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by El Gato

I've been listening to Aerosmith lately. One song just kept going on in my head,

and I couldn't get it out because of the images it evoked. This story is

inspired by the song of the same title, my thanks to the band for writing it.

"Janie got a gunP

whole world's come undone

lookin' straight at the sun

what did her daddy do

what did he put you through"

Lyrics from: 'Janie's Got a Gun' by Aerosmith--Big One's album

This isn't my usual fare. Pay attention to the story codes on this one. -El Gato

 

 

What have I done? My God, what have I done? I have become that which I most

despised, but no longer care. God forgive me, I won't stop making love with my

beautiful baby girl. I have to tell someone, just to unburden my soul.

Where to start? Maybe I should tell you about myself before I get into how this

all happened.

I was born Samuel James Wilhite in the city, but raised on the family farm. My

dad and mom had a little over eighteen hundred acres of farm and ranch land just

over twelve miles from the city. I got to go to school with the city kids, but

also had the freedoms and responsibilities of being on a farm. My father died

when I was only fourteen, and I took on even more responsibilities. My heart

broke each day as I watched my mom slowly waste away after that. She died when I

turned seventeen. A Junior in High School shouldn't have to put up with that

kind of pain. Mom and Dad both had life insurance policies, with an extra one to

cover the loan on the farm. Money was not an issue.

The family lawyer did some fancy footwork, and I was declared an emancipated

minor. Thanks to him, I didn't wind up in foster care. I was an only child, with

no relatives, and the full duties of an adult; all before graduating High

School. If it wasn't for my fathers' early teachings, my few close friends, and

the girl that became my wife, I would have gone crazy.

I met my wife, Serena Berrens, when she was ten. Her folks bought the farm next

to ours, and she started riding the bus to school; getting on just after I did.

She was a scrawny kid, but had the deepest blue eyes. I think I fell in love

with her the first day we met. We went to the same schools, had the same circle

of friends, and went through a lot together as we grew up. I married her just

before our Senior year of High School.

Her Dad was dead set against it; we were much too young and inexperienced to

make such a commitment. He finally caved in when Serena told him she was packing

up to move into my bedroom, one way or another.

She gave him a choice, "Daddy, you can give us your blessings to be married, or

forever know that your baby girl surrendered her virginity to the man she loves

outside of marriage."

That shocked him; he had assumed we were already lovers. We explained that even

though we very much in love, we both wanted to wait until marriage for that kind

of relationship. We were married in June.

Back in school that fall, everyone was counting to see when Serena was going to

deliver the baby. You know, the one that forced us to get married so early.

Lot's of people were disappointed when no baby came, except for our close

friends.

Serena did become pregnant shortly after graduation. I used to kid her it

probably happened on our Senior trip to the Catskills. That round bed was

something else. The pregnancy was normal, but the delivery wasn't. It almost

killed the two most important people in my life. The doctor said another

pregnancy would probably end my wife's life. I wanted to get a vasectomy after

that, but Serena insisted her tubes be tied instead. The one good thing to come

of all this was our baby girl. We named her Cindy, but I called her Sunshine

because she was the light of my life. Grandpa and Grandma Berrens did what

grandparents always do, they tried to spoil her. Serena used to say that I was

worse, though.

The years passed, Cindy grew, and so did our nearby city. I had started building

houses to help keep busy, the farm didn't take enough time with all the modern

tools we had. When the city grew far enough, I developed six hundred acres into

an exclusive walled community and started contracting houses. I made many

friends as I built the home they had dreamed about. Many were just plain folks,

but many were also very influential. Lawyers, judges, commissioners, doctors,

bankers, and a State Senator were counted as my friends now.

One such family was the Thomas's. I built their house just up the street from

mine, and we became friends because they had a ten-year-old daughter in my sweet

Cindy's fourth-grade class at school. Jack Thomas was an investment banker, and

worked long hours. Often he left before Janie got up in the morning and came

home well after his wife and daughter had gone to bed. Janie would ride to and

from school with Cindy, my wife and I taking turns driving them. I guess we were

closer to Janie than her parents, really.

Janie Thomas was a precocious girl with reddish blonde hair, and bright green

eyes that flashed with excitement. My Cindy had taken after her mom, and had

dark blonde hair with those deep blue eyes of her mother. I would often find

Cindy and Janie playing together after school, and watched the laughter and

energy of these two beautiful girls. Janie would often spend the weekend with

Cindy. I would tuck both of them into bed, and kiss their eyes closed to help

them sleep. On one such sleepover, I heard them talking after being tucked in

for the night.

"But Cindy, I just wish MY daddy would tuck me in like this. I never get to see

him, or anything."

"I know, Janie. It just isn't fair he works so hard, but I'm sure he does it

because he wants to take care of you and your mom."

I heard Janie sigh. "I just wished he would show it more, or at least tell me.

Your dad is so nice to me."

"My dad's the greatest. I love him so much." My heart melted when I heard my

baby say this.

"I know. I think I do, too."

I heard them start to talk about other things, and decided it was time to be a

parent. I made a little noise, walked in, and turned on a small lamp in the

corner.

"Alright, young ladies. Tomorrow is a school day and you should both be asleep.

I'll tuck you in one more time, and this time go to sleep for me. OK?" I looked

from Cindy to Janie; both were covered, but had their arms on top of the

blankets.

I heard, "Yes, Daddy." And "Yes, Mr. Wilhite."

I went to Cindy, and as I bent to kiss her eyes she reached up and pulled me in

for a hug. "I love you, Daddy." She kissed my lips softly, and closed her eyes;

her arms back on the blankets.

"I love you too, Sunshine." I kissed her eyes, and forehead.

I went to Janie's' bed. She pulled me down for a hug that was stronger than my

daughters. "I love you, Mr. Wilhite." Janie kissed me quickly, and turned me

loose.

"I love you too, sweetheart." I kissed her eyes, turned off the light, and went

to bed.

A couple of years of birthdays, pool parties, slumber parties, sock hops and

school rides passed. I watched Cindy and Janie start to bloom into young women

with a fathers pride for them both. Then one day, something changed.

"Janie rode to school with her dad this morning." My wife told me at lunch.

"That's great. Maybe he's finally got some time to start spending with his

family, now. That's wonderful."

I went to pick up Cindy and Janie that afternoon from school, but I could tell

something was wrong. Janie wasn't talking, and Cindy was looking back and forth

to me for guidance. I told Janie I hoped she was feeling better tomorrow.

The next few days Janie rode to school with her dad, and her mother picked her

up. Cindy was worried about her. She wasn't talking in class, and stayed away

from her and everyone else during lunch and recess. I was getting worried, too.

The world exploded for the Thomas family that Friday night.

I was watching some late night news when there was a knock at the door. When I

looked out, it was Janie. I opened the door, and could tell she was a mess. Her

nightie was torn, her hair in disarray, she had been crying, but she was staring

without seeing. Then I saw the gun.

I knelt in front of her, and held out my hand. "Janie, give that to me, please

honey." She moved woodenly and placed it in my hand. I gently set it on the

floor inside the doorway. "Come on sweetheart, let's get in from the cold." She

didn't move, but didn't object when I picked her up, her arms automatically

going about my neck. I took her into the kitchen where Serena was preparing some

things for the next day, and placed Janie in a chair. That's when I saw the

blood on my arm as I pulled it from beneath her. You could see where it had run

down the insides of her thighs.

I showed Serena the blood, and she gasped. "Call 911, tell them we need an

ambulance and the police. I'll try to check on Janie."

I knelt in front of Janie. "Talk to me, Janie. Tell me what happened,

sweetheart." She just looked at me and cocked her head. "Please Janie, talk to

me, baby. I love you." She jerked, and then after blinking several times seem to

focus on me. She ran into me so hard it almost knocked me over, her arms

squeezing my neck as she cried into my shoulder.

"My daddy! My Daddy!" she sobbed as she wept. I calmed her down some, and she

told me what had happened.

Her father had started to 'tuck her in' at night a few months ago. Julie was

overjoyed; at last her daddy was paying her attention. Then she noticed the way

he was looking at her when she climbed into bed at night, and he started to

touch her as she lay in bed, and had her touch him.

"And, and, and last night he had been drinking. He came into my room to tuck me

in, like, and he started touching me between my legs. I told him to stop, that

it wasn't right, but that just made him angry. He hit me, and tore my dress, and

then he... Then he... He climbed on top of me, he tried to kiss me, but I was

trying to push him off. And he hurt me so bad, it hurt so bad, I couldn't

breathe, couldn't scream. I just lay there under him, listening to him grunt."

She took a deep breath. "I got very quiet. He finished in me, and said I was a

'good girl'. That I was going to be his 'good girl' from now on." Another deep

breath. "I waited until I heard him go into their bedroom. Then I got up and

went downstairs to his desk and got his gun. I went into their room. I could see

him on the bed, could smell him, taste him still in my mouth. I raised the gun,

and heard my mother sob. I looked at her, she was asleep, she was crying in her

sleep." Julie was crying again, and then she took another deep breath. "I

couldn't do it. Not to mommy. I couldn't hurt him in mommies' bed. I turned to

leave them, I was just going to go away." She pulled back to look at me. "How

did I get here, Mr. Wilhite?"

I was seething inside, but had to be calm for Janie. "I found you on my

doorstep, sweetheart. You wandered over here, and now you're going to be safe.

I'll make sure of that, baby." She threw her arms around my neck and held on

tight, softly sobbing.

I convinced Janie to let Serena hold her while I made some phone calls by

telling her I needed to make sure Cindy wasn't afraid. I called Serena's dad to

ask him to come over quick, I'd explain when he got here. In between dealing

with the paramedics and the police when they arrived, I made several calls. I

was angry, and wanted to move fast to help Janie. Serena's dad stayed in the

house with Cindy, one cop rode with me in the ambulance as he took my statement,

while his partner followed us to the hospital. Serena followed behind in our

car.

The judge I had called made sure a policewoman stayed with us while Janie was

taken to surgery. While they were repairing the physical damage done to her, a

call came through letting us know that Jack Thomas was in custody, and that

there was clear evidence of the rape. Janie's mother was so out of it from pills

and booze she didn't know anything was going on. The doctor came out after

several hours and told us Janie was going to be fine. There had been a bad tear

of her vagina, but in time she would heal and have a normal life. Normal life, I

snorted at that, and the doctor gave me an understanding look. Serena and I went

in to the recovery room to wait until she awoke.

During her recovery Serena and I made sure one of us was always in her room.

Grandpa and Grandma Berrens would stay with Janie at the hospital or Cindy at

home, wherever they were needed. Several judges, doctors, and lawyers helped me

to get the paperwork I wanted drawn up and pushed through in record time. Four

days after her ordeal, we were ready.

A small entourage entered Janie's' room. There was a district judge, court

recorder, two lawyers (one for Janie), Serena, Cindy, and myself. When the court

recorder was ready, the judge spoke to Janie.

"Janie, I'm judge Sinclair. I'm very sorry to make your acquaintance in this

manner, and even more sorry that I have to ask you some very hard questions. Do

you think you could answer some questions for me, Janie?"

Janie smiled, weakly. "I'll do my best, sir."

The judge asked her about her family life, about school, about what she thought

about my family and Cindy. At the end of the short ordeal, the judge made a

formal statement that my petition had been granted. I signed some papers, and

everyone left the room, leaving a very confused girl behind. Cindy, Serena, and

myself came quickly back to Janie. I sat in the chair next to her while Cindy

sat on the bed with her friend. I told Cindy she must be still and not cause

Janie any pain from bouncing around. Then I took Janie's' hand in mine.

"Janie, do you know what just happened?"

"No, sir. I don't understand it, at all."

"Well, before I tell you could I ask you a question?"

"Uh-huh."

"Would you like to live with us? You could have your own room, or you could stay

with Cindy if that's what the both of you would like. How does that sound?"

"That would be wonderful! Could I, please?"

"Then it's settled. You can live with us. Cindy will be your sister, Serena will

be your mommy, and I'll be you daddy now."

Cindy was looking at me with eyes big as saucers. "Is it true? Janie can be my

sister now?" Janie was trying to watch both of us, wide-mouthed disbelief on her

face.

"Yes, Sunshine. It's true. I promise."

Cindy carefully got off her new sisters' bed, and flew into my arms. She rained

kisses on my face. "Thank you, daddy! Thank you!" Then she put her arm around my

neck and held me tight. "I love you so much, daddy!" Serena watched on, bemused

as Cindy went back to Janie and hugged her, too.

Janie was soon well enough to come home, and my girls decided they wanted to

share a room together. Cindy's' room wasn't big enough (I thought), so I decided

to build a new house with a larger bedroom for them. I was uncertain of tucking

them in at night until Janie took me by the hand, insisting she felt safer when

I tucked them in at night. I almost cried, but never missed a night after that.

We settled in our new house, and Serena and I were content watching our girls

grow up. Two more years passed, birthdays, slumber parties, pool parties, first

crushes on boys; I watched it all. My little girls were turning into stunning

young women. I asked each of them on their birthday if they were getting old

enough to want me to stop tucking them in at night. 'I hope I'm never that old,

daddy.' was the answer both gave to me.

Shortly after Janie's' fifteenth birthday, the unthinkable happened. Serena was

coming home after visiting Grandpa Berrens and was struck by a drunk driver that

ran a red light. My life was over. On the ride to the gravesite, Cindy and Janie

hugged me tight.

"Don't worry, daddy. We'll take care of you." Each in turn kissed my cheek, and

told me they loved me. All I could do is cry.

It was a beautiful sunny day when my Serena was laid to rest. There were many

friends and loved ones present to say goodbye, and to let us know she will be

missed. One of the doctors gave me some pills to take to help me sleep, and said

I was to see him in a couple of days. I thanked him for his thoughtfulness and

kindness. After we returned home, I took one of the pills and went to sleep. It

was the first night I failed to tuck in my girls.

I threw myself more into my work, hoping the physical exhaustion would help me

forget the dull ache that was my soul. I still took my girls to school and

picked them up, even taking them to all their activities. But every spare moment

I filled with labor, either at the farm or at a jobsite. After about a month,

Cindy and Janie came to me to tuck them in for the night. I started crying

uncontrollably, and told them I just couldn't do that right now. They just

looked at each other and went to bed.

The days passed, and I stopped talking to anyone that wasn't calling about work.

The Berrens stopped by, but I just couldn't talk to them. Cindy and Janie

enjoyed the visit, though. One of the doctors stopped by, and tried to talk me

into seeing a therapist friend of his. I tried to tell him I didn't need that

kind of help, and thanked him when he gave me some more pills to help me sleep.

I finished the last house I had a contract for, and sold the business.

The girls took more responsibility for cooking and cleaning, and could do quite

well fending for themselves. I came home from the farm one evening just before

Janie's sixteenth birthday to find Grandpa and Grandma Berrens there, and a

woman I'd never met before. Cindy introduced the woman as a teacher that had

just moved to the district. Janie took me to the kitchen to let me know she was

single, and needed to find new friends in a strange city. We had a polite and

pleasant, if not strained dinner that evening.

After our guests had left, I set the girls down and talked to them. The first

I'd done in several weeks.

"Please don't bring another woman into the house for me." I faced Cindy. "Your

mother was the only woman I ever knew and loved. I have no need for anyone

else." I took both their hands in mine. "Besides, I have both of you. Now go get

ready for bed, school tomorrow."

They smiled weakly, and got up to leave. Cindy took a couple of steps, and then

turned back to me. "Daddy, would you tuck us in, please daddy?"

I smiled, but shook my head. "No Sunshine, I just can't do that. Not anymore.

Now go to bed." She hung her head and nodded, then left the room. I went to my

cold bed, took one of the doctors pills I'd come to rely on, and let it take my

consciousness from me.

I dreamed. I was happy, again. Serena was back, holding me in my sleep, telling

me I was loved. Telling me I was needed. I crushed her to me, spilling my heart,

and fell into a peaceful slumber. The next morning I actually smiled when I woke

up, then noticed my Serena wasn't there. I decided the dream meant I had been

neglecting my girls, and decided to do something about it.

I got up, performed my morning duties, and went to the kitchen to fix breakfast.

The girls were surprised when I greeted them with hugs, and put bacon and

hotcakes in front of them. They looked at each other, and then dug in.

That night Cindy insisted it was her turn to cook, and she made a wonderful

meal. I cleaned up, though, and told my girls to go study. Tomorrow was another

school day. They looked at each other again, said 'Yes, daddy.' and went off to

do homework. I was watching TV when they came in ready for bed, and asked if I

was going to tuck them in now. I smiled, but gently reminded them I couldn't do

that anymore. They each gave me a kiss on the cheek, and went off to bed.

I went to my bedroom shortly after, and took a pill as I got undressed. This

last batch of pills seemed to help. I was just falling asleep when Serena came

to me.

In that dream state I held my beautiful wife. I had been without her for so

long, the need for her was blinding. I held her, caressed her, touching her to

bring her arousal to meet my own. When I could feel her need, I joined with her,

gently making love with her one more time.

In the morning, I found the wet spot. "Damn, I haven't done that since I was a

teenager." I thought. I performed my morning ritual, and went to the kitchen.

The girls weren't as surprised to see me cooking breakfast this morning, but

Cindy kept looking at Janie every time I said anything. Cindy vehemently

insisted on sitting next to me on the ride to school. She kissed my cheek, and

told me she loved me before she got out of the car.

The next week went about the same. I dreamed of my Serena, sometimes we made

love; and sometimes I just held her and bared my soul. Towards the end of the

week Cindy and Janie had started taking turns sitting next to me, again. I was

glad, Cindy was my flesh and blood, but I loved both my girls very much. Then

they revealed their secret to me.

Friday night my loving Serena had come to me, once again. I held her, loved her,

and fell asleep at her breast. In the morning, I was still dreaming. She was

upon me, above me, moving gently. Her breasts were against mine; I could feel

the hard points of her nipples drag across my chest as she moved. Her hot

wetness gripped me, and I could feel her sweet breath upon my face. I moaned my

pleasure as my body tensed, sending hot pulses into her core; and she responded

with vibrations of her own release. Then she lay gently upon me, keeping my

weakening member within her as she murmured her pleasure.

I came awake with the knowledge that this was no dream. My god, what have I

done! Sensing the change, Janie raised up to look at my face. Seeing my concern,

she moved up and softly kissed my lips, releasing me from within her.

"Good morning, my sweet love. My daddy." I could feel our combined wetness

draining from her.

I fought to remain calm. "Good morning, sweetheart. I think we need to talk

about this, don't you?"

She smiled, and then laid her head on my chest. "Yes. Cindy and I need to talk

to you about this. About what we have decided."

That didn't sound good. "Uhm, why don't you go clean up and wake her. I'll clean

up and start breakfast. OK?"

I met the girls at the kitchen table, bringing in the last of a country style

breakfast. Janie was glowing and Cindy was smiling, but Cindy's' smile was

strained somewhat.

"Eat first. We'll talk after breakfast." This was another polite but strained

meal. After we all pitched in on cleaning up, I decided it was time to take back

control. I motioned for the girls. "Follow me, please." We went into the den,

and both girls sat next to me on the couch.

I could tell they were nervous, so I spoke first. "What is this 'decision' Janie

told me about this morning? Right after she seduced me in my sleep, that is."

Janie and Cindy actually blushed at this.

Cindy recovered first. "We couldn't just watch you give up like that, daddy. We

had to do something. And when you told us you didn't need another woman in your

life, that you had us, we started talking about it."

Cindy looked at Janie who took over. "We didn't know what to do, but knew we had

to do something. Finally, I said I wasn't going to give up so easily. That I was

going to go get you out of bed and make you tuck us in, to make you start loving

us again."

They were close to tears. "Oh honey, I've never stopped loving both of you."

Cindy spoke up. "I know that, daddy. But you were so withdrawn; you barely knew

we were here. Your body was there, but your soul was elsewhere."

"And when I went into your bedroom, you looked so sad and troubled. I just

wanted to do something, anything, so I got in bed with you and held you." Janie

looked at Cindy, then. "Cindy was mad at me at first, but when I told her how

you held me so tight and just cried and talked and finally went to a peaceful

sleep... Well, she wasn't mad anymore."

Cindy laid her head on my shoulder. "And the next morning when you made us

breakfast, it was like you were back with us. Or were on the way to returning to

us. We talked at school, and decided you needed us to make you realize how much

we love you. How much we need you. Grandpa and Janie helped me deal with the

loss of mom, but I couldn't bear the thought of losing my daddy, too."

"I'm sorry, Sunshine. I promise to do better." I hugged Janie. "Better for both

of my loving daughters."

Janie leaned in and kissed my cheek. "Cindy and I decided we would join you for

a while each night, so you could hold us and feel loved. We thought that was the

best thing we could do for you." She looked at Cindy and reached out to stroke

her cheek. "Cindy was supposed to come to you that second night, but couldn't

gather the courage to do it. When I came back to our room and told her you had

made love to me in your sleep she was livid."

Cindy sighed. "I was so angry you had sex with my daddy."

Janie smiled. "It was a good thing I went that night, Cindy is still a virgin."

Janie placed a finger on my lips to silence my interruption. "Yes, she is still

a virgin, even now. Sitting next to you in the car, keeping me away from you,

she was protecting you from me. We talked at school some more, she was still

angry with me. Soon she came to agree that she didn't need to make such a

sacrifice, even though she would willingly have done it, not when I had no such

sacrifice to make. You are my daddy now, and I love you beyond measure for what

you have done for me. To be able to show my love for you is a wonderful thing,

and brings me great joy and pleasure. It was also the only thing that you would

respond to, that made you alive again. We have decided that you should live a

long time, and we are going to do all we can to keep you with us."

I could feel Cindy nod in agreement as Janie laid her head on my open shoulder.

"I love you both. You are both the only reason I am still alive. But you are

also my daughters, and it is wrong to have sex with you, with either one of

you." I hugged Janie, gently. "Thank you for what you have done, but I can't use

you like that. It's wrong."

Janie's' head flew up. "No it's not wrong! It's beautiful, and warm, you make me

feel so safe and loved. Nothing that feels so wonderful and makes me so happy

could be wrong! I don't care about the stupid laws, or what other people might

say. It is MY choice to come to your bed. MY CHOICE! You are a good, and tender,

and giving, and loving daddy. And I will be in your bed tonight, holding you,

loving you, letting you know how much you are truly needed." Her eyes were on

fire as she spoke to me. "I've been on the pill for over six months now, so

worry about getting me pregnant isn't a concern either."

I pulled her back onto my shoulder. "I love you too, sweetheart. But I'm OK now,

you don't have to keep doing that." I chuckled. "Your not only young enough to

be my daughter, you legally ARE my daughter. One thing that good daughters are

supposed to do is obey their fathers, so tonight you stay in your own bed." I

wanted to ask how she got on birth control, but decided against it.

Before Janie could respond Cindy asked, "Will you please come tuck me in

tonight, daddy? Please?"

I sighed. "OK, Sunshine. I'll tuck you in tonight. I'm sorry I've been

neglecting you both. I promise to do better." I could feel Janie 'Humph.'

We got up and did regular Saturday things, and that night I took my girls to a

movie as a treat. I tucked them both in with kisses, and took my pill before

bedtime. I woke up spooned against a very sexy girl, my morning erection

threatening to cloud my judgment. I hadn't dreamed, though. I rolled out of bed,

and swatted her bare behind, waking Janie abruptly.

"Hey!"

"Morning. Now go to your own bed like a good daughter." I went into my bathroom

and performed my morning routine.

I fixed breakfast for my girls, and gently scolded Janie for disobeying me.

She smiled. "We've already told you, I'm going to be in your bed at night. This

is the only thing we will disobey you in, my loving daddy." Cindy was nodding

her agreement with Janie. This could be rough.

That night the girls went to bed earlier (school night), and I locked my door

before taking my pill. I could feel Janie's' breasts against my back her nipples

hard as she held me in her dreams as well as in my bed. I gently rolled over to

face her, and kissed her lips softly to waken her.

"Good morning, sweetheart. I'm not going to ask how you got in here. Go back to

you own bed, darling." I watched her as she grumped her way out the door.

That night I didn't lock my door, but I also didn't take a pill. It didn't

matter. I was roused to a waking dream; I could feel the pleasure as her mouth

surrounded me. It was warm, wet, insistent that I give in to the demand, to

release my hold and fall into the delight my release would bring. I spoke her

name, crying out 'Janie!' just as I woke and my orgasm was upon me. I could feel

her tongue on me and hear her swallow my spend as she stayed with my pleasure.

When she was certain I had finished, Janie gave my deflating penis a last kiss,

and rose to lie upon me. "I hope you enjoyed that, it was the first time I did

it. Did I do it right? Can I make it better for you, my loving daddy? Please

tell me."

I groaned. "Any better and you'd kill me." She giggled. Then she kissed me, and

I could taste myself on her lips. "You still shouldn't be here doing this,

Janie. If anyone ever found out or suspected..."

She silenced me with a kiss. "No one will ever know. Cindy won't tell. I

wouldn't dream of telling, and neither would you. You might as well give up; I'm

going to be in your bed and in your arms. I love you daddy. This just gives me

another way to show you how much I love you."

I kissed her back, and not like a father. "OK, you win. If you want to come to

my bed, I won't keep you away. Hell, I CAN'T keep you away now, so why bother

trying." Janie was showering me with kisses. "Outside of this room, of this

house, we must act like a father and his daughters. Agreed?" At least Janie

isn't my own flesh and blood; I consoled myself.

Janie beamed at me. "Agreed. I told you, we would behave like good daughters

should except for this one thing. I love you so much, daddy." Suddenly she

turned shy and demure. "Daddy, please make love to me like you did that first

night. Please?"

I smiled at her, and began soft caresses while I kissed her again. I rolled her

onto her back, off of me, and continued exploring her body with my hand. Her

breasts were soft to the touch, with hot, hard nipples. I moved down to taste

one, and Janie purred her approval. My mouth moved from nipple to nipple, gently

licking, sucking her perfect breasts as my hand moved lower to cup her sex. She

was already wet, her legs spread, her hips moving to encourage my touch. I

continued palpitating her breasts as I kissed my way down to her center. I moved

over her and spread her legs making room, kissing the small scar on her stomach,

her aroma making me dizzy with lust. Janie moaned 'Oh daddy! Oh daddy!' when I

began tasting her, and she quickly came on my tongue. I savored her through her

orgasm, and kissed my way back up to where I could see the love and lust upon

her face.

"I want you in me, daddy. Please, I want you in me!"

Janie shifted her hips to help me into her, and my rampant cock passed the gates

into paradise. I watched her head and eyes roll back as she joyfully aided my

entry into her body.

"Oh, yes! Fill me! Fill me, my love."

I filled her over and over as we struggled together, climbing together reaching

for release. Janie reached the summit first, and her moans and clasping sheath

brought my own release soon after. We rolled to our sides, and fell asleep in

each other's arms.

Janie didn't always sleep in my bed, or even spend time every night with me.

Sometimes she would just come and hold me until I fell asleep, then go back to

her own bed. Never did I ask her to come to me, or to make love with me, it was

always her decision. Somehow, she always seemed to know when I needed to feel

her next to me.

Sometimes we would just lie close and talk. I finally asked how she was able to

get on the pill without my knowledge or consent. It was the county health nurse

that issued them; no parents are ever informed, as that would violate trust. We

started having slumber parties and sock hops, again. Janie told me during one of

our 'talks' that she learned about oral sex from a couple of the other girls

that came over. It seemed they did it with their boyfriends to keep them happy

without 'going all the way'. Thanks, girls. Now I had something else to worry

about.

One Friday evening Cindy was agitated when I went to tuck her in.

She put her arms around my neck, and hugged me close to her. While she held me

close, she whispered to me. "Janie has something to give you, daddy. Be gentle.

She loves you, and I do, too." Then she kissed my lips softly before releasing

me, and lay looking into my eyes.

"I'm always gentle, Sunshine. I'd never do anything to hurt either one of you. I

love you, and I love Janie. I love both of you, understand?"

She nodded, and closed her eyes for her goodnight kisses.

When I went into my bedroom, the only light was from the various candles

scattered around. Janie was standing by the bed wearing a white baby-doll that

barely covered her beautiful body, her arms reaching out to me. She pulled me to

her, and kissed me hotly. When our tongues stopped dueling, she held me close,

looking in my eyes.

"I love you, daddy. You mean more to me than anyone could ever know, but I have

always regretted one thing."

I studied her face. "No, sweetheart. No regrets, please. If I've hurt you, I'll

just die."

She smiled. "No, my darling daddy. You have never hurt me. My one and only

regret is that I didn't have my virginity to give you." I was shocked, and she

could see it. "No daddy, you didn't know. I had a crush on you for so long,

Cindy knew but kept my secret. Now I can give myself to you, but that evil man

stole the one thing I truly wanted you to have. I can't give you my innocence,

but I have something else to give you." I could see and feel her blush. "You

will be the first man to take my other cherry, please take me back there. I want

you to be my first, daddy."

I softly kissed her lips. "Are you sure you want that, Janie? I never want to

hurt you, my lover."

She nodded, gently. "Yes, I want you in me very much. More that anything, I want

this. Would you love me with your mouth, first? Please? It feels so good when

you love me that way."

How could I refuse? "Anything you want, if it is in my power to give to you, it

is yours, sweetheart. I love you, my darling."

She grinned at me. "I'm going to hold you to that, someday." Then she kissed me

passionately.

I slowly removed the baby-doll, kissing and touching each part that was

revealed. She stepped out of the lacy bottoms, and laid back on the bed as I

undressed, opening herself for me. Her bouquet aroused my desire, and I devoured

her. I gently licked her lips, and teased her pearl with each pass. She trembled

as I took her to the edge several times, but backed away. I held the globes of

her ass in my left hand, and slowly pushed my right index finger into her

steaming wetness. Janie was moaning constantly now, and I massaged her g-spot in

earnest while softly licking the nectar that flowed from her. I heard her beg me

'Please, oh please.' I latched onto her very hard clit and began to strum it

with the tip of my tongue. Janie's back arched, and I supported her with my hand

while switching to gently sucking her hard nub as she shook above the bed. I

removed my finger from her when she collapsed, and kissed my way up to lie next

to her.

She threw herself at me, kissing me wildly. "I need you in me. Please, I need

you in my ass."

Janie rolled over onto her stomach, and got on her knees, leaving her front on

the bed. I opened the drawer on the bed stand, and brought out a small tube of

Vaseline. When I moved behind her, Janie reached back and spread herself open,

lewdly displaying herself. I licked her from her sensitive clit to her pucker,

eliciting a gasp from her. Squeezing the jelly on a finger, I massaged it on her

opening, and then pushed some inside with my finger. I squeezed some more on my

finger and gently pushed inside her, twisting my finger to coat her liberally.

"Uhm. That feels funny. Good, but funny." She rocked slightly against my

invading digit. "It's not what I want in me, though. Put your cock in me."

I spread some more jelly on the head of my penis, and placed it at the entrance

to her bowels. "OK, sweetheart. Here we go." I pushed into her, and heard her

gasp. Her sphincter was a tight band just behind the head, and was pulsing

rapidly. "Are you alright? Should I stop? Baby?"

Her breath caught in her throat. "I'm OK. Put it in me. Go slow. God you feel

huge in me!"

The grease let me edge deeper into her, slowly penetrating her hot depths until

I could go no further. Janie took three quick breaths. "I'm hurting you. I have

to stop this!" I began to pull out of her.

"NO!" She shouted, grabbing my hips to hold me against her soft ass. "Don't

stop, please. I want this, and it's getting easier now. Please, hold still a

second." The spasms stopped, it was a little less tight, but still very tight.

"That's better, now. Please make love to me there. Love me until you fill me,

daddy."

Janie kept her hands on my hips, and started to move against me. Slowly at

first, only a short stroke; then faster and longer. Janie moved one hand above

her on the bed; the other went under her, between her legs.

"Oh, God! That feels so strange. I can feel you moving in me, so full, so hot.

It feels so good to have you in me! Oh, daddy! More, daddy! More!"

I began to move more strongly, using full strokes, a soft 'Slap!' could be heard

each time I fully entered her. Janie was moaning and babbling constantly, with a

brief pause each time we collided together. I could feel my orgasm building,

towering, and threatening to crush me.

Janie gasped a deep breath. "Oh! Don't stop moving! Don't stop! Harder! Harder!

Oh, God! Please!" Her back arched upward and her whole body began shaking. Janie

gasped deeply, and keened loudly. I briefly worried about Cindy.

I realized I had stopped breathing. I forced a deep breath, my control rapidly

slipping away. I heard a strangled groan, and realized it was me. "Oh, Janie!" I

repeated, over and over. Then I plunged into her ass and came.

"Yes, daddy! Yes, daddy! Come in me, in my ass! Fill me up!"

As my orgasm faded, I thought I caught a movement of shadow. Movements like the

door closing shut. I was going to need to talk to Cindy, soon.

Janie slept with me that night after we briefly cleaned up. In the morning we

showered together. She complained that she was a little sore back there, but

hastily said it was a good kind of sore. She kissed me hotly, and said we were

going to have to do it again. Just not right then, of course.

After breakfast I sent my girls out of the kitchen so I could think while

cleaning up. It was obvious to me from the looks Cindy kept giving Janie and I

while she thought she couldn't be seen that the movement at my bedroom door last

night was no figment of my imagination. Now I needed to decide what to do about

it, or if anything at all should be done. By the time the kitchen was clean, I

had made up my mind. Janie should be there too, since Cindy was watching both of

us.

I found them huddled together in the living room, their heads together, talking

animatedly. VH1 was playing on the TV, but was being ignored. I turned it off,

and took a seat on the couch. They had stopped talking when I walked in,

watching me from their vantage point on the floor.

"Girls, I think there is something we need to talk about, please."

They looked at each other, and then got up to join me on the couch. Before Cindy

sat down, she asked. "Can I sit in your lap, daddy? Will you hold me, please?"

I held out my arms for her, and she put her arms around my neck as she settled

in my lap; her legs outside of mine. She gave me a quick, soft kiss, and laid

her head on my shoulder. Janie sat close to us, and put a hand on Cindy's leg.

I cleared my throat, and hugged Cindy. "Sunshine, sit up for just a second,

sweetheart." She sat up, and was watching at my face. "Cindy, I need to ask you,

do you think you owe Janie and I an apology?" Confusion clouded her face. "I saw

you at the door, sweetie."

Realization dawned, and she turned bright crimson. I could see Janie looking

confused and amused at the same time. Cindy turned slightly to her. "He saw me

watching."

Janie giggled, and then cocked her head. "You were watching LAST NIGHT?" That

wasn't the reaction I'd expected. Cindy nodded her head, and put it back on my

shoulder. Now it was my turn to be confused. I nudged her, and she sat back up.

"What does Janie mean by 'last night', Cindy." They exchanged a look.

"I heard Janie cry 'NO!' and couldn't stop myself. I rushed to your room, but it

was quiet when I got there. The door was still open, and I could see her holding

you, pulling you into her." Her words were affecting me, I could feel the

stirrings; and so could Cindy. "Janie asked you to make love to her there, and

you started moving. It was so beautiful, so sexy, it was impossible to stop

watching." Cindy shifted in my lap, my erection well evident to us both. "I

could see you both moving together, into each other, and when Janie came..."

Cindy shivered." I could feel it, myself. I left quickly after that, evidently

not being careful enough." Cindy was rocking almost imperceptibly on my

erection.

Something in the way she told this story said there was information being left

out. I thought I knew what it was. "How many times have you watched us, Cindy?"

I could tell by her reaction I'd been right.

Janie answered. "It's not all her fault, daddy. I told her she could watch us."

Cindy laid her head back on my shoulder, and I looked at Janie. Janie was softly

stroking Cindy's thigh. "She was always asking what it was like. We talk, and I

never refuse to answer her questions. Finally, one day she just said 'I wish it

were me.' Then she said 'I just want to see what it's like.' I smarted off and

told her she should just watch if she wanted to 'see what it's like'. It kind of

went from there." She smiled sheepishly. "She's watched us several times, before

last night. Last night wasn't supposed to be one of them."

Cindy hugged me tight, then took a deep breath and sat up. I could see

determination in her eyes. "While we are talking, I have one more confession to

make. Promise me you won't be mad, or freak on me, or anything? Please?"

Now I was a worried father. I had let both girls go on a few 'dates' when they

turned fifteen, and was worried about my baby girl. I should have been worried

about me. "I promise, Sunshine. I promise."

Cindy leaned in and kissed me softly, then pulled back to look at me. "Like I

said, I've got one more thing to confess to you. You know I love you, don't

you?"

I nodded.

"Do you know how much I love and need you, daddy?"

"I love you just as much, sweetie. You know that." I smiled reassuringly.

"I love you daddy, and I want you to make love to me too. I want to spend the

night in your arms after you have made sweet love to me."

I think my heart stopped, I know I wasn't breathing. My erection was a distant

memory. 'Calm, be calm.' I thought. I pulled her to my shoulder, and stroked her

back. "I do love you, baby, but I can't do that. A man isn't supposed to do that

to his own child. If I hurt you I don't know what I'd do. I'd be no better..." I

stopped myself from saying it. I couldn't hurt Janie by saying it. But she

already knew.

"It's not true, Mr. Wilhite." I stiffened; Janie hadn't called me 'daddy'. "I

know you're not my physical father, but you are my 'daddy'; and I love you. All

those years you tucked me in, you never made me feel unsafe. I knew you could

never hurt me; it's not possible for you to do that. You're everything every

girl wants in a father AND a man. Gentleness. Honesty. Kindness. Strength. You

have all these, and more. You're very loving, and very sexy." She smiled at me.

"Daddy, you will NEVER be like my father. He was an evil beast of a man that

didn't really care about his own flesh and blood."

Cindy hugged me as Janie went on. "When Cindy first told me she wanted you to be

her first lover, I was jealous. My jealousy passed quickly, though. I love Cindy

too, and owe her my life almost as much as you. We talked it over, and decided

that she should be able to show you how much she loves you, too. Last month I

took her to the county nurse, and they gave her her own supply of the pill."

I took a deep breath. "That doesn't mean I can take my daughters virginity. She

should find a young man closer to her own age. Someone she loves and trusts.

Someone she wants to spend her life with. A father should protect his little

girl until she is ready."

Cindy left her head on my shoulder. "You've done that, daddy. You're my

protector from the big, bad world. I am ready. I love you and trust you, and

want you to be my first. I know you would never hurt me, not like some bumble

fingered boy. I need you and love you and want you to make me a woman. I've

thought about this for a long time." She sighed. "I want you to know this is my

choice, because I love you so much."

I kept stroking her back. "I know how much you love me, Sunshine. You don't need

to show me. I already know how much you BOTH love me."

Janie leaned across and kissed my cheek. "We know how much you love us, we see

it every day. You, however, owe me a promise. That promise I give to Cindy, so

that she may have you as her first lover. You've never broken a promise to

either of us, and I don't want you to break this one. You know we can keep

secret the relationship we have with each other, and that we think the 'rules of

society' about our relationship are wrong. We love each other, we trust one

another; what we do to show that love and trust inside that relationship is not

wrong. Society is wrong in condemning what they don't fully understand. I know

that the rules and laws are there to protect those that are 'too young and

immature' from being used or abused by those they trust. But is it abuse when I

make the decision of my own free will to come to you to feel the love and warmth

of your body next to me, within me? Who is being hurt or used? We both give and

take freely of each other, and our love is stronger because of it."

Cindy sat up and looked in my eyes. "Daddy, I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm

old enough to make my own decisions in this, and this decision is made in love

and trust. I want you to hold me and make love with me."

I was on the spot. I never broke my promises, but this was my baby girl! "I

don't know, sweetheart. I'm just not sure. In my mind I hear your reasoning, my

heart knows your love and trust, but it's hard to accept. Let me think on this

awhile, okay?"

Cindy kissed me on the lips, and gently hugged my neck. "I love you, daddy."

That night I almost took one of the pills that I hadn't needed for so long.

Janie held me, calmed me, sang softly to me, and soon enough I fell asleep.

In the morning, I awoke looking into my beautiful Cindy's' eyes. "Good morning,

daddy." She hugged and kissed me, holding her naked body next to mine.

"Good morning, sweetheart." I didn't push her away. "What are you doing here?"

Cindy laughed softly. "I'm not here to ravish you, or anything. I just wanted to

be close to you as you slept, and be there when you awoke." She ground her mons

against my morning erection, her eyes twinkling as she smiled. "I also think its

funny men wake up in such a state."

I groaned, and then chuckled. "Oh, honey. What you do to me. That particular

affliction isn't brought on by your considerable charms, however." I kissed her,

and rose to do my morning ritual. "I'll be right back."

Cindy was smiling radiantly when I sat next to her on the bed. "You look quite

pleased for some reason. Care to tell me?"

"You said I look sexy. OK, not in so many words, but you still said I look

sexy." Her eyes looked for confirmation.

"Yes, Sunshine, you are a very beautiful and sexy young woman. Even your old dad

isn't too blind to see that." I leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Now let's

get up and get some breakfast." She smiled, and I watched her walk naked out my

door.

We spent part of the day with Grandma and Grandpa Berrens, just having a family

dinner. The afternoon was spent talking and playing games to relax. After

supper, we went home early since the girls had school the next day.

I went into the girls' bedroom to tuck them in, to find Janie alone. "Hi

sweetheart, is Cindy not quite ready?"

Janie reached up for me, and I bent to give her a hug. "No, daddy. She's waiting

for you in your bed. Please, daddy, just go hold her. Let her stay with you, and

fall asleep feeling you next to her. OK?"

I kissed her eyes and forehead. "Alright sweetheart, I can do that. Goodnight,

baby."

Cindy was already in my bed when I finished my evening ablutions. I could tell

she looked nervous. 'Hi daddy.' Was all she managed to say.

"Hello Sunshine. I take it you want to sleep in here tonight?"

"Yes, daddy. Please don't tell me to go. Please, daddy?"

I sat on the bed next to her, and gave her the usual goodnight kiss. Then I went

to the other side of the bed and turned off the lamp before undressing and

getting under the covers with my daughter. I lay on my back, and Cindy put my

arm around her as she snuggled up to lay on my chest. I could feel her soft

breasts against my side as I hugged her and kissed the top of her head.

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

I dreamed that night. Serena was with me, again, talking to me. As I awoke, all

I could remember was Serena telling me 'She needs your love, too, Sam.' Cindy

was still holding me, and now had her leg thrown over mine. I could feel the

dampness of her sex against my thigh. The alarm screamed, and I silenced it

quickly. Cindy hugged me, pressing her sex harder against me, and kissed my

chest. I hugged her, as well.

"Good morning, daddy. Thank you." She was holding me as tight as she could.

I understood, now. "You're welcome, sweetheart. And thank you, too." I tilted

her head up, and kissed her forehead. "Time to get up and get ready for school,

baby."

My little girl got up, I watched her walk to the door, and then turn back to me.

She was so beautiful. She said, "I love you, daddy." Then she was out the door.

I spent most of the day thinking about what Janie had said. Thinking about my

dream last night, and what Cindy had said. Finally, I made my decision. Society

and its' rules be damned, if my baby asked me again, I would grant her wish.

When she was ready, I was certain she would ask.

Janie slept with me Thursday night after we made gentle love. In the night Cindy

joined us, and was spooned in front of me. My morning erection was between her

thighs, against her lips; she was moving against it in her sleep. I squeezed the

breast in my hand, and she softly whimpered. The alarm startled her awake, and I

kissed her neck after pounding the alarm into submission.

Cindy reached between her legs, grasped my cock, brushing it against her

opening; and then released it to roll over to face me. "Good morning, daddy."

She kissed me softly. "I was having such a wonderful dream, I didn't want it to

end."

"I know, Sunshine. Time to get ready for school, though." I kissed her nose. "Up

and at 'em." Cindy smiled, and got out of bed.

Janie put her arm over me from the back, and hugged me. "Good morning, daddy."

I rolled over, and into her arms. "Good morning, sweetheart." I kissed her lips,

softly. "Time to get up." I let her get up, and watched both beautiful bare

bottoms walk out the door.

At breakfast, Cindy seemed nervous. During the ride to school, she sat next to

me and I could see she was still agitated about something. "Cindy, are you OK,

honey? You seem nervous about something. Is there a big test, today?"

Cindy looked at my face in the mirror. "Uhm, no test today, its just, well; are

you upset because I touched you like I did this morning?"

I slowed down as I spoke. "No, sweetheart, I'm not upset. It was a natural

reaction, I'm not upset."

She was watching me intently. "Not even when I rubbed you against me down there?

You didn't mind?"

I smiled. "Sunshine, if that's what you wanted to do, I didn't mind. I want you

to be happy, sweetheart." I could see Janie turn to raptly watch this

conversation.

"Daddy, if I had put you inside me, would you have stopped me?" She barely

whispered.

"If that is what you truly want, sweetheart. No, I wouldn't stop you." We had

just pulled up to the school and parked. I turned to look at Cindy and Janie.

Cindy took my hand in hers, and almost to soft to hear, said. "Daddy, would you

make love with me tonight?"

"I would be honored to, sweetheart." I answered.

Cindy threw her arms around my neck, hugged me tight, and whispered in my ear.

"I can't wait until tonight. I love you, my sweet daddy."

She released me and Cindy and Janie threw their arms around each other. "Did you

hear? Did you hear?" Cindy asked Janie.

"Yes, I'm so happy I'm trying not to cry." They pulled apart. "C'mon. We've got

to get to class." Both girls waved 'Bye!', and headed off to class.

When I got home, I decided to make tonight special for Cindy. I cleaned the

house, set out candles, set out her favorite bath beads, and made her favorite

supper. Since tonight was a singularly special occasion, I set out a good bottle

of wine to go with dinner.

On the ride from school Cindy was happy, but now Janie was nervous about

something. 'Wait and see.' I thought. 'She usually talks without prodding in her

own time.'

The girls finished their homework while I finished the last preparations for

supper. They were suitably impressed by the candles, and surprised I allowed

them to have wine with supper. Afterwards, we all pitched in to clean up what

little mess was left from cooking. Cindy was washing, I was drying, and Janie

put the dishes away. We finished and I could sense Janie was still very nervous.

Cindy glanced at Janie, then at me. "Daddy, can I ask you a favor?"

I was trying to stay calm, myself. "Of course, sweetheart. You know that."

"I want you to make love with me tonight, and I'd like Janie to be there, too."

I probably looked confused. "I love you both so much, and want her there when

you make me a woman. Please, daddy?" Janie looked on, expectantly.

I took them both in my arms. "If that is what you both want, then that is what

you will get." Both girls hugged me tightly, then by some unseen agreement each

took a hand.

They led me towards my bedroom, but I detoured us into the master bath. I poured

in the bath beads, started the water, and began lighting candles. When the water

was right, I motioned towards the bath. We undressed and got in, it was crowded

but enjoyable. It was mass confusion washing two nubile young women, but I tried

to pay special attention to my Cindy.

We dried off and walked naked into the bedroom, the candles giving a wondrous

glow to the room. I pulled Cindy to me, kissing her as she formed herself to me.

Janie touched us both, and walked to the other side of the bed and sat down.

I lay Cindy down on the bed, and caressed her, aroused her passions deliberately

for the first time. I kissed my way down her body, stopping to suckle at her

breasts. She moaned as I took first one, and then the other nipple between my

lips, swirling my tongue around the hardened flesh. Moving across the flat

expanse of her stomach, I tasted of her flower for the first time. I devoured

her nectar with joy, studying her arousal, taking her higher, but never over the

edge. When she could endure no more, I kissed my way back up to her mouth. Our

tongues dueled with passion, and I rolled over with her on top of me.

"This way should be better, you are in control, sweetheart. Take your time. Be

slow. Be gentle. We have all night, love." I caressed her back. Cindys' eyes

were my world, Janie a forgotten bystander.

I felt Cindy place me at her gates as she kissed me once again. "I love you,

daddy."

Cindy started rolling her hips, rocking slightly, working the head of my penis

slightly in and out of her. She shuddered, and rose above me, never stopping the

motion of her hips, barely penetrating herself with each motion. I reached up

and softly squeezed her breasts; she cried out 'Oh, God!' and thrust herself

down upon me. She shook with her orgasm, the pain of her shattered hymen mixing

with the pleasure. Soon, she began to move upon me. Her eyes were closed now,

concentrating on the feeling of being filled for the first time.

When we were fully joined, Cindy looked down at me, smiling, and shuddered as

she moved upon me. I began to gently thrust back, still holding a breast in each

hand as we moved together.

"I'm going to come soon, baby." I moaned.

Cindy smiled seductively. "Yes, come for me. Come inside your baby girl, daddy.

Come, daddy. I love you." Cindy thrust down hard, rolling her hips as I sent my

seed deep inside her.

After I was spent, Cindy laid her head on my shoulder and kissed my neck. "Thank

you, daddy. It was perfect. I love you."

Janie brought washcloths and towels to clean us up with, and then snuggled up

holding us both. I fell asleep in the arms of my two beautiful girls.

That night was a little over two years ago. Some nights Cindy is with me, other

nights Janie is there. Often both wake with me in the morning. A college out

west has accepted them both in the fall. They insisted I go with them; they need

to care for me and can't do it if I stay here. I hope they find someone at

college, some good man to marry them and make me a grandfather. Until that day,

as long as my beautiful girls want, they are welcome in my arms and in my bed.

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