. Roaring in my ears deafened me and the full, uncontrollable rage of my climax took over.

I was helpless, only able to ride it out. Holding my daughter's little bum with one hand and her slender shoulder with the other, I fucked her hard, thrusting deep into her young body, pausing, swelling, pressure, pressure . . . glorious release crashing in, spurting hard, cumming hard. I held my little lover and fucked hard, arching my back, thrusting deep, burying myself in her tight velvety vagina, exploding with pure, blindingly pleasurable ecstasy. I came forcefully, unaware of anything but my orgasm, thrusting, exploding, flooding my little girl's womb with cum. "Jesus," I gasped, shoving deep, agony tearing at me, exploding, fucking my little girl, hot semen rocketing into her immature pussy. I came in a toe-curling never-ending climax until I was straining with nothing left, drained, firing blanks, hunching desperately, hurting. Please God!

It crested. I gasped, heart racing as I tried to un-cramp my muscles. I'd never experienced anything like it, anything so intense. My orgasm had been both agonizing and glorious.

Sweat coated my back. Panting, I became aware of Daniela under me. My full weight was resting on her small body. Her little pussy felt soaking wet, full of cum. Small pulses and clenches were forcing semen out around my shaft. Lifting myself I looked down. Daniela's eyes were closed. Her cheeks were flushed a rosy red. I saw the flush extend down her neck and across her chest to her perky little boobs. Her nipples were soft. Sexy.

Kissing her lips gently, her nose wafting breaths against my face, I whispered, "How was it, honey?"

Daniela sighed deeply, eyes still closed. I felt her squeeze her pussy as if measuring my cock inside her. She sighed again, a Mona Lisa smile emerging. Eyes opened, soft, loving, bright. Her hand caressed my forearm as I hovered over her. "That was so good, Dad. Can we do it again?"

I smiled with relief that I hadn't hurt her in the frenzy of my orgasm. "We can do it as many times as you want," I answered.

A flit of mischief passed through her dark alluring eyes. "Like right now?"

When I laughed, Daniela giggled. Her little pussy clenched and expelled me. I rolled to the side and gathered my precious little lover, drawing her to me. She snuggled like a puppy trying to get close. The scent of sex filled the air. Perspiration cooled my chest. Fingers found the sheet and drew it over us.

Daniela sighed deeply with contentment, sort of how I felt, too. I loved feeling my naked little girl snuggled to my side. I was thrilled to have her as my little lover. I smiled imagining all we were going to do. Kissing her hair, I let the feel of utter satisfaction lull me to sleep.

Daniela felt Dad fall asleep. She heard his heart beating rhythmically in her ear pressed to the side of his chest; a steady thump-thump, thump-thump. She was tired. No, she was exhausted. Her muscles were all watery. A soft pain, slightly more than an ache, radiated up from her pussy. She was leaking, too. She smiled to herself. Sex with Dad was nothing like in her dream. Actual sex was more like making love in the middle of a raging hurricane. She had felt how Dad adored her, as if he couldn't get enough of her, couldn't get deep enough or close enough. She'd almost blacked-out when she'd cum, it had been so intense. Loving Dad was far, far better than her dream and she was going to get to love him again and again, too! She sighed, smiling, sleep arriving. This time it didn't matter if she dreamed or not. This time there was sweet silence in the house, no screaming ugly voice echoing up from downstairs.

Small fingers woke me and drew my attention. They were toying with my flaccid penis. Opening my eyes I was presented with the incredible sight of Daniela, head in the crook of my shoulder, sheet pushed down, and fingers playing and inspecting my limp cock.

She must have sensed me watching her. Her head turned slightly to look at me. A smile emerged that lit the room. "It won't get big. How come?" she asked.

Lord love-a-duck. What had I created? I grinned as a beautiful lascivious thought occurred. "Perhaps if you kiss it," I suggested.

"Okay!" she exclaimed with a big smile.