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For a Father's Love

by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

(Mg, incest, ped)

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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

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