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 Title: Dreaming of Mia Ch.  01


Summary: Mike's accident merges dreams of his daughter with reality.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Science has long served to explain every occurrence, every aspect of
human life and the world around us.  The older we get as a species, the
greater an understanding of humanity we gain.  You might say that it is a
truly remarkable time to be alive, that science is advancing faster than
ever before.  You might even be right.  Then again, imagine years ago, the
incredibility of discovering space, or the roundness of our planet, or even
the existence of microscopic cells within our very lifeblood.

   The point is that mysteries have long existed in many facets of our
lives, and even at the rate we seem to be explaining them all away, those
that escape us are still nothing short of exhilarating.

   Such is the human mind.  Sure, science has recently debunked the myth
that we use only 10 percent of our brains (humans actually use up to 100
percent of their brains at times) and we know much about the functionality
and parts of the human brain.  But it still largely escapes us.  Only
guesses have been made at exactly what part of the brain fires when you are
reaching for something on the table, or thinking hard about a problem
you've encountered.  Consciousness, our need for sleep, memory and
prediction are still concepts that science falls short of explaining.

   Mike Wasserman was thinking of nothing quite so intellectual on his way
home one Wednesday afternoon from work.  He was making the 30 minute drive
from his office to his house in the suburbs and instead his mind was on
getting home in time to catch the football game.

   It wasn't because of bad driving, on his part or the driver of the
pickup that blew a tire.  It wasn't the weather.  It was just chance.

   Somewhere in the time between the smash of his car colliding with the
sidewall of the bridge and the rush of cool water against his skin, it
happened.  Just as there are inexplicable occurrences in science, there is
that one-in-a-million happenstance, or what some might call a miracle.

   The whiplash of breaking through the barrier...  the weightlessness
throughout a thirty-foot plunge and the jarring smack of his head against
the airbag could have done it.  The right combination of trauma and
never-before-encountered emotions and sensations could have done it.  Or
maybe it was the full two minutes of unconsciousness before Mike was
revived on the bank of the lake by a heroic bystander.

   And it didn't happen right away.  He didn't know it as he was being
brought in an ambulance to the hospital, nor did he sense that something
was different as his family huddled around him in the emergency room.

   A few bumps and bruises, a dislocated shoulder and a possible concussion
was the diagnosis.  Mike would be a Subaru man until the day he died after
that.  His son Billy and daughter Mia hugged and kissed him, particularly
Mia who seemed to not believe him for a second when he told her "No honey,
I don't need anything, everything is okay." She refused to stop kissing him
on the cheek every chance she got as the police recounted the events of the
day for the record.

   His wife Jessie even poured it on pretty thick.  She made sure to get a
presumptuous question or two in about whether Mike was driving fast the way
he usually does or on the phone with his business partner about that recent
property they'd acquired, but for the most part she seemed genuinely
worried about him.

   The doc's insisted that Mike stay overnight for observation.  He
grumbled at it, but in the end agreed.  Mia fought hard to stay for the
night, but her mother argued that she had school in the morning and she was
not going to miss it again.  Oooh that look on his daughter's face was
scornful as he watched her succumb to her mother's will; Mike knew the
feeling well.

   "I'll be just fine baby; don't worry about your old dad." Mike told her.

   "I'm taking care of you every day, before and after school daddy, and I
don't care how many times you tell me you're fine," said his concerned
teenager, leaning in for one last peck on the lips before she had to leave.

   God she was a good girl.  Mike had always felt like he lucked out with
Mia.  Most fathers his age had nothing but complaints about their daughters
that were close to Mia's age.  Attitude, disobedience, and boys were some
of the biggest gripes - but at eighteen, Mia had stayed out of trouble,
mostly, and she and her dad were very close.  Pretty too, very pretty, and
yet his young brunette had already learned how to deal with boys and Mike
rarely had to scare them away from her.

   "Mia, it's time to go," said her mother, eliciting a frustrated sigh
from their young daughter.  He was disappointed to see her leave, it would
have been fun to have Mia along for the night but he knew she needed to get
some sleep before school.

   Mike said goodbye to his wife and son and watched them leave.  He didn't
necessarily want to stay in the hospital that night, (who ever did) but he
was so damn tired that he could barely keep his eyes open.  His body and
his mind were beckoning him to sleep - to get some much needed rest after a
traumatic day.

   As he lay in bed, listening to the bustle of the hospital dying down
around his room, Mike couldn't help but replay the crash.  He remembered it
in slow motion, agonizing over whether or not he could have avoided it
altogether.  Thank God nobody else was hurt.  The driver of that truck was
exceedingly lucky he hadn't cruised off the other side of the bridge!

   Finally he drifted off to sleep, remembering how nice it had been to
have his family doting over him, remembering that silly lip gloss his
daughter wore and how he could taste it after she'd kissed him goodnight.

   Dreams are one of the most interesting parts about existence.  It's
almost an alarming thought that your mind is free to run rampant outside
the bounds of consciousness.  They come and go.  Some nights they are vivid
and seem to unfold twice as long as the time you lie in your bed.  Other
nights, the mind seems to stay quiet, or it leaves no trace of the things
imagination had conjured up in the hours preceding waking.  You can't
control them, except on that rare occasion where you wake up and beg to go
back to sleep and finish that one thing your dream-self had been
desperately trying to achieve.  You might even be able to influence things
a little bit as you hover in that shallow area of consciousness.

   Mike's dreams that night were seemingly normal.  He dreamt of the
accident, replaying it in his head.  He dreamt of that project he'd been
working on, wishing dearly that it would be successful.  He imagined that
he had sustained no injuries in the accident - a hopeful thought given how
much his shoulder socket had begun to ache by the time he fell asleep. 
Though he wouldn't fully remember it in the morning, he also had a
mischievous thought of the nurse who'd been attending him, wondering what
it might be like if she wore something that allowed him a better look at
her sizable chest through her scrubs when she bent over to check his
vitals.

   But something was different, something that Mike had yet to realize. 
Scientific research has recently begun connecting the dots about how people
dream.  It has yet to explain why, but it seems that during sleep the brain
is capable of accessing many different sectors of the brain used in
everyday life.  But theories have long existed that dreams might just reach
further.  To Mike, his dreams appeared normal.  He awoke, remembering a bit
more than usual of what he'd dreamed about, but was otherwise unfazed.  It
took him a moment or two to realize where he was, to replay the events of
the previous day and accept the inconvenience of having sunk his car to the
bottom of the lake.

   There was something curious though: for a man who had been in a
terrifying car crash the day before, he felt pretty good.  The wooziness
he'd felt before going to sleep, and the ache in his shoulder seemed to
have abated.  Mike had long felt a bit of pride about his healing time, and
this seemed to stroke his ego a bit.  He wrote his curiosity off.

   "Good morning Mr.  Wasserman," said his nurse with a smile.  She was
pretty; she made staying in the hospital a little bit more tolerable, if
nothing else.

   "Good morning Janey, and please quit calling me Mr.  Wasserman, it makes
me feel like my Dad," Mike replied, watching her move about the room,
opening curtains and checking his machines.

   "You sucked those fluids right up Mike," she replied, "feeling any
better?"

   He laughed, "a lot, actually."

   "Well, good, because the doc gave me the go ahead to release you after I
check your blood pressure and do a couple of cognitive tests.  You ready to
go home?"

   "Definitely." Mike replied

   "Good.  I hope you don't mind that I gave your wife a call and she's on
her way to pick you up now.  I've gotta grab a few things and I'll be right
back to do those tests"

   "Trying to get rid of me Janey?" Mike asked.

   "Never!" she scoffed.

   Mike was thinking about how cute Janey was as she walked out the door.
The young man in him imagined how he might go about hitting on her if he
was single.  The married man in him told Mike to cool it.

   While Janey was out of the room, Mike surveyed his wounds.  The place
where he'd hit his arm on the dashboard hadn't bruised up the way he'd
expected.  He could just maybe make out the shape of the radio's frame...
or maybe he was just imagining it.  His shoulder too...  he rolled it
around and found that it was not nearly as sore as it should have been. 
That time he'd dislocated it when he was skiing had been far worse!

   'Ah well,' he thought, thinking that it was always less painful the
second time you got an injury like that.

   A few minutes later and the cute nurse was back.  She even smelled nice
as she hovered over Mike, wrapping the blood pressure monitor around his
arm.

   If he hadn't been paying close enough attention, Mike might have missed
it.  But given that it's not every day he had a pretty woman standing so
close and obviously fond of him, Mike was paying attention.  The way she
was bending over gave him an unhindered view into her shirt.  She'd worn a
low cut top as well under her nurse's uniform, and there was something so
familiar about the view he got of Janey's bra and ample tits.  Even the
shade of purple of her bra reminded him of something he'd seen in his dream
the night before.  Janey was smiling at Mike innocently enough, though he
suspected she knew what he'd seen.  Needless to say, he went home a little
more fired up than usual.

   Fast forward a whole day of his family doting on him, of Mia constantly
at his side and cuddling with him on the couch while insisting he not move
a muscle.  By the next morning, Mike was feeling better than ever.  His
shoulder felt fine, and his bruises were all but gone.  He'd slept great
too, except for his dreams which had been markedly more active than usual.

   Of course, he never shared it with anyone, but it wasn't uncommon for
Mike to have inappropriate dreams of his daughter.  Most times, he just
shrugged them off, and from the moment he woke up, did his best to think no
more of it.  She was cute, very cute, with pretty brown hair and the curves
that he'd watched form in the last few years.  What's a guy to do when he's
got that prancing around his house all the time?  Nothing out of line ever
happened because of a dream.

   This morning, he felt particularly guilty.  There was no denying that
he'd had an incredibly...  inappropriate...  dream about Mia.  The hard-on
he awoke with was sign enough that his guilt was well placed. 
Unfortunately, one of those vivid dreams had stuck with him even after he
woke, and this one featured Mike engaging in activity with his
eighteen-year-old that he hadn't had to chastise himself for in good long
while.

   What had it been about...?  It was a play on something she always did...
Oh that's right; she tended to wear these outfits around the house...  A
short skirt, some kind of cropped top or a sports bra...  Whatever it was
it always seemed to drive him crazy.  She also had a habit of wearing his
t-shirts...  as she was in this vision.

   As he sat up in bed, he recalled how in the dream he'd had his little
girl bent over the granite countertop.  He'd slid his hands up her tight
little body and felt her breasts cupped in his palms.  Mia was calling out
his name, "Daddy...daddy...".

   Mike shook his head, expelling the vision with a twinge of shame.  He
couldn't remember the last time he'd had a dream so severe.  He'd only
glanced at her in that sundress the day before, so what had made his mind
stray so far overnight?  It wasn't lost on Mike that his dreams had been a
bit strange since the accident.  He wrote it off to his brain still
recovering from the whiplash and smack against his airbag.  Shaking himself
fully awake, Mike headed downstairs.

   Jessie was already off to work, but his daughter would be milling around
downstairs by now.  She was usually an early riser - unlike his son. 
Shrugging off his earlier feelings of guilt, Mike threw on a shirt and made
his way downstairs.

   Sure enough, Mia was in the kitchen.  She was wearing one of his shirts
- the smaller triathlon one he liked quite a bit actually, though it was
still far too big for Mia.  'Odd,' Mike thought, remembering how he'd had a
dream only a few hours ago with Mia in a very similar getup at the very
same countertop where she now stood.

   "Hey you...  Wearing my clothes again, huh?"

   Mia turned around from her place at the counter, beaming with a smile
upon seeing her dad.

   "I'll give it back daddy, I promise." Mia answered, running over to him
and almost jumping into his arms until she remembered he could still be
hurting from the accident.  She stood on her toes instead and kissed him.
"Good morning dad!"

   She did look absolutely adorable in that shirt though.  A momentary
flash of his dream the night before popped into Mike's head.  It was hard
to control such thoughts with such a looker for an\ daughter.  The shirt
did very little to conceal her young frame.  At 5'-3", and barely over 110
pounds, God was she in great shape.  She had this little butt that Mike
worried endlessly over; she refused to wear anything that didn't hug her
perky cheeks.  He couldn't stand seeing her out in public in a bathing
suit...  Mia was his baby and there was no question that eyes were on her
at all times.

   Not to mention her breasts, which were perfectly round and bigger than
her mother's.  If he had to guess, she was probably a 32C, but from the
look of them they'd be more than a handful.

   So, seeing his little brunette in a shirt (and that seemed to be ALL she
was wearing) it was difficult not to think about the dream he'd awoken to.
Still, he did his best to put it to the back of his mind, which got easier
when her breasts weren't smushed up against him as she kissed him.

   "Can I get you some coffee daddy?" Mia asked.

   "Definitely," Mike answered, watching her scamper over toward the coffee
pot.

   Mike attempted to read the first few lines of the paper on the table as
his daughter poured him a cup of coffee, but then his eyes caught glimpse
of something that demanded his gaze.

   He had noticed his baby wasn't wearing a bra - she did that sometimes -
but as she bent over to get the sugar from the drawer beneath the coffee
pot, he saw it.  The shirt was short enough to begin with: her long, toned
legs had been more than an eyeful for him that morning and he'd seen the
very bottom curve of her butt when she turned away from him - probably more
than any father is meant to see of his own offspring.

   But then she bent at the waist and reached into the drawer.

   She had to know he would see?!  What was she thinking??

   Mike's eyes widened as he saw his baby's little pussy from behind.

   It was puffy and bare, just a thin little slit peeking between her legs.
It was so tiny, even more perfect than he'd imagined in his dream.  He
couldn't take his eyes off her.

   Then Mia cleared her throat.  How long had he been looking?  Had she
seen him?  He quickly looked down at the paper, hoping he hadn't been
caught staring.  That would be awkward indeed.

   "I know you like one teaspoon of sugar dad, but do you want anything
else?" She asked sweetly, standing up torturously slowly from her leant
over position.  Mike was looking out of the corner of his eye; he simply
couldn't take his eyes off his teenager's bare little lips.

   "Just sugar, thanks hun." He said, probably inadvertently reacting
slowly enough to let on what he'd seen.

   "Are you sure, daddy?" Mia asked, with a peculiar tone to her voice.

   This time, Mike looked over at his daughter, expecting that she'd be
standing up and hopefully not revealing anything intimate the way she had
before.  But it was not to be.

   When Mia was sure she had her father's attention, she slowly arched her
back.  Her eyes locked on Mike's, and he watched, as if in slow motion, as
his daughter moved her hands to the hem of the shirt.

   She slowly pulled the bottom upward and bent over a little like she had
been before.  Neither of them spoke a word as Mia pulled the shirt above
her butt and held it there at her lower back, showing her dad what she'd
'accidentally' shown him before.

   This couldn't be happening.  What the hell was going on?

   What had gotten into his daughter?

   She let him take a good long look, holding the shirt up for him and
sticking her butt out so she was sure he'd see clearly, and more
purposefully, her naughty little pussy.

   "It's okay daddy, you can look."

   And he did.  For a moment, Mike forgot where he was.  He forgot who he
was.  All he saw was his bottomless little girl in front of him, teasing
him with a view of the lower half of the beauty he'd actually brought into
existence.

   'God dammit!' he thought, 'stop it, this isn't even real!  I must still
be dreaming.'

   But Mia spoke again, bringing him back to a reality that was simply
impossible to accept.

   "I told you I'd take care of you daddy, didn't I?"

   Mike snapped out of it.  "Mia what are you doing?  Are you crazy... 
your mother could...  your brother is right upstairs."

   Mia smiled, obviously pleased.  Not only had her daddy been obviously
stunned - in a good way - by what he'd seen, but he also hadn't told her to
stop...  He'd really only been worried that they might get caught!  Mike
realized his mistake as he saw the look of pride on his daughter's face.

   "Mom's already at work, Dad, and you know Billy doesn't get up 'til like
a minute before he needs to leave."

   Mike still couldn't believe what was happening.  But he also couldn't
help staring at his baby's sweet little slit.

   "Mia, I'm your father.  What the hell are you doing?"

   "I know you are, but that didn't stop you from staring at my pussy for
like a minute before." Mia stuck her butt out even more, this time even
wiggling it back and forth in a way that made her father's member throb.

   He realized, then, how incredibly hard he'd gotten, and hoped
desperately his daughter wouldn't see.

   "Mia, stop that right now!  You are acting..." But he couldn't finish.
Words just couldn't seem to describe what was happening.

   "Acting...  what daddy?  Acting naughty...slutty?  Maybe, but I saw you
looking.  I think you like it!"

   "I'm not kidding," Mike continued, "you knock it off right now!  Cover
yourself up this instant."

   The smile on his daughter's face faded just a little.  This obviously
wasn't going exactly the way she wanted.  What HAD she wanted?  Since when
did Mia act like this around her father?  They'd never been overtly sexual
together in the past.  Maybe a little touchy-feely here and there, but Mike
had never dreamed of something like this happening.

   But wait, he HAD dreamed it.

   Looking at his daughter now, Mike realized...  she was standing in
exactly the position he'd imagined her.  By God she might have been wearing
the very same shirt.

   Like the day before, when his nurse, Janey, had worn that purple bra and
left just enough buttons open for him to see down her shirt, also just the
way he imagined it...

   And his shoulder...  the pain had had miraculously disappeared, despite
what the doctor had told him about expecting to need the painkillers he'd
prescribed.

   Then, while checking his e-mail that morning, Mike had read a message
from his business partner that the real-estate deal he'd been working so
hard on was moving forward, just like he'd dreamed it would.

   But right now, he was dealing with something far more incredible.  He'd
had a dream only hours before, where he had succumbed to his little girl's
irresistibility in the very spot she now stood.  He couldn't remember it
all, but there was something she'd said...  something so unbelievable that
when he'd conjured it up, his slumbering mind had lit up with excitement.
He'd told her to "cover herself up right now..." the very words he just
spoke.  And she'd said...what was it...?

   Mia spoke, cutting through the silence of his disbelief,

   "I'll cover myself up...  after."

   Mike winced.  He could see from the look in his daughter's eyes exactly
what she meant.  He sensed his heart racing so fast he could feel it in his
temples.  His cock was threatening to burst from his shorts.

   Could it really be?  He might have called the disappearing pain, or the
successful deal, sheer coincidence.  He'd imagined it going well because it
HAD been going well to begin with.  Even his nurse looked the part before
he'd ever imagined her wearing that bra and giving him quite a peek into
her shirt.  But this...  there was no coincidence about this.

   The dream had been so vivid, and his daughter so gorgeous that he had
woken picturing the look on her face when he first touched his bare cock to
her pussy.

   His legs moved of their own accord.  He pushed out his stool and stood
up.  Slowly, Mike approached his teenage daughter, never once breaking eye
contact with her.  She too was breathing heavily, obviously nervous about
this absurd encounter the two of them were in the midst of.

   He didn't know it, but Mia had woken that morning feeling absolutely
compelled to act out this crazy dream she'd had the night before.  Every
once in a while, she had a naughty thought or dream about her dad, but
never something of such intensity.  She was so excited as she sat up in her
bed that she had to pinch herself to be sure she was really awake, and as
she walked to her closet to find something to wear, her hand reached for
his t-shirt without even thinking about it.  Her little lips got wetter and
wetter as she waited that morning for her dad to come downstairs, and never
once did she falter in her resolution to do everything she could to seduce
him.  It was ridiculous, and she knew it, but there was this part of her
that somehow...knew...  that if she just tried it, she would get what she
wanted.

   Mia's heart picked up pace with each step he took towards her.  As he
came out from behind the island, she saw that his shorts were tented almost
comically.  There was nothing comical, however, about how big he must have
been to be making his shorts stick out as much as they were.

   She didn't say a word, not wanting to hurt any chance that things would
go her way.  She simply swayed her backside at him slowly, hoping that the
wide-eyed daze on his face was good and not bad.

   Mia held her breath as her father got close enough to touch her.  He
walked right up behind her and stood, quietly for a few seconds that felt
like hours.

   Then he reached out.

   Mike placed his hands delicately on his daughter's naked backside.  God,
what was he doing?  This couldn't be happening.  It must been a dream; it
simply had to be.  But as his fingers came into contact with his daughter's
soft skin, he knew it wasn't

   Mia finally took a breath, one of relief, to feel that instead of
quickly covering up her bottom as she worried he might, her father instead
slid each of her cheeks fully into his hands.

   He shouldn't.  This was absurd.  The little temptress in front of him
was his own fucking daughter.  But damn did she feel good.  He hadn't had
even the slightest sexual encounter in far too long, and this gorgeous teen
in front of him was practically begging for it.

   "Mnnnhhhhh..." she breathed, trying to slide her butt further into his
hands.

   Mike knew that he should pull the shirt over his daughter's exposed ass,
spin her around, and lay into her about how absolutely inappropriate she
was being, and how she was never to act like this in front of him again.

   That's what he should have done.  That would have been the fatherly
thing to do.

   But this was his doing, his dream, or so he was starting to believe. 
How could she be blamed for his forbidden dreams of wanting her, a
reflection of the love and lust he felt for her deep down but had never
admitted to himself until now.

   "Is this what you wanted little one?" Mike asked, gripping her a little
more firmly, so his fingers pressed into her plump behind.

   Mia cooed again as he touched her, "Uhhh huh...  this, and maybe a
little more."

   Once again, Mike could only marvel.  His baby kept looking over her
shoulder at him while reaching a hand back behind her.  Fumbling a bit, she
slowly brought her hand to the bulge in her father's shorts.  She touched
it, only lightly, petting it with her hand and watching the way his head
rolled back as she did so.

   Mike had been squeezing his daughter more tightly, massaging the soft
spot just above her buttocks and feeling Mia's body respond to him.

   "A little more huh?" He asked, slowly sliding his hands up her waist,
feeling its slender curve, then approaching her ribcage and feeling the
little ridges of each one on her fit torso.  Once again Mia held her breath
as her father's hands searched.

   They came to the gentle curve beneath her breasts, and without skipping
a beat moved agonizingly slowly until each of her globes was planted
securely in his palms.  Mia's fingers wrapped around her father's cock as
he held her.

   Yep, they were just a bit more than a handful.

   "Like this?" Mike asked her, feeling her hand rubbing his cock more
intently.

   "Ohhhgod," she whispered as her dad gently squeezed her hardened nipples
between his outstretched fingers.  "Kind of, daddy, but you're only
touching."

   "ONLY touching?" Mike questioned her.

   "What else were you expecting?"

   Mia didn't respond immediately.  She breathed deeply, rolling her head
back as her father's hands played with her breasts.

   Why was he playing along?  This was wrong, so wrong.  Any minute now,
Mike felt certain he would be struck down by a bolt of lightning from above
for putting his hands on his teenage daughter.  He felt certain he'd
mustered up the courage to stop when his baby spoke again.

   "I was EXPECTING you to teach me what it would feel like..." her voice
was quivering, Mike waited for her to finish, "...to have my daddy's big
penis inside me."

   Impossible.

   At that point, Mike was once again convinced that he was imagining the
whole thing.  Never in a million years would his teenage daughter say
something like that to him.  Never in a million years would a girl so young
and so beautiful be pleading her father to have sex with her in the
family's kitchen.

   And yet, try as he might to snap out of this unbelievable daydream,
Mia's hand brought him back to earth as she attempted to hook his waistband
and pull it down over his erection.

   "Is that so, sweetheart?" Mike asked her tenderly.

   Mia looked back at him and nodded her head with raised eyebrows and a
hopeful grin.

   Fuck it.

   Mike reached down and helped his little girl pull down his shorts.  His
cock sprang into view a second later.  He heard his daughter gasp as she
saw it for the first time.  She mouthed 'ohmygod.'

   "God daddy, it's really big.  Are they always so big?" She was beginning
to worry what she'd signed herself up for.

   "Not always," Mike replied, with a bit of pride in his voice.

   Mia was still staring at his cock, and reached out to take it in her
hand now that it was free.  Her fingers couldn't even wrap all the way
around, and she loved the way her daddy's head rolled back as she grabbed
on to him.

   "Will it really fit in my pussy daddy...  like, all the way in?"

   "I think so Mia, if that's what you want.  Is that what you want?"

   Mike let out a groan as his eighteen-year-old moved her hand up and down
on his cock.  Her tiny fingers certainly made him look a lot bigger as she
held him.

   "I do, really bad, but will you promise to be careful dad?  I've
never..." she suddenly looked embarrassed, and Mike realized what she was
getting at.

   "Are you a virgin little one?"

   Mia nodded her head, looking adorable and shy.

   "That makes your dad very happy baby."

   Mia beamed at those words, and her hand stroked her father's cock
appreciatively as she felt the relief of being accepted by someone for the
first time for being a virgin.

   "Will you make me very happy then daddy?"

   "Of course sweetheart, what can I do?"

   Mia bit her lip as she stared back at him.  That look, and what she said
next would stick with her father for the rest of his life.

   "Fuck me daddy," she begged him, "I want you to be my first."

   He remembered those words from his dream as well.  What had happened
next...?

   The answer, of course, was that Mike took his cock in one hand and
pointed it right where it belonged.  He moved closer to his teenage
daughter until the tip of his penis was gently touching those thin, tiny
lips that he'd only glimpsed between her legs minutes ago.

   "OhGod Dad, I can't believe this is finally happening." she said
gleefully.

   "Are you sure honey?  I'm about to take your virginity, and you can't
get it back once I do."

   "I'm sure daddy, go ahead...mnhhhhh" she mewed as Mike prodded her taut
entrance with the head of his cock, "put your big cock in me daddy.  I want
it."

   Mike was doomed.  He'd been powerless to stop this from the second he'd
walked into the kitchen that morning.

   A little push.  Her lips resisted him, only parting a fraction of an
inch for her father's invading tip.  Still, she moaned in anticipation.

   He pushed once more, harder this time.

   Mike watched as his daughter's entrance fought to stay closed to him,
but his head was just able to part her tiny lips.

   Mia moaned aloud.  God was that sound incredible.

   He pushed again, and try as it might to resist, Mike's cockhead finally
was able wrap her bare lips around him.

   Mia was breathing hard.

   "Are you okay honey?" Mike asked, concerned for his little girl.

   "I'm okay daddy, you can keep going."

   "This might hurt a little honey," Mike warned, knowing that he'd be
breaking through his baby's hymen if he went any further.

   "I know, it's okay dad, I want you," she said, sounding nervous.  Mia
braced herself on the countertop, and Mike wrapped an arm around her to
hold her from behind.  He kissed her neck, and the spot behind her ear
which made Mia moan aloud.

   Feeling her body relax for him, Mike urged his hips forward and held her
while he slid into his gorgeous daughter for the first of hopefully many
times.

   "Ouuuuhhhhhhhhh," she howled, grabbing her father's arm and digging her
nails into it as she felt the pain of losing her virginity to her father.

   Mike looked down to see a most incredible sight.  His bare cock was
finally planted securely inside his teenage daughter from behind.  He saw
her body heaving as she breathed shallow little gasps.  She was holding
onto his arm and panting as she felt her first cock, her daddy's, inside
her pussy, having just breached her hymen in the most incredible and yet
forbidden act of incest.

   "Fuuuuck Daad...  ouwww..." Mia winced.  She had never felt anything
quite like the sensation of her dad's penis spreading her virgin pussy
apart and her little tunnel trying desperately to accommodate his size.

   "Are you okay little one?  The hardest part is over." Mike assured her.

   Mia could only nod her head 'yes' and squint her eyes while her body
adjusted.

   "Try to relax sweetheart, your pussy is very tight and it might take a
little time to let me all the way in."

   "You're not all the way in yet???" Mia asked, wide eyed.

   Mike looked down, he'd hardly sunk a third of his cock into his baby
yet, and he badly wanted to bury the rest.

   "No honey, almost halfway,"

   Mia groaned, and breathed hard.  Mike could feel his daughter's taut
pussy relax a bit as she spoke.

   "So...  mnhhh...  I'm not a virgin anymore?" Mia asked her dad.

   "No Mia, not anymore."

   "Good!" she quickly replied with as big a smile as she could muster.

   Mia leaned back and reached for her dad to kiss him.  Mike happily
obliged, in the process feeling a bit more of his length slide into his
daughter's pussy and being rewarded with a moan against his lips.

   "I think I'm ready for you to keep going daddy." She said, whispering it
only inches from his lips.

   "Okay sweetie, I'll go slow."

   Mike reached down and gripped her teenage hips in his hands to control
his next move.  With Mia's permission, he pulled back on her and urged his
hips forward simultaneously.  He'd never felt a pussy so snug and yet so
wet as his daughter's was.  Her mother didn't feel anywhere near as good
and never had.  Mia was always surprising him.

   "Ohhhhhfuck," Mia moaned as she felt another inch of her daddy's cock
fill her.

   Despite how wet she was, Mike found incredible resistance to impaling
his daughter fully all in one go.  He had gotten perhaps half of his cock
into her before he slowly pulled out and listened to her whimper.

   Almost fully withdrawn, Mia turned once more to look at her dad, knowing
he was about to slide his cock into her once more.

   Eyes locked together, full of love, lust and excitement, Mike urged into
his eighteen-year-old once more and watched her hopeless attempt to keep
from making any noise.

   "Daaaaddyyyy..." she cried, jerking her hand back to grasp his at her
hips.

   This time, his cock got almost all the way in.  Only a few more inches
and he'd have completed the thrust.  But again, Mia's young, tiny pussy
refused him.  She was always a stubborn little thing.

   Mike pulled back again until his tip revealed from within his baby girl
with an audible puff.  A little drip of her wetness lingered at his tip and
then fell to the floor beneath them.  Mike watched his daughter brace
herself on the countertop and then he thrust forward again.

   This time, he was determined to fill her completely.  Tight as her pussy
was, both of them knew it would finally allow her dad to bury his cock to
the base.  Mia moaned a soft, quivering note until she felt her dad's hips
against her.  Deep inside, his tip bumped against a soft spot just as his
hips came into contact with Mia's buttocks.  Mia's eyes widened, 'God,
could he be deep enough to touch her cervix?'

   "God baby your pussy feels so good," Mike growled, "are you doing
alright?"

   "Uh huh," Mia responded, smiling for him.  Mike could see a little
glisten of sweat on his daughter's cheeks.  She'd really been trying hard
to relax for him as he instructed.

   "It feels better now daddy, are you really all the way inside me??" she
asked in disbelief.

   "I am sweetie, all the way.  And I promise you I've never been with a
woman who felt as wonderful as you do."

   Mia smiled so big that his heart leapt.  "Mnnnhhh..." she cooed as Mike
flexed his cock slightly, "I just can't believe your whole penis is inside
me daddy, it's so big."

   "God you're naughty Mia, when did you learn to talk like that
sweetheart?"

   "I've always had naughty thoughts about you daddy...ooooumphh..." Mia
cooed as her father withdrew an inch and then pushed back inside her, "but
I had a dream last night...ohhhfuck...  and when I woke up I wanted you so
bad I couldn't stand it."

   Mia didn't see it because she had to focus on holding the countertop
while her daddy started to fuck her, but Mike's eyes grew wide with
surprise as his daughter spoke of her dream.

   Somehow, she'd had a dream too!  What was going on?  What had happened
in that accident?

   He tried to work things out in his head, but there was no overcoming the
sensation of fucking his little girl.  His attentions were fixed on her,
fixed on the way it felt when he urged his cock to the hilt in her tiny
pussy...  fixed on the way she was whimpering with each thrust.

   His own daughter...  bent over the countertop.  He couldn't believe it,
but seeing inch after inch appear and then disappear into her virgin pussy
made it oh so real.

   "Daddy...  daddy," she called to him.

   It was just like the dream.  Those very words, said exactly the same
way. In the dream he had heard those words and they inspired him to fuck
her more determinedly.

   So Mike held her hips tight enough to see his thumbs pressing into the
little dimples of her back.  He made sure to keep the t-shirt high enough
on her waist that it didn't prevent for a second watching his cock
disappear into her.  Just as he had in his vision, he pulled out almost to
the tip and then sunk his entire length into his daughter in one steady
stroke.

   "fuuUUCKK Daddy!" Mia moaned.  Mike worried that someone might hear, but
he didn't dare try to silence the exhilarating sounds coming from his
beautiful teen's mouth.  He trusted his dream, that nobody had interrupted
this incestuous tryst between him and his daughter.

   Mia was panting more heavily.  Being so stuffed full by her father's
cock was an entirely new sensation to her.  She'd brought herself to orgasm
with her fingers on her clit before, but there was something so incredible
and different about the way her daddy's penis was touching her from the
inside.  A sort of pressure started to cloud Mia's thoughts, even her
vision.

   "Oh daddy...  fuck...  your cock is too big...  I feel...  uhhhhhhhh..."

   She sounded so adorable, describing how it felt to have her daddy, or
any man, inside her for the first time.  Mike suspected his daughter was
about to feel what an orgasm from penetration felt like for the first time
as well.

   Like her mother, Mike could feel his daughter's knees start to weaken
while he urged into her again and again.  He'd picked up the pace,
eliciting a light clapping sound as he thudded against his baby with each
thrust.  With one hand on her hip, and another across her chest with one of
her soft breasts bouncing in his hand under his t-shirt, Mike fucked his
daughter in earnest.

   "Wait daddy...ohgoddd...fuck...I can't...  ouuuuhhhh...  I can't
breathe..."

   Each time her daddy filled her, Mia felt the unknown daze overwhelming
her.  It extended from an intense spot of energy deep inside her, all the
way to her fingers, curling upon the cold countertop.  She was asking him
to stop, but her body didn't want him to.

   Mike listened to her body instead, sliding into his teenager as she slid
off the edge into her climax.

   "Fuuuuuckkk daaaaAAAddyyyeeee..." she howled.

   Mike felt her whole body tense, and after that he found that he needed
to hold up almost her entire weight.  Still he did his best to keep working
his cock a few inches in and out of her as she came.

   What wetness there was between them multiplied as Mia cried out for her
dad and her pussy spasmed with him inside her.  Mike would remember forever
the way her body shook adorably as his cock thrust an orgasm upon her.

   It had happened so fast.  It had all happened so fast.  Mia had been
worried, that maybe she was making a mistake, or that things would go awry
if she tried to convince her daddy to fuck her.  But as her body quaked and
the most incredible pleasure she'd ever felt washed over her body like a
wave, Mia's worries disappeared entirely.  She merely basked in the feeling
of having her daddy inside her, and the climax that their incest had
brought her.

   An unknown period of time passed while Mia came down from her peak. 
Eventually, her body did allow her to take a full breath, and she could
finally take in the reality of being impaled on her father's cock at the
kitchen counter

   Mia smiled wide and looked back at her dad, "Wowww..." she said at last.

   Mike smiled too, squeezing his daughter tight and feeling her lean back
into him.

   "Daddy...  that was...  mnhhh..." she cooed when he kissed her neck,
"that was incredible..."

   Mike kept kissing his daughter's neck with appreciation.  Still lodged
securely inside her, there was no amount of kisses he could give that would
communicate the intense emotions he felt for her just then.

   Mia, with some effort and whimpering, stood up on her toes and pushed
her dad away from her with a hand on his hip behind her.  She could feel
every inch of him sliding slowly from within her; his length seemed
endless. When his tip finally emerged with an adorable puff of air, Mia
felt empty, and desperate to have him back inside her again.

   She turned right there in front of him, facing her dad for the first
time since they'd become much more than simply father and daughter.  The
way he looked at her made Mia swoon in his affection, it was just like he
always had, but with something extra.  He was hungry for her, gazing down
at her with love and lust that was clear in his eyes.

   "I love you so much daddy," she said, with a coy and hopeful look,
looking nervous now that she and her dad were face to face, "I hope you
aren't mad at me for being slutty."

   Mike took his daughter's downturned face in his hands, "Mia, I love you
honey.  I enjoyed fucking you just as much as you did!"

   She grinned happily in his hands before standing on her tiptoes to kiss
him.

   "But you didn't cum yet daddy," she observed, "I don't think you can
enjoy it JUST as much as me until you do!"

   Mike looked down to where his daughter had now taken hold of his member
and was gently stroking him, eased by the wetness she'd left there.

   It occurred to him, for the first time, that he'd already irresponsibly
fucked his little girl with his bare cock and not a bit of protection.

   "That's sweet of you honey, but we can't do anymore until I get a
condom."

   'Shit,' he thought, realizing that he likely didn't have any in the
house, "I don't think I have any either; you know about safe sex right
Mia?"

   "I know we already had unprotected sex if that's what you're asking?"
There was that attitude he loved from her...  sometimes.

   "Yes, we did," Mike growled as his daughter stroked him more intently
while he was trying to be responsible, "but that was not smart of me
sweetheart, we'll have to stop for now." It was almost laughable that
somehow Mike thought stopping now would be wise in light of all that they'd
already done.  Mike knew it, and so did his daughter.  She wasn't giving up
that easy.

   "But daaaaddy!" she whined, sounding both adorable and incredibly sexy
all at once.

   "I know we're not supposed to, but I really want you to." She looked up
at him the puppy-dog eyes that had never failed to melt him her whole life.

   She was still stroking him, a most surreal reality as Mike tried to
follow his fatherly instinct.  "I know you do sweetie, but it's too risky.
You could get pregnant if even one little swimmer gets inside of you."

   "Dad," she said more seriously now, "you already had your big cock
inside me without a condom, and my sex-ed teacher told us that you can get
pregnant even if the man doesn't cum inside you."

   Mike just listened in disbelief.

   "Will this convince you?" Mia asked making sure he was paying attention.

   In one swift motion, Mia reached down and pulled her father's t-shirt
off.

   'Good God,' Mike thought, almost saying it aloud.  As if things couldn't
get any more dream-like, seeing Mia's fully naked body right there in front
of him set Mike's reservations to flame.  He tried desperately to put them
out, but instead found himself overcome by the sight of her and the feeling
of her fingers once again wrapping around his incredibly hard cock.

   "Mom wouldn't let me be on birth control daddy, but we can get the pill
afterwards...  if you want."

   Those words, he'd heard them before.  'Wait...  what did she just say?'

   But he didn't have time to question her.  Mia tugged at his penis with
one hand and walked over to the table nearby.  She pushed the runner and
flower arrangement out of the way and then sat on the edge with her
father's cock still in her grasp.  Mike followed along in an obedient daze.

   He was remembering scenes from his dream again.  Had it happened this
way?  Each word she spoke, he felt he'd heard before.

   "I know it's risky daddy, but you always told me you HAVE to take
risks." Mia suggested, twisting his words to something he never intended
and yet he couldn't help but agree with her.

   "That's not what I meant Mia and you know it."

   "Maybe, but I also know that I dreamed about you shooting all your
sticky cum in my pussy daddy.  I dreamed it was the most incredible
feeling, and I think you want to too.

   She was stroking him with purpose, pulling him closer to her and once
again aligning his cockhead with the entrance to her recently virgin pussy.

   He did want to.  Mike had dreamed it too.  It came back to him in
flashes, but she was right.  It was the most incredible feeling.  His brain
had fought hard not to acknowledge it when he awoke, due to the absurdity,
the absolute forbiddenness and impossibility of ever having the chance. 
But here was his teenage daughter in front of him, and he WANTED to fuck
her again, he needed to.

   "Don't you want to cum inside me daddy?" Mia asked, goading him one
final time.  "Put it in, daddy, I want to watch your cock going inside me
this time."

   She didn't expect him to give in so fast.  She thought she'd have to get
him to agree to pull out and then somehow convince his 'other' brain it
would be a good idea not to.  But suddenly, Mia saw a change in her
father's eyes.  Something had been let loose inside him and they both knew
it.

   Mike growled aloud as he lined up his tip at Mia's entrance and pushed
right inside her.  Mia cried out, "fuuUUUCK daddy, wait...uhhhh...  go
slow."

   Like before, her pussy put up a good fight and tried its damndest to
keep his wide cock from piercing it.  But another quick withdrawal and push
and Mike was able to bury half his cock.  Again...  three quarters.

   When he finally got to his tip once more and thrust forth, they both
moaned aloud until he bottomed out against the pretty brunette's cervix.

   "Daddy...ohmyGod...it feels bigger...uhhhh...why does it feel bigger??"

   Mike didn't answer, he simply withdrew about halfway and then pushed
into her again.  The sight of her naked little body on the table, perfect
breasts and that innocent, beautiful face...  the way his cock seemed to
fit so naturally inside her...  the sounds she made...  it was all enough
to drive him mad with lust.

   "You like driving your dad crazy Mia?" he asked her, thrusting again,
"is this what you wanted?"

   Mia was gazing down at where her daddy was impaling her with each
thrust. It seemed impossible that he was able to fit something she could
barely wrap her hands around inside her pussy like that, and each time he
did she quivered with wonder.  Mia only nodded her head in response to her
father.  She wanted him more than anything.

   They could both hear the slick sound of dad's cock sliding in and out of
his daughter's little tunnel; Mia was practically dripping with wetness. 
The house was otherwise quiet, filled rhythmically with a pant or cry from
Mia as her dad shoved into her again.

   "Fuck me daddy," Mia begged, "ohhhgodDad...  it feels amazing...  your
cock is so big...  does my pussy feel good?"

   Words no father would ever expect to hear, but Mike once again
considered himself the luckiest father in the world.

   "Yes little one...unghhhhh...  daddy loves fucking you so much..."

   "What about...mnhhh...  cumming inside me daddy?  Will you shoot all
your sticky sperm inside me so I can feel it?"

   He should tell her no.  Absolutely not; he could not risk cumming inside
his unprotected daughter.  She TOLD him she wasn't on birth control.  He
simply couldn't.

   But that look, that little body with her breasts bouncing youthfully
each time his hips connected with hers.  The way she was pleading with him
to fill her up with the very stuff that had brought her into the world.

   And he was close.  He'd been close since the minute he first pushed his
tip into Mia's teenage pussy.  They could go to the drugstore after and get
Mia taken care of, 'if he wanted,' she'd said.

   The sheer risk, the utter illegality of fucking his beautiful daughter
until he shot spunk right into her fertile pussy...  he wanted to do it
more than anything.  He would.

   "You want me to cum in you baby?"

   "Yes daddy, please."

   God it was so wrong, but somehow the thought of his seed swimming inside
his own daughter's pussy, searching determinedly for her egg, to put her
daddy's baby inside her.  That very part of his dream resurfaced as he felt
his orgasm approach.  He didn't want to merely dream it; he wanted to feel
it for himself.

   "Please daddy...please...ohhhh..." Mia cried

   He gripped her just above the hipbones, securing her tiny lower half as
he plunged his cock into her again and again.  She tried to wrap her legs
around him, but it was difficult to do any more than just let her daddy
fuck her and moan when she felt him as deep as he could go.

   "Daddy, I'm going to cum again..." she managed, "Ohfuckk...  your big
cock is gonna...mnuhhhh...make me come again."

   The table shook.  The vase for the flower arrangement upon it wobbled as
Mike rocked his little girl's body upon it with reckless abandon.

   "Cum with me daddy...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh..." she panted, "cum in my
pussy...so naughty...  Godddd...  I could get pregnant so easily right
now..."

   That was it, they were both done for.

   "Oh Mia...  my bad little girl...  daddy's gonna cum inside
you...fuckkk...I'm cumming...

   It had built and built.  Each thrust, each inch that slid inside his
daughter and back out again brought him closer to orgasm with each passing
second.  Mia had felt that same incredible sensation as her dad prodded a
hidden spot deep inside her pussy relentlessly.  She didn't want to cum
until she felt it.

   Mia got one more good look at her father's penis disappearing inside
her, and one more good look at his face.  He gripped her hips so tight that
it hurt, and threw his head back so she knew it was finally happening.

   He slammed all the way into her, and Mia felt it.

   A gush of heat rushed into her pussy.  Mike planted deeply inside her
and shot his first jet of sperm as deep into his daughter's womb as was
possible.  Mia howled, feeling its warmth filling her, and like a trigger,
she was fired into a climax of her own.  Then another pulse of spunk
followed, soundly against her cervix, this one seemingly bigger than the
last and sending her further into an orgasm that nearly rendered the tiny
brunette unconscious.

   The realization that Mike was shooting his sperm deep into his sweet,
teenage daughter, no condom and no reservations made his orgasm all the
more powerful.  It was the most incredible thing he'd ever felt.

   Likewise, the sensation of a startling amount of semen flooding her
unprotected womb had Mia shuddering and panting through an orgasm even more
jarring than her first.

   If someone had walked into the kitchen just then, they would have seen a
most unthinkable sight.  Both father and daughter could scarcely believe it
themselves.  But they were powerless to do any more than stay on course,
dad's cock emitting a few more forbidden jets of seed into Mia's pussy and
the young brunette trying to merely breathe as her orgasm wracked her body.

   Laid out and entirely his, Mia was the most beautiful thing Mike could
ever imagine.  He HAD imagined her, in this very position, but seeing her
in front of him was far more rewarding.  Her back had been arched, her
breasts heaving proudly and her miniature pussy still enveloped him in
incestuous purity.

   Both Mia and her father could the feel the warm of his semen searching
to fill every possible place within Mia's womb, so much so that it was
seeping out around Mike's buried member.

   Mia finally spoke, once her muscles had relaxed and she could sit up to
look at her father again.

   "God daddy, I didn't think I could cum even harder than the first time."

   "I know baby, you looked so pretty just now.  It made me cum even harder
too."

   "You did cum a lot daddy!  I felt it all shooting into me, it feels so
good still." Mia said sweetly.

   "It felt good to me too sweetheart, even though it was the most reckless
thing I've ever done."

   "You mean daddies aren't supposed to shoot their sperm inside their
daughter's?" She asked with a big, mischievous grin on her face, "with no
condom...  when they're right in the middle of their cycle?"

   Mike glared at his bad little teenager.  Mia knew damn well that they
shouldn't have done that, but she clearly liked teasing him, and speaking
the forbidden act aloud.

   "No, Mia, they aren't." Mike retorted.

   "Well then it shouldn't feel so good daddy, because it felt like that
was exactly what we were supposed to do when you were cumming inside me."

   Just then, a door opened and closed upstairs.  They both heard it, and
looked around frantically.  It must have been Mia's brother, Billy, finally
waking up.

   Mike did the only thing he could think to do.  He scooped his daughter
off the table, knowing he'd left the t-shirt she'd cast off behind, hooked
the shorts around his ankles on one foot, and carried his daughter into his
study nearby.  Mia whimpered, feeling her little hips urged just a bit
farther onto her father as he held her, still lodged inside.  Mike closed
and locked the door behind them.

   It was just in time.  Seconds later, he heard the fridge open in the
kitchen and his son call:

   "Guys???  Anybody home."

   Mike looked at his daughter, seeing a look of alarm change to a relieved
smile.  She giggled, quietly, as she realized how narrowly they'd escaped.

   "That is not funny Mia." Mike whispered to his rambunctious teen.

   "It's a little funny," Mia replied playfully.

   Mike was not pleased, but he wasn't about to be upset with Mia, she
hadn't done anything wrong, per se.  He had yet to even withdraw his only
partly softened member from her; his love for Mia was far from abated by a
close call.

   Knowing they couldn't stay in his office forever, Mike finally began to
slide his cock out of Mia's charged pussy.  They both watched, mesmerized,
as it withdrew, inch by inch.  Mia whimpered, complaining at the feeling of
emptiness it left in its wake.

   Just as his tip finally appeared from between the tiny pink lips of
Mia's slit, they both drew in a breath.  Following his head, a big pearl of
white semen formed at her entrance.  It was thick and potent looking.  Mia
gasped as it seeped out of her.

   "God, there's so much.  Do you always cum so much daddy?" Mia asked
innocently.

   "No, I guess not."

   "Just for me then dad?" She crooned.

   "I guess so little one; it sure looks like a lot huh?"

   "Uh huh!  Don't let it drip out daddy; if you're going to take a risk,
you always give it one hundred percent or more, right?"

   Mike rolled his eyes at his own words repeated to him in a completely
inappropriate context.  Still, he scooped the trickle of spunk from where
it had run between his daughter's lips and pushed it back inside her along
with the head of his cock.

   "Ouuuuwwwfuckk...  careful...  I'm already sore from you taking my
virginity daddy."

   Mike savored the feeling of his tip inside Mia for a few more seconds
before withdrawing it again.  Though he wasn't about to make assumptions,
something told him that it wouldn't be the last time he was inside his
beautiful daughter.

   His dream hadn't taken him this far.  What was he supposed to do now? 
Mia was naked, her little opening all messy and covered in his spunk, and
they were stuck in his study with his son likely still milling around in
the kitchen.  Still, this strange feeling lingered that nothing bad would
happen as a result of their little bout of incest.

   "You've got to get ready for school Mia, and your brother is right
outside."

   "We wouldn't want him to see that daddy fucked his big sister and came
inside her without protection right?" Mia finished, she loved saying it
over and over, "That would be setting a bad example."

   Again, Mike rolled his eyes, but he secretly loved hearing the naughty
words from his baby's mouth.

   "I'll distract him, and you run through the living room to go get
cleaned up for school." Mike schemed.

   "Okay daddy," she said, "but wait!"

   She pulled the two of them together and stood up to kiss him once more.
They hadn't the chance for foreplay before, so kissing her there on the
desk felt new and wonderful.  For a moment, they were like teenagers, well
BOTH like teenagers, and their tongues intertwined and hands grabbed for
each other.

   Mike backed off to take a breath, seeing a satisfied smile on his
daughter's face.

   "Okay sweetie, you ready?"

   "Ready." she affirmed.

   Walking over to the door after getting his clothes in order, Mike
unlocked it quietly and looked out.  Billy was facing away from them, thank
God, and watching TV on the tiny set near the coffee pot...  the very spot
where he'd just taken his teenage daughter's virginity.

   "Go ahead sweetheart," he whispered, placing a hand on Mia's butt and
ushering her out into the living room.  As she trotted across the room, he
spied a stream of his own cum dribbling from Mia's pussy, God was his life
going to change from then on.

   "Hey buddy," Mike greeted his son, entering the kitchen from the side
opposite his retreating daughter.  "Up earlier than usual this morning?"

   And as he should have expected, Mia paused just before she could climb
the stairs to her room, looking back at her dad and wiggling her butt at
him the way she that started the unbelievable morning off.  He gave her a
wide-eyed glare and Mia smiled before disappearing upstairs.

   Mike was in space as he chatted with his still half-asleep son in the
kitchen.  He still had yet to cope with the fact that his dreams were
seemingly coming true, simply because he'd had them.  And somehow he was
expected to accept that fucking his daughter was now part of his reality as
well?!

   He only got one more moment by the front door with his daughter before
she ran out to meet her friend who'd honked.

   "Bye sweetie, have a good day at school...  I love you." The second part
of his words to her were laden with meaning.  Mia could feel the gravity of
them as he laid them on her.

   "I will daddy," she said, leaning in close and whispering in his ear,
"because I still have all your sticky cum in my pussy.  Who knows, I could
be pregnant by second period."

   Mike's jaw dropped.

   "Love you daddy," she sang, giving him a kiss on the cheek and swiftly
leaving out the door.

   He'd forgotten about that little part - that he'd promised himself to
take Mia to the drugstore for one of those emergency "plan B" pills.

   As he watched his little teenager bounce out to the car, and then give
him an incredible look of love and lust and everything in between before
she stepped into the car, Mike's resolve faltered.

   He and his daughter had a few days before they could really be in any
trouble.  He'd sleep, maybe dream a little on it, and then decide.



   To be continued...,


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