AUTHOR'S NOTE : This is a work of fiction. Any
resemblance between the case and any persons
living or dead is entirely coincidental. By
presenting this narration, the author neither condones nor
endorses sexual relationships legal or illegal. This
story contains depictions of incest and sex between a
minor and an grownup. If such matter offend you or if
monomania of this fabric by you is not legal in the
place where you are sitting right now reading this,
then you had better stop reading and get rid of this
right now. You'd be better spending your fourth dimension reading
national Geographic or learning the rules to curling.
If, however, you are a consenting adult and a
fictional story involving incest and underage sex
sounds pretty full to you, then go ahead and stay fresh
Reading. I think you'll like it.


I was sitting on the couch dressed in my common previous
night attire, an open robe and boxer shorts, watching
the Tonight show and waiting for my daughter to amount
dwelling. I was understandably worried. dungaree was only
14, a newcomer in richly school, and she had been asked
to the prom by a aged, one of the schooltime's football
players. I hadn't wanted her to go. My self-justification, of
course, was that I wanted to protect my baby holy man,
but I think even then deep inside I knew I wanted her
for myself.

Jean was slender, but at 14 she had pretty magnanimous
breasts. True, they were barely C cup, but on her
small frame they looked much large. It got her a lot
of attention from the boys, attention I knew had
nothing to do with her personality. I was a boy once,
too, and even if blue jean didn't want to realize it I knew
that she was the whizz of many young boys'sexual
fantasies. Hell, she was the genius in many of mine.
Her mother, though, had a very casual attitude about
it and thought it was a dandy idea to let our daughter
go off to the prom. Which was why she was departed and
I was waiting on the couch.

She had permission 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
forestall any driveway snuggling."cocksucker !"I heard
Jean hoot as she slammed the threshold to the suspensor's
Mustang, which promptly squealed its tires and roared
away. dungaree stomped up the front walk fuming, holding
the hem of her dress in one hand and her heels in the
other. She stopped in storm when she saw me.

"pappa !"she exclaimed, then she was running into my
arms, sobbing. I helped her interior and got the story
out of her.

It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost.
Trent, her particular date, had taken her to a tacky restaurant
along with two other couples. Three elderly boy each
with a starter date. They had stayed barely half an
minute at the dance, not even long enough to get their
picture made, then Trent was dragging her out, saying
they had a party to go to. The party turned out to be
his two pal and their appointment down by the lake. He
tried to make his way with her, and at foremost ( she
admitted, after practically coaxing ) she had been will.
They kissed, petted a little, and then…

"Then what, baby ?"I urged. We were sitting on the
sofa together, her hands clasped in mine. Her tears
had made her mascara run, and I was fighting an
erection. She was so beautiful, so tremendous to face
at, and even her slightly disheveled hair and ruined
makeup looked sexy to me. Her nightdress was in disarray,
the hem riding up her leg to expose her opprobrious nylons
which she had laid against my own bare legs.

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

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

"No !"she said in a fierce whispering."I'd never let
him do that. I told you, Daddy, I'm saving it for
individual 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 phantasy about being her
first, never with any doubt that it would never
happen. She was my dear daughter, and I had never
tried anything with her.

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

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

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

"What about the former miss ?"I asked.

She snorted."Melinda and Penny ? 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 relax. I had opened the threshold, I
realize now, and everything that came after was just
inevitable.

"So, you're okeh then ?"

"I guess,"she said. I saw some tears well up in her
eyes."Can you hold me a while, pa ?"

"Of course, sweetheart !"I said, enfolding her in my
arms. She snuggled in, and my erection could no
longer be stopped. I smelled the sweet fragrance of
her hair, relished the feel of her indulgent cutis as I
stroked her cervix and arms, her bare shoulders. She
was so lilliputian, only five pes magniloquent compared to my
nearly six feet. I felt a burning pity because of my
desire. She was my daughter, and she was as tiny as a
youngster, and I wanted her like I had never wanted anyone
before in my life.

I couldn't resist letting my manus wander where they
could. I stroked her back, over her rose hip, down the
face of her legs. She was on my left, and she lifted
her leave arm higher across my physical structure as my hand came up
her side of meat, as if in invitation. I wasn't bold enough
yet. My hand came tantalizingly close to her breast,
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 beset my own
daughter with gently touches.

"I didn't get to slow terpsichore,"she said."We left
right field before the first one."

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

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

I should consume said no. I should have sent her on to
bed."Yes,"I heard myself saying."I'd love to."

She didn't motion, so I had to. I rose and went to the
stereo. My wife had some tardily hear CD's, so I
chose one of those. blue jean and I both liked hard rock music.
The sound of Chicago filled the air at low volume as I
turned back to my girl. blue jean was still sitting.
She accepted my hand and rose to her feet as alight as
an backer. In her shoeless state, the top of her head
came only to my chest, and her expectant tit pressed
into my tummy as we stepped come together together. Her
small arms went around my waist, and I rested my hands
on her bare shoulders.

We began to sway to the music, and I tried to
concentrate on keeping my erection down. I was
semi-hard, and she had to know what was pressing
against her tummy. I bent over a footling and kissed
the top of her head. She looked up, smiling dreamily
into my grimace, and I was so very tempted to tip down
and plant a buss on her pink rim. Maybe I would have
if she hadn't stumbled.

"hoot apparel,"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 shoe on."

I was looking down at her small stockinged foot. The
black stockings were sheer enough that I could see her
painted toenails through the nylon. My pecker began to
throbbing."Why don't you put your shoes back on,"I
suggested, not wanting out dancing to end.

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

"What ?"I asked.

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

I realized quickly what she wanted."You want to accept
your dress off ?"I ventured, feeling heat in my cheek.
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 first-class honours degree, I didn't see the slip of paper, only her
deliciously pale back. The zipper reached her waist
and I let go.

Jean pushed the dress off her articulatio humeri then stopped.
I didn't know what to do as she hesitated. She must
have come to her weed, I told myself. At to the lowest degree one
of us is. Then she slowly turned to confront me. She
looked into my middle, and I saw that she was waiting
for me, giving me a hazard to punt out. That was when
I realized our relationship was going to change
forever.

She pushed the dress off her arms and let it pretermit.
Her strip was a sheath of mordant silk across her
breast, held in stead by flimsy elastic. She wiggled
her hips and let the dress capitulation to the floor. I
watched open mouthed as she daintily stepped out of
the puddle of cloth at her articulatio talocruralis. She kicked the
attire aside. I knew I was staring but I couldn't
stop.

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

"No,"I contradicted her."You're beautiful. You're
the most beautiful charwoman I've ever seen."She beamed
happily. I had called her a woman, not a girl, and
maybe that was the affair that helped her cut through the
barrier. She put her arms around me as she stepped
forward, pressing her body to me. This clip, she had
my full erection pressed against her. She smiled up
at me then lay her nous on my thorax. I was shaking as
I put my arms 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 top dog as my paw ran down her dorsum. I stopped
just shy of her ass, unsure. Her small work force were
rubbing my back, moving in small roofy. With
agonizing maladroitness, she moved lower and bring down until
her young hands were on my ass. She squeezed gently
and giggled nervously against my pectus. I suppressed
a groan as I let my manus slide over my daughter's bantam
ass. I squeezed her easygoing cheeks, pulling her finisher.
Jean gasped and tightened her detainment on my ass. Then
she made a sound that had my hairs stand on end and
lit a frigidity fire in my blood. My infant fille moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her nerve had a
languid look, an facial expression of cacoethes. This sentence I
did not waffle to list down, bringing my side 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
early's lips. I tasted her lipstick on my own lips,
and I put my tongue against her back talk. She opened to
me, allowed my lingua into her mouth and met it with
hers. We swirled together, lost in the walking on air of a
passionate french kiss. She was panting, and she
moaned softly into my mouth.

I don't know how long we kissed like that. When she
finally pulled back, my pecker was throbbing against
her, and I could feel her body shaking. And, just
above the flowery scent of her perfume, I could smell
her excitement. I could just find my own girl's
kitty scent. She looked down. She couldn't see retiring
her own breasts, though."You're hard,"she
whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, ineffective to form Scripture. 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 osculate her again, to birth
her tongue back in my mouthpiece. I pulled her ass,
pulling her to me, and began to rescind her. She put her
arms round my neck as she wrapped her stage around my
waist. Our faces were level now, and we began to kiss
more passionately.

"Oh, daddy,"she crooned as my kisses traveled across
her cheek to her neck.

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

I felt her small handwriting take my brain and force me back
so she could look into my eyes."Do you require to
barricade ?"she asked. I shook my head. She smiled, the
most lovely grin."Neither do I,"she said. I
groaned and kissed her again. She returned it with
warmth, her hands running through my hair.

I walked forward to the sofa and bent over, lowering
her to the cushions. She kept her legs around me,
though, and as she settled it brought our crotches
together. She gasped sharply as she felt my hardness
pressing against her blot out pussy. Now that I didn't
have to hold her up, my manus could cheat again. I
cupped her knocker in each hired man, thrilled to discover
her nipples were stiff beneath my thumbs. I licked
her neck opening as I massaged her earth, and she began to
moan as she panted.

I knew it was wrongfulness. I didn't care. And neither did
she. I pulled up her slipperiness so I could get my hands
beneath it. I stroked her flat pale stomach which
quivered under my fingertips. She arched her back as
my paw closed over her bra covered breast. I pushed
the chemise up so I could see them. Glancing down, I saw
her stockings where they ended on her pep pill second joint. A
picket section of leg lay between the nylons and her
silky black panties. Then her marvellous eubstance above.
She helped me, pulling the slip into a bunch at her
neck opening. I kissed her cleavage as I squeezed both
breasts in my hands.

dungaree took my helping hand in her own and lifted them away.
Her bra clasped in the front and she deftly unhooked
it. Then she took my hands again and returned them to
her breast. I stared into her eyes as I swept her bra
aside, then gazed down at her naked tit. They
were the lovely I'd ever seen. So firm and full,
milky unblemished scrape surrounding swooning garden pink areolas.
Her nipples were engorged and a darker pink in
color. I sucked the left one into my backtalk, making
her gasp again. Quickly I switched to the other as my
fingerbreadth pinched the wet one I had left.

I ground my crotch against her. She squeezed me with
her branch. I suckled each of her mammilla respective times
before I felt an overpowering urge 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 pretend 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 trouble you ?"she asked.

I was surprised."What ?"

"Incest,"she repeated."I know I'm your girl,
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 eff to you. I know it's
incest. I don't care."

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

"Oh, baby,"I said, and kissed her again. She hugged
me with her unscathed body, pulling us together with weaponry
and ramification. I grabbed her hips and poke, grinding my
severity against her. My robe had come open. I
reached down and with a little tug allowed my prick to
jut through the fly of my shorts. When I pressed my
hips forward again, my raw cock slid across her
step-in. I wanted to rip them aside, to find the
flesh of my girl's cunt on my pecker, but I knew
there was something else I wanted too.

As quickly as I could, I moved down. I paused to
suckle her breast again, then continued to her tummy. I
kissed the human body above her stockings, and continued
down her legs until I got to her toes. Jean was
always meticulous about staying clean. Her understructure were
delightful, lowly enough to fit into my manus and she
squealed when I sucked on her toes. I wondered idly
if my wife could take heed us and what she would do if she
caught us. And I wondered if I'd be able to stop.

I kissed my way back up Jean's legs until I got to her
crotch. I could smell out her plainly now, no mistaking.
There's something very unique about the scent of a
untested fille's snatch. I inhaled deeply before putting my
rima oris on her weaken scanty. I chewed lightly, feeling
her diffuse sass beneath the stuff. She gasped and
arched her rear. She pulled her legs up, putting her
stockinged substructure flat on the sofa cushions so she could
spread her legs wide-eyed for me. Her panties pulled
tighter and fell between her sass. I pushed my tongue
into the cleft.

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

In response, I pulled her panty aside. Her snatch
was as beautiful as the rest of her. Her pallor
extended right up to where her pink inner flower petal
unfolded, glistening wetly with her excitement. The
hair on her head might have been auburn, but it was
dyed, and here was her true coloring where night red wisps
of pubic hair formed an stretch vee pointing down at
her treasure. Her lips had only the okay of belittled
hairs, cypher to impede me as I leaned forward and
pressed my clapper into the congregation of her pussy.

Jean tensed as I licked her. I plowed my tongue into
her profundity then swirled around her swollen button. The
tasting was indescribable, musky and sporting. Her
excretions were thicker than water, and they tasted a
bit metal. I sucked her clitoris then lapped at her
cuntlips, trying to drink up everything she was
exuding. I pressed used my finger's breadth to spread her,
delighting in the sight of her pinkness, and pressed
my tongue to her fuckhole. I was worried about her
being a virgin in every way, but I found no trace of a
hymen. She was tight, though, and I had to stuff my
glossa into her. When I wiggled it inside her, she
clutched at the cushions and cried out.

She was trying to be smooth, keeping her groan down to
rasping drawers, but I no longer cared if my wife caught
us. I was going to give my babe an sexual climax if it was
the end of me."Oh, papa !"she hissed, hands
tangling in my hair. I put my bridge player under her ass,
helping her face lift her slit to my mouthpiece. I covered her
fork with my mouth, Gallic kissing her cunt as she
began to shake up. She quivered violently, her pussy
throbbing, and she began to cum. Her juices flooded
my mouth, hot and tangy. Her toes curled, her back
arched until she was nearly bent on look-alike, her hands
held my foreland tightly, she shook and moaned and thrust
her pelvic arch up as I tonguefucked her.

She collapsed onto the sofa and twitched as joy
continued to track through her. She pushed my pass
away."No more,"she said."Please."I leaned back
on my heels, smiling up at her sainted nerve with my
own cheek 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 time,"I told her, hoping there would be
a side by side time. I stood and removed my robe. She
watched with glassy eyes. When I shoved my boxers
down she sat up. The slip came over her head and she
threw it aside. We stared at each early. She looked
me up and down, then stared at my hard cock bobbing in
front line of her. I couldn't believe the mountain I had.
All she had on was her panties and her stockings. Her
breasts heaved with her respiration. Her ramification were
still splayed. I reminded herself that she was only
14. I had to remember she was my daughter.

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

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

"Only three,"she said."Well…"

"What ?"

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

"I'm norm,"I told her, knowing it was lawful. She
shook her pass, continuing to stroke my tool
awkwardly. At least she had no experience doing that.

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

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

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

She nodded. I held my breath as she scooted forward
on the lounge. 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 shaft, kissing it delicately.
She giggle and glanced up to see my reaction."Have
you ever done that before ?"I asked.

"No,"she said."My acquaintance 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 stop dead as I watched and felt my
cock slide past my daughter's rim into her hot mouth.
She swirled her tongue on the underside like she
would a lollipop, and sucked lightly as she drew back.
She swallowed and opened her mouth again, taking more
of my cock this time. She made it halfway down my
shaft before pulling back, eagerly licking the
underside of my putz and slurping a bit. She bobbed
back and Forth River, sucking and licking, and cupped my
balls with her small hand.

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

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

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

I groaned."Yes,"I admitted.

"Then next prison term I'm going to do it,"she said."I
hope I'll suction you off, Daddy."

"Not many girls like cum in their mouths."

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

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

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

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

"dada !"she said and hit me playfully. She still had
my peter in her hired hand. I said nothing as she chewed her
lip, her innocent looking eyes staring into mine.
Softly, she whispered,"yes."I could only smile
thinking of the hypothesis that might open up up.

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

"OK,"she whispered. She released my putz 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 base on the shock again.
I pushed my knees beneath her legs so that her thigh
draped across mine, leaving her ft dangling in the
air and my cock pressing to her bitch. She reached
down to grasp me again and guided me to her opening.

Slowly, I began to agitate into her. She was very wet,
and her excitement had made her inner rim splay out
to pretend 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 red was gone. She jumped as the
head popped into her, slipping past the cockeyed halo of
her opening.

I continued to agitate. Jean was tense up, panting, her
dresser heaving. She kept looking from my face to her
crotch, watching her father's turncock entering her. I
was leaning over her, holding onto her coxa. She put
her bridge player on my coat of arms, holding onto me. The feel of my
cock sliding into her was insubstantial, like null I could
have imagined. I'd lost my cherry at 17 to a 19 year
old girl, so denim was the youngest little girl I'd ever
fucked. I got half my cock into her vise-like cunt
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 more firmly."Oh, god,"she
whispered."Oh, oh, oh."

I began to saw back and Forth River, moving almost
three-fourths of my cock in and out of her. It was
getting a little well-situated as she relaxed and got into
it. I was glad that she hadn't had her hymen to tear.
Her first sex was almost painless for her.

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

"Oh, Jean,"I moaned, driving my stopcock a little deeper
into her. She lifted her legs into the air, opening
herself even more to my invasion. I put my work force
behind her knees to sustain her ramification up. Her prissy feet
dangled loosely in the air, her toes curling and
uncurling as I plowed her young pussycat. I shoved hard
and buried myself in her. She groaned loudly as I
pulled out and fucked into her deeply again.

"Daddy, pop,"she began to puff."It's so sound, so
good."

"Yes, infant, it is,"I agreed. She was hot, her kitty-cat
so wet it slurped around my dick. I could feel her
juices running over my egg. The room was filled
with the scent of sex, of her Young pussy and our
sweat. I moved my bridge player up to hold on her ankle. She
cried out when I brought her foot to my lip and
sucked her toes. She clamped a hired hand over her mouth
and screamed into it. Her pussy clamped down on my
cock and she began to escape from and quiver. She was
cumming again, orgasming around my cock.

She relaxed again and let her blazon fall. She was
gasping, squirming beneath me. I was fucking her
faster now, bringing my tool out to the verge and
plunging slowly back into her profundity."I can't
believe it,'she said again. She began to knead her
own titty."I can't believe I'm fucking my own
Daddy."

That sent me over the border. I shoved my cock into her
and groaned as I felt my climax Begin. She sensed it.
"Don't pull out, dada. Don't pull out."

I shoved my peter into her as far as I could and
exploded. Jean's eyes widened as she began to cum
again too."I feel it, Daddy,"she gasped, her dead body
vibrating."I feel you shooting sperm inside me."
Her pussy pulsed along the length of my hammer as we
came together. It felt like lightning running along
my veins, Wave of acute pleasance that radiated from
where my cock was spewing seeded player inside my daughter.

I squirted at least five skillful shots into her, then my
cock continued to pulse for another instant as my high-pitched
subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a tight
hug. She sucked my lingua into her backtalk and slapped
her own against it. I cradled her minor torso in my
sleeve, feeling her nakedness against me as her pussy
continued to try to milk my cock.

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

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

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

"I love you too, blue jean,"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 fear was when I
felt the same way.

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

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

"What do you want to do ?"

She smiled."I want to arrive at dear 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,"denim said."It's okay.
pop, I think you're the perfect man. You're my
Daddy. I'm your girl. I can't ever be your
married woman,"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 peter started to get hard again inside her.
"Oh, pappa,"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 much
noise as we'd made. We gathered up out clothes and I
walked her to her sleeping accommodation. I wanted so much to fall out
her in, to get into bed with my daughter, to form
sweet love to her again, but there would be other
times.

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

"I love you, too, Daddy,"she whispered. She went
into her room and closed her doorway. I went to the
bathroom to cleanse up and finally crawled into bed
beside my soundly sleeping wife. And for the rest of
the Nox I dreamed of Jean, my daughter, my lover.

Tomorrow was going to be a good day .