A FAMILY AT LAST Part 1 Author: Philo P Dee Date: New Post 4/14/05 Story Codes: Mg, ped, preteen, mast, inc, cons Copyright: by Philo P Dee; all rights reserved except as detailed in /~PhiloPDee/info.htm Disclaimer: Material unsuitable for children; sexual content; erotic fiction; please read full disclaimer at webpage above - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - PHILO'S NOTE: I originally started writing this series only as a purely personal exercise. I found the first few parts on the net written as (AFAIK!) a relatively anonymous posting. I guess it may even be something of a classic, since it's been around awhile. I've seen it in several incest archives, usually titled something like 'My Daughter Amy' or 'My Little Daughter', but never with an author credit. Oh sure, superficially at least it was (yet!) another simple stereotype plot: mom dies, dad's left alone with his very sexually precocious daughter, struggles to fight his strong urges, but then one night... Still, I really liked the original's characters, the very sexual but almost sweet sense of father-daughter 'bonding', as well as the way the story started slow, then steadily escalated, but still (IMHO) managed to be very sexy almost from the very outset. At first I began rewriting it mostly to fix the format and make it more readable. But the story sort of took on a life of its own, with new characters developing, and I found myself trying to maintain that same sense of escalating sexuality with almost every part. There is a bit of a 'lull' that takes up a lot of Parts 7 and 8, as we fill in some background on the characters and set the stage for the last two parts, but I hope you enjoy reading the story as much as I enjoyed rewriting and fairly radically expanding it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - When I look back at my first marriage, I think of my wife and me as having been in love, I guess. But I know that I still somehow felt something was missing, even after our wonderful little girl was born. I always loved our daughter Amy, even from the very first moment she was born, and I felt a need to be closer to her, a kind of sense of waiting impatiently for her to get older, and wanting her in some way I couldn't quite seem to understand - partially in ways I struggled against, even as I indulged my passions with her small body while she was still only an infant. I finally managed to cope with my physical hunger for Amy as she grew older and more aware, and I worried about what her mom (my wife) might think if she ever found out exactly what I was feeling for my own little girl. Home life for the three of us was good. Still, I honestly don't think it's oversimplifying too much to say that I just somehow never really thought of us as a 'family'. I don't know how that might have changed as we all grew older, because my wife died young, an early victim of breast cancer. I was 31, a medical research doctor, when I suddenly found myself living alone with my pretty, bright daughter who was only eight years old. We both took the death pretty hard, but we knew we had to adapt and somehow keep it all together. Amy was really great. At first I almost let her take over the house, but then I realized that wasn't fair. We soon began to share the chores, even though she had to teach me how to do laundry like her mom had taught her. We shared cooking and making meals together, or went out when we felt like it. We shopped, cleaned, and even worked in the yard together too. We loved playing word and other brain games. Although Amy was only eight she was smart and more than verbally adept enough to beat me much of the time. We built a new life together gradually over the next few months. I helped her with her homework when she needed it, which wasn't very often. Amy was (still is) a straight 'A' student, and she excels in almost everything. I don't know what I would have done without her! She always had a smile for me when I picked her up at school. We cuddled a lot and have always had a very nice kiss goodnight and for lots of other small occasions; maybe that part was a little too much like husband-wife rather than father-daughter, I realized sometimes, but we both liked the warmth, the closeness and even that odd sense of excitement - with strong hints of both sexiness and some kind of clandestine naughtiness - that came with our privately shared secret intimacies. One thing that happened, which we had really not expected, but which honestly helped us get through this trying period, was that we found we actually had a much stronger sense of family after the death. My wife was a lawyer, and there had always been some kind of a feeling that her career was the main focus of her life, rather than our small family. With just me and Amy, it was now clear that our being close - a true family even with only two of us - was very much the main focus or centerpiece of both of our lives. I insisted that Amy stay in most of her extracurricular activities. She was always a little whiz in swimming and really good at gymnastics too. She looked so cute in her leotards - such a long lanky (almost skinny) little girl, with her mom's dark hair, dark brown Garbo eyes, full pink lips, and giggle dimples. At the age of eight, Amy was still a little girl, though: straight up and down, except for her cute butt curves. Thin legs made her look even taller than she was, even though she was already tall for her age. Amy was my very own wonderful little girl, and I'm hopelessly prejudiced, of course, but she truly was a beautiful, exceptional, intelligent child. I felt very blessed that she was mine, and I was secretly happy that the older she got the more she would resemble her mom, my very bright and lovely wife. I had fucked a few other women, including one very young teenaged girl that had excited me like no other grown woman in my life, while I was married. After my wife died, I had managed to stay celibate for about ten weeks, before a neighbor went to Europe for three weeks on business. His wife had me in bed with her at the end of his first week away. She said she had always kinda had the hots for me, and being horny after her husband left was the last straw. I didn't put up much of a struggle, I guess. I had sex with three other women soon after that, one of them also married... but more about that later. When Amy had just turned nine, she came into the living room where I was watching the late news. I looked at her frightened little face. "What's wrong sweetie?" I asked. "Daddy... there's... there's something... wro- ... wrong with me!" she said, tears forming in her eyes. I sat her in my lap. "Hey, what's got you so upset?" "There's... there's a... a... lump," she whimpered. "Where?" "Right... right here," she answered, pointing to her chest. She lifted her t-shirt to expose her small breasts. "See?" Well, well... she's right; there's a small swelling under her left nipple. I reached up to be certain, feeling a small marble sized mass, somewhat firm. I hadn't seen my daughter's breasts - mostly just flat chest - fully naked for quite a while. I was amazed at how her nipples had changed; they were colored dark pink, and they were perfectly round, much larger now, more than an inch across. As I stared at her beautiful young tits, I realized that her nipples were actually out of proportion to her slender build. Her breasts were two small, flattened puffy aureoles topped by stiffened, wrinkly nipples, barely raising above her otherwise flat chest, but there was very clearly a small lump under one. I couldn't help but hope to myself, she's taking after her mother, who had some of the world's greatest nipples! "Ow! It's sore too!" she moaned, crying. I hugged her to me and patted her on the shoulder. "Amy, honey, there's nothing to worry about. You're just growing up. That 'lump' you feel is your breast starting to grow. That's all." "But... but... it's only on one side and it's so sore!" She looked very unsure about my diagnosis as she whimpered again. "I know, sweetie. That's the way most girl's breasts start out. One side often starts first, but don't worry; the other side will catch up. Remember when you were younger and your legs would hurt because you were growing up? Well, that's why it feels sore now. Your breast is growing and it's normal for it to feel a little sore at first." I felt her start to relax against me. "You were worried about cancer, huh? Like your mom had?" "Yeah." "Don't be, sweetie. That's definitely not cancer, just your breast developing normally." "Ohhhhhhhhh... Daddy, I'm so glad," she moaned in relief. "Here, feel it yourself." I guided her fingertips up and she gently felt her new breast. "It's hard," she said softly. I reassured her, "For now. But that's partly because we're rubbing it and making it stiffen. As you grow a little more into a woman, it will start to feel very natural, just part of your body." She ran her fingers over her other nipple. "You sure there'll be one here too?" I laughed a little. "Yes, I'm sure!" Then I softly held and slowly carressed each of her small breasts, trying my very best to seem like a concerned doctor rather than the more than slightly aroused voyeur I really was at that point. Amy's nipples looked and felt so wonderful, and I might not have this kind of an opportunity to see and touch them again for a long time. I had indulged my interest - or maybe it was my perversion - in Amy's lovely young female body from the time she was not much more than a baby until she was almost six. I would very often volunteer to bathe her. And I would always touch and fondle her most intimate parts, reveling in the look and feel of them. Amy, like her mom, has very pink tissue that I loved to see and touch - darker than normal, as though filled with blood just beneath the skin. I had finally managed to control my abnormal interest as Amy went to school and began to show her awareness that I was doing more than just cleaning or parentally inspecting her most private parts. At times, especially since my wife had died, I still ached to see my young daughter completely naked, to touch and probe her intimate female sexual areas. It was a real problem for me to be a dutiful, responsible father to her, and I knew that I was making the most of this fairly innocent chance to indulge my deeply secret fantasy. I had known for most of my life that I was highly attracted to very young girls, and that I got easily aroused when I came into even the most harmless social contact with one who had that incredibly sexy combination of young beauty, maturity, playful flirtation and some kind of eager physical awareness of her sexuality. Finally relieved, Amy kissed me and hugged me tight again, before she lowered her shirt. I wiped away her tears and kissed her again, hugging her close to me and stroking her hair and back. Finally I playfully touched each of her nipples under her shirt with my thumb and forefinger again before she smiled and ran off to bed. As you might expect, that night I couldn't get Amy's dark pink, firm nipples off my mind. I thought of her mother's firm full breasts and gorgeous nipples and hoped Amy would emulate her. That remembrance, and the sight and feel of my developing daughter, had made my cock as hard as a pole. I finally gave in and jerked off, something I still often find necessary, even though as a young widowed doctor it would be very unlikely that I will ever be unable to find a willing sex partner. As I beat my meat that night, however, I realized that one very real problem I did have with my sex life was that it honestly wasn't a WOMAN that I was truly craving. I wanted a... God it was hard for me to admit this even to myself... but what I really wanted was... yes, a GIRL. I still remembered my illicit and highly illegal affair with a 13-year-old research subject very vividly, and I loved to recall those moments of ecstasy as I stroked my stiff cock to a throbbing, cum-spurting orgasm. I still fantasized pretty often about very young pre-teen girls as well, and I loved every opportunity that I had to see the developing sexuality of lolita-ish sexy young girls. I stoked my bone-hard cock, feeling its large head hot and swollen, aching now for sexual release. But even as I pumped my penis, I knew that this was somehow a very different feeling that I was dealing with now; I seriously ached to have a young girl now - for complete orgasmic sexual fulfillment. I wanted to suck a fifth grader's little pussy. I wanted to feel the tight, wet cunt of a twelve-year-old lolita squeezing the full length of my thrusting, cum-spewing cock. I wanted to feel a small pre-teen mouth sucking and licking my stiff manshaft. There was some relief when I shot off from my frenzied pumping, but I was still not truly satisfied, and I didn't quite know how to find the real release that I yearned for so strongly. Less than two weeks after the incident with her breast development, Amy said she wanted to talk to me about something. "Daddy, how come you don't date very much?" "Well, I just really haven't met anyone special, Amy. You know that it will be very hard - maybe impossible - for us to find someone who might replace your mom." "Yeah. But don't you feel lonely?" "Well... sometimes. But, honey, you're here with me and you make life great!" I was certainly not going to tell her about the near nympho nurse I was sorta involved with, and no damned way would I try to explain the two married women I had fucked, and occasionally still did when I had a good opportunity. "Ohh Daddy!" Amy blushed, and I struggled back from my own private thoughts to her protests. "But don't you miss having another adult to talk to and do other things with?" "I talk to lots of adults at work everyday. That's no problem. And you and I talk a lot, you know. About just about anything." "Yeah. But what about... other things?" "Other things?" "You know..." she mumbled shyly. "Uh, no, honey, I'm afraid that I really don't." Then she raised her chin and looked into my eyes, "Oh daddy! Uh... you know... like S-E-X." "Like WHAT?" "SEX!" she blurted out, blushing. "What about sex?" I asked, surprised at her apparent interest in my sex life. "Just exactly why does this seem so important to you?" I teased. "Oh, Daddy! They teach us all about this kind of thing in school! Don't you miss it... uhh, sex at all? Mom's been gone for months. I know that you and her had sex a lot - all the time - but now you don't date very much, and you haven't even had a real girlfriend for months now." How do you talk to your nine-year-old daughter about sex?!? "Well, sometimes. I did a lot at first, but now it's just not something that I can allow to be a very important part of my life," I lied. "Why?" "Well... I just accept, and... uh, get used to not having it all the time now. It's OK, honey, really." "Oh," she seemed a little unsatisfied, even disappointed. And I was almost starting to sweat as Amy dwelt on the subject. There was really no way to talk openly with her about all this. I had only had a two-week-long affair, or incident was maybe a better term, with our neighbor, but the other married woman I had bedded was still my most favorite sex partner since losing my wife, even though we were only able to arrange an occasional (more like rare, as I thought about it) very careful indulgence. And just to further complicate things, the woman was also the mother of one of Amy's friends. God, what tangled webs... "Why are you asking me about that, sweetheart?" I asked, hoping to make her feel a little better about our talk. Amy blushed pink and looked very sheepish, with that self-conscious innocence of a child trying to take her next uncertain step into growing up. My heart was almost pounding with love and affection for my sweet, beautiful daughter. Finally she found the nerve to say what she had obviously thought and planned about opening this subject: "I... well I thought... well... that maybe I could do something for you now, you know, to make you feel good that way." "Wha... what?" I stammered, completely off guard. I had been almost lost in my own emotions and wanting to scoop up my very lovely concerned little girl, cuddle her and eat her up. WHAT could I say NOW?!? "Uh-h-h, sweetie, that's... that's a nice... a VERY NICE gesture, but I don't think... uh-h-h..." "Daddy, why not?" Amy's look was changing to that of a young crusader. "Uh... well... oh, God, sweetie, because I'm your father, I guess, honey. And fathers and daughters just can't do things like that together." My mouth was only capable of repeating impersonal old axioms, as my mind ached to find a way to explain to her how much I wanted to have her as a woman, a soul mate, to indulge fully the sexual hunger I have felt for her since she was only a small infant, and that it was only my need to protect her, to give her the very best chance to grow into a well-balanced happy adult that now prevented me from selfishly indulging my longings for the physical intimacies I dreamed about and ached for with her beautiful young body. "But why not? I love you and you love me, just like you loved mom. And they tell us in school how important sex is to a couple. Daddy, I know that sex is important to you, and I could help you... that way..." Her little girl shyness had returned as she squirmed and tried to think of the right words "Daddy, you don't have a regular girlfriend, and I think you need..." "Honey, this is so wonderful of you to think of. But... baby, I just don't know how to say all of this... it would be wrong for me to use you that way just because I needed sexual release, not fair to you, honey... plus you know that it's against the law. I could lose my license and go to jail, and you could wind up in a foster home." Amy seemed ready to argue me down again now, but I continued: "Baby, the love I feel for you is different than what I felt for your mom. I love you as my daughter, not my girlfriend." Well, I rationalized, it's partly true, and I had to protect my little girl, above all. Amy held her head up and looked straight into my eyes, "But I don't feel the difference. Love is love and I love you so much, Daddy!" Oh, God, she was making this a helluva lot harder than I was prepared to deal with; if only I didn't feel such strong cravings for her. Memories of holding and stroking her breasts returned, along with feelings I had tried hard to repress about wanting to take her growing nipples and even her pretty little six-year-old pussy into my mouth. "I know it's hard to understand, Amy. But it is different. I just can't let myself have sexual feelings for you." I blatantly lied, with the very best of intentions and the strongest possible resolve... I hoped. "'Cause I'm a kid, right, and not like a real woman? 'Cause to you, I'm just a little girl?" she asked softly, in pouting disappointment. "Well, that's part of it. But you're also my daughter. That's how I have to see you first, my darling, and that's how I am supposed to love you." We were both quiet for a while. Then I heard Amy's small, unhappy voice: "It's OK, Daddy. You're not mad at me; are you?" "OF COURSE NOT! Baby, you're the sweetest, best thing in my life. And what I think you just offered may really be the most wonderful thing anyone has ever said to me, honey. I am honored that you would even think about giving yourself to me... that way... because you think I need it, baby." I tried to be a little bit lighter. "Please don't make a habit of this kind of thing as you go through your teens, though. Sex is very important, very nice, wonderful, the best... but it really is only right, something you really should do, when you love someone and it's for both of your needs." "I know. They teach us that too. I'm sorry, Daddy. I guess I worried or embarrassed you." "Yeah, a little. It's OK though. At least I know I couldn't ask for a more considerate and thoughtful daughter," I stammered as I held her. At that she smiled her beautiful smile, moist lips parting, dimples blossoming. Struggling with my barely repressed sexual urges for her, I hugged Amy tight and kissed her very properly father to daughter [Did she open her lips just a little too much? Linger a little longer than she should?] Hoping I had gotten my point across, I carried her to bed [Should I be doing this now?], tucked her in and finally kissed her goodnight, slowly and with barely repressed passion for feeling her open lips moving against mine again. [It is so damned nice to feel her soft mouth caressing and exploring mine that I just can't think about this crap right now. Oh, God, I do love this beautiful wonderful little girl!] Even after this interlude, my relationship with Amy was just like old times and there was no awkwardness or change, except that we may have been kissing more often, and [I very well knew] a lot less like daddy-daughter. I just did not let myself think about it mostly, and enjoyed my special girl. Three days later I was taking a long, hot shower. I had had a hard day at the office, so I was luxuriating in the hot water, just standing there in our large double shower. I had the hot water spraying all over my head, my eyes closed, and I was lost to the world. I wasn't aware of and didn't think about anything until I felt something soft and smooth stroking my back. I looked back over my shoulder. It was Amy, naked, in the shower with me, scrubbing my back! "AMY! What are you doing here?" "Washing your back! Momma and you showered together a lot, and so I thought that now we could too. I mean, I can certainly do a much better job of washing your back than you can alone!" I said, "Oh, honey, no..." and paused, trying to think, to explain why I couldn't be with her all naked. But Amy said, "Honestly, Dad! Didn't we settle all that last week?" I had to admit it sure felt good, the hot soapy wash cloth massaging my back. "Well, OK this once," I told her, "but then we're done and I don't want you in here again. I am not made of stone, you know," I declared, hoping she could not see the part of me that was making my point - or denying it, maybe. Amy was [still is] a great back scrubber. Her deep hard strokes released the day's tension. I had to admit I liked it, and it would be just this once; she was still only nine, a flat little girl. It was OK. Then I felt the wash cloth move down to my buttocks. Nice there, too. But as her hand with the cloth around it moved under my butt, she brushed against my sack. My ass and leg muscles tensed at even that brief touch. "OK, that's enough," I told her. "No, Daddy, please, you wash my back now!" she said as she turned around, handing me the cloth over her shoulder. "All right, Amy, this time. But THEN we're done." For some reason that I probably just did not want to face right then, I hung up the cloth and just lathered up my hands. As I washed Amy's back my eyes wandered over her body. Such a slender, pretty young girl, long legged, firm muscled, with a straight smooth soft back. My eyes lingered on her lovely little ass. God! SO cute! Her athletic, gently curving small butt protruded gracefully outward from her back and down to her thighs, little hollows in each cheek surrounded by her well developed muscles. Without really thinking my hand stroked down, over her cheeks, then under and between her legs. Amy leaned forward slightly, bending at her waist, and spread her legs to make room for my hand. Barely catching myself, I stopped and took away my hand. Then Amy turned around, rinsing her face under the shower. She lowered her head to rinse her neck. "DADDY!" she exclaimed, looking back up at me. "Your penis is HARD!" I had to admit: my cock was sticking straight up, just inches from my daughter's face. Embarrassed, I tried to cover it quickly and push it down with my hands. "Uh, yeah..." I stuttered. "That means you're excited, right? That you are ready for... uh, wanting to... uh, I mean..." "Uh, no... not necessarily," I lied, too quickly to think about it. "It's... uh... probably just the hot water, honey. Come on; let's dry off and go to bed." I knew from her expression that she didn't believe me, and that my denials had not intimidated or even deflected her interest. Right at that moment, Amy was much too smart and socially adept for me to handle. "Gee, Daddy, you sure are hairy down there!" she teased, "When do you think I will get hair down there?" Before I could react Amy moved close against me, her soapy hands slipping under mine, and her small fingers running through my bush. God, that was a strange and incredibly nice sensation. I just didn't quite know what to say or do. As I stood dumbfounded, she moved her hands, suddenly touching my stiff rod, squeezing and stroking it gently. "AMY!" I exclaimed, "Don't do that..." Before I could finish the sentence her right hand was stroking me, slowly, back and forth, from the base of my shaft over my slick wet cock head and back, slippery with soap. As her soft hand floated over my sensitive prick I groaned, "Amy... don't... you shouldn't... this isn't... OH HONEY STOP... unhhhh... oh God!... no... no..." Then Amy moved against me, and I could feel her soft, girly, sexy body touching mine as she changed position in the shower. She pressed close to lean against my right side, her left hand gliding softly over my butt, her deft small fingers feeling and sliding up and down between the cheeks of my ass. She wrapped her arm around my hip as she moved much closer, pressing one small hard breast into the stomach muscles below my ribs, and finally sort of lifting her left leg to wrap sensuously around my right one. I could feel her warm, wet thighs gripping mine and the pressure of her hairless little pussy lips sliding up and down just above my knee. Instinctively, I tensed my leg and pushed it harder between hers. "Does it feel good, Daddy?" she asked, as her small hand slid softly and smoothly back and forth over the full length of my hot, swollen throbbing shaft. I had to grab the wall and the shower glass as my knees wobbled. "Yes... but... we shouldn't... you can't..." "Am I doing it right, Daddy?" "OH GOD YES!" I mumbled as my little girl slowly stroked my shaft, peeking up at my face and back down to watch what she was doing. "Amy, you shouldn't... unhhhhhh! ... She lifted her face slightly and kissed my chest, moving her lips to find my nipple, where she kissed and sort of suckled it. I was burning from the feel of her pink lips, her teeth and her tickling tongue. "Don't... we... OH God! ... Amy..." I felt my climax building in my balls, the sensation filling my cock, running through my body as her hand glided up and down my hard pulsing prick. "Amy... don't... unhhhh... please.... oh, baby... OH GOD! ... YESSSS! ... that feels SOOOOO GOOD!" Amy's pussy, nipple and mouth were all making me insane with desire. I couldn't help but think of how it would feel if her mouth were to slide down over the head of my poor straining, overexcited cock. "Oh... don't, honey... oh, don't stop! ... Mmmmmmm... Oh SWEETIE! ... YES! ... UNHHH... Oh God, BABY! I... I'm... going to... CUM!" I yelled as my body took over completely, my cock pulsing and throbbing. My eyes were closed as my head jerked back in exquisite agony. The shower head was still spraying our naked bodies, as my daughter enthusiastically pumped my large stiff cock. Her little pussy was pressed tight against my wet thigh, and her hard small titty was squashed against my belly. I couldn't feel or think of anything but my little girl's beautiful, sexy body - how badly I wanted to hold her, to take her, to fuck her wonderful little pink cunt. "OH GOD!" I yelled as my cock swelled and stiffened even more. "OH AMY! OH BABY! OH HONEY! OH GOD... OH GOD... OH GOD!!!" I screamed out load, and my first load of cum spurted hard out onto the shower wall. My aching cock began its series of strong slow throbbing contractions, and I almost fell down from the intensity of my climax. With every spasm my hips jerked, my body tensed, and my hot white sticky cum shot out - again and again and again. Amy's hand kept stroking and squeezing the whole time I was shooting off. I grunted loudly with each convulsion of intense pleasure. At last, totally spent, I leaned into the wall, panting hard. - - - - - - - - - - END PART 1 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -