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 Title: A Father Daughter Tale


Summary: A father learns of his daughter's love.


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot



   A Father Daughter Tale

   I'm Bill.  Before I get started into my story, I'd like to give a little
background to help the reader understand the events I'm recording here.

   I was a young father at eighteen, and my wife, a beautiful woman, was
twenty.  We had four children and a wonderful family life.  With beautiful
children, a job I loved and a family that was loving and fun, I felt as
though my life was perfect.

   I lost my wife, of twenty six years, six years ago to cancer and I
struggled.  All my kids had moved on by then and I didn't know what I was
to do.  The two months following her death I went through life in a fog. 
My job didn't excite me and I had nothing to looked forward to at home.  I
was always close with my kids and being able to talk with them was the only
thing that kept me sane.  It was during this time that Sheri moved back
home.

   Sheri was my first born, truly the "apple of my eye." A real daddy's
girl.  She would accompany me whenever she could, running errands, at work
on occasion, and always when I ran my RC boat at the local municipal lake,
when we lived in the big city.  It was then that I first noticed her in a
physical way, at eight years of age.  Running around in her bathing suit at
the lake, you could tell she was going to be a stunner.  Her body, though
undeveloped, was straight and perfectly proportioned.  She had the
prettiest blond hair, big smile and bright blue eyes.  She was a cause of
much pride in my life.

   Later on, as she developed, she was a distraction and a source of impure
thoughts, as I saw her body transform into that of a barbie doll.  I mean
tall, slim and well endowed.  At eighteen she stood straight out there,
with out the assistance of a bra.  The only reason she wore one was to keep
her from shaking all about and to hide her rather prominent nipples,
nipples I would often see protruding out under her night shirts.  Her skin
was flawless and clear and she never went through that awkward blemish
stage.

   Through all this I never touched her in an impure manner.  I did give
her, along with my other kids, a good night kiss and hug.  I remember
feeling her body develop over time in those hugs.  And she was never shy,
as she would throw her arms around my neck and press her body fully into
me. She never felt like she was too old for that nightly ritual.  Oh my, I
struggled internally with my thoughts of her.  At times I felt pretty damn
sick with the things that ran through my head.

   We had moved to a small rural community when she hit high school and
during the summer months she would work with me.  I'm a cabinet installer.
Her siblings never found interest in my work and found other things to do.
But not her!  She actually worked and wasn't afraid to get dirty.  She
became very skilled and developed into my "right hand man".  After her high
school graduation she began working for me full time.

   This was probably the happiest time of my life.  I felt like I had it
all, because I did.  As her siblings grew up and began to move away,
married or school, I knew Sheri needed to move on as well.  She never found
anyone in our little town to be with and all her friends were starting
families and getting on with life.  It seemed as though she was happily
stuck in life and in no hurry to do more.  And I was selfishly letting her.
I loved her company.  She was a joy to talk with and there was no subject
we were afraid to touch.  I never had that connection with anyone,
including her mother, who I adored.  And of course she was also easy on the
eyes.

   Finally one year, at the age of twenty four, she decided it was time for
her to do some schooling and try something different.  It came as an
awkward and sudden decision, one that had me concerned I had done something
wrong.  Or maybe she came to realize the way I really felt about her, as
more than a daughter.  It was difficult on both of us to say goodbye.  We
had become so close.  She enrolled in a school about two hours away and
moved in with her younger sister, so I wasn't worried about her, but I sure
missed her during that time.  She was gone nearly two years and I'd see her
every couple of weekends, which helped.  It was during this period that her
mother passed away.  A couple months later she returned home.

   We once again we're working together, and I had my right hand back.  She
picked right back up where she left off with her work skills.  She was now
twenty six years old, and other than that, nothing seemed to change.  All
the years of hard work had trained her to take care of herself.  She
maintained a healthy diet and found time to exercise regularly.  She also
benefited from the family genes.  My father was trim all his life as was I,
and so was Sheri.  I think we simply had naturally higher metabolisms.

   I think I had better mention, the fact she looked just the same, other
than her breasts swinging a little lower, had me fighting my perverse
thoughts of her once again.  It was all too easy to fantasize about her as
I would lay in bed at night.  I could imagine her every curve as I
masturbated, desiring what I would never have.  And as always, afterward,
I'd feel like a sick prick.

   Anyway, she was back and work was going well, always busy.  Once again
we were able to talk and enjoy each others company.  The years just seemed
to roll by and before I knew it, it had been six years since losing my
wife. And this brings us current and to my story.

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   Being in a small rural area we often traveled long distances to job
sites, and during these trips we often had our best conversations.  It's
funny too, that we also sometimes never said anything.  We were just
comfortable being together.  It was on one particularly long trip things
started to change.

   I had taken a job some three hours away and knew it would take us about
a day and a half to complete.  So we loaded the truck with our tools,
material and over night bags as we planned on staying at a nearby motel
that night.  Off we went.  It was going to be a boring trip as we were
traveling on the I-40 interstate for two of those hours.  We didn't talk
much the first half hour and just watched the scenery whiz by.  We had just
gotten onto the interstate when Sheri decided to break the silence.

   "Dad?" I looked over at her, she looked deep in thought.

   "Yea honey?"

   "Do you think I'll ever find someone?" She continued to stare out the
side window.

   "You mean like a husband?"

   "Yea, that, or just someone to be with."

   "Just what exactly are you asking me?" I did feel confused.  There was a
sub text I could feel, just beneath the surface.  We knew each other that
well.

   She sighed.  "I'm not sure myself.  I guess I'm just wondering if I
missed the boat.  You know, starting a family or doing things like everyone
else."

   "Are you feeling concerned or unhappy?"

   "No, it's not that, I just feel like I'm missing out on some of life's
experiences."

   "OK, and what exactly are you missing out on?  You need to be specific
if you can."

   She looked at me briefly and shot me a weak smile.  "I've never been
intimate with a man." I saw her cheeks blush as she turned to look out the
side window again.

   This wasn't shocking news to me.  If she had a boyfriend I'd have been
the first to know.  It wasn't from a disinterest on her part, she just
never found anyone she got excited about.  I acted a little shocked for her
sake.

   "Never?!  What about when you were at school?"

   She shrugged, still looking out the window.

   "Are you feeling.....  ", I was looking for the right word, "desperate?
Like it may never happen for you?"

   She turned and looked out the windshield.  She nodded weakly.  "Not
desperate, but yea, worried, it'll never happen for me."

   "How long have you been feeling this way?" It was dawning on me that she
had a real fear and it started to concern me.

   "For a while now.  I've been thinking about it more just lately though.
I'm not unhappy," she flashed me a grin, "it's more like an itch I can't
reach.  Does that make sense?"

   "Sure.  Why do you think you'll never be with someone, you know, like
that?"

   "Because every date I've ever been on ends the same.  I'm disinterested
after getting to know them or they just creep me out.  When I was at school
I could have been with a number of guys.  Hot guys.  Young guys.  But each
time I found myself turned off by their need to get into my pants.  Like
they were desperate and needy.  They had no interest in ME, just this." She
waved her hands up and down her sides.

   "And that bothers you."

   "Yes, very much.  I feel like my options are getting fewer and the guys
are slipping lower and lower beneath my standards".  She shrugged again. 
"It has me concerned."

   "I don't know what to say about that.  All I do know is that you have a
family that loves you dearly.  You are every niece and nephews favorite
aunt.  It's almost as though you have more loving children than any of us.
As to your 'standards', they are an indication of your depth and integrity.
Your are the most beautiful woman I know and the fact that you could have
your pick of suitors and still hold up your standards and refuse to lower
them or settle, screams volumes.  I honestly don't see a problem."

   She was smiling broadly and blushing.  "I don't know about all that..."

   "Really?" I looked at her, challenging her.

   "OK.  I'm wonderful." She laughed.

   "Damn right." I wasn't joking around.  "Can I ask you an intimate
question?"

   "Go ahead.  What?"

   "Do you take care of yourself when you're feeling.......  you
know.......in need?" I had a tight grin and raised my eyebrows.

   She blushed again, looking down into her lap, not making eye contact. 
"Yessss dad.  I have."

   "You find it fleeting afterward, right?"

   Her embarrassment vanished.  "Yes, it is.  I even feel a little hollow
after.  But it helps on occasion."

   "I get it." I guess I had some look on my face because Sheri quickly
responded, "You as well?"

   That took me off guard.  I took a deep breath to gather my thoughts. 
"Yea, me too.  And it's the same circle.  A quick fix followed by nothing.
So you need a fix again with no change in the long term affect."

   "Yea, a circle." She was nodding.  She also was smiling.  I think she
realized someone understood and she wasn't alone.  We talked a little more
about similar things and I could see her concern waning.  We concluded our
discussion shortly after that and moved the topic to work and the job we
were headed to.

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   We had a very good day of work, getting more done than I had expected.
Sheri seemed energized all day and I just fed off her energy.  I knew we
still had about three hours of tying up loose ends, but tomorrow was going
to be an easy day.  So we decided to get our room and go out for a nice
meal, since we found ourselves in a larger town with more options.

   We drove to the local Sheridan and went in to book a room.  I went to
the clerk's desk while Sheri went to the table with all the local
attraction info.  I soon learned that they didn't have any rooms left with
double queens.  Nor were there any adjoining rooms, just single queens, and
only a few of those.  Apparently there was a classic car show in town and
pickings were slim.  That explained the number of old muscle cars I drooled
over when driving through the parking lot.

   I motioned Sheri over and informed her of the problem.  She had no
problem with sharing a bed and after all, 'it wasn't the first time.' That
was true as we had shared a bed a couple of times before over the years. 
It was just something I tried to avoid.  So it was settled and I booked it.

   We settled into our room and made preparations to go out and eat.  We
had decided on a nice steak house so decided to clean up some.  We both
washed up and I changed into clean denims and a nice button down shirt. 
Sheri was is the bathroom changing into the dress she brought along in
anticipation for this.  We didn't go out much at home.  She entered the
room and my mouth dropped open!  She was wearing a pale yellow sun dress
that was her mother's!  It was gorgeous on her!

   But more than that, she was a vision.  As a woman thirty two years of
age, she looked like a twenty year old.  She always had such perfect skin,
like porcelain, and her pores seemed non-existent.  She still didn't
require any makeup to get the look that women craved.  All she needed to do
was keep her eyebrows plucked and perhaps a little lipstick on her sculpted
lips, when in the mood, and she was ready to go.

   Her face had the brightest and most expressive dark blue eyes.  Her nose
had character and fit her face perfectly, a nice size.  A big mouth with a
wide smile, full of white teeth.  Her blond hair, long and straight, hadn't
seen scissors in a long time, and was kept tucked behind her ears, when it
wasn't styled.  Her ears, which she disliked the most about herself, stuck
out a little.  I thought they were cute.

   Sheri was medium in height and slim at 5'6", 115 lbs.  Her shoulders
were straight and wide, yet feminine.  Large breasts, either a large C or
small D, stood high on her chest with very little sagging, even at her age.
They appeared pointier and more separated than others of her size.  Her
waist was slim, not thin, with enough meat through her middle to give the
appearance of health and strength.  Her hips flared gradually with out any
sharp angles.  Her ass cheeks were small, smaller than most, and round,
like two tear drops, side by side.  Long legs, also slim, not thin, were
straight and smooth.  With her feet together, her legs never quite touched,
all the way up to the narrow gap between her thighs.  Thin smooth ankles
ended on small petite feet, size five.  In all, she had a healthy, strong
appearance, sculpted in a smooth flowing, slim form.  I had to blink to
break the spell I found myself in.

   "I hope it's okay for me to wear this?" she asked, hesitation written
across her face.  I think she was unsure how I'd react.  "I found this in
the back of your closet.  I know it was mom's, but it looked so pretty I
had to try it.  Do you mind?"

   "No, not at all.  I'd almost forgotten about it.  It was her favorite."

   Sheri stepped closer and turned, "Zip me up?" she asked.  I looked at
her exposed back, creamy white skin without a blemish.  She was obviously
bra-less.

   "Sure." My hands almost trembled as I reached for the zipper, down near
her pantie line.  Pulling the zipper away from her as I pulled it up I
caught a glimpse of her pink panties.  I felt myself blush.

   "I never saw mom in this.  Why?" I had reached the top, between her
shoulder blades.

   "She only wore it a few times when I was courting her.  And when she got
pregnant with you she couldn't fit into it anymore.  In fact she was never
able to fit into it again.  But she loved it and never had the heart to
give it away."

   She turned back around and I flinched, dazed by how she looked.  She
'owned' that dress.  The top was straight cut all around.  It went just
below her shoulder blades and low over her ample chest.  A slim strap
attached on either side of her breasts and went around her neck, halter
fashion.  The entire upper portion was made of the elastic material used on
tube tops in the seventies.  The skirt attached at the waist line and
flowed to just above her knees.  On her feet were cream colored canvas
heels, three inch, with solid soles, open toes and an ankle strap.  The
only jewelry was a gold heart locket on a thin chain.  Simple and cute.

   Sheri asked me to check her head for any sawdust as she sat at the desk
to brush her hair.  We were planning on showering when we got back.  As I
stood behind her she tilted her head back, eyes closed, so I could look her
over.  And boy, did I!  Her ample cleavage was in full view as I carefully
examined her hair.  I finished, gave her the all clear, and out the door we
went.

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   I had booked our table as soon as we decided where we were eating,
afraid of a long wait due to the car show.  The parking lot was full, which
I had suspected would be the case.  As we walked to the door Sheri took
hold of my arm which is something she has done before over the last couple
of years, depending on the circumstances.  It always made me feel special,
and I hoped she felt the same.  We stepped up to the host's table and
waited for someone to show up to seat us.  Sheri had turned around, hand
still on my arm, to look at the art display they had just inside the door.

   "Will it be just you and your wife sir?", asked the host as he
approached.  I was just going to tell him our name when Sheri turned back
around upon hearing him.  The look on his face as he saw her was priceless!
He looked like he had really stepped in it and appeared uncomfortable.  We
just smiled and I gave him our name.  With out making any further eye
contact he showed us to our seats and wished us a pleasant evening.

   "I kind of feel bad for that guy," I said.  "Did you see his face?" I
was smiling, near laughter.

   "I did.  I'm not sure why he reacted like that though.  I mean it was an
honest mistake, not something to get anxious about."

   "Really?  I mean you're obviously much younger than me and appear even
more so.  I must of looked like some old perv." I was still finding it
funny.

   "I think you're mistaken about that dad.", she added flatly, looking
around and looking annoyed.  "I'll be right back, I need the bathroom." She
got up and left.  I watched her walk away, her skirt flinging side to side
with her natural sway.  I admired her long slender legs and small round
ass. Her hair, long and straight, hung down to the middle of her back
between broad straight shoulders.  All I could think was wow, she is sexy.
And what was with her anyway?  I didn't understand her sudden annoyance.

   As I watched her return, I noticed all the eyes on her as she passed,
men and women alike.  She was stunning in that simple yellow dress.  I
noticed how her breast gently jiggled with her stride.  I took the time to
appreciate how truly lucky I was to have someone like her in my life all
this time.  To live in the same house, to work with and enjoy the many
moments we got to share.  I suddenly felt extremely fortunate.

   "Why you looking at me like that?", she said as she sat, still seeming
irritated.

   "I'm sorry, I didn't know I had a face going.  Just thinking how nice
you look tonight.  Why you mad at me?", I asked under hushed tones.

   "I'm not mad.  It's nothing, really." I wasn't buying it.

   "Come on.  Somethings got you bugged.  Did I do something?" Just then
the waiter showed up.  We ordered our meals and a couple glasses of wine.
He left and I turned my attention back to Sheri.

   "Soooo.....?

   "Really dad, it's okay.  I'm just being silly."

   "Alright, I accept that.  But silly or not I'd like to know what you're
thinking.  Please?" She gave me a look of exasperation and took a deep
breath.  Her breasts pushed up, out of her top, threatening to spill out.

   "It's just that I don't like the way you look at yourself.  It pisses me
off."

   "I don't understand."

   "Just now, we came in and got a reaction from that guy up front.  You
found it funny.  You assumed he was uncomfortable because he saw an ogre
with a young lady.  Or an old fool with a gold digger wife.  Or any other
inappropriate scenario, and I don't much care for that.  Maybe he was just
surprised a little and knew he showed it which made him feel awkward with
us.  If we had walked up to him and he'd seen us approach together, then
what?  Still freaked out by the 'obvious difference' in our age?  Well
maybe he would have seen what I do, a nice looking man with a younger wife.
Or a father with his daughter." She folded her arms and leaned back.  I
could tell she felt like she had said to much.

   "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean anything by it.  I was just amused by his
reaction.  I don't feel the least bit awkward being out with you.  And I
actually don't care what people may think."

   "See, there you go again, 'what people may think.' I'm saying they
aren't thinking anything.  You are not an old man.  You're handsome, you're
in great shape and have a naturally youthful look about you." She was
looking mad again.

   "I don't mean to do that.  I don't feel my age, I think I'm just aware
of it.  I'm sorry."

   "Don't be sorry.  Just stop thinking like that."

   "I'll try," I took a long pause.  "Just be easy on me.  I struggle a
little sometimes." She still looked sternly at me, but I saw the twinkle
and smile lines in her eyes.  I reached across the table and taking one of
her hands, lifted it up, leaned over and kissed it.  "I love you so much, "
I said, and not in a hushed tone.  Now she was smiling.

   "Thank you.  I love you too."

   We got our wine soon thereafter and our conversation turned to family,
politics and TV shows.  We had a wonderful evening.  The food was delicious
and the wine nice.  Afterward we took a drive around the town to see how
many old classic cars there were out there.

   We found the old scenic section of town which was alive with activity
and took a walk up one side and down the other.  Her hand was on my arm
nearly the whole time.  When we stopped to look at something through a
window or at a nice classic car she would hug onto my arm, holding it tight
to her.  Usually against her breast.  It seemed she was trying to drive
home the point she had made earlier at the restaurant, that she found me
handsome and she was proud to be with me.  Point made.  We got back to our
room just before ten.

   After getting back to our room we took turns hitting the shower and
getting ready for bed.  I wanted to be asleep by eleven.  We could sleep in
a little if we wanted due to getting so much done today, but I wasn't much
for doing that.

   We talked about the things we saw in old town as we got ready.  The mood
was light and calm, which was our usual.  We just liked being around each
other.  I noticed Sheri was wearing an outfit that was not her usual late
night attire.  She had on a white cotton tank top, thick enough not to be
see through, thin enough to display her nipples poking from behind.  Her
bottoms were short silky boxers, black.  I have seen these items before,
but usually briefly as she went from bedroom to bathroom or in and out of
the kitchen just before bed.

   Finally we came together for our goodnight hug and kiss.  She put her
arms around my neck and pressed into me as she tended to.  I put an arm
around her waist and wrapped the other around her back, my hand coming in
contact briefly with the side of her breast as they were flattened and
sticking out both sides.

   "I loved it tonight dad.  I had so much fun.  Thank you."

   "So did I.  I love you, hon.  Sleep well."

   "Love you back."

   Our lips came together in a brief soft kiss which signaled the end of
our embrace, but she did not release.  Instead she buried her face into the
side of my neck and sighed.  I could feel her firm mound pressed into my
upper thigh, which I had felt before, but something felt oddly different. I
was chubbing up from the extended embrace and I'm sure she had to feel it
pressing into her.

   We parted and went to our own sides of the bed.  Climbing in I was glad
I had put on the briefs beneath my boxers or I would of shown Sheri just
how excited she had made me.  She might have noticed it anyway if she was
looking.  Laying flat on my back I pulled the sheets up to my neck.  Sheri
lay on her side, back toward me as I reached for the lamp switch.

   "Good night Sheri."

   "Good night dad."

   The lights went out.  I lay there a while replaying the evening in my
head.  Her objection to my attitude with the host, her hanging onto me all
evening.  Her choice of night wear, her extended embrace.  I didn't know if
it added up to something or not, but I lay there, thinking of her in an
intimate manner.

   As I felt sleep overtaking me Sheri rolled over, her body up close,
gently against mine.  Her one hand slid under my arm grasping my hand,
fingers interlocking, her other arm wrapped inside mine, her hand grabbing
the back of my arm, up near the shoulder, hugging it into her chest.  Her
chin rested on top of my shoulder.

   "Is this okay?", she whispered.  I nodded, 'yea', as my heart and cock
were throbbing.  I lay there quietly, eyes closed, feeling every bit of
contact between us.

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   I could feel myself waking.  It felt like I was walking out of a dream.
I knew I was becoming conscience as I lay there quietly, allowing my senses
to focus.  What had awaken me?  This wasn't how I usually woke each
morning. Something was amiss and I waited quietly, listening, trying to
figure it out.

   I could hear Sheri breathing, no other sound.  I kept my own breathing
even and steady, not wanting to clue in any intruder that I was awake.

   I was about to open my eyes and sit up when I suddenly realized my hand
was lying on Sheri's leg.  I could feel her silky shorts under my hand.  My
forearm was on top of her left arm and laying across her side and hip. 
That was all I could feel as I lay motionless, gathering anything my senses
could detect.  Then I felt her hand on mine, her fingers wrapping around
the side of my hand, between my thumb and index.  I was puzzled.

   Then she moved.  Ever so slightly I felt her pull my hand, a fraction of
an inch across her leg.  Again, another fraction she dragged my hand.  Long
pauses between.  Another pull.  I knew exactly where she was taking my hand
and I began a dialogue in my head.

   "This was wrong, I can't touch her in this way.  But this is something
she wants.  It doesn't matter, your the dad, your the grown up, you know
it's wrong.  Yea, but I've always wanted to touch her there after all, I
mean, it's okay if it's her decision, right?  Maybe, but what kind of sick
freak are you if you let her?  Won't you both regret it afterward?  No, I
won't.  And she's old enough, she's not a little girl anymore.  But she's
my little girl!"

   In the end my deep dark desire won over.  I was going to let her
continue.  I kept my breathing steady and shallow, I was still asleep after
all.

   After about five minutes she had positioned my hand directly onto her
warm mound.  I didn't move, I just let it lay there, trying to picture it
through touch.  I then felt her carefully slide her body up so my fingers
hung down a little across her pussy.  My heart was pounding, my penis rock
hard.  Still I lay motionless.

   I understood what she was doing.  This was something she wanted but
didn't know how to accomplish it.  This was safe, this was a way to blame
any inappropriate contact on perhaps a dream or at least an unconscious act
if it was rejected.  She could pretend to be asleep as well, then who could
know who did what.  There was a way out if needed.  She was hoping that my
hand would realize where it was and go on auto pilot.  Very bold and
desperate.  Very clever.

   After a couple of minutes I felt her hand on top of mine.  Slowly she
pressed my fingers into her soft flesh.  I felt her body quiver.  Pressing
firmer she drove my fingers deeper into her warm firm lips.  She was
getting excited and was on the verge of giving herself away so I reacted.
My hand made a sporadic movement.  I let it seem like my hand was coming
alive slowly.  I squeezed lightly, awkwardly, at the same time I made an
unintelligent sound, like I was dreaming.

   She lifted her hand off mine and I felt her relax, hoping.  I moved
again, my hand slowly figuring it out.  I began squeezing a little harder
and pushing my finger deeper between her lips.  She was moist and very
warm. I could feel her shoulders, pressing into the bed as she would arch
her back slightly with excitement.  I began to dip deeper and using my
other fingers to feel her wondrous pussy, all the while making dream like
sounds.  I now knew why she wore these shorts and what felt different
earlier.  She had no panties on and the silk was easy to move and slide
into her crevice.

   I increased my actions slowly as she showed signs of losing control, due
to her excitement.  She had spread her legs wider for me and access became
easier.  I had begun running my middle finger up and down the length of her
crevice, the material all the way to the bottom and wet.  I knew that my
actions could no longer be excused as involuntary or in-deliberate.

   I opened my eyes, the room dimly lit from the outside lights.  I turned
my head and looked into the eyes of my daughter.  They were bright and
alive with lust, desperation written across her face, waiting for me to
stop and shame her.  I rolled toward her slightly and kissed her forehead,
then pulling my hand back, slid it under her shorts.  As I made contact
with her pussy she spread her legs wide, opening it up like a flower.

   Now that the ruse was over I continued to explore her pussy more
aggressively.  I hooked my middle finger and slid it into her.  She
shuddered and blew out a sharp breath.  "Aaaaaaaa....".  I began fingering
her the best I could.  The position I was in limited as to how much of my
finger I could give her.

   Sitting up I reached for her shorts with both hands and, lifting her
butt, pulled them off.  Turning around I moved between her legs as she
opened them fully for me.  Looking down at my daughter's most private place
I was overwhelmed with how smooth and full it was.

   I had always thought that she felt the way she did when pressed against
me because of an abundance of pubic hair.  Instead I saw smooth thin hair,
laying flat along her full thick lips.  Her most inner lips lay open, small
and thin, glistening with moisture.  Exposed was the small hole of her
vagina.  At the top, her lips converged, unable to conceal her large clit.
I began to salivate in anticipation of tasting my daughter's fresh pink
pussy.

   I lay down between her legs, my face close to her wet maw.  Her light
odor, pleasant and arousing.  Laying my hands on her legs I ran them up and
down the outside of her thighs.  So smooth!  I watched as goose pimples
covered them.  Putting my mouth on her inner thigh I began to kiss and
lightly suck her tender flesh.  I licked long strokes up her legs, starting
close to her pussy.  She shuddered, letting out a quiet moan, like she was
enjoying some dessert.  I paid equal attention to both thighs, getting them
wet with my tongue and lips.  Her excitement was obvious from her body
quaking and the sound of her breathing.

   Slowly I worked lower and lower till I was brushing the sides of her
smooth full lips.  With the tip of my tongue I stroked her along the
transition between thigh and pussy.  Grabbing the backs of her knees she
spread herself a little further, wanting me to explore her deepest secret.
Looking up at her I saw her with raised head, looking over the top of her
breasts, wanting to see what I was doing to her.  Her eyes smiled as I took
my tongue and still looking at her, dragged it slowly down the center of
her crevice.  Her eyes rolled and she dropped her head back to the bed,
back arching, her body shivering.

   Looking down at her pussy I saw just how fine and smooth her hair was. I
also realized it was short.  I first thought she must be trimming it, but
the closer I looked the more like peach fuzz it seemed.  Also there was no
sign of hair except on her mound.  The usual tuft just above the clit was
absent, and nothing, not even stubble, at the thigh transition, where I had
just been.  For all intent and purposes she had the pubic hair of an
adolescent.  I filed that away in my head for further inquiry.

   Opening my mouth I sucked in one of her large lips, and holding it in, I
ran my tongue all over it.  This brought slight tremors from her and an
exclamation of "Oooooooo!" Releasing it I went to the other and did the
same, again she shuddered, just a little stronger and blew out forcefully
through tight lips.  I licked along the outer and inner sides of both lips
for a while, sometimes pushing my tongue hard along the area between her
major and minor labia.  I began paying more attention to this region with
my tongue as Sheri arched her back and had small spasms through her body.
She was near ecstasy!

   Moving still further toward the center I sucked and licked her thin
inner lips.  They were small and tight and not easy to pull into my mouth
with suction.  But I tried just the same.  Sheri had now let go of her legs
but had her heels dug into the bed keeping her legs forced wide.  Placing
my hands on her inner thighs, just either side of my head I helped her stay
spread wide.  I took my tongue and ran it stiffly right down the center,
from near her ass, across her opening to her stiff clit.  She grunted and I
heard her hands slap the bed on either side.  I then took my tongue and
poked it into her opening as far as I could.  She grabbed the back of my
head and pushed me into her, wanting more of me in her.  Pulling out I then
clamped my lips onto her clit.  It was large in comparison to her inner
lips and firm.  As I clamped onto it she was sucking and blowing air
rapidly through pursed lips forming a small O.

   Pulling off I saw that her clit was now a darker pink and was firming,
even enlarging.  I never knew it could do that.  So excited about this
discovery I went right back to it, sucking it vigorously, wanting to see
how big it would get.  Sheri was now shaking and I heard her mumble "Don't
stop.....right there.....oh dad.....yessss." Taking my right index finger I
pushed into her wet pussy, still sucking her clit strongly.

   She almost screamed as she arched her back, grabbing the sheets then
began to shake as if she was being electrocuted.  I lifted my face from her
and pulled out my finger as she ejaculated, juice squirting onto my hand
and sheets.  I watched as she trembled uncontrollably, her legs went
straight and stiff, her toes spread wide, hands clenched tight, eyes and
mouth closed tight.  Her back arched violently throwing her chest into the
air.  Her breasts stretched the fabric of her top, and it looked like her
nipples might tear holes through the fabric.  She breathed hard and quickly
through her nose.  I was concerned that I had taken it too far.

   Sliding up beside her I reached back and pulled the sheets up over the
both of us, wiping her fluids from myself as I did and then took her in my
arms and gently pulled her to me.  She began to relax and as she did she
put her arms around my chest and buried her face into my neck.

   "You alright?", I asked softly.  She nodded.

   "Are you sure?  That looked pretty intense."

   "Give me a minute dad", she quietly said into my neck.  I lay there
holding my little girl close.  After a while her breathing was becoming
slower and steady and she was relaxing.

   "Can we talk about this?  I don't want there to be any awkwardness
between us." I said in a quiet tone.  She rolled away from me onto her
back, turning her head to look at me, her eyes bright and piercing.

   "That was wonderful!  I never thought it could feel like that." She took
a deep breath and blew out through pursed lips.  "Wow!" She had a serene
look on her face, a look of contentment.  Almost laughing she said, "I
think we're going to be fine.  I'm so happy I feel giddy." She placed her
hand on my face, looking straight in my eyes, "I don't want this to be the
end of it.  There is so much more I want.  Do you understand?"

   A shiver ran through my body as I thought of the long buried fantasies I
held onto.  The guilt I had for even having them, wavered.  I looked into
the eyes of a beautiful woman, a woman that wanted me.  I also saw my
daughter.  The forbidden desires I nursed all these years instantly
transformed into a happiness and a hope, that finally, I would get some
relief from them.

   "I do." I pulled her back to me.  "And I don't want it to end here
either."

   I rolled onto my back and she followed, laying her head between my
shoulder and chest.  Her right leg crossed over mine and lay between my
legs, her naked pussy warm and wet on my thigh.  I held her body in my
right arm as I stroked her side and back.  As we lay there, father and
daughter, I was thinking of all the things I wanted to experience with her.
I have had fantasies about her, erotic, vivid fantasies, but now it was
just a desire to share things with her.  It felt less dirty and taboo and
more loving and caring.

   "Sheri?"

   "Yea dad?"

   "I realized just now that when I first looked over at you, you were
already watching me.  Did you know I was awake?"

   "I knew."

   "When?"

   "Right after I put your hand on me.  I was watching you and could see
your face." She giggled quietly.  "It was funny watching you pretend."

   "You clever little thing." She giggled some more.

   "Can I ask you something a little more sensitive?  And please don't read
anything into it."

   "Sure dad, what is it?"

   "Was this whole night about getting to here?  The extra attention and
affection?" She lifted her head from my chest and looked at me.

   "No, it was not." Annoyance written across her face.  "I had such a
wonderful time tonight, truly.  Feeling like we were a couple.  I know
that's the way people were looking at us, and I enjoyed it.  I wasn't
scheming." She lay back down and snuggled in.

   "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to accuse you of anything.  I loved everything
about today.  Can I try again?"

   "If you dare," she stated flatly.

   I laughed to myself, "Alright then........when did you
decide........this?" I hoped my phrasing wasn't accusative.

   "You mean when did I decide to have you play with me?" She was having
fun at my expense.  She was a pill.

   "Yes, when did you decide to have me play with you, which I really
enjoyed by the way." She giggled and snuggled further.

   "To be honest, tonight during my shower.  I knew this may be the only
chance I may have.  I don't know how I could of done this at home.  I'm not
good at being aggressive.  And I've thought about it before.  I've been
thinking about it for a long time now."

   "Can I ask how long?"

   "Ever since I got home from school." I was speechless.  Sheri lifted her
head and stretching up kissed me an the lips.  "I love you more than you
know or have been able to say."

   I squeezed her tight into me, "I think we're both in the same boat.  I
feel about you what a father shouldn't.  It is something I have struggled
with for a long time.  I love you so much, it hurts."

   "I know."

   "What do you mean you know?"

   "I've noticed how you look at me.  I've noticed for as long as I can
remember.  It's never made me nervous or uneasy though.  I knew you'd never
violate me.  And I also know you see more than that.  You see ME.  You love
ME.  That's why I'm comfortable being here with you now.  Can you
understand that?"

   "Yes I can.  You are what makes me the luckiest man alive.  I love you."

   "And I love you."

   We lay there quietly, me with my eyes closed, acutely aware of every
portion of her body touching me.  I ran my right hand across her back, up
under her shirt and back down to her tight little caboose.  I cupped an
entire cheek in my large hand and squeezed lightly.  I admired her curves
with my hand, running it across her waist, over her hips and all around her
sweet cheeks.

   "Dad?"

   "Yea?", I responded quietly.

   "Can I....", she slid her hand down from my chest to my stomach, "return
the favor?  You know."

   My heart instantly leaped and began pounding.  I had given up on that
thought for the night, figuring she wasn't ready for that, and looking to
go to sleep.

   "I would like that very much.  You sure?"

   "I've never been more sure." Her voice having a ring of excitement as
she sat up, sheets coming off with her, still straddling my leg.  She
scooted back a little then sat on her heels between my legs.  Leaning
forward she grabbed the waist band of both boxer and briefs, I lifted my
butt and she slid then down to my knees, my rigid cock slapping my abdomen.
I raised my legs and off they went.

   "This too," as she indicated my shirt.  Smiling I sat up and whipped it
off and flopped back down.  She paid no attention to any of that as I could
see she was transfixed, staring at my organ.  "Oh my." I heard her faintly
say.  The look on her face was apprehensive and worried.  Now I'm not
'hung' per se, just a bit above average.  I'm almost seven inches long and
have a healthy girth.  The shaft is smooth without a lot of veins, but the
best part is my large head.  It has a bigger circumference than any portion
of my thick shaft and is best described as bulbous.

   "Is there anything I need to know?" She looked to be slowly gathering
her wits, still staring down at my stiff rod.

   "No." I reached up and grabbed her arm lightly, getting her to look at
me.  "I just want you to do what ever is comfortable for you.  There are no
expectations here.  Just have fun and enjoy yourself.  I'll enjoy anything
you do.  Okay?" She nodded, focused on my face, tension falling away. 
"You'll do fine honey." She gave me a sheepish grin and looked back down at
my cock.

   Reaching down she put her fingers on the head and gave a squeeze, a
light smile appearing.  Running her finger tips down the length of my shaft
she went all the way down to my scrotum.  There she began to pull on the
skin and squeeze my balls, doing a thorough examination of the texture,
density and elasticity of the region.  She shifted her legs a little,
showing a growing comfort and excitement.

   Using both hands she began a new examination, of my dick.  Putting her
fingers around it, she was giddy about how thick it was.  She was
squeezing, pulling and even tried to bend it.  I had to watch her, it was
like a child figuring out a new toy.  She was becoming acquainted with this
new thing, the first she had ever had access to.  During this exam I was
becoming sensitive.  No one had handled me, but me, for years.  And now I
watched this gorgeous creature, my daughter, handling me with fascination
and excitement.  I couldn't help the occasional throb or jerking of my
penis.

   The first strong throb she felt made her eyes light up as she looked up
at me, curious as to what I was feeling.  I just smiled.  A large pool of
pre-cum had formed at my tip and she stuck her finger into it, then brought
it to her mouth.  Tasting it she raised her eyebrows, pleased with the
flavor.

   She sat up straight and scooted back a little further.  Grabbing her
shirt at the bottom she lifted it off in one fluid motion.  I watched as
her breasts momentarily suspended themselves straight out from her body and
then settle back down in their usual position.  I was amazed at how much
they stood out and how little the hung.  Beautiful!  It had to be
attributed to the years of work and never being pregnant.  Still virgin and
fresh just like the rest of her.

   They were like two small watermelons, but with a more conical shape. 
They had a slight upward curvature in them and her areolae and nipples
where a light brown.  At the moment her areolae where constricted tight
around her nipples, and they were stiff and large.  Seeing my admiration
she playfully put a hand over each, covering her nipples, giggling, with a
shy look in her face.

   "You like them?" she asked.  I was almost breathless.

   "I love them.  I always have."

   She smiled broadly, flashing her teeth, eyes bright.  She lay down
between my legs now and laying her arms out across my thighs, took hold of
my dick.  Scooting up she lifted her head and touched her lips to my head,
cleaning away the pre-cum that was there.  She then kissed me all around
the head, then started kissing my shaft lower and lower.  When she reached
the base she lowered her mouth and took a ball into her mouth.  She held it
there, mulling it around and applying suction.  I felt something tugging
down deep in my groin.  Pulling back until my ball popped out with a quiet
pop, she took the second ball and repeated the process.  I had never had my
balls sucked before, oddly enough, and now my daughter was giving me a
treat.

   Sheri moved back to the bottom of my shaft and started making short
licking strokes all around, always licking up toward the head.  Slowly she
moved higher and higher.  I could feel the urge building inside me and I
concentrated on breathing, suppressing the inevitable.  Sheri licked the
pre-cum that was still oozing out, enjoying the taste of it.  She raised
her eyebrows and grinned.  She then licked it off in one long stroke.  My
body shook as I groaned in delight.

   "Is this normal?", indicating the pre-cum pooling up again.

   "Yes it is.  But I've never oozed this much before.  That's a good
sign."

   "A good sign of what?" I think she knew, she just wanted me to say it.

   "That what you're doing feels so good, and that I'm going to have a
powerful orgasm." She was delighted with that answer and giggled.

   She put her attention back to my shaft and began her short little licks
where she left off.  She was getting close to the edge of my head now.  She
wiped up more pre-cum with her finger and licked it off.  Her next lick ran
from the base all the way up and across the bottom of my "flange".  I
jolted as if shocked, and indeed it felt like I had been.  Sheri smiled as
she went to the base again and stroked it all the way to the head with her
tongue again.  Again I jumped and grunted.

   "I don't know how much longer I can hold off if you keep that up." She
just smiled, unconcerned.

   Taking my cock in both hands, she pulled it toward her and opening her
mouth wide, took the head in.  Wrapping her lips around my rim she enclosed
my entire head.  Then I felt a suction building.  Looking down I watched
through the tent formed by her hair.  She was looking into my face, her
cheeks showing the suction she was applying.  I felt a knot building deep
in my groin, unmistakable.  She released the suction and slid her lips off.
My head was almost purple and swollen and as big as it has ever been.

   Opening her mouth wide she once again took it in, this time going
further and wrapping her lips around my shaft half way down.  Her hair
tickled the inside of my thighs.  I could feel the roof of her mouth with
the tip of my penis.  I had the urge to grab her head and force her down
further, but I resisted.  Instead I just shook , trying to hang on.

   She released me and, taking a hand, she grabbed the base of my cock
behind my balls, causing them to stretch my scrotum thin as they lay along
side my shaft, protruding out of her hand, toward her face.  Her grip was
tight and nearly uncomfortable.  She began to kiss and lick my balls with
an occasional sliding of her mouth over my cock.

   This continued for some time.  The pressure from her grip had bought me
some more time, but it was quickly getting used up as she licked and sucked
my manhood.  My junk was turning a darker color than ever before and the
sensitivity was off the charts!

   "I'm close to cumming." I said in a sharp exhale of breath.  Her eyes
smiled at me as she released her hold.  Getting up on her knees she moved
directly over my tool.  Placing a hand on the bed next to me she bent down
sliding my cock into her mouth.  With the other hand she began pumping the
base of my shaft with her thumb and forefinger while her other three
fondled my balls.  All was slick with saliva as she slowly slid her lips up
and down, her up stroke stopping at the flange of my head and then back
down about three quarters of the way.  I'm sure that was as far as she
could go, because from the look in her eyes, she would of swallowed me
whole if she could.

   I lay back, eyes closed blocking out all sensory input except for her
mouth administering pure pleasure.  I felt her pull her lips off my cock
with a strong suction and a popping sound as she grabbed it around the
middle.  Then I felt her hair tickling me as it moved up my body across my
stomach.  Questioning, I raised my head and looked down at her.  Sheri was
crawling up over me, releasing her grip as she straddled my body, then
slowly lowered herself onto me, burying her face in my neck.  Instinctively
I wrapped my arms around her, even as I wondered why she had stopped.

   "I want you inside me."she said in a hushed tone, a near whisper as she
slowly ground her pussy on my cock.  I had a quick flash of conflict run
through my mind as I considered what she asked for.  I knew she was on the
pill already to help with her cycles, so that wasn't an issue.  I knew what
we were doing was wrong and I considered drawing a line in our behavior.  I
also knew that if I were to decline her request, greater damage would be
done to our relationship than going through with it.  She was a grown woman
and what she wanted, I wanted too.

   "Please." she whispered this time, her desire clear in her voice.

   "I'd love to." I slid my hands down her back and cupped her cheeks in my
hands.  She moaned her pleasure in my ear as she continued to grind her sex
into me.  Lifting her head she found my lips as we kissed, deep and
sensual.

   Wrapping my arms tightly around her I rolled her over and lay on top of
her.  Pulling her knees up she opened her legs wide giving me clear
passage. I could feel her lips open as my hard tool settled into her now
slippery trough.

   "Guide me in baby" I said, as I lifted my weight off her onto my elbows
and knees.  She slid her arm between our bodies and taking hold of me I
felt her dragging the tip of my cock back and forth through her pussy.

   "This is my first time." her eyes showing a little anxiety.  "Be
gentle."

   "I know.  Your my little girl and I will never hurt you." I felt her
position my dick at her opening.  I slowly applied force, pushing my way
in. Her lips, wet and slick, yielded easily and I glided the tip of my cock
into her.  She inhaled a quick deep breath and I saw her eyes roll back as
they closed.  I held position waiting for her to indicate something to me.

   Her eyes opened and a large smile spread across her mouth.  "It feels so
good," she breathed.  I smiled back.

   She reached up and placing her hands on my ass, pushed down as she
raised her pelvis up.  I slid myself into her all the way down in one long
stroke, matching her effort.  She groaned again, head tilting back as she
closed her eyes once again.  She was tight, but not overly, just a firm
strong grip.  A warm well fitting glove, holding me.

   "Oh my god, you feel wonderful." I quietly said.  Her eyes opened, full
of love and lust.

   "Please, make love to me." Her voice was pleading, her arms went around
my back as her legs wrapped behind my thighs.  I settled myself onto her as
she hugged me tight and I began slowly thrusting myself into her.

   I started with long slow strokes, making sure she was comfortable.  She
breathed deeply and regularly, almost as if she were asleep.  It felt
fantastic, she was such a perfect fit.  It had been a long time for me, but
I don't remember it feeling this good.  I kept my pace steady, the
sensation of my manhood sliding through her intense.

   Sheri began thrusting herself up, quickening the pace, indicating she
was ready for more.  I obliged as I increased my speed and began pushing
into her harder.  She moaned and her breathing turned irregular, forcefully
exhaling through her nose or open mouth.  Her eyes had a look of
desperation as I felt her thrusting up into me even faster.

   I could feel my release building now, down in my balls and I knew it was
going to be powerful.  I increased gradually, faster and faster, pounding
her harder and harder.  She was beginning to blow hard through her mouth,
as if trying to start a fire, her eyes wide.  She pulled her arms off my
back and sliding them up through my arms, wrapped them around my neck,
pulling me down to her.  I lay on her fully now as I wrapped her body in a
equally tight embrace, all the while pounding her.

   Her body trembled while she grunted and groaned her pleasure.  I felt
myself throbbing moments before my release and feeling it, Sheri threw her
head back, vocalizing her climax, as she arched her back, shaking
violently. Her climax pushed me over the edge as I felt my load burst from
me in a orgasm stronger than I could ever recalled.  I felt my seed filling
her as it coated our union, numbing the sensation.  Sheri was still
trembling, her face buried in my neck, her breath hot.

   Staying close to her I relieved her of my weight and lifted my head,
looking into her eyes.  They slowly opened, her lids heavy, looking serene.

   "Oh dad,.......you might have broke me." A smile spreading across her
face as her eyes closed again.  I chuckled, happy she felt so good.

   I rolled off her and lay there, next to her, my arm across my forehead.
I saw her hand reach across my face, coming to rest on my cheek as she
turned my head to face her.  She was looking into my eyes and without a
word, rolled toward me, kissing me tenderly on the lips.  Our bodies still
glistening lightly from our exertion.

   We dragged the blanket up to cover us against any chill.  Sheri
straddled my leg, her warm, wet mound against my upper thigh, arm across my
chest, head on my chest and shoulder.  As we lay there, I felt sleep
approaching.  Sheri took a deep breath and sighed.

   "We will never be the same." I couldn't see her face to read it.

   "I know.  Are you okay with that?"

   "I am.  Can I tell you something.  It's something that's been on my mind
for a while." She went quiet, seeming to wait for permission.

   "Go ahead hon." I kissed her forehead.

   "Before I left for school I was struggling with my feelings for you.  I
loved you so much it was hard pretending I didn't want more from you, more
than I could ask, or you could give.  I think mom could sense it and it was
a little uncomfortable between us.  That's why I left.  I had to put some
distance between mom and me.  While I was at school I missed you terribly.
I couldn't go a day without thinking about you and I came to realize.....,
I realized I was in love with you.  I tried to stay away as much as
possible and change how I felt, because I knew it was wrong.  Even after
mom passed I tried to stay distant.  In the end I was miserable, so I
decided to come home and face it.  I think I'm in love with you, and I
don't know what to do."

   I felt my body go flush in a wave.  My daughter was in love with me.  As
a woman is in love with a man.  Funny how a simple rephrasing can have such
a profound difference.  I also knew I was feeling the same, I just never
planned on sharing it.

   "I'm in love with you too." I felt her body tense, holding her breath,
perhaps waiting for the "but" in my response.

   "The feeling has been gnawing at the back of my mind." I paused, keeping
my thoughts clear.

   "I knew what it was but have been afraid to say anything.  I couldn't
know how you'd take it and was afraid of freaking you out or scaring you
away." Pulling my head back I looked down into her already upturned face.
Her eyes were welling up in tears and she had a look I'd never seen before,
and my heart melted in joy.  Bending my face to hers we kissed a long
passionate kiss, the kind that sends shivers down your spine.

   "You're right about things never being the same.  I'm glad for that", I
said.  Again she took a deep breath and sighed, a sigh thick with
happiness.

   "Sheri, I'm getting sleepy.  Do you mind if I just fall asleep?"

   "No, go to sleep." She went to roll off and I stopped her.

   "Please, stay here?"

   "Sure." as she snuggled back into me.


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