Quinn, Male, 41

	- Narrator, project manager, father of Tera

	- 6'0, beige skin, 190lbs, wavy blonde-brown hair a few inches long

Tera, Female, 15

	- High School Freshman, daughter of Quinn

	- 5'7, pale-beige skin, 135lbs, shoulder-length bright copper-red hair

Days 1.134 – 1.144

Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run girl
You're much too young girl...

“That was 'Young Girl' by Gary Puckett and the Union Gap from 1968. One that takes us all back to the days when rock was young, and we were, too. Coming up, a classic from Buddy Holly...”

I'd mashed the button on the alarm clock so many times that the movement felt robotic. It just happened, smoothly, so unlike the first time many weeks ago which had started the loop. So much of the next hour or so was likewise automatic. Greeting my daughter in the kitchen was the exception, but the other parts, slashing Curt's tires, dropping Tera off at the dance, the conversations we had over and over, all of that boiled down to rote muscle memory.

My time with Uni confirmed something I knew already but had been unable to accept fully. I'd fought the truth, fought it by using so many other women, so many girls. Even knowing the frustration it would bring, the heartache, the days when it wouldn't be as special to me, the days when I'd give less than everything to make it special, I knew what I was going to do, and it was time I got it over with.

What a horrible way to think about what I would do with Tera. It made me recoil with disgust. Get it over with? No. It couldn't be that way. I wasn't going to push through and fuck my daughter just to get it over with. Never that.

If I was willing to work to have sex with Yvette, and May, and everyone else, Tera deserved much, much more from me. I wasn't going to get it over with. I was going to prepare for it. Plan for it. Make a night to remember for both of us. I'd been so close, so, so close already. I'd tasted her, could still recall the way my daughter's little, swollen pussy felt against my tongue. I ached to fuck her, to make love to her, to bring her to orgasm once more, but to allow myself that, it had to be more than getting it over with. It had to be perfect.

Days passed as I considered what to do. I didn't want to plan it out as I had before, attempting to force things to happen. It needed to be natural. Tera and I needed to decide, together, if we would move forward, and it needed to be something done all evening, not one of our end-of-the-night affairs. They'd been enjoyable, but they always left me feeling unfulfilled. I avoided doing more than continuing my Japanese lessons, calmly considering how to make a night perfect for my daughter, and letting myself gain distance from all the other sexual relationships I'd had. It was going to be special, but I wanted to be sure Tera wasn't just another lay in the order of things.

Eleven days after my time with Uni, I sat at in the kitchen watching my daughter eat a banana. Tera was leaning against the counter, as always, wearing only a white bra and dark-blue cotton panties. Whatever else happened in my loop, if I never got to enjoy any other moment for the rest of eternity, so long as I got to see my beautiful daughter that way each time I woke up, I was starting to believe that might be a pretty nice way to spend my days. That moment had become an a sort of religious experience for me. Despite all the times I'd looked away, felt shame, felt lust, tried not to stare and then did, I'd come to worship my daughter with my eyes for those brief moments in the kitchen. No matter what else happened, no matter how the different choices I made each night changed the script, I always knew I'd find Tera in her bra and panties in the kitchen each time I got out of bed. I might not have found God in those endless nights, but I damn sure found paradise.

“Jesus, Dad. Like what you see?” Tera asked, the twinkle in her eye not lost as I gazed at her.

“You have become quite a beautiful young woman, Tera.”

“Why, thank you, sir. Twenty bucks and I'm yours for an hour,” she said, mocking me.

“Twenty? Done. Make it a thousand and I'll keep you all weekend.”

“Thousand? Make it ten times that and you can marry me and I'll bear no more than two children for you,” Tera laughed.

“No more? What if I want you to bear ten?”

“Ten? Good grief. We aren't Mormons.”

I paused a moment, then turned the conversation in a different direction. “Hang out with me tonight.”

“What? I've got a date, Dad,” Tera protested, “you know that.”

“I know... but... if I promised you... promised you that spending the night with me would be something more wonderful than a night with Curt, would you consider it?”

“Hmm... you're acting strange, Dad,” Tera said, shifting one leg over the other, causing the crotch of her panties to compact and show a slim cameltoe there.

“Only slightly more than usual,” I replied, leaning forward, “what if I told you... tonight something special will happen. That I know it for a fact. That I can predict the future. And together, you and me will have more fun than old Curt could ever know in a hundred years.”

Tera pondered it a moment. “What are you up to?”

“I want you to know something.”

“What?”

I looked into her eyes, “How very much I love you. And I want to share with you something that I can't share with anyone else. I promise you, Tera. Hang out with me tonight and you'll see something unbelievable. If I fail, if it isn't great, I'll pay for you and Curt to go out the next ten Fridays. Please. Trust me.”

She stared at me a moment, her green eyes fixed on mine. “He'll be mad.”

“And you can tell him it's my fault. Blame it on me. I'll take the fall.” I stood and nodded towards the phone.“In fact,” I added, remembering how, early in the loop, Curt had been an asshole to Tera when she'd cancelled the date to help take care of me, “I'll call him for you. That way, he'll take it out on me.”

Tera turned around a moment to push the banana peel down the garbage disposal. I couldn't stop from admiring the way those dark-blue panties hugged my daughter's shapely ass and accented her feminine curves. She turned back to me and said, “Okay. Show me something unbelievable tonight, Dad, or I'll hold you to that promise to pay for ten dates.”

I felt butterflies in my stomach. “Let me go shower and shave. I'd love it if you wore something... special for tonight. Your best dress. Something which makes you feel beautiful.”

“Planning to sell me off to the highest bidder, Dad?” Tera laughed, “that would be rather unbelievable, but I don't think that sounds better than a date with Curt.”

“Trust me.”

“I do.”

I picked up the phone. “Dial Curt for me?”

Tera pressed the numbers and the line rang. I put it on speaker. “Hullo?” A deep male voice answered.

“Curt?” I asked.

“Yeah. Who this?”

“This is Quinn Kitchner, Tera's father. I was just calling to tell you she won't be going with you tonight.” I paused, glancing at Tera, then added grudgingly, “My apologies for the late notice.”

“That's fucked up, bro.”

“Indeed,” I said.

“Nah, like,” Curt paused a second, then continued, “that's fucked up. She lied to me.”

I saw Tera's face drawing back in anger. Before she spoke up, I replied, “No. She has last minute plans that interfere with your date. Perhaps, another night.” I knew that last statement was a lie.

“Fuck, bro. I cleaned out my truck for nuthin',” Curt fumed, “all for a little tart who stood me up. Fucked up.”

“Asshole!” Tera screamed towards the phone. I clicked End Call before she could say more.

“Sorry, Sweetheart,” I offered sincerely.

I could tell she was still mad, but before it consumed her and ruined our night together, I wrapped my arms around her and whispered in her ear, “He's a prick, Tera. Nothing more. You deserve better than that jerk. You're smart, and beautiful, and I'm a very lucky guy to have you choose to be with me tonight. Don't let this get you down. Better you found out before you went out with him, yes?”

She hugged me back, pressing her body to mine, “Yeah. I guess. I had no idea... well... I guess I knew he was an asshole... just...”

“Thinking with something other than your brains?”

Tera giggled against my neck, “Maybe so.”

“Happens to the best of us,” I assured her. “So,” I said, pulling back reluctantly, “Let's go get ready for our date.”

“Date?” My daughter said, eyeing me oddly, “who said this was a date?”

“Me. Just now. It's only fair, right? I promised you a date night tonight, and since you chose to hang out with me instead of Curt, the least I could do is see that you have a grownup date like you wanted.”

Her eyes narrowed a bit, but Tera smiled, “like, I get to crawl into the backseat and makeout and drink wine and all that?”

I laughed, “Something like that. You'll see.”

She looked happy then, and I pecked her cheek. “Go get ready. I'll do the same.”

Tera raced up the stairs and I paused just long enough to watch her round ass cheeks jiggling so wonderfully, barely held in by those dark-blue panties.

- - -

I shaved and showered, taking my time to look my best, adding a spritz of cologne after I donned a black, semi-formal outfit which would not have been out of place had we gone to dinner at Bruno's, the expensive upscale restaurant where I'd taken Tera on our 'Perfect Date' nights. That wasn't where I planned to take her that evening, but I still wanted to look sharp. I'd called this a date, but I hoped it was much more than just a night out with my daughter.

I came downstairs to find that Tera was not yet out of her bathroom. I debated making a drink, but passed, not wanting to add bourbon to the mix. I was already nervous, and I worried that I might screw something up if I started drinking before we went out.

Instead, I put on some music, slow, jazzy ambiance that I hoped set the mood just right. When Tera paused at the top of the stairs and looked down at me, I stared up with love in my eyes. Tera, once more, wore her mother's old red dress with the thin straps over her shoulders, the same flared folds around her knees. Tera's pale flesh shined, both on her lower legs and her arms, her face lightly covered in shades of pink, her lips luscious red, matching the dress. A touch of eyeliner, a light gold bringing out the light, bright green of her eyes, her eyelashes curled up and her eyebrows were finely sculpted. Her beautiful coppery-red hair was left to flow down over her shoulders, and I swear she knew what she was doing when she rolled her head and swished the gorgeous strands over to one side.

Tera smiled, biting her lip, and I damn near cried she looked so beautiful.

As she came down the stairs, she asked, “Is this what you were hoping for, Dad?”

“More than you know...” I replied breathlessly. “God, you are gorgeous, Tera.”

She eyed me a moment, stopping on the bottom step. “You look pretty great, yourself. Haven't seen you wear that in a long time, Dad.”

I beamed and tilted me head, “shall we dance?”

Tera smiled again, shrugged, and said, “Yeah. Sure.”

I held out my hand and drew Tera close to me, resting one hand on her waist. The slow music made us move into a tight near-embrace, her head resting lightly against my shoulder. Her perfume was florally, sweet rose and peaches, lovely on her neck but nothing to match the lovely scent of Tera's flesh.

We danced together slowly, in no rush. Tera melted into my arms and I felt light and free for the first time in many weeks. I wasn't even thinking about what I hoped the night would come to, for the time it was just perfect holding my daughter and dancing with her, the warmth of her body soaking into mine.

After several songs over what had to have been an hour, Tera finally spoke, saying softly, “So... what is it you have planned for us tonight?” There was a thin sheen of sweat over her eyes, a thin trail running down beside her ear. Her face was flushed.

I smiled and looked at Tera's face a moment, taking in her beauty, counting the freckles sprinkled so wonderfully over the bridge of her nose and across her cheeks, her piercing emerald eyes so close to mine. I ran a finger down past her ear, wiping away the line of sweat. Goosebumps rose up on her neck and she shivered lightly. “Tonight, you have the best date of your life.”

Tera smiled anxiously, sucking in her breath. “Since it's the only date in my life,” she said lightly, “I suppose that's a low bar...”

“Trust me...”

Her words were little more than breath. “I trust you, Dad.”

- - -

Instead of going to eat, I took her somewhere she'd never been, somewhere I knew she would love. A rich family in town had built private gardens on a large estate east of the city. When the matriarch died, she had the property put into a trust to turn into a public park. The county and the trust managed it, and on Friday, the gardens stayed open until ten at night. I'd never taken Tera, for no reason in particular, but her mother and I had gone many years ago, before Tera was born. I remembered it being very beautiful, even at night, and it was as special a place as I could think to take my daughter. Part of her life was tied up in those grounds.

On the way, I stopped at a drug store. I still remembered the winning lottery numbers and bought the ticket moments later. If nothing else, Tera would be super-excited for a few hours. On top of everything else, it should help make it the best night of her life.

Of course, it was also the only night of her life, at least since the loop started.

We pulled into the parking lot at the gardens and passed the entrance gate. I took Tera's hand and she didn't resist. I expected we looked rather overdressed for a stroll around the sprawling estate, Tera in that slender red dress, me in my black semi-formals, but I didn't care. My heart was light, and from the look on my daughter's face, hers was too.

We passed rows of roses, and Tera stopped to sniff from each bush. I decided that if I wanted this to be perfect, or as close as it could be, I needed to be honest with my daughter. Without that, I felt like it was too much of a charade to hide what was going on.

“Tera,” I began, “can I admit something to you? Something I think you might suspect...”

We strolled slowly along a parth surrounded by gnarly trees featuring little gnomes and imps made of stone standing guard. Tera glanced at me, “Anything...”

I gathered my courage. “You wonder why I haven't dated, yes?”

She nodded, “yes, I have wanted to know why.”

“And for a long time, I had one answer. I didn't want you or me to get hurt again, to let someone like your mom come too close only to break our hearts. I did it for both of us.”

I held Tera's hand tighter, slowing our steps and glancing across a softly-lit pond. “And until recently, that was the answer, the only one I knew.” I took a deep breath, “but lately, there's a new answer, and it's what I need to tell you.” I stopped us, pulled us back into a small recessed area with large, overhanging fronds, and reached for Tera's other hand. “There is someone I want to be with. Someone I didn't know might want me back. Someone... someone that everyone else in the world would say I can't be with.”

Tera's green eyes stared into mine. I sought out her recognition, wondering if she was beginning to see herself in my words.

“And I fought it,” I continued, “I fought my feelings and it made it hard to be myself. I had so much already that I felt selfish wanting her. I felt shame for thinking I might take advantage of her. I hated myself for wanting someone who I didn't deserve.

“For weeks, I alternated between letting myself pursue her and then falling back, not quite crossing the most serious lines which I had so carefully scouted. I risked destroying the amazing relationship we already had, and still have. I went back and forth on whether I should talk to her about how I feel, about what I wanted most in my life.” I stared at Tera, uncertain how to read her expression, anxious butterflies spinning in my guts. “Do you... do you have any idea who I'm talking about, Tera?”

Her eyes pierced mine, the emerald a darker shade in the evening than in the day, but still stunning. Tera said nothing a moment, her lip trembled once or twice as if she started to speak but held back at the last second. She looked away, still holding my hands.

And then she turned back, and there was a cautious confidence on her face. “Me... you're talking about me...”

I nodded slowly. “Tera, you are the most important person in my life. I know I shouldn't feel this way about my own daughter, but I do. I want, more than anything else in the world, for you to be happy. If that means telling me to go to hell, then I accept that. If it means you calling me horrible names and hating what I'm saying, I can accept that, too. I want you to be happy, Tera, and I wish beyond anything that there might be a way that you and I could be happy together...”

“Together,” she said slowly, “as lovers...?” There was a slight upturn in her tone, not quite a question meant for me, but more like one she was asking of herself. “Dad... I...” She looked away again, then down at our hands. A smile spread over her face. “If I told you to 'go to hell' right now... it's only because that's where I'd expect you to find me. Screw the rest of the world. I want you, too, Dad.”

She all but jumped into my arms and for the first time since the loop began, I knew I had found what I wanted. I ignored that it was temporary, that it came with a price the next time I woke up. For the moment, it didn't matter. All the times I'd been intimate with Tera, all the times we'd come so close to consummating our shared attraction with love making, those had been but drops in a pond compared to where I felt things had just landed. It wasn't an aroused, end-of-the-night caress or shared erotic moment which had brought us together in that moment, but a shared desire founded on love, on honesty. I'd told Tera how I felt, and she knew... she knew I was talking about her. That mattered so much I almost cried.

We hugged for a long few minutes, and I nuzzled her neck and kissed her bare shoulders. I didn't even care if anyone saw us. I was in love, and I wasn't afraid to show it. No one would know Tera was my daughter, and the way she was dressed, she could have easily passed for eighteen, or twenty. I wrapped my arms around her waist and turned my head, only an inch from hers. I stared into her beautiful green eyes, swept her coppery-red bangs out of her face, and I kissed her lips.

There was no resistance. No, in fact, Tera's whole body became mine, and I expect, mine felt the same to her. I have no idea how long we kissed. My hands swept up and down her back, through her hair, around her neck and over her cheeks. I touched every part of her I could reach, including sweeping my fingers across her round ass, causing Tera to moan in my mouth. I caressed her buttocks gently, just enough to enjoy the sensation, but more to show her how much I desired her.

Her hands were tentative at first, exploring only my shoulders and back, then my daughter found her courage, sliding her hands down over my hips and along my thighs. I'd grown hard without a thought the second her lips had met mine, and it was amazing to feel Tera's fingers carefully tracing the outline of my erection.

After what felt like hours, I broke the kiss and tried to catch my breath, nearly overwhelmed with emotions. We locked eyes a moment, and then we laughed. “Come on,” I said, anxious as a school boy, “I want to show you something.”

Tera's cheeks were rosy and warmer than the pink blush she'd put on at home. I loved that she looked both nervous and excited. I held on to one hand and led us slowly down the path. It felt like hours had passed since we'd last taken a step, and in many ways, we walked in a different world than before. In this one, I'd confessed my desire for my daughter, and she'd shown she wanted me, as well. My feet were light, my steps taken without feeling the solid dirt foundation below. I didn't even notice the flowers and sculptures along the way. My daughter's beauty put them all to shame, and she was mine. All mine.

Our hands were sweating together by the time I pulled us up short in front of a semi-circular sitting area. I motioned Tera to the hard bench seat, not dropping her hand. She sat, and I did the same, moving next to her and letting our thighs touch. New ribbons of thrilling excitement swept through me.

“This,” I explained with my voice wavering, “is what Old Mister Canaday wanted the world to know about him and the woman he loved most.” I passed my eyes over the scene caught motionless in stone. A statue of a young woman, perhaps in her twenties, looked off to a far horizon, arms forward and her knees braced and slightly bent. A second statue, this one of an man not much older than me, stood behind her. His arms were outstretched, his head slightly tilted and raised. If the young woman had had wings, the position of her body suggested she was about to take flight, and the man was encouraging her to do so.

“Canaday lost his first wife long before he remarried the woman who would be his second. This is his daughter. He thought the world of her.” I swallowed and continued, “There were a lot of rumors, you see. Nothing more than gossip, really, but there were those who claimed that Canaday had an unusual relationship with his daughter. Perhaps incestuous. There were people who claimed to have seen kisses between them which weren't parent and child, touches of certain parts of each other which suggested intimate knowledge.

“Of course, they were just rumors, and these were the days before everyone had cameras in their phones. To my knowledge, nothing was ever confirmed.” I stared at the statue of the daughter a moment. “I never knew any of that till much later. I'd come here with your mother when we'd first started dating. I loved the look on the man's face, the way he seemed to be encouraging his daughter to stretch her proverbial wings and soar with the eagles. I hoped that, if I ever had a daughter, I could feel whatever he felt in that moment. I wanted to know that fierce love, that intense emotion for his daughter. I didn't know about the rumors of incest at the time, and if I did, that surely would have changed things, but... it seems rather fitting that we find ourselves here now, after what we've just confessed to each other.”

I turned back to Tera and added my second hand to my first, covering hers and massaging her flesh gently. “His daughter's name is Theresa. You were named Tera because of her, because of how this made me feel.” I couldn't help that thin tears were leaking from my eyes. The statues brought back powerful memories. The moment Tera was born. The way she'd been my shadow when she was young. Even, the more recent memory of my daughter, nearly grown up, embracing me with our lips pressed together in a shared attraction for each other. I was rather emotional.

So was Tera. She leaned her head onto my shoulder and laughed a little as her own tears slid down her cheeks. “That... that is wonderful, Dad... I never knew...”

“I know,” I explained, wiping my eyes, “after the rumors started, it... it didn't feel right to tell you how you got your name. I thought it would make you sick or that you'd hate that I named you after a woman who had, if the gossip had a seed of truth, been intimate with her father. I didn't ever want you to hate your name because... well, at the time I named you, it meant so much to me. I wanted you to have the strength I saw, the freedom, the thrill of new experiences, the love I knew Old Man Canaday felt for Theresa.”

“Oh... Dad... I love you so much,” Tera said against my neck, “this is a wonderful gift today...”

We held each other a while. Occasionally, someone would pass by on the path behind us, but no one seemed to want to stop and look at the statues of Canaday and Theresa, at least not with the two of us holding each other tight and clearly experiencing an emotional moment.

“Is Theresa dead?” Tera asked, pulling back and wiping the last tears from her eyes.

“I don't know. When Canaday remarried, there was some coverage, but then the family sort of became reclusive. They didn't attend the formal balls and celebrations like before, and the papers stopped reporting on them. Theresa's name didn't even come up again that I noticed until Canaday died and his wife did the same soon after. The stories mentioned Theresa had survived them, but for whatever reason, this estate was left to a trust and not to her. I don't know if she's still around.”

“If she is,” Tera said, “I wonder if I could meet her.”

“Nothing wrong with asking,” I suggested, knowing that when I woke up the next day, all of what had been revealed to Tera would be lost from both of us, much like Theresa herself.

We sat a while longer and I heard Tera's stomach growling. “Hungry?” I asked rhetorically.

“Yeah,” she replied.

“We can go anywhere. What would be special for you tonight?”

Tera thought a minute. “How about Moe's?”

“Really? All the places we could go, you want our date to go to Moe's?”

Tera shrugged. “I guess... when I think about places that make me feel happy... no where else does it as much. I'm so happy right now, Dad... I'm... I'm in love... with you!” I could see her eyes trending towards growing wet again. “And I thought... Moe's is perfect for us...”

I smiled and nodded, then kissed Tera's lips, circling her tongue with mine a moment before pulling back and replying, “Moe's is perfect. Let's go.” I took Tera's hand, still giddy, and let my light feet spring forward to take us back to the parking lot.

- - -

Moe's was packed as it always was that night, and we had to wait to get a table. Once seated inside, I knew I had to do what I'd done before, telling the hostess, and then her manager, that Tera and I were paying for everyone that night. As before, we had Molly as our server, but unlike the last time, when Tera stepped away to use the bathroom and Molly suggested we have a drink, I declined and Tera didn't try to convince me to do otherwise.

Tera was right. There was something about having pizza at Moe's which was perfect for us. I can't really describe why. Something about being there felt warm and comfortable, and the way we laughed lightly together, talking about our feelings for each other in low, excited voices, made me certain it had been the right place that night. I used my fingers to wipe a bit of sauce from Tera's chin, and she giggled. My body hummed with love and anticipation.

Unlike the last time we'd come to Moe's in my timeline, we stayed longer. Tera scooted next to me in the booth and though we were careful not to be seen, we held hands under the table, our fingers held together in a perfect match.

We finally left after resting a while. Tera had shared with me that she'd been confused about her feelings for me for some months, that she was very worried she was in love with me and that she'd never get to hear me say it to her in the way she wanted.

“I did some research, Dad.” She told me as we strolled down the strip mall sidewalk, occasionally glancing in the window of a store. “There's a term for what I was feeling... genetic sexual attraction. I mean... I didn't really know all that much about what I was experiencing, but... that's what I had. And the more I read, the more I knew it matched what I felt for you. And I became very worried because... usually, it doesn't turn out very good.”

“For those who admit it?” I asked.

“Yeah... like, people get convicted and go to jail,” Tera replied, “like... I guess there are laws against incest... plus... you know... I'm underage...”

“There's that,” I admitted. “Tera... what I said to you... I meant all of it, but... I never want to hurt you or ever make you feel like what we do is wrong. In fact, if you want to stop right no—”

“Dad, no,” she stopped me, “no, that's not what I want. You told me what I'd been dreaming of hearing, and... I feel the same way. We just don't tell anybody.”

“That's going to be hard you know. It's one thing to kiss in a dark garden where no one can see us so easily, but, other times, when we want to kiss or... touch each other...”

“I know,” she responded, “I get it... but I love you, Dad... I don't want to fight it any more...”

“I feel exactly the same way, Tera. Exactly,” I replied. “We'll work it out together.” I knew there was little to worry about given that, in a few hours, she wouldn't remember anything from that night and I'd be back to the lonely frustration of rebooting back into that Friday night without having confessed my love for my daughter.

“Hey,” Tera said, pointing to a television in the window of an electronics repair shop, “didn't you buy a lottery ticket earlier? Looks like they are about to draw.”

We paused, and before the numbers started rolling in, I grinned, pulling the ticket out of my pocket and handing it to Tera. “Check 'em for me.”

She held the ticket in one hand, my hand with her other. On screen, one number after another rolled in, and by the time the fifth one was displayed, Tera was practically jumping up and down. “All five, Dad! You matched everything so far! That's like, what... a million bucks?”

“Something like that,” I said, still grinning, “one more to go for the big money.”

As I knew it would, the red powerball rolled down the chute and showed the number ten, matching the one on my ticket.

“Dad! Oh my god! Oh my god!” Tera shouted. “We won! We got all the numbers! Dad!”

She jumped into my arms and I hugged her, swinging her body back and forth in excitement. Tera kept repeating “Oh my god!” over and over and I held onto her tight, basking in the fun of seeing my sweet daughter so excited.

When she finally caught up with her excitement, I sat her back on her feet. She looked at me, her emerald eyes wide and sparkling. “I can't believe it! Dad... we're rich!”

I smiled broadly, “so it seems.”

She watched me a minute, her eyes narrowing. “Hey,” she said, “you aren't nearly as excited as you should be.”

I shrugged, still smiling, “on a night where my one real love told me she loves me back, all the money in the world wouldn't top that.”

“Oh... Dad...” Tera said in a soft voice, and I thought she was going to cry again. I embraced her and, despite the fact that there were other people around, we shared a long, wet kiss, Tera purring softly in my mouth.

I took her hand again and we strolled down to the end of the strip, pausing to look out at the busy road nearby. I couldn't help reflecting on how different this night had been than all the others. Instead of slashing Curt's tires to keep Tera from going out with him, I'd asked my daughter to choose to spend the night with me instead. She had, and we'd shared our thoughts and feelings about each other more openly than ever before.

I felt like the weight of the world had been lifted. All the doubts, the confusion, the many ways in which I'd second-guessed what was happening, had been swept aside by the closeness I felt with Tera. Even the nagging understanding that it was temporary and soon to be washed away and forgotten in her mind had been pushed far back and left to surface some other time.

I was as happy as I could ever remember being, and Tera's warm fingers moving slowly in mine only confirmed that this was so.

“Well, what the fuck, bro?” A rough male voice yelled out. I turned quickly and saw who had shouted in our direction.

It was Curt.

“Cheating on me, slut?” He yelled. “Fuck, dude is old enough to be your Daddy, you slut.”

Tera recoiled from the words, still holding my hand. For a moment, I said nothing, Curt's presence shattering the tranquility and wonderful emotions which had been building all night. It left me momentarily speechless.

He kept yelling, moving slowly in our direction. “Fucking slut. You have your Daddy call me so you didn't have to, and it was all because you wanted to hook up with some fucking pervert. Damn, bro,” Curt said menacingly, “you a fuckin' pedo, bro? That little tart hasn't even had her cherry popped yet.”

Tera's lips were trembling slightly when I glanced at her, and I recovered enough to speak. “Leave it be, Curt. I'm her father.”

“Shoulda known she was too much of a Daddy's girl to have a good time with a real man,” Curt said, flexing his arms as he stopped a dozen feet from us. His taller, more muscular frame was obvious in the tight, white muscle shirt he wore. “A real man woulda popped that cherry already. Slut.”

I pushed Tera behind me protectively, then took a step forward, surging with anger and, perhaps, too much confidence. Very briefly, I remembered driving a knife into Curt's neck, twice, and I felt the boy's warm blood running over my fingers. It made me snarl and spit out, “Go home, asshole. I won't tell you again.”

Curt smirked, then laughed, throwing his hands up in the air in a mock gesture of surrender. “I give up, bro. What,” he said, his arms dropping again to his sides, “you gonna fight me?”

“Only if you leave me no choice,” I said, my confidence running high but not without an undercurrent of fear present, as well. “Go home,” I repeated.

The tall teen took a couple of steps forward, “Like you could stop me if I wanted to kill you right now and take that tart with me.”

Curt was close enough that I could smell the reeking stench of alcohol on his body. He was clearly inebriated.

“You're drunk, Curt,” I said, trying to reason a way out of the situation without violence, “tell you what, I'll call you a cab, see that you get home safe.”

“Fuck you, bro,” Curt replied, taking another step in my direction and raising his hands slightly, “I don't need you to tell me what to do. Prepare to get your ass destroyed, bro.”

He was only five feet from me, and I crouched slightly, pushing Tera further back and raising my hands to protect myself. Curt's larger body was even more menacing up close, and I knew this might not end well. I yelled over my shoulder for Tera to run and get help. I didn't watch to see her go, hoping she got away quickly.

Curt swung his hamfist in my direction, and I managed to move aside just in time, using a hand to brush his arm away from my cheek. Even that little contact hurt a bit as my bone smashed skin and muscle against his stronger limb. I took two steps back and readied myself for another attack.

He snarled as he staggered, then Curt found his footing, turned back to me, and came at me once more. I could do little more than sweep at his punches. None of them landed squarely, somehow, but he still managed to pound my shoulder and my arms before I got in close and grabbed him with my arms. He couldn't swing at me that way, and I hoped it was enough to tire him out.

I hadn't counted on his height making it easy for him to bring his arms up and then down on my head.

I saw stars a minute, a sharp ache causing me to lose my breath, my arms falling away as I staggered back and fell down. I groaned audibly.

A second or two later, my vision cleared, and I saw Curt standing over me, one arm reaching down and grabbing me by the shirt, pulling me up a foot or so, his other arm cocked back to deliver a blow to my face.

*CLANG*

Curt's grip on my shirt failed him and I fell back on my ass. The tall teen lost his footing and fell hard onto his side.

Standing behind the boy, holding a heavy metal pizza peel, was Molly, the waitress from Moe's. She was breathing heavily, her eyes on the groaning teen. Tera was just behind her, eyes wide.

“Dad!” My daughter rushed to me and knelt down, holding my head in her hands, “Are you hurt?”

“Just a bit woozy... I'm okay, I think.” The ache in my head had subsided already, replace by a dull throb. “I've had worse.”

She hugged me a moment, and I could feel the concern in her slender, trembling arms. I reassured her, “I'm fine, Tera... just need a minute.”

I looked up at where Molly stood guard over Curt, the peel still held in two hands and ready to strike another blow should the stunned teen so much as move. “Thank you,” I told her, “thank you.”

Molly was breathing heavily but smiled, “any time. I can't have the guy who paid everyone's bill be treated like that.” She nodded towards Tera, “Your daughter found me about to leave for the night, said you needed help, so I grabbed the first thing I could think of and followed her here.”

“Well,” I said, noticing that other people were around us, watching carefully, “I cannot thank you enough.”

“It's on tape,” a woman said from the crowd, then stepped closer. “I saw him yelling at you and I started recording it. I... I should have gotten help, but I didn't know what to do.”

“It's okay,” I assured her, “everything is fine. I'm good, and more importantly, my daughter is okay.”

The woman nodded, “well, the cops are on the way. I'll make sure they get the video.”

I knew it wouldn't matter in the morning, but I acknowledged her words, and sat with Tera holding me a moment or so before lights and sirens signaled the arrival of the police and an ambulance. It took only two or three minutes for the cops to decide who was at fault, and after a brief moment of examination by a paramedic, Curt was handcuffed and shuffled out of my view. A second paramedic examined me and strongly advised me to take a trip to the hospital to be checked for a concussion. It wasn't exactly where I wanted to go that night, feeling the scuffle with Curt had ruined the magical romantic intimacy I hoped to share with Tera that evening, but my daughter implored me to go, so she rode with me in the ambulance and held my hand the whole time.

I got checked out after a long wait. Tests showed no serious issues, and no concussion, but I did have a small bruise and a welt on my head, so the doctor treated it as best he could and gave me a prescription for painkillers in case I needed them.

Tera called a cab for us to go home after I said we didn't need to retrieve the car that night. The cabbie agreed to stop off at the late-night drug store so I could fill the prescription, and I took a pill as soon as it was ready.

By the time we got out of the cab and paid the man the fare with a nice tip, the pain in my head had reduced to nothing. Tera held my hand as we went inside and settled on the couch.

She let out a breath that seemed she'd been partially holding since Curt first shouted at us a couple of hours before. “That was kinda scary... I thought you were really hurt,” she said, her voice shaky.

“I'm fine, Sweetheart. In fact,” I said, leaning towards Tera, “the only thing I need right now is a kiss from you...”

Tera smiled sweetly and our lips met, and once more, the wonderful romance of the evening blossomed and consumed me. Her hands moved over me as mine did the same on my daughter's shoulders and back. I felt her desire matching my own. There was no need to talk about it more, to ask questions or seek permission. I knew how she felt, she knew what I wanted, and together, we let our bodies take control.

Tera's eyes watched mine as we kissed, searching me, the unspoken question of Is this really happening? around the edges. Like me, it seems she was having a hard time letting the reality sink in fully.

I pulled back and said the only thing that came to mine, “I love you, Tera,” as if that explained everything, as if that was all that needed said to assure her it was really happening, and that it was not just okay, but perfect.

She smiled, her eyes twinkling as I brushed the coppery-orange bangs from her face. “I know,” she said softly, “I feel it so much. I love you forever, Dad.”

With that, I took Tera's hand and stood, pulling her slowly to her feet. My knees were shaking, anticipation racing around my body. I saw on her face the same emotions, the same anticipation. I walked us up the stairs, and for the first time, I welcomed her into my bedroom with the understanding that this time, this time, what I'd desired was finally to be mine. What Tera desired, what she wanted, I was there to give her.

She stepped inside gingerly, and turned when I pulled her to me, embracing her body and kissing her lips before moving to her cheeks. Her perfume was just part of the aroma I inhaled as I sniffed her hair and her neck, nibbling lightly on her skin and her ears. Tera's arousal was filling me with desire, and with one smooth motion, I slid one strap of her dress down from her shoulder. She shivered lightly as I kissed the skin there and worked my way up her arm as she pulled it free from the strap.

The dress hung half-off her frame, the slight curve of one breast below my head. I kissed back up her arm and down towards that freckle-covered flesh, tasting the brine and warm, soft skin above her barely-covered chest. Tera inhaled and I could hear the excitement when she exhaled. My hands worked around her body, caressing her back and working lower, soon cupping my daughter's soft, round buttocks through the dress, causing her to moan lightly.

I slipped the other strap from her body and stepped back. Tera held her arms across her chest, making the dress hang there a moment, her face staring at mine. After what seemed like an eternity, Tera's arms slid to her sides and the dress fell to her ankles.

My eyes swept down her body. Tera's bare breasts were small and round, her pink, puffy areolae tipped with tiny, erect nipples. Brownish-red freckles were splashed over her tender skin, running over the tops of her boobs and down to her abdomen. Her stomach fluttered as she breathed, a small, nervous twitch with each breath in and out. She watched me watching her, only a pair of dark-blue panties and thin, black socks still on her body.

“Oh, Tera...” I moved in and kissed her again, my hands sliding up from her stomach to cup her breasts. She moaned into my mouth. Tera's young tits were soft and pliable, not yet firm or full, still growing. They were warm in my fingers as I stroked the undersides I knew would be sensitive. I let my hand play slowly over her nipples, enjoying the way the soft flesh turned firmer at the tips, Tera's breathing becoming more rapid and more urgent.

I kissed down her neck again and then pushed her back on the bed, her legs over the sides. I crawled to one side and kissed her upper chest, letting my tongue and lips draw down, down, closer to her soft breasts. I licked around one nipple, then the other, caressing her with my lips as I moved. Tera's hands ran over my head, drawing me to her, and I sucked in one raised nipple, then the other, pulling the rougher flesh into my mouth gently, suckling kindly and making my daughter's stomach rise and fall in anticipation.

My hand swept down her body and I stroked her outer thigh. I felt goosebumps under my hand, as I moved slowly towards the heat I felt on my arm. Tera's legs spread on their own, just a little, but enough to release a thick, rich mix of the aromas between. Even through her panties, I could smell Tera's arousal.

I let my hand play higher, moving to her inner thigh, my hand so close to her covered sex. I felt the damp fabric as I softly stroked her cleft through the panties. Tera was wet, and I was so hard I was having a hard time not ripping away the underwear and sliding inside my daughter right that second.

Instead, I kissed down her body again, her stomach clenching as I lightly tickled her with my lips, my body sliding off the bed and between her parted legs. I leaned over Tera's covered genitals and inhaled. I looked up to see Tera's eyes on me, her lips parted, a look of anticipation and arousal so clear I nearly came in my pants.

I reached up to the waistline of my daughter's panties, pausing only a second to savor my own anticipation of what was to come. Slowly, I dragged them down her legs as she pushed her butt up enough to free the underwear. Panties tossed aside and forgotten, I watched as Tera's legs settled again, and I was left staring at the most incredible treasure in the world.

Sure, I'd seen my daughter's pussy a few times over the days in the loop, but this time, it was different. We were on my bed, not rushing or ending a long night. Well, that's not completely accurate. It had been a long night, but not one where I'd fucked some other woman or girl, and not one where she'd spent her evening with someone other than me. This time, as her thighs parted and her sex opened in front of my eyes, she was all mine, and as I gazed at my daughter's naked flesh, I could only say a silent prayer of thanks that this moment was everything I'd dreamed.

Tera's bright coppery pubes were glistening with sweat. I ran my fingers through the curls, loving the way they bounced and felt incredibly soft on my skin. I caressed her Mons Pubis gently, drawing out sighs as my fingers drew closer, closer to the more sensitive flesh below.

I stared at the way Tera's thin, pink labia minora were barely visible between the outer, more rounded labia majora. Her inner lips were stuck together, though I could just see a sheen of moisture inside the place where I new her vagina to be. The pink flesh looked so tender, so young, beautifully accented by the sharper copper orange of the glistening hairs trailing down the sides towards where I could just see a hint of my daughter's pinkish-brown anus below.

My fingers on her upper thighs, I used my thumbs to gently spread Tera's labia. The inner lips stuck together a brief second, then parted in a lazy ripple, trails of moisture hanging between and drawing tight as I opened my daughter's pussy.

Inside, she was only slightly more reddish than the light pink outside. I saw her tiny urethra, just a small passage above the slightly larger opening below. The soft folds inside were so inviting, so arousing. I saw no hymen, no barrier. I wondered, only briefly, if she'd ever had one or if she'd taken it herself, or if, perhaps, it had been broken through some physical activity. I didn't care. It just mean that when I finally, finally sank into my daughter, there'd be no pain from tearing through her barrier.

Tera's clit had risen. The pale flesh on her thighs contrasted beautifully with the rich tones between her legs. Like much of her body, freckles were dotted randomly along the cleft between her thighs and her genitals. I leaned in and kissed each one slowly, letting my lips tease the very edge of her sex.

Tera was panting as I started to move closer, closer. I hovered over her erect clit, my daughter's little nub barely larger than the head of a pen, its pale pink, fleshy hood drawn back and behind. I breathed hot air over her genitals and Tera moaned, her hips rising to try to make contact. I savored the view, the aromas, the way my daughter's body sought out my attention. My thumbs again opened Tera's lips, and then I let my tongue slide out of my mouth and into the tender folds inside.

My daughter moaned when I made contact with the softness inside her body. I could taste her rich, sweet, private juices, and I moaned as well. My tongue ran slowly around her open genitals, savoring every inch of Tera's special sex. Up and down and inside I worked, my tongue coated with Tera's flavors. She began to rock her hips as I ate her, no longer staring down at me, her mind lost in the pleasure of what we did. I felt her hands run over my head to grasp and stroke my hair, and that drove me on to lap her faster, darting my tongue to my daughter's swollen clit, teasing the underside before circling it again and again, regularly drawing down to lap through her pink folds.

When she came it was like watching butter melt slowly, like seeing ice cream gently turn to liquid. She didn't grunt loudly or buck hard or twist and turn as she orgasmed. Instead, Tera held my head against her, let her hips rise slightly, and as I moved my tongue slowly through her warm flesh, she moaned in a long and moving voice which sounded to my ears like a long held breath, a release of so much desire, an orgasm long, long awaited. “Ohhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmuuuuhhhhhh...” she breathed in, shuddered lightly, “oooooohhhhhhuuuuuuhhhhhmmmmm...” Another breath. A slight movement up against my probing tongue. “Ohhhhh... ohhhh...” Small jerks, lightly writhing. “Mmmmmuhhhhhuhhhmmmmohhhh...”

I let her body move around my tongue, let my daughter's climax rush in fully. Her hips started to draw down, but then rose up again, pushing my lips over her clit. She humped my face suddenly a few times, her clit staying hard, my tongue moving back to tickle it firmly. Tera's hands held my head against her crotch and she didn't relax, her hips rolling then, side-to-side, her stomach rising and falling with each deep breath. She shuddered again, again, my tongue darted into her vagina and drew out rich cream, then spread it around her clit, the slickness making my daughter's erect nub throb and strain.

Tera came again. This time, she was louder, the movements more intense. “OOOOOOHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMUHHH...” A breath broke her cry, her thighs squeezing my ears, “OOOOOHHHHUHHHHHHMMMUHHHMMMM...” Another breath, her legs spread wide then squeezed me again, “Oooooohhhh... oh, Dad... Ooohhh...”

The time was right. I knew it. I could feel it. I didn't need to say it. I didn't need to ask. We both knew what happened next. Her body was ready, surely buzzing with pleasure, and I could think of only one way to make it build higher.

I rose over my daughter, kissing her up her stomach and sucked each nipple in turn. Her eyes were wide again, and I knew my daughter was ready. Her thighs spread as I moved between them, her arms came up and her hands grasped my shoulders. Tera rolled her knees back towards her body a bit, opening herself wide and giving me the most treasured gift in the world.

My penis brushed her pubic hairs and I groaned audibly. I didn't even need to use my hands to find Tera's hole. It was like our bodies worked on their own to position our genitals in the most desirable way. The heat of Tera's pussy slipped over the very tip of my dick, and I groaned again. “Tera. Oh God, Tera...”

I pushed forward and for five or six amazing seconds, I felt the burning flesh of my daughter's body slide over my length. It consumed me wholly. Nothing else in the world broke into my mind except my daughter. Her green eyes sparkled, staring at me as I entered her for the first time. She gave me her virginity, and I knew, without a doubt, I was the luckiest man in the world.

Tera's vagina was tight and slick, so hot, so hot. I throbbed inside her, most of my length buried in my daughter's body, the tip of my penis swelling against her cervix, surely leaking precum just outside her womb. I groaned with pleasure when I felt her pussy clench.

“Oh,” she whispered as I leaned down onto my elbows and kissed her neck, “oh, Dad... oh...”

I moved finally, and pleasure burned up from my cock and into my stomach, washing away the butterflies, sending ribbons of calm and joy into the rest of my body. There was nothing else in the world in that moment. I pulled back an inch or two, then moved back in. It was a slow thrust, gentle, lovely. Tera kissed my shoulder as I fucked her, her body open to me, her pussy taking my cock deep inside. My little girl had become a woman, and I was finally, finally making love with her.

I don't know how I held off as long as I did. I suppose I really wanted to live in that moment forever. It was wonderful, magical, everything I'd hoped it would be. I made sure Tera felt the same, rising up slightly to kiss her. The desire in her lips, the way she moaned lightly, so wonderfully each time I slid inside her, told me everything I needed to know. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, hugging me to her body, her soft breasts pressed between us as she pulled me down on top of her.

Tera's legs rose slightly and wrapped around my waist, her hips rising gently with each thrust. We mated like lovers, intimately bound together, our bodies one, our minds connected. We kissed and made love like it was the only thing that mattered in the world. And it was. Whatever I'd been through in the loop, whatever frustrations and challenges I'd face when I woke, it was absent from my mind. All I knew was Tera. My daughter. Her pussy, so hot and slick, so tight and welcoming, her tender flesh, her soft breasts against my chest, the heat of her breath on my shoulder, the way her body smelled warm and excited, of sweat and desire and her private aromas. She consumed me, and at first, I didn't even realize I was cumming.

Bliss. Pure bliss rushed in, shattering the gentle calm inside me, and I shuddered. My penis throbbed thick cum inside Tera's vagina. I held onto my daughter, my arms under her shoulders, tightly bound to her as I came. Waves of ecstasy, pleasure beyond any I'd known, a long, powerful explosion of desire crashed into me as I ejaculated in my daughter. I unleashed all the tension, all the fears, all the long nights of loneliness in that orgasm. I filled her and she overflowed, my love flowing out of me through my cock. I wanted my daughter to feel how much I loved her, how much she meant to me. I brought my lips to hers and kissed her as I came.

I don't remember long moments here. I surely stopped cumming in Tera's vagina some minutes before, but I was locked onto her body, kissing her, no thoughts in my mind, no processing, no regrets. No loneliness or shame or second-guessing. I rested on Tera as she held me tight, our tongues seeking each other in desire, in pleasure, in a confirmation that what we'd just done was wonderful and right.

I finally opened my eyes and saw Tera staring back at me. She broke our kiss, shuddered, her vagina twitching around my half-hard penis. “Dad... oh, Dad...” was all she said and kissed me again.

I grew hard without effort. My recent orgasm forgotten, my daughter's warm body all I knew. We started to rut again, still gentle, still lovemaking. Tera's eyes closed and her head rolled back, her lips parted as she sighed and panted, her hands moving to my stomach to caress me a moment, then back to my shoulders.

I fucked Tera slowly and deeply, my mind only on her, on her pleasure. I rested on one elbow and used my other hand to fondle my daughter's small breasts. She moaned louder when I found her clit a moment later. With each stroke, each thrust inside her, I massaged her sensitive nub, the erect flesh once more straining to meet my touch. My cum had made her tight pussy slippery, cream foaming around my shaft and over my daughter's labia.

When Tera came, I felt it in my whole body. She trembled and writhed under me. Her nipples hardened against my chest, sweat from her forehead ran down and I licked it from her neck. Her hips rose and fell with my thrusts, her vagina tightened and clamped down as pleasure rushed into her body. It was an amazing way to experience my daughter's orgasm.

She didn't cry out this time, not in the same way. Instead, her hands were tightly squeezed on my shoulders, holding me tight as she pressed her crotch against mine, trying to take me deeper. Her vagina had lengthened slightly as we copulated, taking my full length inside. I watched Tera's eyes tighten, her red lips parting as she let go. My lovely daughter's orgasm was the best thing in the whole world. I'd have lived in that moment if I had to choose only one. Why couldn't the time loop capture me right then?

Her body relaxed and I slowed my strokes and became still. She panted heavily, trying to catch her breath. My arms were growing tired so I rolled off of her, my penis popped free from Tera's vagina and slid, wet and slippery, across her left thigh I as moved onto the bed. Tera rolled away from me and I spooned her, letting my cock rest against her inner thighs. There was no rush for anything. I wrapped my arms over Tera and gently, softly, caressed her breasts, kissing her neck and ears, whispering my love for her over and over. Her hands slid over my arm, touching me, reassuring me that everything was perfect.

I felt her hips shift and my cock was suddenly surrounded by heat. Tera pushed back against me, sinking onto my dick. I throbbed as my daughter's tight cunt let me slip inside again. One hand under her head, the other on her hip, I fucked Tera from behind, all the while telling her I loved her and her breathy, lovely replies were magic to my ears.

I think I could have held off forever had Tera not moved many minutes later. I loved the feel of her soft round ass against me, occasionally caressing it as I stroked in and out of her body. I loved the way I could so easily touch her breasts or her pussy from that position, how I could stroke her coppery-orange red hair, how I could so effortlessly whisper my feelings into her ear.

But after many wonderful moments of our bodies moulded together that way, she turned over, causing me to slip from her pussy. Her eyes watched me from an inch away, then with a sudden confidence I didn't expect, she pushed me onto my back and her head slid down to my lap. Tera looked at my throbbing, slippery penis a moment, and then the pleasure grew once more. My daughter's lips slid over my length, and the heat of Tera's mouth consumed me.

I groaned my approval as her inexperienced movements nevertheless had me tingling and beginning to boil quickly. Her lips were soft and gentle, her tongue carefully probing around the head of my dick. She used one hand to hold my shaft, taking only two or three inches into her mouth. I swept my hand through her beautiful hair and let myself enjoy my daughter's first blow job. I couldn't believe it was me she was giving that gift to.

She may have had no experience, but Tera knew enough to make me spurt precum against her tongue. I drew tight and rose up with each movement, my balls tingling, my stomach tensing. “Oh... God... Tera... I'm so close... so close...”

I didn't tell her what to do, didn't suggest she swallow or pull me out. I let Tera decide what to do. Her lips tightened, firmly sliding up and down the top half of my penis, her tongue dancing around inside. I strained and began to slowly hump her mouth. I felt my semen rising, boiling, burning up my shaft. I was there, right there, my cum just seconds from being inside my daughter's mouth.

I groaned and let go, my hips rolling as my jism squirted forcefully against the roof of Tera's mouth. How she kept from gagging, I'll never know, but she continued to bob her head as I ejaculated fiery cum into her mouth. “Oh, Tera... uhnnnn... uhnnn... uhnnn... Oh... Tera...” I had to hold her head with one hand as my orgasm crashed suddenly, the tip of my cock sensitive and sore. Smaller jets of semen bubbled out of the tip and onto her tongue. I breathed heavily and tried to capture that moment.

It was almost like an out of body experiences. I was myself, could feel Tera's mouth holding on my dick, could feel the pool of semen still held inside, but I could also watch from afar, see this lucky guy with his penis inside Tera's lips, still leaking jism. I was overcome with the understanding that Tera was tasting cum for the first time. What must she be thinking? Does she know what to do with it? Will she spit it out, let it dribble on its own, or maybe, maybe... will she swallow her father's seed? It was like being in the room twice, and in both those experiences, the effects of watching my daughter's head lean back, her lips slipping from my cock and closing, and then her chin and cheeks and throat moving together to flush the semen down into her stomach, were overwhelming.

I was so aroused, so amazed, so proud. All I could think to do was to pull Tera to me, my semen still caught on her lip, a small smear on her chin, and kiss her. Deeply. It didn't bother me to taste my own cum in her mouth. In fact, it made it that much more special. It made it so easy to feel the thrill of knowing my daughter was also tasting my cum, that she'd sucked my penis and swallowed the load I left inside her mouth. I pulled Tera over me and caressed her back and ass as she kissed me and moaned, her hands running over my face and head.

I don't know how long we stayed like that, nor did I care. We drifted in harmony, in ecstasy, as one. We breathed together, kissed softly, let the moment float us somewhere wonderful and pleasant. Even the buried understanding that tomorrow would come and this would all be lost couldn't creep up and destroy those moments. I kicked those thoughts away at the slightest hint that they were pressing in, and I smiled deeply as I held Tera against me, her head on my chest, her naked body on mine.

It was overwhelming to do nothing more than listen to my daughter breathing slowly as I ran my fingers through her coppery strands and let that moment, the culmination of everything I'd dreamed of but never really believed would happen, linger on as long as possible.

- - -

Day 1.145

Young girl, get out of my mind

My mind roused as it always did, to the sounds of Gary Puckett.

My love for you is way out of line

I felt myself sluggishly trying to remember the night before, as if the most wondrous moment of my life hadn't happened.

Better run girl

The moments with Tera, the way we'd fallen in love together, how we'd made the most wonderful love together... I let that linger, before...

You're much too young girl...

I knew it was gone. All gone. Tera was not mine. What we'd done was lost to her, as if it never happened. That sucking, soul-crushing reality sank in hard, and for a moment, I could not catch my breath.

That was 'Young Girl' by Gary Puckett and the Union Gap from 1968.

I felt sick to my stomach, unable to even try to silence the alarm clock. I'd known it would be a terrible moment, the morning after finally making love with my daughter, but I didn't know how horrible I'd feel. I nearly threw up from the nauseating loss.

I know we play that one often, but what can I say, it just reminds us of a simpler time.

My heart skipped a beat. Something was off. Something I couldn't quite touch. I rolled over and saw the clock. It read 8:14. 8:14?!

And you know, dear listeners, we'll play that one every day, probably a few times a day, for all of you who can't get enough of Gary Puckett's Young Girl. Now, what is going on this Saturday morning? How about good news about that fire down in the Valley. Barbara, is this thing finally under control?

I hit the button on the clock and turned back to the other side.

Bright coppery-orange red hair draped over a pillow. A slender form covered by a thin sheet. A galaxy of freckles on pale skin and just the curve of an ear. “Tera...?” I said, my voice weak and not believing what I was seeing.

No movement. No recognition that I'd spoken. I slid next to her and pulled her tight to me, still not believing this was real. I turned back to the clock to make sure I'd read that right. It now read 8:15. I rolled back to my daughter and wrapped my arm and leg over her, my heart racing. She was naked beneath the covers, the heat of her skin causing me to shiver with excitement and fear that this was a dream.

Tera stirred and sighed, then she turned her head back suddenly, staring into my eyes, those bright emerald gems sparkling in the light creeping in through the blinds. “Dad?”

“Tera?” I said as excitement filled me. “Tera!”

She watched my smile consume my face, and hers was the most amazing sight I'd ever seen. “Did that really happen? Is this real?”

“God I hope so,” I breathed. “I love you so much, Tera.”

She kissed my lips and said, “I love you, Dad... Can we make love like we did last night? I really loved that...”

I wrapped her tightly in my arms, rocking us together. “Always.”

As her body rolled under mine and I parted her thighs, I let it crash into me that, maybe, just maybe, the time loop had ended, and it had done so after the one perfect night I'd spent with my daughter. Sinking into her again, her heat and arousal burning so wonderfully into my body, I let go my fears and gave into the desires and the love and the soft sighs we shared on the first morning I'd known in many, many weeks.