_________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ For a Father's Love by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com) (Mg, incest, ped) *** After the death of her mother a daughter builds a special bond with her father. *** "Daddy, I had another bad dream," my daughter said, shaking me from my sleep. "Can I sleep in your bed?" It's been a tough two months for Christy and she's still trying to cope with what happened. I smiled, slid over and pulled back the covers allowing her to get in with me. This has become almost a nightly occurrence since the accident and I began to wonder how much longer this will continue. She snuggled next to me, lying so close that I could feel her breath on my shoulder and the silkiness of her nightgown all the way to my hip. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep, her arm draped across my chest and her face against my arm. I also miss her mother. It's been so long since I've felt the softness of a woman's touch, the tender caress of her hand, and the gentleness of her kiss. I stared up at the ceiling remember the last time we made love. The night before the accident. Sighing, I looked down at my daughter. She's a beautiful girl, I thought before smiling. I'm sure every father thinks his daughter is beautiful, but Christy truly is. She has her mother's eyes. Sea foam green that seem to sparkle when she smiles. Reaching over I brush aside the stray lock of hair from her cheek, stroking her face with the back of my hand. She's so smooth and soft. My touch stirs her as she shifts around slightly, throwing her leg across my thighs. I gasp, my heart races as the softness of her leg rests upon my groin, pressing into my manhood. I'd always slept in the nude and it has never been a problem for either of us, until that very moment. I lay completely still, not sure of my next move. Should I try and move her leg, turn her away from me or roll over myself? My breathing became rapid as the weight and her warmth began having undesirable affects. I felt my cock surge under her, struggling to break free from its prison. Closing my eyes I thought of my wife. How many times in our twelve years of marriage had we made love? God I miss her and wish she was here so that I could make love to her once again. It's been so long and I've been so lonely. Her leg moved slightly, probably feeling the large knot swelling under her, but she didn't awaken. I tried rationalizing my feelings. I was just lonely and she was a warm body next to me, that's why I have an erection. Looking down at her sleeping form I couldn't help but notice how big she's gotten these last few years. A few more years and she'll be a teenager, oh, God, where has the time gone? It seems like only yesterday that we brought her home all bundled up in a little pink blanket and began our long journey as parents. Julie stayed up night after night with her until she learned to sleep the entire night. She stirred again, raking her leg downward, pulling my hardened cock along with her until it popped free. The smoothness of her skin was still on my leg, but at a different location. Reaching down I squeezed my manhood. Damn it was so hard, more so than it's been in a very long time. Slowly I stroked it, mostly just moving the loose skin back and forth over the head. I could feel the moisture of pre-cum coating the tip, making it slick. It's been weeks since I last ejaculated and wanted to do it now, but that wouldn't be right. I should sneak out of bed and head to the bathroom and do it away from her. I slid my hand a little further down before returning it to the head then repeated it again. She moved, pulling her leg up and onto my hand. Both were now trapped under her. It seemed like eternity before I moved again. My cock throbbing inside my hand as her leg pinned both to my pubes. I was close to cumming but didn't want to. It wouldn't be right and where would my semen go? She sighed, her soft, child's tone made me struggle with what I was thinking. Turning toward her we were face-to-face, or rather face to chest as her small body seemed so small compared to mine. Her leg stayed with me, dangling precariously across my hip as our genitals lined up. Slowly I began to rub the tip across her pantied vagina, making a small cleft between her lips and wetting the front. Several strokes passed before I couldn't stand it any longer. Gently I pulled down the leg opening, exposing her small slit to my raging cock. I moved closer, pushing the head lightly against her, feeling her sultry warmth. At the moment the tip made contact with her smooth, soft skin, I began to cum, sending wave after wave of sperm covering her mons and filling her panties. For several long minutes I rubbed the tip up and down her crack, enjoying the sensation as my orgasm slowly diminished. God did that feel great. I really needed that. Turning once again I stared up into the darkness contemplating what I should do next. I couldn't just leave her like that, could I? I needed to clean her up, but how without waking her? It would be hard to explain to her what that was when she wakes up later. Reaching between her legs I felt the soaked crotch of her panties, the wetness seeping through to my finger. Slowly I rubbed back and forth, massaging my cum between her labia, smashing it against her skin. "You're a perv," I mumbled, stopping what I was doing and sliding her leg from me. I needed to pee, clean up and think about what I should do. Slowly I crossed over her, dragging my deflated cock over her belly leaving a post-cum snail trail about six inches long across her navel. I cleaned up and splashed water on my face, stared at the reflection of the bastard who just molested my little girl. "How could you?" Heading back to the room I stood staring at her sleeping form. She was a little angel and looked so peaceful and innocent. Climbing back over her I turned over and tried to sleep, questioning how I would explain to her what happened. As I lay, my mind raced over what I did and what would come of it. **** "DADDY! SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH MY KITTY!" she yelled, shocking me from my slumber. It took me a minute to wake up and realize what it was she was so excited about. She was standing next to the bed, her nightgown pulled up almost to her chest with her panties exposed. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" I asked sitting up, my eyes focused between her legs. "My kitty, Daddy, something's wrong with it!" "What do you mean `wrong'?" I asked, not believing that she still used that word to describe her vagina. Julie started calling it that when she was a baby. "Look," she said stepping next to the bed and pulling the front of her panties down. The area was crusty with loose flakes of an eggshell-colored substance. The crotch was stiff and thick and had a pungent, bleachy smell. I smiled at her distress, especially knowing what it was. "It's okay, honey, don't worry about that. It's normal to have that for a girl your age. It just means you're growing up, becoming a woman." The shocked expression on her face softened and she looked down at the dried goo plastered to her privates, almost relieved that she didn't have some kind of fatal disease. "Let's get you cleaned up," I said jerking the blankets aside to swing my legs around. I had a morning hard-on and it stood at full attention like a rocket preparing for launch. Her eyes went to it and stared for the longest time. She'd seen me naked several times and will sometimes sit with me while I bathe but this is the first time I had a full erection in front of her. "Daddy your thingy looks funny," she said not removing her eyes from it. "Yea, well, it's a funny looking thing, Honey," I said standing and nearly poking her chest with it. I started towards the bathroom, my cock swinging from side to side while I walked and she quickly followed. Usually I slip on a pair of boxers to walk around the house, but today I didn't. She'll need to start getting used to seeing me naked from now on. In the bathroom I had her pull off her nightgown and I pulled down her cum-crusted panties, allowing her to step out of them before tossing them aside. They were heavy and the crotch was stiff like cardboard. I must have cum a lot to soak them like that. Taking a warm rag I tenderly wipe her privates, paying close attention to the dark fissure between the swollen mounds. Such a lovely little crack, so smooth and soft. Last night, in my thoughts, I had a revelation, an awakening and knew what it was I wanted to do. What I needed to do. "Here, put these back on," I said holding opened her soiled panties. "Ewwwwie, they're dirty, Daddy," she said making a face. "They were clean last night after your bath. It just has a little of your girl-juice in them. It's okay to still wear them. Besides, if you leak any more juice out you don't want to make another pair of panties like this, do you?" She looked at me puzzled. She wanted to believe me as I was her father, but she also knew the panties were dirty and didn't really want to put them back on. Slowly her leg lifted and I slid one of the holes past her foot and then the other followed. Pulling it up, I made sure to wedge the front against her crack as hard as I could without hurting her. She'll walk around all day today with my cum rubbing against her little pussy. I smiled at the thought. "Let's go, Honey, time to get dressed for school. I'll make your cereal and you put your clothes on." Standing, my erection once again grazed her, leaving a small clear dot of fluid just above her left nipple. She didn't notice and I watched her butt as she bounced off toward her room to change. I smiled; tonight I'll have a little taste of that. **** The entire day I couldn't concentrate at work. My thoughts kept revisiting last night and how great it felt to cum the way I did. And the most amazing thing was she was none the wiser. I was able to masturbate using her pussy and dump my entire load in her panties and she didn't even suspect anything. I smiled at the thought. She's so young, her waxy mind so impressible it would be too easy to manipulate her into doing my bidding. "Bill, Carl wants to know how you're coming on that report." Bob said poking his head into my office breaking my thoughts. "Almost done, I'll have it within the hour," I said returning to my task. It was a simple report and should have been done hours ago, but I just couldn't stop thinking about Christy and the possibilities I'll have with her. Damn, why didn't I think of this before instead of being miserable for the last two months! Traffic seemed to be moving just a little slower and the lights seemed to turn red just when I approached them, but I knew it was my imagination. I was anxious to get home and everything seemed to be slowing me down. Finally I got there and was actually 10 minutes earlier than usual. "Christy, Daddy's home," I called out entering the door. She rushed out, throwing her arms around my waist. I smiled and hugged her, softly rubbing her back as I smashed her chest into my groin. I had been hard for hours and it was starting to hurt. I wondered if she could feel it against her as we hugged. We had pizza that night, her favorite, and sat watching TV until it was time to bathe. "Go run some bath water," I said patting her bottom, "in my room." She rushed off towards my bathroom ecstatic that she'll be able to use the "big tub" while I cleaned our dinner dishes. The water was still running when I entered. She wasn't concerned as we often see each other naked, but this time it will be different. She was already in the water, the frothy bubbles billowing about while she literally swam around the over-sized tub. Julie and I could both lie down; side by side and still have room on either side of us. This made it the perfect size for Christy's slender body to use it like a swimming pool. I watched her diving underwater, her head emerging from time to time covered with sudsy foam. Her school clothes were, as usual, tossed on the floor and her pink and blue panties were cast aside. I got a chill thinking that for the past 12 hours my dried cum has been rubbing against her little pussy and I briefly wondered if her body heat ever reanimated it. I would love the thought of it getting slimy from time to time and maybe seeping into her little hole. I shuddered at the thought. "Are you okay, Daddy?" she asked staring up at me covered with bubbles. I must have been staring too long at her panties and she thought something was wrong with me. "I'm fine, Honey," I said pulling my shirt off. She watched as my pants and underwear quickly followed and I was standing there once again butt naked with a full erection in front of her. Again her eyes focused at the area below my navel and I smiled thinking that she at least had an interest. "Make room for Daddy," I said stepping in with her. That was the first time in years that we took a bath together. Every once in a while my wife and I would take a bath and Christy would join us, but now it was just the two of us. "Tell me about your bad dream last night, Honey," I said taking her hand to hold it. I knew if I brought it up, she wouldn't be able to sleep alone tonight. Her face saddened. Just moments ago she was giggling and playing in the water like a little mermaid and now she's almost ready to cry. "Was it about your momma?" Looking down at the water she slowly nodded. "I know, it's hard on both of us, but at least we have each other, right" I said sliding closer to hug her allowing my cock to brush against her leg. She was so small in my arms, not at all like her mother, and I was almost afraid I'd hurt her. She's been going to a therapist twice a week since the accident and it's helped, but she's still having a hard time dealing with it. We had just seen a movie and were crossing the street when it happened. Some drunken son-of-a-bitch came careening down the middle of the street going too fast on a darkened highway and couldn't stop. I heard the tires squealing and grabbed Christy out of instinct, pulling her to safety. Julie froze from fright and couldn't move. The last image I have of her is sailing through the air and landing about twenty feet away. Christy witnessed everything too and hasn't been able to get the image of her mother's bloodied and battered body lying in the street from her mind. That will take time. In the beginning she needed sleeping pills just to sleep through the night, but now she takes them few and far between. "What do you say this weekend we go some place, just you and me?" "Really?" she asked perking up a bit. "Sure. Any place you want to go." She smiled. "Now turn around and let me wash your back," I said grabbing the sponge and soap. Pulling her long hair over her shoulder I washed her back, studying her boyish body from behind. "You know what happened to your mother wasn't your or my fault, right?" I said turning her back to face me. She nodded. This was something that her therapist said often. "It was just her time to go, that's all." From the look on her face that comment surprised her. "What do you mean?" "I mean that God has plans for us all and if he needs you, he'll get you." Her eyebrow furrowed as she thought about what I said. "Will he get me?" "If he needs you, yes, he will." "You mean I'll die?" "That's generally the idea." Her face got pale and looked as if it would fall off her skull from the sadness and her eyes cast towards the water. "Will you die?" "Yes, Honey, everyone must die to go to God." A single tear rolled down her face as she fought to hold back the firestorm waiting. "But I don't want you to die, Daddy!" she blubbered as the tears finally broke free. "Hey, relax," I said pulling her closer to me, causing her to fall onto my lap. "I didn't say that I was going to die, I just said it's possible." That didn't seem to help as she sniveled and balled for a good five minutes before slowing down. Wiping her tears with the cloth, I kissed her on the forehead, smiling down at her. She smiled back and I kissed the tip of her nose. "You know that Daddy loves you very much, don't you?" I asked still holding her tightly. She nodded. "And there's nothing that I wouldn't do for you, ever. No matter what it is, I would do it for you if it made you happy." She sighed, still trying to catch her breath from crying so hard. "And I know you feel the same way, don't you? You love Daddy with all your heart and you want to make me happy, no matter what it is, right?" She grinned, nodding her head. "And Daddy knows that you will make him very happy, because you're all I have and I'm all you have." That seemed to make her feel a little better but I could tell she was still saddened. "Starting tonight, I want you to start sleeping in Daddy's bed so that you won't have any more bad dreams, okay?" "Really?" she asked happy that I was finally giving her permission to sleep there and she wouldn't need to wake up from a nightmare in order to crawl in bed with me. "Yes, sweetie, and Daddy will show you things that will make him happy, you'd like that wouldn't you?" She smiled. My cock was so hard it was about to explode without even touching it and the fact that she was so close that it bumped her skin from time to time was driving me crazy. "Yes, Daddy," she said beaming up at me. I leaned down and kissed her lips this time, just as I had thousands of times with her mother and I swear she kissed me back. Tonight I will see just how far she's willing to go for her father's love. ~ end of pt 1 ----> Here's a link to my other stories... /files/Authors/wetfly6969/STORIES/