It was a warm, muggy summer evening in New Orleans. Nothing unusual there. It's always warm and muggy here after the sun goes down. My band and I were playing at our favorite corner bar/club in the Quarter. It was owned and run by Chuck, a very good friend. He lets us play whenever we're in town or if we just want to play. We play classic and hard rock songs that we like to play. Most of the corner bar/clubs in the Quarter play jazz and blues by some really awesome bands. We play because we like to play in the Quarter, and Chuck likes it because we seem to draw a large crowd for his bar.

Sam, our drummer, and I had recently moved back home to New Orleans. We had been on the road for the better part of the last fifteen years playing in rock clubs all around the country. We loved it, but Sam and I had gotten tired of living in our campers even though it allowed us to save most of everything we made from our gigs. We had played in forty nine states, missing only Hawaii. The good part of life on the road was that I was rarely without female company on the nights I wanted it. I discovered early that girls aged fourteen to forty had this thing for wanting to be with band members, mostly the teenagers. Sam and I were happy to have them for a night.

The rest of the band had stayed living in the New Orleans area. They traveled around the country in a tour bus and stayed in cheap hotels. Their wives traveled with us at first. When they started having kids, they started staying home in New Orleans. We decided to all come back and stick with gigs that didn't require days on the road. Sam and I bought a duplex near the rest of the band's houses. 

We were on a break in between sets, having a beer. I saw a young girl come running in the bar. She looked around, scared, then went by the stage and got behind a speaker and squatted down like she was hiding. She didn't look old enough to be in here without an adult. I walked over to where she was. She looked up at me with fear in her eyes. I stopped and looked at her. There was something strangely familiar about her.

"Can I help you, young lady?"

"Please don't hurt me, mister. I don't mean no harm!"

"Hurt you? Why would I hurt you? What's wrong?"

"You're not part of that gang?"

"Gang? I have no idea what you're talking about."

"That gang! They are after me, chasing me! I don't know why. I didn't do anything to them. I just found a backpack laying in the street and took it."

"You found it in the street? Did you look to see if it belonged to them?"

"No. I didn't open it. I was going to go to my space then look. I was hoping it had food or something in it I needed."

"Did they say anything to you before they started chasing you?"

"I heard one of them yell that I got Marcello's stuff."

"Marcello? Carlos Marcello? The mob boss?"

"I don't know."

I heard a commotion outside the bar.

"Stay here. I'll be right back."

She nodded. I went out the door. There were five thugs looking up and down the street. I heard one of them tell the others to find the backpack and kill the kid. They weren't to come back until they did. Two went up the street and two went the other direction. The fifth went back the way they came. I watched for a minute. They went into each open establishment on each side of the street. I went back inside.

"Honey. Stay right here and don't move. I'll hide you here. They are looking for you. You're in trouble."

"Ok."

I got a bar chair and brought it to the speaker and sat it in front of the  girl, then took my jacket off and hung it over the chair. That should keep her hidden.

"It's going to be a bit noisy where you are, honey. My band is about to come back on stage so we can play our next set. It's rock so it will be loud."

"That's ok, mister. I love rock music. Momma always played it loud at home."

"Ok. I'll be in front of you so you should be safe. After our set, we'll see what I can do to help you, ok?"

"Ok. Thank you."

I went back to the band and told them to ignore it if they saw a young girl by the stage. They looked at me funny, but said ok. We headed for the stage. As we went on the stage, one of the thugs came in and looked around. I stood in front of the chair adjusting my guitar strap, watching him out of the corner of my eye. He visually searched the entire bar, then left. I moved towards the front of the stage and we started playing our next set. Before our first song was over, the bar was standing room only. It stayed that way for the whole set.

After the set was over, I told the girl to wait while I checked the street out. I didn't see any of the thugs so I went back in. The bar was cleared out some now. I went and moved the chair and held out my hand for the girl to stand up.

"If you trust me, come with me."

"Where?"

"I have a camper parked outside. You'll be safer in it than in here."

"Ok."

I took her hand and led her out through the side door to my camper. She held tight to my hand. I unlocked and opened the door for her and took her inside it.

"You stay here. You can either sit here at the table or get on the bed. But you need to be quiet so no one will know you're here, ok?"

"You live in here?"

"No, not any more. I have a house. I used to live in this when we were on the road playing in other states."

"Wow! That's so cool!"

"You'll be safe in here. We have one more set to play, then we'll see what we need to do next. There is some food and drinks in here. Help yourself if you  want anything."

"Thank you. Uh...mister? Why are you doing this for me?"

"To be honest, I'm not sure. There is something very familiar about you, but I'm sure we never met. I don't even know your name."

"I'm Shelby."

"Shelby? I like it. That's a cool name. I'm Danny. And, in case you're worried about it, I'm not going to hurt you or anything like that."

"I know that. I don't know how, but I do know it."

I looked at her again in the dim light.

"You'll be able to hear us play, even if you can't see us."

"Good. I like your music a lot. It's the same stuff momma played at home."

"Well, I'll get you home so your mom doesn't worry too much."

"My momma is dead."

"Dead? I'm so sorry, Shelby. Who do you live with?"

"No one. I have a space with the others."

"The others? You mean the street kids?"

"Uh huh."

"You have no home?"

"I have my space."

"Then, I know you're hungry. Eat whatever you want."

"Thank you, mister Danny."

"It's Danny, not mister, ok?"

"Ok, Danny. Thank you."

"I'll be back in an hour or so. Make yourself at home in here."

"Ok."

I looked at her one more time, but I still couldn't place why she looked so familiar. Then I went back in and we set up for our last set. We played it, but it ran on for an hour and a half before we shut it down for the night. I got my guitars and stuff together and loaded on my equipment trailer, then told the guys I had to go take care of some stuff. I went to my camper and went in.

"Shelby?"

No answer. I flipped the light on. She was on the bed sleeping. I closed and locked the door, then went and sat down beside her. I shook her shoulder. Her eyes popped open and she jerked back in fear. Then she saw it was me.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep on your bed."

"It's ok, Shelby. We're done for the night. You and I need to talk."

"About what?"

"About you, and what to do for you."

"What about me?"

"I don't want to leave you on the streets, especially now that those guys are looking for you. I'm pretty sure they figured out you were a street kid so they will know where to go looking for you. Shelby, they were told to find and kill you because of that backpack."

"Kill me? Why?"

"I guess because of whatever is in it."

"I don't know. I never looked."

"I think we need to."

She got it and opened it up. Her eyes got big and she looked at me.

"It's money! Lots of money!"

I looked, then dumped it on the bed. It was twenty stacks of hundred dollar bills! Two hundred thousand dollars! Plus two bundles of drugs, probably cocaine."

"No wonder they wanted it back so bad."

"What do I do now, Danny?"

"I think that we need to give it back to him, all of it."

"How? You said they want to kill me!"

"I'll figure something out. I won't let them hurt you, at all, ever!"

"But, won't they kill you?"

"Not if they want their money and drugs back."

She looked at me with searching eyes. 

"Shelby, I need to take care of you."

"Why? You don't know me and now, you will be in trouble with the mob people because of me."

"I don't know why, I just know I have to. I want to take you to stay at my house."

"Huh? You want me to live with you?"

"Yes, at least until I can get this mess fixed."

"Why? Why do you want to stick your neck out for me?"

"Because something in me tells me I have to. I need to!"

She looked at me again, deeply.

"Where would I have to sleep? With you?"

"I have a spare bedroom. You won't have to do anything you don't want to do. I'm not that kind of man. I'd never knowingly hurt you."

"Ok. I believe you, and I believe I can trust you."

"You know we can't go to your space to get your stuff, don't you."

"Yeah, but I don't have much there anyway. The others won't bother my stuff."

"We will get it as soon as we can."

"Ok."

"Then, let's go home."

I got up and went to the driver's seat. Shelby got up and came to sit beside me. We headed to my house. Shelby saw it was a duplex.

"Who lives beside you in the other half?"

"Sam, my drummer. He lives there by himself."

"Oh, ok."

Sam pulled up as we were headed inside. He got out of his truck with a girl cuddled up next to him. She looked to be thirteen. Sam looked at us, then smiled at us and took his girl in his house. Shelby looked at them, then at me but said nothing.

We went in. Shelby carried the backpack in with her. I showed her around and where her bedroom was. She put the backpack in the closet, then came out to the kitchen where I was. I was making some coffee.

"You drink coffee this late?"

"Every night. I have some to relax before bed time."

"Could I have some, too?"

"You like coffee?"

"Uh huh. Momma let me drink some with her all the time when she was home and not drunk."

We sat and drank our coffee and talked.

"Tell me about your mom and dad."

"Her name was Emily, Emily Jackson. She was a prostitute and druggy. I never knew who my dad was. Mom did. She loved him a lot, but they never married. She  said they lived together for several months, then he went on the road. He was a musician, like you are. Momma said he played rock music, kind of like you do. She said she never told him she was pregnant, but she never said why. Momma used to play the same music he played with his band on her stereo."

"So that's where you got your love for rock music?"

"Uh huh. Momma used to tell me that she fell in love with him because of one song he played. She said she felt the music in her soul when he played it."

"What song was it?"

"I don't know the name, but I know the song. Momma said that if I heard a  band playing it in the Quarter and it moved my soul, that I would know who my daddy was because he was playing it. I used to go around the rock bars to listen to the music, but I never heard any band play that song. She believed that he  would come back to New Orleans eventually, that she would find him again because of that song."

"She must have really loved him."

"She did. She said that whenever she was with a john, she would close her eyes and try to imagine she was with him."

"How did she die?"

"She overdosed on heroin. It happened early last year."

"I'm really sorry to hear that."

"The cops told me they found her dead on the street when they came to get me from school. They tried to put me in a foster home, but I ran away and got my space. I didn't want a foster home."

"How old are you, Shelby?"

"Fourteen."

"I'm sure it wasn't easy for you, but you haven't been hurt, have you?"

"No. There were a couple of men who wanted to pay me for sex and didn't want to take no for an answer, but I got away from them. I don't want to be a  prostitute if I don't have to be."

"Good. I don't want you to be one either. In fact, you can stay here as long as you want to. I'll be happy to take care of you."

"I can? You want me to live here for good? With you?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because you need a place to live. You deserve a home, not a space."

"Can I think about it?"

"Sure. No rush, and no pressure."

"Could I go with you when you play your music?"

"If you want, I'd be happy to take you with me."

"Even on the road?"

"Yes, if we ever go on the road again, you could go, too."

"How long were you on the road before?"

"About fifteen years, off and on. Mostly on."

"That's a long time."

"Yes, but we went to every state except Hawaii. That's why I have the camper."

"Were you ever married?"

"No. I never wanted to be married until I was through being on the road. That would not have been a good life for a wife to have to live."

"Yeah, I guess that would be hard."

"Shelby, I'm sorry. It just dawned on me that you might want a hot shower."

"I do, but I don't have anything clean to put on."

"I have something you can wear and I'll wash your clothes for you."

"Thank you. I miss getting a hot shower."

"Come on."

We got up and I took her to my room to pick out a shirt to wear. She found one and I showed her where everything was in the bathroom. I went back and got another cup of coffee while she showered. When she came out, I was in my chair in the den. She had her clothes with her. I took them and went to the back where the laundry room was and put them washing. She watched, then we went back to the den. I sat back in my chair and she took our cups and poured us some coffee.

She brought them to the den and leaned over to sit mine on the end table. Her shirt fell open and I got to see her beautiful little tits and all the way down her body. She had 30A tits with small nipples and wispy black hair between her legs. Now that she was clean and not wearing her baggy clothes, I saw that she had a very beautiful body, too. She was very slender with skinny legs and a  nice round ass. Her hair was black and down to her shoulder blades and her eyes were beautiful blue. She sat on the sofa and put her legs under her.

"Danny, this reminds me of home."

"How so?"

"Getting to sit with momma and wearing only my night shirt. I love being bare foot."

"Well, I'll be honest with you. I like the look on you. You've gone from being really cute to very beautiful."

She blushed.

"Thank you. It feels so much better being clean for a change. I rarely got a hot shower on the streets."

"Thank you for trusting me enough to come stay here. All of a sudden, it feels like this is a home instead of just a house."

"Really? It feels like a home to me, too."

"I'd be very happy if it was your home."

"I think I would be, too."

"Well, I'm going to bed. You go when you're ready. There is a lock on your door, by the way, in case you want to use it."

"Thank you. Good night, Danny. Thank you for all this."

"You're welcome, Shelby."

I got up and went to bed.

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The next morning, I was up drinking coffee when Shelby emerged from her room. She made a beeline to the coffee pot and got a cup then came to sit by me at the table. We sat in silence until she got her second cup.

"Danny, I'd forgotten what it felt like to sleep in a bed."

"So, you were comfortable?"

"Very. It was so nice that I didn't want to get up."

"You didn't have to if you weren't ready to."

"The coffee smelled too good. I had to get up."

"Hmmmm, you sound just like me in the morning."

"Is there anything we have to do today?"

"I plan on taking you shopping for clothes and stuff you need, but I think I need to handle this business with Marcello first. I don't want to take you out in public until it is."

"You don't have to do that, Danny. That's a lot of money. And I'm scared of you going to Marcello."

"I have to see Marcello. I can't keep you safe until I do. And I have money and you need clothes, and other feminine stuff."

"Please be careful, Danny."

"I will be. You stay inside and make yourself at home. We have satellite tv and a good stereo. Don't open the door for anyone, ok?"

"Ok."

I went and got the backpack then headed down to the Quarter. I knew how I could find Marcello. I went to the bar to find Chuck. He knew Marcello and I figured he could get me to him. I told him the situation. He made a call then gave me an address. I headed that way and parked away from the house and walked up to it. It wasn't a mansion, but it was close to it. I rang the bell. Some goon answered. I told him who I was. He brought me to Marcello's office.

"Come in, Mr. Devereaux."

"Thank you for seeing me, sir."

"I hear you have something of mine."

"Yes sir. I believe I do."

"Where is it?"

"I have it near by, in a safe place."

"I assume you want something from me in exchange for it?"

"Yes sir, I do. But not what you're thinking. All I'm asking for is that you call off your men and leave the girl alone. She found the backpack and didn't  know it was yours or what was in it. She's a street kid who was looking for food or clothes. She wasn't trying to steal from you."

"If that's the case and it is returned in full, then I have no reason to waste my men's time looking for her."

"It is true, sir, and she took nothing from the backpack. You have my word."

"Your word means nothing to me since I don't know you."

"You know Chuck, from the bar, and he can vouch for me."

He looked at me, then smiled.

"You're the Danny Devereaux who has the band that plays there?"

"Yes sir."

"Then, I do know who you are. My daughter has gone to see you play several  times here and in Texas. She loves your band and music. You make her very happy. She would be thrilled to know you were in our home."

"Thank you for that. If she comes to see us again, I'd be happy to meet her and even dedicate any song she wants to hear us play to her."

"That would thrill her no end. Thank you. I'll tell her what you said."

"Well, sir. If you will call off your men, I'll go get your backpack."

"You have my word, Mr. Devereaux."

"Thank you. I've heard that you are a man of your word. I'll be back in ten minutes."  

I went to my camper and got the backpack and brought it back to Marcello. He took it and looked in it. He smiled and thanked me, then shook my hand. I left and went home. 

I went in to tell Shelby but stopped short when I saw her. She was walking out of the bathroom, naked. I just stared at her, she was so beautiful. She saw me and blushed then rushed to her room. She came out in my shirt a minute later.

"I'm sorry, Danny. I didn't think you would be back so soon."

"Don't be sorry. This is your home, too. Besides, you are incredibly beautiful."

"Thank you. It feels like home to me. I think I will be happy being here with you, if you still want me to."

"I do, very much. And, if you like wandering around here naked, I'm ok with that as long as no one else is here. Sam rarely comes over."

"You are? I used to be naked at home when momma wasn't home. It feels so good to be that way. I've never done it when anyone was with me."

"You still can here, Shelby. I'll let you know when I'm on my way home so you can be dressed if you want me to."

"No, this is your home. I won't do that to you. And I see how much you liked seeing me like that. It made me feel good inside that you think I'm pretty. I know I'm not. I'm too skinny and I have no boobs, but thank you for saying I am."

"Shelby, I'm not just saying you are. To me, you are incredibly beautiful and very sexy."

"You really think that?"

"I do, completely."

She got a tear in her eye and hugged me. I hugged her back, then led her to the sofa and we sat.

"Shelby, I talked to Marcello. He is calling his people off. They won't be bothering you any more."

"Really! You made him do that?"

"No, I didn't make him do it. We made a gentleman's agreement. I gave him his stuff back and agreed to dedicate a song to his daughter when she comes to hear us play, and he called his dogs off. He gave me his word."

"And you believed him? He's a mobster!"

"Yes, but his word is gold. He will not go back on it."

"And you trust him?"

"Yes. Completely, as far as you are concerned. He is a man of his word and his reputation is very important to him."

"Ok. Thank you. Does that mean I can go out now?"

"Yes, but not dressed like that."

She giggled. 

"I would never do that, Danny. Would you be jealous?"

"I'm afraid I would be, even though I have no right to be. I feel responsible for you."

"Why?"

"Because I like you and care about you. I feel like I have to take care of you and keep you safe. I know I'm not your daddy, your husband, or your boyfriend, but that's how I feel."

"You don't have to take care of me."

"I want to, that's why I feel like I have to."

"You care that much about me? You don't even know me."

"I know what I need to know. The rest will come in time if you will move in here permanently and let me take care of you."

"I don't know you very well, but I do know how much you care. You have already showed me that. It's scary, the thought of living here permanently, but it also feels like it's the right thing to do at the same time."

"I don't want you to feel pressured to do something you aren't sure about, but this right here feels so right, so natural."

"Would you even want a daughter? Want me to be your daughter?"

"That's where it's scary for me."

"Why?"

"On the surface, I think I'd love to have a daughter just like you. But, I've seen you naked twice now. To be honest, that gives me thoughts I should never have for a daughter."

"You saw me twice?"

"Yes, sort of. Obviously when I came in today was one time. The other was  last night when you brought me my coffee and you bent over. I could see clear down to your knees."

"I didn't realize that. You got horny seeing me?"

"Yes."

"But you didn't try to do anything to me last night or today."

"Doesn't mean I don't want to. I will never force myself on anyone or ever do anything to hurt or harm you at all."

She looked at me like she was searching my soul. Finally, she appeared to make up her mind about something.

"Yes, if you want me, I would be happy to live with you, Danny."

"I do want you to, Shelby. Thank you. I promise to make you as happy as I can."

"I am already, Danny."

"Then we need to run a few errands."

"What errands?"

"We need to get your stuff from your space, and I need to buy you some clothes and stuff."

"You don't need to do that, Danny."

"Yes, I do. If you are going to go with me to the bar or to other gigs around New Orleans, you have to be dressed. It's a rule."

"You want me to go with you when you play?"

"If you want, I'd love it. I'd like to play for you. You will be my audience of one that I play for."

"Thank you! I'd love to go every time you play anywhere."

"Ok, so you need clothes."

"Ok."

We got ready and went shopping after I took her to get her stuff, which wasn't much. She was happy she could see some of her friends there to say bye to. They were genuinely happy for her. We got home several hours later with a  big dent in the bank account, but Shelby had clothes she really liked and we had food.

Shelby got settled in and we got used to each other being there all the time over the next few days. It didn't take long before we were totally comfortable with being together. The following Wednesday, things changed for us.

It started with a phone call from Chuck.

"Danny, this is Chuck."

"Hi, Chuck. What's up?"

"I hope you haven't gotten yourself in trouble being mixed up with the Marcello family, Danny."

"The Marcello family?"

"Yes. Julia Marcello has been in here twice looking for you. We didn't know where you were or where y'all were playing. She seemed very unhappy about not being able to find you."

"Chuck, I don't know Julia Marcello. Never met her. Why is she looking for me?"

"I don't know. I assumed you and her might be...uh...you know, together."

"No, we aren't."

"Well, she said she was going home to see her daddy."

"No idea, Chuck."

"Well, watch your back, buddy."

"I will, thanks."

Shelby asked what that was all about. It dawned on me that she wanted to see us to play, and get a song dedicated to her. I told Shelby what I thought it was about. She asked if I had been seeing Julia. I reminded her that I'd been with  only her for the past few days. 

"Are you jealous at the thought of me being with Julia?"

"Yes."

"Thank you, Shelby. That actually means a lot to me."

"Why?"

"Because it tells me you care."

"I do, Danny. I probably shouldn't be, but I can't help it."

"It's ok."

The phone rang again two hours later.

"Danny, Chuck here."

"Hi, Chuck."

"Are y'all booked anywhere right now?"

"No, I haven't tried to get us anything permanent yet."

"Good. I got a call from Carlos Marcello. He told me to hire y'all to play Thursday through Saturday at the bar every week for the rest of the summer."

"He wants you to hire us?"

"Yes, and I'm to pay you seventy-five hundred a week to do it."

"Seventy-five hundred? You can't afford that much, Chuck."

"I don't have to. He's footing the bill. Will y'all do it? He's waiting on me to call him back."

"I'll have to check with the band, but for that much, I'm sure they will."

"Let me know quick, please."

"Ok."

Shelby looked at me. I motioned for her to wait while I made a group call.  Everyone of the band members were all for it. I called Chuck back to tell him.

"Well, Shelby. Looks like we're working the rest of the summer."

"Great! Now I get to hear you play regular. I can come with you, right?"

"You better be coming with me."

She grinned, then jumped in my arms and kissed me. I held her, my hands holding her cute little round ass, squeezing it.

"Are you going to be jealous when Julia Marcello gets a song dedicated to her?"

"Yes, but it will be ok as long as that's all she gets. I've seen her picture in a magazine. She's very beautiful."

"I have no earthly idea what she looks like."

Shelby went and got the magazine and showed me. I wasn't impressed.

"You don't think she's beautiful?"

"She's pretty, but that's all to me."

"She's way better looking than I'll ever be."

"Not to me, she isn't."

Shelby looked at me intently, then smiled.

"You really do mean that, don't you?"

"I do, Shelby. You are beautiful. She isn't."

"Thank you, Danny. I knew I was right."

"About what?"

"You'll see."

She kissed my cheek, then went in and fixed us some dinner. I went to my desk and got on my computer and put together a play list for the next three nights. Shelby came to see while dinner cooked.

"Shelby, is there any song you want us to play, me to play, for you?"

"You're going to dedicate one to me?"

"I could, but every song I play will be played for you. You are who I care about, remember?"  

She looked at me, a tear in her eye again. Then she hugged me and held me very tight. I put my arm around her.

"Danny, I really do think we are supposed to be together."

"I agree. I really don't want any other girl in my life but you."

She kissed me again, on the lips. I kissed her back. Then she looked in my eyes. Her eyes were sparkling. She told me the song she wanted me to play. I put it as the song we would open with. She smiled at that then she got up, and leaned over and put her hands on my shoulder. I looked and saw clear down to her knees again, only this time, her little nipples were hard. Then she kissed me on the lips and I responded. She smiled at me, knowing I had looked. Then she went to see about dinner. I was so confused by her actions. I chalked it up to her hormones.

We ate dinner. She was very animated now, talking about the songs on the play list. I didn't know if it was because she was excited about seeing us play or because of some decision she had reached. I didn't even care which. She was happier than I had seen her now and I liked it. I also liked that she leaned over a lot so I got to see a lot of her tits, like she wanted me to see them! I was glad she took over my shirt as her normal in home clothes. 

After dinner, I sat on the sofa with my coffee while she did dishes. I told her she was beginning to spoil me with her cooking and cleaning. She said that was her goal, to spoil me since I gave her a home. After she finished, she came and sat by me drinking her coffee. She put her legs under her and leaned over, resting her head on my shoulder. I moved my arm and put it around her shoulders and she cuddled up to me. Life was perfect!

"Shelby, this is what has been missing in my life."

"What?"

"Having you here with me, cuddled up, and me holding you."

"I like it, too. You're very comfortable, and I feel your strength and caring by the way you hold me."

"I hope this never ends."

"I don't think it will, Danny. As you said, this is our home now."

"Mmmmmmm, that sounds so good...our home."

"Mm hmm."

I moved my other hand to lift her chin up. She looked at me then closed her eyes. I leaned down and kissed her. She responded with a kiss. We cuddled together. Neither of us speaking. Both of us enjoying the moment.

After a while, I hugged and kissed her then got up to head for bed. She smiled at me as I walked into my room. I stripped and crawled in to the bed and got comfortable. Sleep didn't come. I laid there thinking about Shelby. I knew it was wrong. She was only fourteen. I heard her go to her room.

A few minutes later, I moved to turn out the light. There was a knock on my door.

"Danny, are you asleep?"

"No, Shelby. What do you need?"

"You. I'm scared."

"Scared? What are you scared of?"

"This."

She stepped in my room, naked! I stared at her.

"Danny, I want you, but I'm scared. I don't know how to make love, but I want to. I'm scared you don't, but I'm tired of doing myself wishing it was you. Now I know how momma felt."

"Are you absolutely sure it's what you want, Shelby?"

"Mm hmm. I have wanted it for a couple of days, but I was too scared you  would say no."

"It's so wrong, but I want you too, honey."

"You do?"

"Yes. I've wanted you since the first night."

"Really! You never did anything. You could have if you wanted to. I couldn't have stopped you. Now, I won't stop you because I want you, too."

I held out my hand to her and she came to me, taking it. I pulled her down on the bed and took her in my arms and kissed her, deeply. She responded with fire and passion. I got up to turn the light out. She stopped me.

"No. I want to see you and I want you to see me. I know how much you like  looking at me naked and looking at my little boobs."

In response, I sat back down beside her and put my arms around her and locked my lips on hers. I rolled her onto her back and laid beside her, gazing at her naked beauty. I started kissing her neck and shoulder then down to her hard little nipples. I cupped each of her tits in my hands and kissed them before sucking one then the other in my mouth and licking her nipples. She moaned in genuine pleasure at the sensations.

I moved my hand to her mound then ran my finger lightly down her slit. She spread her legs wide for me. I put my finger back at the top of her slit and pushed it down slowly, between her lips and over the tip of her clit. It was swollen and sensitive now. She squirmed a bit, moaning. I moved on down to her opening. It was very wet and hot and tight. 

I slipped my finger in her almost to the first knuckle before I encountered her cherry. She moaned louder and started rocking her hips. I moved to between her legs and kissed her clit and licked down to her opening. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm...oooooooohhhhhhhhhhh, Danny! I just knew it would feel so good with you!"

I licked back up to her clit and teased it with my tongue. She started jerking as her orgasm started.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Her hips rocked as she reached her peak, then started coming down. I pushed  her legs open and spread her lips with my thumbs then stuck my tongue in her opening. She jerked again as I flicked my tongue all around her.

"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Danny! Ooohhhhhhhh, it feels so good!"

I started rubbing my thumb over her clit, and she started rocking her hips and moaning even louder. I brought her to the edge of her next orgasm, then had her get on top of me as I laid on my back. I started rubbing and pinching her nipples as I talked to her.

"Honey, you know the first time will hurt. There's no way around it."

"I know, Danny. Momma told me about first time sex."

"I'll be as gentle as I can. That's why you're on top. You take me at the pace that is most comfortable for you. Take you time. We have all night."

"I will. Thank you for considering my feelings and comfort first. Momma said most men or boys wouldn't."

"She's right, honey."

"She once told me that she wished my daddy was her first because he was so loving and gentle with her."

"He obviously cared for your mom a lot."

"Mm hmm. Kind of like how you are with my boobs! I'm getting so horny from  what you're doing to them. You really do like them, I guess."

"I really do. Are you ready?"

"Uh huh."

"Take my dick in your hand and rub it all around your opening to get it slick so it will go in you easier."

She reached between her legs and wrapped her hand around my dick and rubbed herself with it. Her hips started rocking again.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm...this is like momma's dildo!"

I stopped her and started pulling her hips down as I slowly pushed up in her. I got half my crown in her. I lifted her up and had her sit back down on me. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...it feels so good even if it does hurt a little."

She rose up and sat back down harder. My crown hit her cherry. It was almost all the way in her. She winced and stopped. I told her to wait until she was ready. While she waited, I moved a hand to put my thumb on her clit again,  rubbing over the top of it. She jerked again, then rose up and sat down slower but with more pressure. I felt her cherry on me.

"Honey, when I go any deeper in you, I'll be breaking your cherry. Once that  happens, wait until the pain passes. Then we can really make love because it won't hurt anymore after that."

"Ok, Danny. I'm ready. I want to make love to you, with you."

"Go when you're ready."

She rose up and hesitated. I pinched her nipple and her clit. She moaned and sank back down on me. She kept pushing, her eyes screwed shut, tears slipping out the corner of her eyes. Suddenly, I slipped deep in her. She cried out and laid down on my chest. I put my arms around her and held her, kissing her head. I felt her tears on my chest. She was so hot, so wet, and very tight.

"Oooooowwww, that hurt so bad, Danny. I'm glad its over with."

"I'm so sorry, Shelby. I wish it didn't have to hurt so bad before you can have so much enjoyment."

She looked up and we kissed deeply. It was a long, wet kiss. I rubbed down her back to her ass and squeezed it. She began to slowly ride me. I went deeper in her each time until I hit her cervix. She was moving faster on me now. Her cries had turned to moans of pleasure. I had both hands on her tits, squeezing and rubbing them. She started rocking her hips. She gripped my shoulders tightly as she started another orgasm.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn...nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn....nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn ...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

She ground herself on me. I blew my load deep in her, filling her womb with my sperm. Her orgasm was long, her contractions pushing my softening dick out of her vagina. When she calmed down, she leaned down and we kissed. I rolled us over on our side and I held her. We rested a bit. 

"Oh, Danny! That was incredible! I never felt anything like that ever before. I felt you so deep in me, and I felt when you put your stuff in me. That was so awesome!"

"Yes, it was awesome. You are awesome, Shelby. I've never made love to anyone like you before!"

"Really, Danny?"

"Really, my Shelby."

"Your Shelby. I am your Shelby now. I think I was always supposed to be yours, Danny."

"I guess that makes me yours."

"Yes. I think that is only fair. I'm yours, you're mine."

"Works for me."

"I hate to move, but I need to go to the bathroom. There is a lot of stuff coming out of me all over the bed."

"Ok, honey."

She got up and ran to the bathroom. I got up and changed the sheets. A few minutes later, she came out of the bathroom, walking gingerly. She headed for her bedroom.

"Shelby, where are you going? Are you ok?"

"I'm going to bed. I'm ok, just a little sore."

"Shelby, would you sleep with me tonight?"

"You want me in your bed?"

"I want you in our bed."

"Our bed?"

"Mm hmm. I want to sleep with you, hold you all night, wake up with you in my arms."

"Could I? I want that too, Danny."

"Please come to our bed."

She turned and came towards me. I got up and went to her and scooped her up in my arms and held and kissed her. Then I laid her on the bed. I crawled in  beside her and held her. She cried in my arms. When she was done, we kissed slowly, tenderly.

"Danny, I didn't think you wanted this."

"I do, but it has to be what you want, too."

"It is. I've wanted this since the first night I was here."

"If you want, we can make it permanent."

"You want me to move in your room?"

"Yeah, but then it would be our room."

"Yes, Danny. I will. I want to feel you holding me. I want to know what it feels like to wake up in your arms in the morning, and every morning."

"Oh, my Shelby!"

We kissed and cuddled and she snuggled up in my arms. I held her close and we slept that way. We woke up that way, together. We kissed and I held her tight.

"This is my idea of perfect, Shelby. I don't think I ever want to let you go."

"Mmmmmmm...I don't think I want you to let me go, ever."

"You really feel that way?"

"Um hmm. I do. Now I know how momma felt."

"You're on the verge of making me the happiest man on earth, Shelby."

"Oh, Danny. I knew all this was so right!"

"I felt that too, honey."

"You do have to let me go right now, Danny."

"Huh? Why?"

"I have to go pee."

"Oh. If you insist."

"I do, but I'll be right back to you, where I belong, in your arms."

She got up and went to the bathroom. I watched her walk. So sexy! When she  came back in, she saw my guitar in the corner and looked at it. She crawled back in bed and into my waiting arms. I held her and kissed her. We snuggled close together.

"That's a weird looking guitar, Danny. Do you actually play it?"

"I do, rarely. It's special made. I use it for only one song. One day, I'll play it for you."

"Ok. I'd like that. Want me to go make some coffee?"

"Please. I need a potty break now, too."

We kissed and she went to make coffee while I went to pee and get cleaned up. When I came out, she was just pouring us some coffee. I sat on the sofa. She looked at me.

"Not at the table?"

"I can't hold you and cuddle with you at the table."

"Mmmmm, ok!"

She brought the coffee and sat next to me. We cuddled as we had our coffee.

"Shelby, I got to tell you, seeing you walk around here naked is the most beautiful and sexy thing I've ever seen."

"Thank you, Danny. I know you really do mean that. It really means a lot to me that you feel that way. I'd be happy to stay this way for you as much as you want."

"I'd love that too, my Shelby, but that would make me want to make love to you all the time."

"I'd be ok with that, too, my Danny. I've never felt anything like that  before. I want to make love with you every day."

"Could we do nights too?"

"We can do it all day and all night if you would like."

"Shelby, I'm going to spend my life trying to make you as happy as you make me."

"I don't know how to do much, so you'll have to teach me. Everything."

"My pleasure, my Shelby."

She got up to get us more coffee. When she came back, I took the cups from her and sat them on the table then pulled Shelby in my lap. I kissed her, my tongue exploring her entire mouth, my hands rubbing and fondling her tits. She put her arms around my neck and we kissed deeply. I put my hands on her ass and pulled her up where I could make oral love to her tits. I rubbed my hand all over her ass then down to her vagina. She jerked as I rubbed in her vagina.

"Owe, Danny. That hurts some."

"I'm sorry, honey. It's probably too soon from last night."

"I'm sorry. I know you want to again. We can. It'll be ok."

"No, honey. If it hurts, it isn't ok. Not for me. We have the rest of our lives. A few hours or a day won't make a difference."

"You're serious about this being permanent!"

"I am. Aren't you?"

"Yes, but I'm scared of it too."

"You know I'll never hurt you, right?"

"Yes."

"Then there is nothing to be scared of. I'll kill anyone who try's to hurt you or come between us."

"I believe you would too, Danny."

"Then you know I'm serious about you, and us."

"You're going to make me cry again. I wish momma could have met you. I think  she would have liked you."

"You think she would have been ok with us? With our living together like this?"

"Yes."

"If that's true, your mom was indeed special."

"She was. I miss her."

I hugged her.

That evening, we got cleaned up and headed for the bar. I told Shelby that, in public, she had to be my daughter. She understood. We did our show, then headed home.

When we got inside, she started to take her clothes off. I stopped her. She looked at me, a confused look on her face.

"Let me do that, please."

A smile broke out on her face and she raised her arms, waiting for me. I put my hands on her hips and slid them up her sides, taking her shirt with them. I paused as her tits came into view so I could rub my thumbs over the tips of her already hard little nipples. She sucked a breath in and moaned a little, her eyes closing. I finally pulled her shirt off her, then kneeled down and pushed her pants to the floor. She stepped out of them, then I ran my hands up her legs to her panties. She shivered as I ran my fingers between her legs and up her slit and over her clit, her legs spreading open for me. I slipped a finger in her panty leg and onto her slit, then pulled her panties down to the floor. She stepped out of them. I put my hands on her ass cheeks and and pulled her to my mouth, licking her slit and over her clit. She pulled my head closer on her as she moaned, her hips trying to rock. I kept up licking and nibbling on her clit and fingering her vagina until she had her orgasm standing there.

I stood up and scooped her in my arms and carried her to the kitchen table and sat her on the edge. I sat in front of her and spread her legs wide open and started licking from her from her opening to her clit and back. She laid back  and I pushed her legs up and rimmed her ass with my tongue while I rubbed my thumb over her clit. She moaned and pulled her legs to her chest. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Danny! Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhh...mmmmmmm!"

I continued until she was on the verge of another orgasm, then I stood up and took my pants off and rubbed my dick around on her before I slid it deep in her vagina, all the way to her cervix. I started pumping in and out of her. Her orgasm hit.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Her contractions and her tight wetness pushed me into mine and I flooded her womb with my sperm. She rocked and moaned, her contractions pushing my softening dick out of her. When she calmed down, I scooped her up and carried her to bed. We laid together, cuddling and kissing, until we both fell asleep.

Friday and Saturday was the same. By Sunday morning, I knew I was in love with Shelby. She was my perfect mate. I had no idea what to do with this revelation.

The next week was a blur. Shelby and I made love several times daily. She  loved making love in different positions and different locations. She especially liked jerking me off while I drove. She sucked me off once, but didn't like the taste.

On Saturday, everything changed. Saturday morning, I was holding her on the sofa, loving on her. She abruptly sat up and looked at me.

"Danny, I need to know something. It's been on my mind a lot."

"What's that, honey?"

"What would happen to us if one of us fell in love with the other?"

"Uh...mmm...why would anything have to happen to us?"

"I don't know. That's why I'm asking."

"The only thing I can think of would be that we may become even closer."

"You mean that it would be ok?"

"Yes, why?"

"Because I'm in love with you and I don't know what to do about it. It scares me. I've never been in love before."

"Shelby, would it help for you to know that I've been in love with you for a while, too?"

"What? You have? You're in love with me?"

"Yes."

"Oh, Danny! We are in love with each other! Really in love!"

"Yes, my Shelby. We are."

We made very slow, passionate love the rest of the morning. After lunch, I got a call from Chuck. He told me that Julia Marcello would be there tonight and that she wanted me to play 'Psychic Wars' for her tonight. I thanked him for the update. 

"Well Shelby, my love, you're in for a treat tonight. Julia Marcello will be there and I know what she wants dedicated to her. That means I will bring my  special guitar."

"Cool. I want to hear you play it."

I called the rest of the band to tell them of the change in the play list. We would open the third set with it. 

That evening, we rocked our first two sets. I met Julia in between the sets. Shelby sat in her usual spot by the speaker behind me. When we went on stage for the last set, Julia came and stood in front between me and Mel, our singer. The  lights dimmed and Sam and I led off. Shelby came and stood by Julia, looking at me, shock and fear on her face. I was confused and concerned seeing her like that. The band kicked in and we rolled through the song until the guitar lead started. I rocked it for Shelby. I watched her, but her eyes were closed. By the light of the laser light show, I saw tears rolling down her face. Something was bad wrong and I was clueless what it was. I almost couldn't finish the song. It was a nine and a half minute song. When it was finally over, the crowd roared in approval. I told the band to play a song they didn't need me on, then I left the stage to find Shelby. She was outside, crying.

"Shelby, honey! What's wrong? What happened?"

"That song, Danny! It moved my soul! It's the song momma told me my daddy would play just the way you did! Danny, what's your last name?"

"Huh? Devereaux, why?"

"DD."

I looked at her, stunned. She got something from her purse. It was a picture of her and some lady. She showed it to me. Before I looked at it, I stuttered.

"Shelby, no one ever called me that except Tasha! And exactly the way you said it!"

I looked at the picture, then at Shelby, my mouth wide open!

"That's Tasha, Shelby! You knew Tasha?"

"Tasha was momma's street name! This is me and momma. Danny! You really are my daddy!"

"Shelby, you're my daughter!?!?"

"Danny, what does that mean for us? I'm in love with, and having sex with, my daddy! I don't want to lose us like that!"

"Shelby. Are you serious? Knowing what we know now, you're still in love with me?"

"Yes! I can't lose you, or us!"

"You aren't losing anything, my Shelby. I'm still in love with you. That will never change. I don't want anything about us to ever change! I know how wrong that is, but I don't care! I love you, Shelby."

"You don't? You still want me, even if I'm your daughter?"

"Believe it or not, I want you even more Shelby, daughter or not!"

"Oh, daddy! I love you and I want you too!"

"So this didn't change how you feel?"

"It did, daddy. I love you even more now and I'm even more in love with you."

I hugged her and we kissed deeply. 

"Shelby, let's go finish rocking these people. Then I'm going to rock you tonight."

"Ok, daddy. I'm going to get naked just for you, just for my daddy. I love you."

We went in and I finished our set. We rocked the last eight songs. Even my band felt and heard the difference. Then we packed up and headed for the camper. Shelby got in while I loaded the gear. I got in to find a totally naked Shelby in the front seat. I pulled her in my lap and held her as we drove home. 

When we got home, I carried Shelby inside and straight to our bed. We made very slow passionate love and held each other tight all night.

We made love again the next morning. When we got up and were having our coffee, Shelby went to our room and came back with her birth certificate. I looked at it, the father's name was blank rather than unknown.

"Shelby, do you want us to make it official that you are my daughter?"

"Yes. I'm proud to have you for my daddy. How can we do it?"

"We'll go get a paternity test to prove I'm your daddy, then take that to the hospital and see about getting a new birth certificate issued with me listed as the father and your last name changed to Devereaux."

"Can we do that? Wow. Shelby Devereaux. I like that."

"Me, too."

Monday morning, we got cleaned up and dressed and went to a clinic that specialized in paternity DNA testing. It took an hour to do. The results came back a ninety-nine percent DNA match. Shelby was, without a question, my daughter. I took us to the hospital she was born in and we went to the records section. I showed them the test results that had been signed and notarized and her birth certificate. A half hour later, we had a new birth certificate for Shelby Devereaux.

We went home and I made very passionate love to my daughter. Her passion matched mine. Life was perfect, and only got better for us as we grew older together.

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