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(frankd32000@yahoo.com) *** The story of a widowed father discovering the intimate possibilities presented to him by his 14-year-old daughter. *** This story took place about three years ago, and nothing has changed. Amy is now seventeen and we're closer than ever... *** Part I, The Overture *** At the time it all changed forever, Amy had only just turned fourteen years old and was an incredibly beautiful young girl, absolutely lovely in every way. She was and is everything to me, my precious little daughter that I'd die for in a heartbeat. At fourteen she was practically still a little girl, but a strong hint of womanhood had undeniably begun to reveal itself within her, no matter how much I tried to draw a blind eye to it. She was just beginning to dress a bit provocatively, as young teenage girls so daringly start do at this age, and only the month before had begun to wear makeup on a regular basis. She was not quite five feet tall, with long, golden-blonde hair, dark brown eyes, and a lean, tan little body that you could hardly take your eyes from. Her mother, Karen, had died ten years before in an insanely tragic car accident and Amy was now all that I had left her, the only true love I'd ever known. But she was so much like her mother now, so energetic, so bright, so kind and tender, so astonishingly beautiful. As a baby and all throughout her childhood there was nothing so comforting for me than holding her on my lap and stroking her beautiful hair as her head rested softly on my shoulder. We were as close as any father and daughter could be. We loved one another totally and completely. On the day that our closeness grew exponentially, I had taken Amy shopping for new school clothes. The summer months had simply flown by and I was a bit sad knowing I wouldn't have her around during the coming school days. As a freelance writer, I spent nearly all my time at home and had grown accustomed to having her beauty and energy always nearby. She loved to read and listen to her crazy music on the large sofa in my study, and would often be but a glance away from my computer as I pounded-out yet another story or article. When we got into our house carrying all the packages, Amy was ecstatic with the thrill of her new purchases and darted up to her room to try on her new outfits. As it had been a particularly hot day, I followed her up to take a shower. Because we shared the same bathroom, each having our own bedroom door to access it, I could hear her inside her room opening the packages and gleaming private comments to herself on what she had bought. God, I smiled to myself, she is such a joy! I felt so happy for her and the simple delight she was feeling for her new clothes. Christ, I'd buy her the world if I could. I'd buy her the universe! After I showered and was drying myself off, Amy called through the door for me to come out and see one of her new outfits. I put on my briefs and robe and went in, never for an instant realizing what was about to happen. When I opened her door my heart sank to somewhere it had never been. There before me Amy stood, wearing a plaid miniskirt and a white lace, short-sleeved blouse. She had put on her mother's locket that I had just given her on her birthday the month before and it was dangling down upon her bare neckline. She had put on some makeup, mascara and blush, and her lips were fully coated with a deep, pink lipstick. With her blonde hair simply flowing down over her shoulders, she was nothing short of an angel. I had to swallow a couple of times before I could speak at all. "My God, honey, you look wonderful.... absolutely beautiful." "Do you really like so?" she asked, truly unsure of her appearance. "Honey, no girl on the planet could possibly look as good. My God..." "Thank you, Daddy," she said rushing up to me and giving me a big hug. As she pulled away from our embrace, I could almost feel something adjust in the air between us, a silent crackle that could just barely be felt. As I started to wonder what had occurred, Amy leaned back into me, locked her arms softly around my neck, and kissed me fully and completely on my lips. We had, of course, kissed before, as all fathers and daughters do, but this was a real kiss, a kiss that spoke of an intimacy we had never known. As our lips parted, as I felt her intoxicatingly fragrant lipstick peal slowly and audibly from my mouth, I just stood there looking into her eyes. I didn't know what to say, I was way beyond speechless. I was in complete shock. "Daddy," she said, breaking a silence that seemed endless. "I love you, I love you so very much. Please don't be mad, I have wanted to kiss you like that for so long... so very long..." "Mad? Honey, I..." but before I could get out another word she pulled our lips together again and kissed me even more passionately than before, firmly pulling the back of my head towards her and uttering a barely audible moan. Amy then quietly pulled away from me and, looking me straight into my eyes, began to do something that defied any possible reality. She began unbuttoning her blouse. "Honey.... What is going on here?" I said, still completely in shock. "Daddy," she softly said. "I'm almost a woman now. Haven't you noticed? I just want to... I just want to be with you. All day, haven't you seen how I've been acting? Haven't you seen what's going on inside me?" "Honey, I don't know what you're talking about, I only know this isn't right. I'm your father. We shouldn't be together like, well, like this..." "Then stop me," she said smiling in seeming confidence, although she was obviously terrified at her own actions; I could clearly see her hands trembling with each movement. And yet, almost as if defying her own deepest fears of rejection, as if calling upon all the courage she could muster inside herself, she continued to unbutton her blouse. I didn't know what to do, I didn't know anything. As Amy continued to undress herself before me, as the taste and feel of her lipstick unrelentingly lingered upon my own lips, a truth began to unfold within me, as if a ponderously slow bolt of lightning coming from within some deep, unknown recess of my very existence. I found myself entering a new world of possibilities where... Was it possible? Where I wanted Amy, wanted to hold her body... desperately wanted to have her lips pressed back upon mine. Was this really a possibility? And yet, I couldn't hold onto it. It was just too impossible, too insane, too... Wrong? But still, I could hardly deny that these thoughts were there, and that they were beckoning to every part of my body, every part of my soul. As this newly discovered, not quite unleashed desire began to take hold of me, as the ramifications of our actions began to dissolve away, Amy steadfastly continued her task. And before I could say another word, she pulled the blouse out from inside her skirt and let it drop slowly to the floor, revealing a nakedness, which unquestionably was the most sensual and breathtaking vision I had ever seen. She had only just begun to develop her breasts, which somehow only made the moment all that much more erotic. Now my little Amy was fully there before me, naked but for her locket and little miniskirt, smiling straight into me eyes, straight into my heart. I was lost, completely without bearing. I could almost hear the world screaming I should run away, should scold her, should do something, anything! But I simply couldn't take my eyes off her. Sensing the moment was hers, and with our eyes locked in some sort of mutual trance of unexplored desires, Amy silently walked towards to me, quietly untied my robe and simply, effortlessly, pulled it from my body. "Daddy, I know what people say," she whispered straight into my eyes, "I know it's not supposed to be right for fathers and daughters to love each other like this, but that seems so crazy... so crazy... doesn't it? I love you more than anyone, more than anything I just want to be with you," she said once again, accenting that loaded, biblical preposition in a tone of near desperation. My silence spoke more than any words, as our eyes remained locked together. Lacking any sign of protest on my part, Amy pulled herself to me again, wrapping her arms around my back, pressing her naked little body to mine, and began kissing me once more, deeply and so very fully, now exploring her tongue with mine; I could both hear and feel her heart pounding inside her naked chest. I was now in a nether world I'd never imagined, detached from all that I knew or had believed in. I found myself simply on fire for her. Letting go of any faint misgivings that remained which told of any sense of societal rights or wrongs, I kissed my little girl, kissed my little angel back with a passion that now, finally, matched her own. We kissed and pressed ourselves together like this for two or three minutes with my hands desperately all over her, freely caressing her nakedness. We seemed to be leaving the planet, cast into some world apart from all else. When we finally parted, she silently lower herself onto her knees and kissed my stomach just above my briefs. Again, I could feel her lipstick peel from my body. "Daddy," she said, "Please let me do this... please don't say anything. I've dreamed of this for so very long..." I knew what she meant, but it all was so surprising I just couldn't believe it was happening. I was about to say something, I haven't the slightest idea what, when I felt my beautiful little child pull down my briefs and free my near exploding cock. I could see her looking at it with amazement for a moment or two, and then, miraculously, she tenderly kissed its head. Then, quietly and so very slowly, she began to take it into her mouth. Little by little, she began to suck me in, pulling my cock deeper and deeper into her precious little mouth. The sensation of her warm lips and mouth upon the very summit of my desire almost brought me down to my knees as well. I haven't the words to describe all that I was feeling. All I could do was hold my hands upon her exquisite, so very angelic blonde hair, and allow her to take complete charge. She pulled herself ever closer and closer to me, wrapping her arms tightly around my waist until every inch I had was hers. I'm not huge, but I had a problem believing my little girl would be able to take all I had. But she did, over and over again, her lipstick sliding her lips so effortlessly along their path. After a few moments of deep exploration, Amy found her rhythm and began to give me a blowjob that surely must be reserved for the gods. As the moments passed, as an excitement I had never known began to take its grip, I knew I was moments away from losing it entirely. "Honey," I finally said, "If you keep going I'm going to have an orgasm... Do you know what that means?" Amy slowly pulled herself free from her ventures and answered with a giggle, "It means you're going to cum, Daddy!" "You know about all that," I asked stupidly, realizing she surly must. "I want you to cum, Daddy... But would you like to... you know... do it inside me?" she asked timidly. Again, of course, I knew what she meant. The tone of her voice left little to my imagination. Still, how could this be happening? I just couldn't get over it. Inside myself I began running an internal dialog that surly could have matched the most powerful computers in existence. My little girl, my own daughter was telling me that not only could I have her in the most intimate of ways, but that she was desperate that I do just that. To every argument I could come up with, I received back the same answer: Go for it, you fool! How could it be wrong? I wanted her, she wanted me, where exactly was the problem? Then, finally, as if slapped silly from an all-knowing, lascivious god, I found myself jolted into the moment and tossed all reservations to the wind. Love must surly win out, mustn't it? Of course, it had too! I reached down and pulled my little Amy up from her perch, took her into my arms, and kissed those pink, luscious lips more passionately than I have ever kissed anyone, pulling her body tightly to mine. As we parted, as I looked straight into those gorgeous brown eyes of hers, I began to ask the most intimate question any father could ever ask of his child, "Do you really want to, honey. Do you really want to... to?" "Make love?" she finished for me with a shy smile and a faint, distant whisper. "Yes, honey. Do you really want to make love?" "Yes, Daddy," she said as if speaking from paradise itself. "I want you to make love to me. I want to feel you inside me more than anything... I don't think I could stand it if you say no. It's ok, Daddy, really it is. Please make love to me. Please be my... my lover," she finished, saying this last word as if for the very first time. With those words I needed no other internal debate or dialog. I took my precious little Amy and lifted her slight, tiny little body up into my arms and laid her softly onto her bed. I was now, if just for the moment, free from doubt, free from guilt, free from any lingering, insane, self-imposed denials. I slowly unzipped the back of Amy's skirt and pulled it down off her silky, exquisitely perfect legs. Her tiny pink panties were all that remained, and they seemed to glistened back at me, demanding to be removed as well. I surrender helplessly to the moment and, with a trembling hand that seemed to belong to another, pulled the cloth slowly down and away from her, revealing a nakedness, which was completely and unimaginably ethereal. Her body was simply perfect in every way imaginable. Not near perfect, mind you, it WAS perfect. If perfection had a name, surely it must be hers! But how could this be happening, I kept asking myself. How could such a reality actually be happening??? How could such a blessed creature be there for me, my own child so desperate for me? What had I ever done to deserve this? As these question lingered inside me, never, of course, to be answered, my precious Amy silently reached her arms up and pulled me down along side her. Feeling her full, naked body against mine for the first time was simply intoxicating; so far beyond anything I could ever fully take in, I had to laugh to myself. It was just too much! Her beauty, her untold preciousness was simply light-years beyond any capacity I could ever fully realize, and I knew it. Nonetheless, we continued our newfound forbidden affair and began to quietly kiss one another, passionately caressing every inch of one another's body - her lips so moist, so desperate for mine. As Amy tousled within my arms and desires, everything else in the world lost all meaning. All societal moralities simply faded into some laughable absurdity. This was our time now, mine and Amy's. We no longer needed any rationalization or third-party approval. Our love was all we required, and it had now consumed us. After time had lost all heading, after night and day lost all meaning, after we had explored our newfound union to near delirium, Amy demurely reached down and silently began to guide me towards her. "Honey," I said, "This will probably hurt a bit. You're so young, so small... and this is your first time... It is, isn't it?" I ended, immediately realizing the absurdity of that question. "Of course, Daddy. Of course it is, silly," she giggled. "So, you're sure about this, honey? Absolutely sure?" She didn't answer directly, but only pressed her lips to mine, seemingly expending the last of her lipstick onto me, and smiled back deep into my eyes as she pulled my body relentlessly towards her. With her tender hand guiding me, I slowly began to enter her tiny vagina. Her legs lifted up as I gained entry and tightly wrapped themselves around mine. Little by little, bit-by-bit, I entered my daughter's most private of worlds. Sensations raced through me impossible for any other lover... her vaginal lips so embracing, so longing for my touch. At first it seemed an impossible task - surely there would be no way I could fully get inside her little body. But with each tender thrust, I dove deeper and deep inside her. Her tightness was daunting to all I had known; yet so enticing to all I was now learning. As her hands remained upon me begging me onward, our eyes remained locked together dismissing all but our mutual lust and longings. When I felt myself reach her hymen, I could hear her faint moans become strained. "Honey," I said, stopping my advances immediately. "I'd die before I'd ever hurt you... If you want me to stop..." "Daddy, no, no, don't stop!" she giggled in a voice that now seemed far older than her years. "It's ok, Daddy. Really. You're being so gentle; I know that, I'm ok. Just go slow. But God, Daddy, DON'T STOP! I have to feel you all the way inside me now. I HAVE to..." she finished, pulling my body ever closer towards her with those tiny legs. With my fears dismissed, I kissed her again and continued our forbidden liaison. Over and over again I gently dove in and out of my beloved little daughter, driving myself deeper and deeper into her innocence with each new thrust. I have had my share of lovers in my life, but never had anything been like this. Her vagina simply consumed my passion with every new inch explored. Then, amazingly, impossibly, I found myself completely inside my little angel. When the moment arrived, when my pelvis fully met hers, Amy wrapped her arms and legs tightly around my body and kissed me the singularly most erotic kiss I'll ever know. Our bodies were now as one and we were simply alive with one another. I began now, finally, to properly make love to my child, slowly thrusting myself in and out of her, over and over again, our momentum growing with each passing second. "Oh, Daddy," my baby cried, "I love you so much... It feels so... so good... so goooood! Oh God, Daddy... Oh my God, Daddy! I never knew it could feel this good... Oh, God Daddy... OH MY GOD!" At the moment Amy rolled herself over on top of me, I must have had my eyes closed for a few minutes, as the image that then unfolded before me will forever remain within my heart. I'll eternally remember opening my eyes and seeing that first glimpse of my miraculous little girl, my beautiful little Amy smiling down at me with her long, blonde hair dangling over her shoulders, her body straddling me completely, her perfect little body so utterly mine, with my cock so very deep inside her. Unquestionably, this was the most erotic moment I'll ever know or could ever imagine. In this new position now, Amy took control and began to raise and lower herself down onto my cock, and with each new thrust she let out a moan of pleasure that surly must be reserved solely for a daughter's joy. Nothing, NOTHING I had ever experienced could compare with what was happening. It was so much more than sex, so much more than even sex with someone so young and lovely as Amy... That she was my own daughter, my own flesh and blood, brought it all to an inconceivably erotic, incestuous world I had never before believed possible. "Honey," I found myself finally saying, as if from a distance echo of my prior existence, "It's about to happen, I'm going to... I'm almost there..." "Yes, Daddy... I want you to. I want it to happen. Oh my wonderful father! It's happening for me too. OH MY GOD, DADDY..." she cried back, thrusting herself up and down upon me. And then, from somewhere impervious to our understanding, a stillness took hold of us. A moment was about to take place that needed to be held onto for all time, and we both somehow knew it. Simultaneously, we slowed our actions down to a near stop, Amy maintaining only a faint rocking motion upon me. My climax was now as emanate as was hers and we needed do nothing more. I looked up into her eyes staring back so very deeply into mine and marveled at the astonishingly gorgeous angel who was there for me, with me so entirely and completely inside her, inside her perfect little body, there before me, completely mine... I just couldn't believe how gorgeous she was, her hair, her exquisite face, her lips, her eyes, her incredibly perfect little body. My glorious little daughter so alive and so on fire for me. It was a moment for the angels... Amy smiled down at me, completely understanding my ecstasy as no one else but a daughter ever could, and lowered her lips to mine. She kissed me deeply once again and sweetly whispered into my ear: "I love you Daddy, I love you more than anything..." Then without a sound, she raised herself up into full view and gently settled herself fully back down upon my cock as if saying, in effect, the time had come. And then, heaven simply imploded. With Amy gently rocking herself upon me, and with the moment forever locked into own private eternity, our efforts were rewarded. Neither of us removed our eyes from one another for an instant as our shared orgasms began to consume our being, our world. It was so incredibly slow in coming, like some long, unseen train finally coming to station - so inconceivably intense, so fervently powerful, so insanely protracted. Then, as a rapacity I could never deserve washed through me, my seed began to enter my precious little daughter, my precious baby. "Oh, Daddy, Oh God, Daddy," Amy cried at near the top of her lungs. "I can feel it... I can feel it! Oh God, Daddy, it's so warm! My God, Daddy, it's so hot! Daddy, Daddy! IT FEELS SO GOOD! How can it feel this good, Daddy? It can't... it can't... it CAN'T! DADDY! HOW CAN IT FEEL THIS GOOD!" Upon my body, upon my creation, I felt my precious angel begin to shake above me as she entered her orgasm, convulsing over and over again in a near panic of never before known fulfillment. I held my hands to her naked waist and pulled her down to me tighter and tighter with each pulsation, stroking her hips to mine as if they could somehow enter me as deeply as I was inside her. All the while my cum seemed to be endlessly entering a vessel of unlimited eroticism, filling a void I had never known could be mine. When I finished giving my angel everything I had, and so much more than I'd ever thought possible, Amy laid herself down to me and kissed me long and deeply in complete exhaustion. And there, sill completely inside her, hugging her tightly and so desperately close to my body, and stroking her insanely beautiful hair as I had done all her life, we both fell into a deep sleep. *** Part II, Forever After *** I'm not sure whether it was the heat of the sun beating down through the window, or just the clock radio that first awoke me. All I knew was my mind reeled amongst the lyrics I was hearing.... I look over yonder, what do I see? The sun is risin', most definitely. A new day's comin', people are changin', Ain't it beautiful? Crystal Blue Persuasion Better get ready, gonna see the light, Love, love is the answer, and that's all right. So don't you give up now, so easy to find. Just look to your soul, open your mind. Crystal Blue Persuasion In the bathroom I could hear the shower just shut off, could hear that Amy had just finished bathing herself... Bathing herself clean of me? I couldn't help but wonder. I laid there motionless in her small, twin bed as the night before slowly unfolded inside me, as if some novel I'd read in a very distant past. My eyes found themselves awash with Amy's teenage room, the room of such a wonderful child. Her pillows, her posters, her dolls... "My God, what have I done?" a voice screamed deafeningly inside me. Could it all have really happened? My mind seemed unable to take it all in. Yet, bit-by-bit, it all played over and over within me. Amy's first overtures.... Amy's kiss... Amy's tender young body within my arms.... our complete encounter. Then it all hit me at once, EVERYTHING, like some ten-ton Mac truck burrowing down at 80 miles an hour towards all I had known. I had made love to my beloved Amy, had made love to... made love to my very own daughter. In the light of day, such a reality I was woefully ill prepared for. Christ, I thought over and over again, what sort of hell must now await me? WHAT HAD I DONE? How was Amy going to feel towards me now? How could I still be her father... How could I have let this happen? How could I have? My eyes instantly fell upon the bathroom door as it clicked open. Jesus, I thought, Satan himself could have come out and I wouldn't have been surprised. At that moment, everything in my world seemed completely inside out. I was prepared for anything. I imagined Amy in tears, or with such a look of hatred upon her face that I'd never recover. But as the bathroom door opened, as all my fears welled-up inside me into a near explosion, it all quietly scurried away into oblivion... There was Amy, incredibly beautiful and... and HAPPY! It didn't seem possible. Again, reality seemed to be taking another unimaginable turn. Amy simply, amazingly, walked out of that bathroom without an apparent care in the world and silently grinned straight at me with a huge smile, a smile aimed straight into my very heart. She was wearing nothing but my white, terry-cloth robe, which only loosely, almost comically, really, covered her body, it dragging the floor behind her with each step. Like this, she quietly, slowly, and so very knowingly walked towards me with an enormous smile that seemed to be from... from. How can I describe it? I suppose there is no other way to say this: She walked towards me with that undeniable look from a brand-new lover. She had put on just enough makeup to accent her beauty, as if preparing for a Glamour magazine cover shoot, not in any way overdone, and had her wet hair bundled up upon her head. She was simply the very picture of teenage beauty in every way - so incredibly young and radiant. Her lips, now coated with a deep, coral-red lipstick, glistened in the morning light as she began to speak. "Good Morning, Daddy!" she said enthusiastically, as if nothing could be more wonderful than the moment at hand. "Good morning, honey," I said with surprising ease. "How are you doing, baby? How's everything?" "I feel wonderful, Daddy. I feel... I don't know... different, but GREAT!" she shrieked, jumping up onto the bed and on top of me, laughing hysterically, and pretending to pin me down. Although the blankets separated us, she was right back where she had been the night before, straddling me and smiling down with so much love and happiness I thought I'd die. "Honey," I said looking up into her gorgeous brown eyes, "I don't know what to say. I don't know how to explain all this, any of it. What happened last night was nothing, NOTHING I had ever imagined would happen." I paused briefly, trying desperately to find just the right words, hopelessly trying to express all that was going on inside me. I reached up and began stroking the back of her neck as I continued, "Baby doll, I feel like I've done... done something wrong to you, incredibly wrong. I feel like I've let you down, let something happen that, that you'll hate me for someday." I suppose I expected her to argue back that everything was ok, to verbally try to set my mind at ease. But instead, she only looked down at me with an expression of complete understanding, letting a few moments pass before she said or did anything - never for an instant losing her smile, nor any of the angelic glow that surrounded her entire being. Then my beautiful little daughter, my barely fourteen- year-old child, leaned herself down and slowly, tenderly, began to kiss me. As our lips met once again, both her hands softly cradled my face and cheeks. She held herself to me like this for nearly a full minute, kissing me as deeply as she was able, and turning my lips to fire and almost seared the red lipstick that solely, stoically stood between us. My heart rate must have doubled as Amy took that kiss right out into the stratosphere. With that kiss, Amy spoke more than any words ever could, as she knew, of course, it would. In that kiss she told me that all that was happening between us was something she wanted, something that was truly beautiful, something that we had to just let happen. Something that was simply too wonderful to deny. As our lips parted, Amy looked into my eyes and laughed, saying, as if from a new reality that could no longer be refused, "Daddy, would you like some breakfast? I'm hungry!" I had to smile at the normality of such a question, but couldn't find it within myself to just let it all drop away without some further discourse. "Honey..." I said, "Amy, is everything ok? REALLY OK?" "Daddy, Auntie Drew is right. You think too much!" she said laughing, referring to my older sister who was forever accusing me of this. "Yeah, well," I retorted, "Auntie Drew would probably think this would be an exception." "Want some coffee?" she asked, ignoring my comment completely. "Yeah," I answered. "I guess I would, honey. I think I could use it." Amy leaped off me, laughing at nothing in particular, and made tracks out through her bedroom door and down the stairs, leaving me within my new world. I finally got myself up and took a shower, a very long, VERY COLD shower. I dried myself off, put on a pair of shorts and tank top, and found my way slowly down our stairs. On my way down, my eyes couldn't help but stare at the pictures upon our stairway wall as I took each step. Pictures of Amy age two... age six.... ten.... twelve... They seemed to be looking at me with such an intensity now, with such a devotion I'd never before seen. Inside the kitchen, Amy had just finishing setting the table. I could smell the mixture of bacon, eggs, pancakes, and coffee she had been preparing. With no mother, and me a lousy, impatient cook, Amy had learned early on to cook and, to my good fortune, she was really quite good at it. In fact, she had cooked for both of us ever since she was about six or seven years old, far too young to be burdened with such tasks. Amazingly, as I entered the room, I realized I was starving too. "Hi, Daddy!" Amy said, smiling from ear-to-ear as I came in, still wearing only my robe. "It's almost ready. I burned the toast, but I'm making some more." "God, honey. Everything smells great!" Amy went over to the stove and flipped the pancakes, then turned and smiled those gorgeous red lips at me. Realizing my unrelenting awkwardness with all that was happening between us, she stopped her activities dead in their tracks and walked straight up to me. Without a word, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, pressing the full of her body to mine. Her tongue slowly entering my mouth as our lips caressed. "Amy," I said once we finally parted. "Really, how do you know how to kiss like that?" "Daddy," she laughed. "I've kissed boys before, give me a break!" "Really? Who?" I asked sternly, as if still just a normal dad. "Lots of boys, Daddy. They like me!" she giggled. "Oh God... My little girl," I stumbled out. "Seems I've been missing a few things lately." "Maybe," she said, smiling back at me with her arms still around my neck and her lips but inches away, her breath now becoming my own. "But you're not going to miss anything anymore, Daddy. I promise." And with that, she pressed her lips again to mine and, again, nearly brought me to my knees. I ate our breakfast as if some craven animal, consuming twice what I'd normally eat. Amy, too, seemed ferocious in her appetite, even to the point of mixing more pancake mix and ladening the stacks with far more butter and syrup than I could ever remember her doing before. Amy had begun drinking coffee at quite a young age, about ten years old, I think, and was now on her second cup. Throughout our breakfast, for some reason or other, I couldn't help but continually peek at the lipstick she left upon her mug. It seemed so erotic, somehow. My daughter's lipstick traces... When we had finished stuffing ourselves and our quiet became deafening, Amy just spoke up out of nowhere, it seemed, and said, "Daddy, let's make love again. Wouldn't that be wonderful, wouldn't it great to have the feeling again like we did last night?" I almost gagged as I swallowed the last bite of my breakfast, gagged on such unpretentious honesty. "Honey, I don't know if we should, yet, I don't know if..." "Daddy, please stop. Stop being like that. God, Daddy, don't you... Don't you GET IT? Can't you see how great this is, how perfect? You're making me feel... I don't know, dirty, I guess. Like there's something wrong with me." "Amy, honey, there's nothing wrong with you. My God... nothing!" my words trailed off as my mind entered into a deep discussion with my heart, with all I believed in. Really, it just took about half a minute or so of deep thought for me to, well "get it," but when I did, it was forever after. I had, as they say, a moment of clarity. I realized what a fool I was being. I was at the precipice of throwing away one of the deepest loves possible, a love more intimate, more powerful, more... more erotic than what most people could ever dream. I was being a complete imbecile! When I looked into my heart of hearts, truly looked inside my own deepest beliefs, I saw so clearly that there was nothing wrong going on here, absolutely nothing. Quite the contrary. All the glory of heaven was spreading itself before me, for God's sake! Finally I let go completely of that archaic belief so ingrained into us all, a belief that assures each of us that amorous love between those closely related is not possible, not at least without grave consequences. But looking at it for what it truly is - simply an ancient taboo rooted solely in the dangers of inbreeding and the subsequent limiting of our collective gene pool. I saw how crazy it was for it to continue to thrive in this day and age. In a world of 6 billion people, in a world of birth control, in a world where so many once forbidden sexual acts are now commonplace, how could such an honest love as ours be thought wrong? What insane nonsense! At that moment I decided to open myself up to all the love that Amy was offering, all the love we could ever hope to experience. "Honey?" I said, looking up to see my daughter very near tears. "Baby? It's okay now, everything is okay." I got up and walked over to her. I leaned over and put my hand under her chin, lifted her lips to mine, and slowly kissed my gorgeous little girl, my child, my new lover. Amy rose out of her chair as we kissed and silently untied her robe, letting it drop softly to the floor. With our lips locked together and her arms wrapping themselves around my neck, I took Amy's naked little body up into my arms and carried her through the kitchen door, up our long, sunlit staircase, and into our deepest desires. END Author's Note: Please note that this story contained only 100% consensual sex. I realize, or course, there are those that may not accept this possibility, considering Amy's age. However that being said, if you ever find yourself considering forcing yourself upon a minor, or coercing them in any way, shape, or form into some sexual relationship, please seek some sort of help before you start destroying lives. Such love as I've tried to honestly express between my daughter and myself is, I believe, a rarity. In your own life, if such desires truly lurk, make COMPLETELY sure there is love and kindness at the heart of all actions. The simple question to ask is: Ten years from now, would she/he think fondly on the encounter? If the answer is, in any conception, no, then keep it inside where it belongs. Thanks! Comments welcome at: frankd32000@yahoo.com ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 18