author'S NOTE : This is a body of work of fiction. Any
resemblance between the fibre and any soul
support or stagnant is entirely coincidental. By
presenting this account, the author neither condones nor
endorses sexual relationships sound or illegal. This
write up contains depiction of incest and sex between a
small fry and an adult. If such matter offend you or if
possession of this stuff by you is not legal in the
place where you are sitting right now reading this,
then you had serious stay reading and get rid of this
right now. You'd be better spending your time reading
National Geographic or learning the rules to curling.
If, however, you are a consenting grownup and a
fictional story involving incest and underage sex
sounds pretty good to you, then go ahead and sustain
reading. I think you'll like it.


I was sitting on the couch dressed in my usual late
nighttime attire, an undetermined robe and bagger shorts, watching
the Tonight appearance and waiting for my girl to fall
home. I was understandably concern. Jean was only
14, a freshman in high school, and she had been asked
to the prom by a elderly, one of the schooltime's football
players. I hadn't wanted her to go. My apology, of
line, was that I wanted to protect my baby Angel Falls,
but I think even then deep inside I knew I wanted her
for myself.

Jean was slender, but at 14 she had pretty gravid
bosom. True, they were barely C cup, but on her
small build they looked much larger. It got her a lot
of aid from the male child, attention I knew had
zilch to do with her personality. I was a boy once,
too, and even if denim didn't want to realize it I knew
that she was the star of many Edward Young male child'intimate
fantasies. Hell, she was the hotshot in many of mine.
Her female parent, though, had a very passing mental attitude about
it and thought it was a great estimation to let our daughter
go off to the prom. Which was why she was numb and
I was waiting on the couch.

She had license to be out until one, but I saw car
lights hit the driveway shortly after 11:30. I closed
my robe and opened the door to greet her, and to
anticipate any private road smooching."arsehole !"I heard
Jean hushing as she slammed the threshold to the jock's
Mustang, which promptly squealed its tires and roared
away. denim stomped up the straw man walk fuming, holding
the hem of her wearing apparel in one hand and her heels in the
other. She stopped in storm when she saw me.

"Daddy !"she exclaimed, then she was running into my
arms, sobbing. I helped her inside and got the tale
out of her.

It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost.
Trent, her date, had taken her to a flash eating place
along with two former couples. Three older boys each
with a fledgeling date. They had stayed barely half an
time of day at the dance, not even long enough to get their
motion-picture show made, then Trent was dragging her out, saying
they had a party to go to. The party turned out to be
his two buddies and their escort down by the lake. He
tried to feature his way with her, and at first ( she
admitted, after much blarney ) she had been willing.
They kissed, petted a little, and then…

"Then what, baby ?"I urged. We were sitting on the
couch together, her hands clasped in mine. Her tears
had made her mascara run, and I was fighting an
erecting. She was so beautiful, so terrific to look
at, and even her slightly disheveled tomentum and ruined
makeup looked sexy to me. Her surgical gown was in disarray,
the hem riding up her legs to exhibit her black nylon
which she had laid against my own bare legs.

"He…took his think out,"she said, not meeting my
eyes.

"His penis ?"I asked. She nodded."beloved, did he…"

"No !"she said in a fierce rustling."I'd never let
him do that. I told you, Daddy, I'm saving it for
someone special."

It wasn't what I was going to ask, but I was relieved
that she was still a virgin. Now, before that night,
I had entertained many fantasy about being her
first, never with any doubt that it would never
happen. She was my darling girl, and I had never
tried anything with her.

"I pitched a bitch,"she said, then looked startled as
she realized she had cursed in front of me.

"It's okay,"I told her, smiling."I know you use
those quarrel. You can say them."

She blushed."I…bitched at him until he agreed to
take me home,"she said. She looked into my eyes."I
was scared he would rape me, Daddy."

"What about the other girls ?"I asked.

She snorted."Melinda and cent ? Everybody knows
they're jade. They were screwing their dates before
Trent had even felt me up."She was blushing even
more, but she was watching for my reaction. I smiled,
and she seemed to slow down. I had opened the doorway, I
realize now, and everything that came after was just
inevitable.

"So, you're okay then ?"

"I guess,"she said. I saw some bust well up in her
center."Can you hold me a piece, pappa ?"

"Of course, sweetheart !"I said, enfolding her in my
arms. She snuggled in, and my erection could no
longer be stopped. I smelled the sweetness fragrance of
her hair, relished the feeling of her soft skin as I
stroked her cervix and weapon, her bare shoulders. She
was so flyspeck, only five infantry tall compared to my
nearly six feet. I felt a burning shame because of my
desire. She was my daughter, and she was as diminutive as a
child, and I wanted her like I had never wanted anyone
before in my life.

I couldn't resist letting my hands wander where they
could. I stroked her back, over her pelvic girdle, down the
sides of her legs. She was on my left, and she lifted
her left arm higher across my consistency as my hand came up
her side, as if in invitation. I wasn't bold enough
yet. My hand came tantalizingly closing curtain to her knocker,
then moved away. I felt her tremble slightly, and she
sighed into my neck.

"Know what I regret most ?"she said, whispering.

"What ?"I asked. I felt lightheaded, like I was
outside my body watching as I tried to molest my own
daughter with gently touches.

"I didn't get to slow dance,"she said."We left
rightfulness before the first one."

"That's too bad,"I said. We turned our capitulum as one
to look at my stereo on the shelf nearby. She looked
at me, I looked at her. She smiled, and my ticker
melted.

"dad ?"she asked."Would you dance with me ?"

I should cause said no. I should take in sent her on to
bed."Yes,"I heard myself saying."I'd love to."

She didn't relocation, so I had to. I rose and went to the
stereo. My wife had some gentle hear CD's, so I
chose one of those. jean and I both liked hard rock.
The speech sound of Chicago filled the air at low bulk as I
turned back to my daughter. blue jean was still sitting.
She accepted my hand and rose to her pes as twinkle as
an holy person. In her shoeless state, the top of her headspring
came only to my chest, and her big white meat pressed
into my stomach as we stepped close together. Her
low arms went around my waistline, and I rested my handwriting
on her bare berm.

We began to sway to the euphony, and I tried to
concentrate on keeping my erection down. I was
semi-hard, and she had to recognise what was pressing
against her tummy. I bent over a little and kissed
the top of her head. She looked up, smiling dreamily
into my face, and I was so very charm to lean down
and plant a kiss on her rap rim. Maybe I would cause
if she hadn't stumbled.

"Damn dress,"she muttered, holding up the hem. We
pulled apart slightly.

"I thought you like it,"I said.

"I do. It's just too long without my brake shoe on."

I was looking down at her small stock up metrical unit. The
black stockings were sheer enough that I could see her
painted toenails through the nylon. My dick began to
throb."Why don't you put your shoes back on,"I
suggested, not wanting out dance to end.

She shook her capitulum."They hurt my infantry,"she said.
She looked at me biting her lip.

"What ?"I asked.

"Daddy ?"she began, then paused."I'm wearing a
slip,"she said after a moment.

I realized quickly what she wanted."You want to consume
your dress off ?"I ventured, feeling heating plant in my face.
She nodded slowly."Okay,"I said, nearly breathless.
She took a step back and turned around. My hands
were trembling as I took the zipper and tugged it
down. At 1st, I didn't see the shift, only her
deliciously pale back. The zipper reached her waistline
and I let go.

Jean pushed the dress off her shoulder then stopped.
I didn't know what to do as she hesitated. She must
have come to her senses, I told myself. At least one
of us is. Then she slowly turned to face me. She
looked into my middle, and I saw that she was waiting
for me, giving me a prospect to back out. That was when
I realized our family relationship was going to vary
forever.

She pushed the garb off her weaponry and let it cast.
Her slip was a case of black silk across her
chest, held in place by flimsy flexible. She wiggled
her hips and let the garb fall to the floor. I
watched assailable mouthed as she daintily stepped out of
the puddle of fabric at her ankle joint. She kicked the
dress aside. I knew I was staring but I couldn't
stop.

"I must look silly,"she said, eyes downcast.

"No,"I contradicted her."You're beautiful. You're
the most beautiful fair sex I've ever seen."She beamed
happily. I had called her a woman, not a lady friend, and
maybe that was the affair that helped her cut through the
barrier. She put her subdivision around me as she stepped
forward, pressing her body to me. This meter, she had
my full erection pressed against her. She smiled up
at me then lay her head on my chest. I was shaking as
I put my limb around her again. Slowly, we began to
dance again, barely moving our feet, just enjoying the
rhythm of our bodies as we touched.

I found myself leaning over again. I kissed the top
of her head as my hands ran down her back. I stopped
just shy of her ass, unsure. Her pocket-size handwriting were
rubbing my rear, moving in small circles. With
agonizing slowness, she moved lower and gloomy until
her young hand were on my ass. She squeezed gently
and giggled nervously against my bureau. I suppressed
a moan as I let my hands slide over my girl's tiny
ass. I squeezed her soft cheek, pulling her closer.
jean gasped and tightened her handle on my ass. Then
she made a sound that had my whisker stand on end and
lit a frigidity fire in my blood. My child girl moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her face had a
dreamy look, an reflection of love. This sentence I
did not hesitate to slant down, bringing my face to
hers. She rose up on her tiptoes to meet me. Our
lips brushed each other lightly, tentatively, then
more firmly. We had stopped dancing. The buss melted
into another one, then another. We sucked at each
other's sass. I tasted her lip rouge on my own sass,
and I put my tongue against her backtalk. She opened to
me, allowed my tongue into her oral cavity and met it with
hers. We swirled together, lost in the bliss of a
passionate french buss. She was panting, and she
moaned softly into my mouth.

I don't be intimate how tenacious we kissed like that. When she
finally pulled back, my cock was throbbing against
her, and I could feel her body shaking. And, just
above the flowery smell of her aroma, I could reek
her excitement. I could just notice my own daughter's
pussy smell. She looked down. She couldn't see past
her own tit, though."You're hard,"she
whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, unable to form words. She bit her lower
lip, a habit I found delightful."You're a good
kisser,"she said, still whispering.

"So are you,"I said. She giggled, then rose up on
her toes again. I rushed to kiss her again, to sustain
her glossa back in my mouth. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to lift her. She put her
weaponry circle my neck as she wrapped her pegleg around my
waist. Our faces were story now, and we began to kiss
more passionately.

"Oh, papa,"she crooned as my kisses traveled across
her nerve to her neck.

"Is this what you want, cosset ?"I asked."We haven't
gone too far to stop."

I felt her small hands take my head and force me back
so she could look into my eyes."Do you desire to
stop ?"she asked. I shook my header. She smiled, the
most lovely smile."Neither do I,"she said. I
groaned and kissed her again. She returned it with
passion, her handwriting running through my haircloth.

I walked forward to the sofa and knack over, lowering
her to the cushions. She kept her ramification around me,
though, and as she settled it brought our crotches
together. She gasped sharply as she felt my rigour
pressing against her cover kitty. Now that I didn't
have to entertain her up, my hands could betray again. I
cupped her breasts in each manus, thrilled to discover
her nipple were stiff beneath my thumbs. I licked
her cervix as I massaged her globes, and she began to
moan as she panted.

I knew it was wrong. I didn't care. And neither did
she. I pulled up her slip so I could get my hands
beneath it. I stroked her categorical pale tummy which
quivered under my fingertips. She arched her back as
my helping hand closed over her bra covered tit. I pushed
the parapraxis up so I could see them. Glancing down, I saw
her stockings where they ended on her upper second joint. A
sick discussion section of leg lay between the nylons and her
silken bleak scanty. Then her wonderful body above.
She helped me, pulling the slip into a crowd at her
neck opening. I kissed her cleavage as I squeezed both
breasts in my hands.

blue jean took my hands in her own and lifted them away.
Her bra clasped in the social movement and she deftly unhooked
it. Then she took my hands again and returned them to
her chest. I stared into her eyes as I swept her bra
aside, then gazed down at her nude titty. They
were the lovely I'd ever seen. So firm and wax,
milky unblemished shinny surrounding light pink areolas.
Her teat were engorged and a darker pink in
color. I sucked the left one into my mouth, making
her pant again. Quickly I switched to the other as my
finger pinched the wet one I had left.

I ground my crotch against her. She squeezed me with
her legs. I suckled each of her teats several prison term
before I felt an overpowering impulse to taste something
else. I hesitated though."I want you,"I told her,
bluntly.

She nodded."I want you too,"she said.

"I mean, I want to arrive at love to you,"I told her.

She chewed on her lip."It's incest,"she said after
a brief pause.

I nodded."Yes,"I said."It is."

"Does it irritate you ?"she asked.

I was surprised."What ?"

"Incest,"she repeated."I know I'm your daughter,
and you're my Daddy, so if you think it's wrong…"

"I don't,"I said, cutting her off.

"You don't ?"

"dungaree, I want to make love to you. I know it's
incest. I don't care."

"I don't care either,"she said, thrilling me."I
want it too, Daddy. I want you to be my first."

"Oh, baby,"I said, and kissed her again. She hugged
me with her wholly dead body, pulling us together with arms
and leg. I grabbed her pelvis and driving force, grinding my
rigorousness against her. My robe had come open. I
reached down and with a lilliputian tug allowed my turncock to
jut through the fly of my boxers. When I pressed my
hips forward again, my naked cock slid across her
panties. I wanted to rip them aside, to feel the
form of my daughter's snatch on my cock, but I knew
there was something else I wanted too.

As quickly as I could, I moved down. I paused to
suckle her tits again, then continued to her bay window. I
kissed the flesh above her stockings, and continued
down her legs until I got to her toes. blue jean was
always meticulous about staying clean. Her feet were
delightful, small enough to fit into my hands and she
squealed when I sucked on her toes. I wondered idly
if my wife could try us and what she would do if she
caught us. And I wondered if I'd be able to check.

I kissed my way back up jean's legs until I got to her
crotch. I could smell out her plainly now, no misunderstanding.
There's something very unique about the olfactory perception of a
youth girl's cunt. I inhaled deeply before putting my
sass on her soften panties. I chewed lightly, feeling
her soft backtalk beneath the textile. She gasped and
arched her back. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged fundament matt on the couch shock absorber so she could
spread her legs all-inclusive for me. Her panties pulled
tighter and fell between her lips. I pushed my natural language
into the cleft.

"Oh, god,"she hissed."No one's ever done that
before. Are you going to clobber me, Daddy ?"

In response, I pulled her scanty aside. Her kitty-cat
was as beautiful as the residuum of her. Her paleness
extended right up to where her pink inner flower petal
unfolded, glistening wetly with her upheaval. The
hair on her head might give birth been auburn, but it was
dyed, and here was her true vividness where nighttime red wisps
of pubic hair formed an elongated vee pointing down at
her gem. Her rim had only the finest of small
pilus, nothing to impede me as I leaned forward and
pressed my natural language into the folds of her pussy.

blue jean tensed as I licked her. I plowed my natural language into
her profoundness then swirled around her swell up clit. The
mouthful was indefinable, musky and strip. Her
excretory product were boneheaded than water, and they tasted a
bit metallic. I sucked her clit then lapped at her
cuntlips, trying to drink up everything she was
exuding. I pressed used my fingers to spread her,
delighting in the sight of her pinkness, and pressed
my tongue to her fuckhole. I was concern about her
being a virgin in every way, but I found no ghost of a
hymen. She was tight, though, and I had to shove my
tongue into her. When I wiggled it inside her, she
clutched at the cushions and cried out.

She was trying to be quiet, keeping her moan down to
rasping gasp, but I no longer cared if my wife caught
us. I was going to pass my infant an climax if it was
the end of me."Oh, Daddy !"she hissed, hands
tangling in my fuzz. I put my hired hand under her ass,
helping her lift her pussy to my mouth. I covered her
crotch with my mouth, Daniel Chester French kissing her cunt as she
began to shake. She quivered violently, her pussy
throb, and she began to cum. Her juices flooded
my mouth, hot and tangy. Her toes curled, her back
arched until she was nearly bent double over, her hands
held my heading tightly, she shook and moaned and thrust
her articulatio coxae up as I tonguefucked her.

She collapsed onto the sofa and twitched as pleasure
continued to course through her. She pushed my read/write head
away."No more,"she said."Please."I leaned back
on my heel, smiling up at her angelic face with my
own look glistening with her girl-cum.

"Did you like it ?"I asked.

She nodded vigorously."It was better than I thought
possible,"she said. She chewed her lip again."Do
you want me to do you ?"

The vista thrilled me, but I didn't think we'd have
time."next fourth dimension,"I told her, hoping there would be
a succeeding time. I stood and removed my robe. She
watched with glazed center. When I shoved my boxers
down she sat up. The slip came over her foreland and she
threw it aside. We stared at each other. She looked
me up and down, then stared at my backbreaking cock bobbing in
front of her. I couldn't believe the sight I had.
All she had on was her step-in and her stockings. Her
breasts heaved with her ventilation. Her pegleg were
still splayed. I reminded herself that she was only
14. I had to recollect she was my daughter.

Both of those thoughts only served to make my shaft
throb. blue jean watched it twitch and arrive at out for it.
I shuddered as her pocket-size hand closed around my shaft.
She looked up at me as she began to fondle me."It's
big,"she said.

"wealthy person you seen many ?"I asked, afraid of the answer.

"Only three,"she said."Well…"

"What ?"

"I've seen some naked hombre on the ‘ net,"she admitted.
I felt disappointed. Then she added,"I don't think
any where this big."

"I'm average,"I told her, knowing it was true. She
shook her head, continuing to stroke my hammer
awkwardly. At to the lowest degree she had no experience doing that.

"I've seen longer,"she said,"but they were so thin.
I can't believe how loggerheaded you are."

Then she looked up at me again."Do you guess it will
fit inside me ?"she asked. I nearly came aright there.

"Are you sure you want to try ?"I asked.

She nodded. I held my breath as she scooted forward
on the sofa. I knew what she was going to do, and I
wanted it desperately. She leaned forward and put her
lips to the end of my cock, kissing it delicately.
She giggle and glanced up to see my chemical reaction."Have
you ever done that before ?"I asked.

"No,"she said."My admirer Teresa has though, and she
told me about it."

"You don't have to."

"I know."She leaned forward again, opening her mouth
this time. I felt freeze down as I watched and felt my
cock coast past my girl's brim into her hot mouth.
She swirled her tongue on the underside like she
would a Popsicle, and sucked lightly as she drew back.
She swallowed and opened her sass again, taking more
of my hammer this time. She made it halfway down my
shaft before pulling back, eagerly licking the
underside of my diaphysis and slurping a bit. She bobbed
back and forth, sucking and thrashing, and cupped my
balls with her minor hand.

I had to stop her or I knew I was going to fill her
mouth with cum. She looked disquieted as I pushed her
away."Am I doing it incorrectly ?"she asked. I watched a
dribble of spit dribble from the corner of her
mouth.

"You're doing to very right,"I said."I was afraid
I'd coming in your mouth."

She smiled."Would you like that ?"she asked
devilishly.

I groaned."Yes,"I admitted.

"Then next time I'm going to do it,"she said."I
promise I'll suck you off, Daddy."

"Not many missy like cum in their mouths."

Her grin was radiant."I'll do anything for you,
pa,"she said."I love you."

"I love you too, baby,"I said, and I leaned down to
kiss her again. She sucked my tongue like she had my
cock. I eased her back onto the couch. She reached
between us to stroke my tool. My osculation traveled to
her cervix, then her breast as I couldn't resist sucking
her nipple again.

"I taste myself on you,"she said in a whisper. She
squeezed my cock as it surged in her hand."dada ? A
lot of boys say it's a good turn on if two little girl get
together. Does it turn you on ?"

I rose up to look at her."Yeah,"I said after
considering what to say."Does it plough you on ?"

"pop !"she said and hit me playfully. She still had
my cock in her hand. I said nothing as she chewed her
lip, her innocuous looking heart staring into mine.
Softly, she whispered,"yes."I could only smile
intellection of the hypothesis that might open up.

I kissed her again and pushed my cock against her
crotch."I want you now,"I told her.

"O.K.,"she whispered. She released my cock and began
pushing her scanty down. I raised up to help her.
She lifted her ass and slid the garment down her legs,
letting them dangle off one ankle. She spread herself
lewdly for me, putting her feet on the cushions again.
I pushed my knee beneath her branch so that her thighs
draped across mine, leaving her feet dangling in the
air and my cock pressing to her slit. She reached
down to grasp me again and guided me to her opening.

Slowly, I began to push into her. She was very wet,
and her fervor had made her interior lip splay out
to make the perfect receptacle for me. I had to push
hard to get my head into her. She was definitely a
virgin even if her cherry tree was gone. She jumped as the
heading popped into her, slipping past the loaded ring of
her opening.

I continued to push. Jean was tense, trousering, her
chest heave. She kept looking from my look to her
crotch, watching her begetter's cock entering her. I
was leaning over her, holding onto her pelvic arch. She put
her helping hand on my weapons system, holding onto me. The tone of my
cock sliding into her was unreal, like naught I could
have imagined. I'd lost my cherry at 17 to a 19 year
old girl, so blue jean was the young girl I'd ever
fucked. I got half my cock into her vise-like puss
and pulled back. She moaned a little too loudly and
clutched my arms. My cock, I could see, was wet with
her inner juices.

I pushed back into her Thomas More firmly."Oh, god,"she
whispered."Oh, oh, oh."

I began to saw back and forth, moving almost
three-fourths of my tool in and out of her. It was
getting a little well-heeled as she relaxed and got into
it. I was gladiolus that she hadn't had her Hymen to tear.
Her offset sex was almost painless for her.

"Oh, Christ,"she grunted, her eyes one-half closed."I
can't believe it."

"Oh, blue jean,"I moaned, driving my tool a petty profoundly
into her. She lifted her legs into the air, opening
herself even more to my invasion. I put my hands
behind her knees to hold her legs up. Her dainty infantry
dangled loosely in the air, her toes curling and
uncurling as I plowed her young pussy. I shoved hard
and buried myself in her. She groaned loudly as I
pulled out and fucked into her deeply again.

"dada, Daddy,"she began to pant."It's so in force, so
good."

"Yes, child, it is,"I agreed. She was hot, her pussy
so wet it slurped around my cock. I could feel her
succus running over my bollock. The elbow room was filled
with the smell of sex, of her young pussy and our
sweat. I moved my hands up to hold on her ankles. She
cried out when I brought her ft to my mouth and
sucked her toes. She clamped a hand over her back talk
and screamed into it. Her slit clamped down on my
cock and she began to rock and flicker. She was
cumming again, orgasming around my cock.

She relaxed again and let her gird dip. She was
gasping, squirming beneath me. I was fucking her
faster now, bringing my peter out to the verge and
plunging slowly back into her depth."I can't
believe it,'she said again. She began to rub down her
own bosom."I can't believe I'm fucking my own
Daddy."

That sent me over the boundary. I shoved my cock into her
and groaned as I felt my orgasm begin. She sensed it.
"Don't wrench out, pappa. Don't tear out."

I shoved my cock into her as far as I could and
exploded. Jean's center widened as she began to cum
again too."I feel it, papa,"she gasped, her body
vibrating."I feel you shooting sperm inside me."
Her twat pulsed along the distance of my cock as we
came together. It felt like lightning running along
my veins, waves of intense pleasure that radiated from
where my rooster was spewing seminal fluid inside my daughter.

I squirted at least five good guessing into her, then my
cock continued to pulse for another moment as my high
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a tight
hug. She sucked my tongue into her backtalk and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her small body in my
arms, feeling her nakedness against me as her pussy
continued to try to milk my stopcock.

I couldn't believe what we'd just done. I had fucked
my own daughter ! But by the face of it, she had
enjoyed it. She smiled up at me as she fought to
trance her breathing space."Did you like it, Daddy ?"she
asked.

I groaned."I've never had anything better,"I told
her honestly. I knew I was ruined for the balance of my
life-time."Was it okay for you ?"

"pa !"she giggled."Of course of action it was. I love you
so much, Daddy."

"I love you too, denim,"I replied.

"I mean, I love, you,"she said, emphasizing the word.
I knew what she meant, and for a moment it frightened
me. Then I realized how silly that awe was when I
felt the same way.

"Oh, god, Jean,"I said."I love you that way too."

I felt my dick twitch inside her. I was starting to
soften, but slowly."What are we going to do ?"she
asked.

"What do you desire to do ?"

She smiled."I want to make love again,"she said.
"I want to be your girlfriend."

"Would you be okay with that ?"I asked."I mean, your
mother…"

"I know you love her too,"Jean said."It's okay.
Daddy, I think you're the perfective man. You're my
dada. I'm your daughter. I can't ever be your
wife,"she paused,"but we can pretend, right ?"

I found myself smiling stupidly."Yes, we can,"I
agreed."I would love for you to be my girlfriend."

She squealed happily and hugged me. We began to kiss
again. My hammer started to get hard again inside her.
"Oh, Daddy,"she whispered."I love you forever."

We eventually had to get up without having sex again.
It was amazing my wife hadn't caught us with as often
noise as we'd made. We gathered up out dress and I
walked her to her sleeping room. I wanted so much to follow
her in, to get into bed with my daughter, to produce
sweet love to her again, but there would be other
times.

I kissed her at her door."I love you, denim,"I told
her, letting her gaucherie out of my arms.

"I love you, too, dad,"she whispered. She went
into her way and closed her door. I went to the
privy to pick up and finally crawled into bed
beside my soundly sleeping wife. And for the rest of
the nighttime I dreamed of blue jean, my daughter, my lover.

Tomorrow was going to be a just day .