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Story title : My Precious Amy
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My Precious Amy (M/f-teen, inc)
By Frank D. (frankd32000@yahoo.com)
***
The story of a widowed father discovering the intimate
possibilities presented to him by his 14-year-old
daughter.
***
This story took place about three years ago, and nothing
has changed. Amy is now seventeen and we're closer than
ever...
*** Part I, The Overture ***
At the time it all changed forever, Amy had only just
turned fourteen years old and was an incredibly beautiful
young girl, absolutely lovely in every way. She was and
is everything to me, my precious little daughter that I'd
die for in a heartbeat.
At fourteen she was practically still a little girl, but
a strong hint of womanhood had undeniably begun to reveal
itself within her, no matter how much I tried to draw a
blind eye to it. She was just beginning to dress a bit
provocatively, as young teenage girls so daringly start
do at this age, and only the month before had begun to
wear makeup on a regular basis. She was not quite five
feet tall, with long, golden-blonde hair, dark brown
eyes, and a lean, tan little body that you could hardly
take your eyes from.
Her mother, Karen, had died ten years before in an
insanely tragic car accident and Amy was now all that I
had left her, the only true love I'd ever known. But she
was so much like her mother now, so energetic, so bright,
so kind and tender, so astonishingly beautiful.
As a baby and all throughout her childhood there was
nothing so comforting for me than holding her on my lap
and stroking her beautiful hair as her head rested softly
on my shoulder. We were as close as any father and
daughter could be. We loved one another totally and
completely.
On the day that our closeness grew exponentially, I had
taken Amy shopping for new school clothes. The summer
months had simply flown by and I was a bit sad knowing I
wouldn't have her around during the coming school days.
As a freelance writer, I spent nearly all my time at home
and had grown accustomed to having her beauty and energy
always nearby. She loved to read and listen to her crazy
music on the large sofa in my study, and would often be
but a glance away from my computer as I pounded-out yet
another story or article.
When we got into our house carrying all the packages, Amy
was ecstatic with the thrill of her new purchases and
darted up to her room to try on her new outfits. As it
had been a particularly hot day, I followed her up to
take a shower.
Because we shared the same bathroom, each having our own
bedroom door to access it, I could hear her inside her
room opening the packages and gleaming private comments
to herself on what she had bought. God, I smiled to
myself, she is such a joy! I felt so happy for her and
the simple delight she was feeling for her new clothes.
Christ, I'd buy her the world if I could. I'd buy her the
universe!
After I showered and was drying myself off, Amy called
through the door for me to come out and see one of her
new outfits. I put on my briefs and robe and went in,
never for an instant realizing what was about to happen.
When I opened her door my heart sank to somewhere it had
never been. There before me Amy stood, wearing a plaid
miniskirt and a white lace, short-sleeved blouse. She had
put on her mother's locket that I had just given her on
her birthday the month before and it was dangling down
upon her bare neckline. She had put on some makeup,
mascara and blush, and her lips were fully coated with a
deep, pink lipstick. With her blonde hair simply flowing
down over her shoulders, she was nothing short of an
angel. I had to swallow a couple of times before I could
speak at all.
"My God, honey, you look wonderful.... absolutely
beautiful."
"Do you really like so?" she asked, truly unsure of her
appearance.
"Honey, no girl on the planet could possibly look as
good. My God..."
"Thank you, Daddy," she said rushing up to me and giving
me a big hug.
As she pulled away from our embrace, I could almost feel
something adjust in the air between us, a silent crackle
that could just barely be felt. As I started to wonder
what had occurred, Amy leaned back into me, locked her
arms softly around my neck, and kissed me fully and
completely on my lips.
We had, of course, kissed before, as all fathers and
daughters do, but this was a real kiss, a kiss that spoke
of an intimacy we had never known. As our lips parted, as
I felt her intoxicatingly fragrant lipstick peal slowly
and audibly from my mouth, I just stood there looking
into her eyes. I didn't know what to say, I was way
beyond speechless. I was in complete shock.
"Daddy," she said, breaking a silence that seemed
endless. "I love you, I love you so very much. Please
don't be mad, I have wanted to kiss you like that for so
long... so very long..."
"Mad? Honey, I..." but before I could get out another
word she pulled our lips together again and kissed me
even more passionately than before, firmly pulling the
back of my head towards her and uttering a barely audible
moan.
Amy then quietly pulled away from me and, looking me
straight into my eyes, began to do something that defied
any possible reality. She began unbuttoning her blouse.
"Honey.... What is going on here?" I said, still
completely in shock.
"Daddy," she softly said. "I'm almost a woman now.
Haven't you noticed? I just want to... I just want to be
with you. All day, haven't you seen how I've been acting?
Haven't you seen what's going on inside me?"
"Honey, I don't know what you're talking about, I only
know this isn't right. I'm your father. We shouldn't be
together like, well, like this..."
"Then stop me," she said smiling in seeming confidence,
although she was obviously terrified at her own actions;
I could clearly see her hands trembling with each
movement. And yet, almost as if defying her own deepest
fears of rejection, as if calling upon all the courage
she could muster inside herself, she continued to
unbutton her blouse.
I didn't know what to do, I didn't know anything. As Amy
continued to undress herself before me, as the taste and
feel of her lipstick unrelentingly lingered upon my own
lips, a truth began to unfold within me, as if a
ponderously slow bolt of lightning coming from within
some deep, unknown recess of my very existence.
I found myself entering a new world of possibilities
where... Was it possible? Where I wanted Amy, wanted to
hold her body... desperately wanted to have her lips
pressed back upon mine. Was this really a possibility?
And yet, I couldn't hold onto it. It was just too
impossible, too insane, too... Wrong? But still, I could
hardly deny that these thoughts were there, and that they
were beckoning to every part of my body, every part of my
soul.
As this newly discovered, not quite unleashed desire
began to take hold of me, as the ramifications of our
actions began to dissolve away, Amy steadfastly continued
her task. And before I could say another word, she pulled
the blouse out from inside her skirt and let it drop
slowly to the floor, revealing a nakedness, which
unquestionably was the most sensual and breathtaking
vision I had ever seen.
She had only just begun to develop her breasts, which
somehow only made the moment all that much more erotic.
Now my little Amy was fully there before me, naked but
for her locket and little miniskirt, smiling straight
into me eyes, straight into my heart.
I was lost, completely without bearing. I could almost
hear the world screaming I should run away, should scold
her, should do something, anything! But I simply couldn't
take my eyes off her.
Sensing the moment was hers, and with our eyes locked in
some sort of mutual trance of unexplored desires, Amy
silently walked towards to me, quietly untied my robe and
simply, effortlessly, pulled it from my body.
"Daddy, I know what people say," she whispered straight
into my eyes, "I know it's not supposed to be right for
fathers and daughters to love each other like this, but
that seems so crazy... so crazy... doesn't it? I love you
more than anyone, more than anything I just want to be
with you," she said once again, accenting that loaded,
biblical preposition in a tone of near desperation.
My silence spoke more than any words, as our eyes
remained locked together. Lacking any sign of protest on
my part, Amy pulled herself to me again, wrapping her
arms around my back, pressing her naked little body to
mine, and began kissing me once more, deeply and so very
fully, now exploring her tongue with mine; I could both
hear and feel her heart pounding inside her naked chest.
I was now in a nether world I'd never imagined, detached
from all that I knew or had believed in. I found myself
simply on fire for her. Letting go of any faint
misgivings that remained which told of any sense of
societal rights or wrongs, I kissed my little girl,
kissed my little angel back with a passion that now,
finally, matched her own.
We kissed and pressed ourselves together like this for
two or three minutes with my hands desperately all over
her, freely caressing her nakedness. We seemed to be
leaving the planet, cast into some world apart from all
else.
When we finally parted, she silently lower herself onto
her knees and kissed my stomach just above my briefs.
Again, I could feel her lipstick peel from my body.
"Daddy," she said, "Please let me do this... please don't
say anything. I've dreamed of this for so very long..."
I knew what she meant, but it all was so surprising I
just couldn't believe it was happening. I was about to
say something, I haven't the slightest idea what, when I
felt my beautiful little child pull down my briefs and
free my near exploding cock. I could see her looking at
it with amazement for a moment or two, and then,
miraculously, she tenderly kissed its head.
Then, quietly and so very slowly, she began to take it
into her mouth. Little by little, she began to suck me
in, pulling my cock deeper and deeper into her precious
little mouth. The sensation of her warm lips and mouth
upon the very summit of my desire almost brought me down
to my knees as well. I haven't the words to describe all
that I was feeling. All I could do was hold my hands upon
her exquisite, so very angelic blonde hair, and allow her
to take complete charge.
She pulled herself ever closer and closer to me, wrapping
her arms tightly around my waist until every inch I had
was hers. I'm not huge, but I had a problem believing my
little girl would be able to take all I had. But she did,
over and over again, her lipstick sliding her lips so
effortlessly along their path.
After a few moments of deep exploration, Amy found her
rhythm and began to give me a blowjob that surely must be
reserved for the gods. As the moments passed, as an
excitement I had never known began to take its grip, I
knew I was moments away from losing it entirely.
"Honey," I finally said, "If you keep going I'm going to
have an orgasm... Do you know what that means?"
Amy slowly pulled herself free from her ventures and
answered with a giggle, "It means you're going to cum,
Daddy!"
"You know about all that," I asked stupidly, realizing
she surly must.
"I want you to cum, Daddy... But would you like to... you
know... do it inside me?" she asked timidly.
Again, of course, I knew what she meant. The tone of her
voice left little to my imagination. Still, how could
this be happening? I just couldn't get over it. Inside
myself I began running an internal dialog that surly
could have matched the most powerful computers in
existence.
My little girl, my own daughter was telling me that not
only could I have her in the most intimate of ways, but
that she was desperate that I do just that. To every
argument I could come up with, I received back the same
answer: Go for it, you fool! How could it be wrong? I
wanted her, she wanted me, where exactly was the problem?
Then, finally, as if slapped silly from an all-knowing,
lascivious god, I found myself jolted into the moment and
tossed all reservations to the wind. Love must surly win
out, mustn't it? Of course, it had too!
I reached down and pulled my little Amy up from her
perch, took her into my arms, and kissed those pink,
luscious lips more passionately than I have ever kissed
anyone, pulling her body tightly to mine. As we parted,
as I looked straight into those gorgeous brown eyes of
hers, I began to ask the most intimate question any
father could ever ask of his child, "Do you really want
to, honey. Do you really want to... to?"
"Make love?" she finished for me with a shy smile and a
faint, distant whisper.
"Yes, honey. Do you really want to make love?"
"Yes, Daddy," she said as if speaking from paradise
itself. "I want you to make love to me. I want to feel
you inside me more than anything... I don't think I could
stand it if you say no. It's ok, Daddy, really it is.
Please make love to me. Please be my... my lover," she
finished, saying this last word as if for the very first
time.
With those words I needed no other internal debate or
dialog. I took my precious little Amy and lifted her
slight, tiny little body up into my arms and laid her
softly onto her bed. I was now, if just for the moment,
free from doubt, free from guilt, free from any
lingering, insane, self-imposed denials.
I slowly unzipped the back of Amy's skirt and pulled it
down off her silky, exquisitely perfect legs. Her tiny
pink panties were all that remained, and they seemed to
glistened back at me, demanding to be removed as well. I
surrender helplessly to the moment and, with a trembling
hand that seemed to belong to another, pulled the cloth
slowly down and away from her, revealing a nakedness,
which was completely and unimaginably ethereal.
Her body was simply perfect in every way imaginable. Not
near perfect, mind you, it WAS perfect. If perfection had
a name, surely it must be hers! But how could this be
happening, I kept asking myself. How could such a reality
actually be happening??? How could such a blessed
creature be there for me, my own child so desperate for
me? What had I ever done to deserve this? As these
question lingered inside me, never, of course, to be
answered, my precious Amy silently reached her arms up
and pulled me down along side her.
Feeling her full, naked body against mine for the first
time was simply intoxicating; so far beyond anything I
could ever fully take in, I had to laugh to myself. It
was just too much! Her beauty, her untold preciousness
was simply light-years beyond any capacity I could ever
fully realize, and I knew it.
Nonetheless, we continued our newfound forbidden affair
and began to quietly kiss one another, passionately
caressing every inch of one another's body - her lips so
moist, so desperate for mine.
As Amy tousled within my arms and desires, everything
else in the world lost all meaning. All societal
moralities simply faded into some laughable absurdity.
This was our time now, mine and Amy's. We no longer
needed any rationalization or third-party approval. Our
love was all we required, and it had now consumed us.
After time had lost all heading, after night and day lost
all meaning, after we had explored our newfound union to
near delirium, Amy demurely reached down and silently
began to guide me towards her.
"Honey," I said, "This will probably hurt a bit. You're
so young, so small... and this is your first time... It
is, isn't it?" I ended, immediately realizing the
absurdity of that question.
"Of course, Daddy. Of course it is, silly," she giggled.
"So, you're sure about this, honey? Absolutely sure?"
She didn't answer directly, but only pressed her lips to
mine, seemingly expending the last of her lipstick onto
me, and smiled back deep into my eyes as she pulled my
body relentlessly towards her.
With her tender hand guiding me, I slowly began to enter
her tiny vagina. Her legs lifted up as I gained entry and
tightly wrapped themselves around mine. Little by little,
bit-by-bit, I entered my daughter's most private of
worlds. Sensations raced through me impossible for any
other lover... her vaginal lips so embracing, so longing
for my touch.
At first it seemed an impossible task - surely there
would be no way I could fully get inside her little body.
But with each tender thrust, I dove deeper and deep
inside her. Her tightness was daunting to all I had
known; yet so enticing to all I was now learning. As her
hands remained upon me begging me onward, our eyes
remained locked together dismissing all but our mutual
lust and longings. When I felt myself reach her hymen, I
could hear her faint moans become strained.
"Honey," I said, stopping my advances immediately. "I'd
die before I'd ever hurt you... If you want me to
stop..."
"Daddy, no, no, don't stop!" she giggled in a voice that
now seemed far older than her years. "It's ok, Daddy.
Really. You're being so gentle; I know that, I'm ok. Just
go slow. But God, Daddy, DON'T STOP! I have to feel you
all the way inside me now. I HAVE to..." she finished,
pulling my body ever closer towards her with those tiny
legs.
With my fears dismissed, I kissed her again and continued
our forbidden liaison. Over and over again I gently dove
in and out of my beloved little daughter, driving myself
deeper and deeper into her innocence with each new
thrust. I have had my share of lovers in my life, but
never had anything been like this. Her vagina simply
consumed my passion with every new inch explored.
Then, amazingly, impossibly, I found myself completely
inside my little angel. When the moment arrived, when my
pelvis fully met hers, Amy wrapped her arms and legs
tightly around my body and kissed me the singularly most
erotic kiss I'll ever know. Our bodies were now as one
and we were simply alive with one another. I began now,
finally, to properly make love to my child, slowly
thrusting myself in and out of her, over and over again,
our momentum growing with each passing second.
"Oh, Daddy," my baby cried, "I love you so much... It
feels so... so good... so goooood! Oh God, Daddy... Oh my
God, Daddy! I never knew it could feel this good... Oh,
God Daddy... OH MY GOD!"
At the moment Amy rolled herself over on top of me, I
must have had my eyes closed for a few minutes, as the
image that then unfolded before me will forever remain
within my heart.
I'll eternally remember opening my eyes and seeing that
first glimpse of my miraculous little girl, my beautiful
little Amy smiling down at me with her long, blonde hair
dangling over her shoulders, her body straddling me
completely, her perfect little body so utterly mine, with
my cock so very deep inside her. Unquestionably, this was
the most erotic moment I'll ever know or could ever
imagine.
In this new position now, Amy took control and began to
raise and lower herself down onto my cock, and with each
new thrust she let out a moan of pleasure that surly must
be reserved solely for a daughter's joy. Nothing, NOTHING
I had ever experienced could compare with what was
happening. It was so much more than sex, so much more
than even sex with someone so young and lovely as Amy...
That she was my own daughter, my own flesh and blood,
brought it all to an inconceivably erotic, incestuous
world I had never before believed possible.
"Honey," I found myself finally saying, as if from a
distance echo of my prior existence, "It's about to
happen, I'm going to... I'm almost there..."
"Yes, Daddy... I want you to. I want it to happen. Oh my
wonderful father! It's happening for me too. OH MY GOD,
DADDY..." she cried back, thrusting herself up and down
upon me.
And then, from somewhere impervious to our understanding,
a stillness took hold of us. A moment was about to take
place that needed to be held onto for all time, and we
both somehow knew it. Simultaneously, we slowed our
actions down to a near stop, Amy maintaining only a faint
rocking motion upon me.
My climax was now as emanate as was hers and we needed do
nothing more. I looked up into her eyes staring back so
very deeply into mine and marveled at the astonishingly
gorgeous angel who was there for me, with me so entirely
and completely inside her, inside her perfect little
body, there before me, completely mine... I just couldn't
believe how gorgeous she was, her hair, her exquisite
face, her lips, her eyes, her incredibly perfect little
body. My glorious little daughter so alive and so on fire
for me. It was a moment for the angels...
Amy smiled down at me, completely understanding my
ecstasy as no one else but a daughter ever could, and
lowered her lips to mine. She kissed me deeply once again
and sweetly whispered into my ear: "I love you Daddy, I
love you more than anything..." Then without a sound, she
raised herself up into full view and gently settled
herself fully back down upon my cock as if saying, in
effect, the time had come.
And then, heaven simply imploded.
With Amy gently rocking herself upon me, and with the
moment forever locked into own private eternity, our
efforts were rewarded.
Neither of us removed our eyes from one another for an
instant as our shared orgasms began to consume our being,
our world. It was so incredibly slow in coming, like some
long, unseen train finally coming to station - so
inconceivably intense, so fervently powerful, so insanely
protracted.
Then, as a rapacity I could never deserve washed through
me, my seed began to enter my precious little daughter,
my precious baby.
"Oh, Daddy, Oh God, Daddy," Amy cried at near the top of
her lungs. "I can feel it... I can feel it! Oh God,
Daddy, it's so warm! My God, Daddy, it's so hot! Daddy,
Daddy! IT FEELS SO GOOD! How can it feel this good,
Daddy? It can't... it can't... it CAN'T! DADDY! HOW CAN
IT FEEL THIS GOOD!"
Upon my body, upon my creation, I felt my precious angel
begin to shake above me as she entered her orgasm,
convulsing over and over again in a near panic of never
before known fulfillment.
I held my hands to her naked waist and pulled her down to
me tighter and tighter with each pulsation, stroking her
hips to mine as if they could somehow enter me as deeply
as I was inside her. All the while my cum seemed to be
endlessly entering a vessel of unlimited eroticism,
filling a void I had never known could be mine.
When I finished giving my angel everything I had, and so
much more than I'd ever thought possible, Amy laid
herself down to me and kissed me long and deeply in
complete exhaustion.
And there, sill completely inside her, hugging her
tightly and so desperately close to my body, and stroking
her insanely beautiful hair as I had done all her life,
we both fell into a deep sleep.
*** Part II, Forever After ***
I'm not sure whether it was the heat of the sun beating
down through the window, or just the clock radio that
first awoke me. All I knew was my mind reeled amongst the
lyrics I was hearing....
I look over yonder, what do I see?
The sun is risin', most definitely.
A new day's comin',
people are changin',
Ain't it beautiful?
Crystal Blue Persuasion
Better get ready,
gonna see the light,
Love, love is the answer,
and that's all right.
So don't you give up now,
so easy to find.
Just look to your soul,
open your mind.
Crystal Blue Persuasion
In the bathroom I could hear the shower just shut off,
could hear that Amy had just finished bathing herself...
Bathing herself clean of me? I couldn't help but wonder.
I laid there motionless in her small, twin bed as the
night before slowly unfolded inside me, as if some novel
I'd read in a very distant past. My eyes found themselves
awash with Amy's teenage room, the room of such a
wonderful child. Her pillows, her posters, her dolls...
"My God, what have I done?" a voice screamed deafeningly
inside me. Could it all have really happened? My mind
seemed unable to take it all in. Yet, bit-by-bit, it all
played over and over within me. Amy's first overtures....
Amy's kiss... Amy's tender young body within my arms....
our complete encounter. Then it all hit me at once,
EVERYTHING, like some ten-ton Mac truck burrowing down at
80 miles an hour towards all I had known. I had made love
to my beloved Amy, had made love to... made love to my
very own daughter. In the light of day, such a reality I
was woefully ill prepared for.
Christ, I thought over and over again, what sort of hell
must now await me? WHAT HAD I DONE? How was Amy going to
feel towards me now? How could I still be her father...
How could I have let this happen? How could I have?
My eyes instantly fell upon the bathroom door as it
clicked open. Jesus, I thought, Satan himself could have
come out and I wouldn't have been surprised.
At that moment, everything in my world seemed completely
inside out. I was prepared for anything. I imagined Amy
in tears, or with such a look of hatred upon her face
that I'd never recover. But as the bathroom door opened,
as all my fears welled-up inside me into a near
explosion, it all quietly scurried away into oblivion...
There was Amy, incredibly beautiful and... and HAPPY! It
didn't seem possible. Again, reality seemed to be taking
another unimaginable turn.
Amy simply, amazingly, walked out of that bathroom
without an apparent care in the world and silently
grinned straight at me with a huge smile, a smile aimed
straight into my very heart. She was wearing nothing but
my white, terry-cloth robe, which only loosely, almost
comically, really, covered her body, it dragging the
floor behind her with each step. Like this, she quietly,
slowly, and so very knowingly walked towards me with an
enormous smile that seemed to be from... from.
How can I describe it?
I suppose there is no other way to say this: She walked
towards me with that undeniable look from a brand-new
lover. She had put on just enough makeup to accent her
beauty, as if preparing for a Glamour magazine cover
shoot, not in any way overdone, and had her wet hair
bundled up upon her head. She was simply the very picture
of teenage beauty in every way - so incredibly young and
radiant. Her lips, now coated with a deep, coral-red
lipstick, glistened in the morning light as she began to
speak.
"Good Morning, Daddy!" she said enthusiastically, as if
nothing could be more wonderful than the moment at hand.
"Good morning, honey," I said with surprising ease. "How
are you doing, baby? How's everything?"
"I feel wonderful, Daddy. I feel... I don't know...
different, but GREAT!" she shrieked, jumping up onto the
bed and on top of me, laughing hysterically, and
pretending to pin me down. Although the blankets
separated us, she was right back where she had been the
night before, straddling me and smiling down with so much
love and happiness I thought I'd die.
"Honey," I said looking up into her gorgeous brown eyes,
"I don't know what to say. I don't know how to explain
all this, any of it. What happened last night was
nothing, NOTHING I had ever imagined would happen." I
paused briefly, trying desperately to find just the right
words, hopelessly trying to express all that was going on
inside me. I reached up and began stroking the back of
her neck as
I continued, "Baby doll, I feel like I've done... done
something wrong to you, incredibly wrong. I feel like
I've let you down, let something happen that, that you'll
hate me for someday."
I suppose I expected her to argue back that everything
was ok, to verbally try to set my mind at ease. But
instead, she only looked down at me with an expression of
complete understanding, letting a few moments pass before
she said or did anything - never for an instant losing
her smile, nor any of the angelic glow that surrounded
her entire being.
Then my beautiful little daughter, my barely fourteen-
year-old child, leaned herself down and slowly, tenderly,
began to kiss me. As our lips met once again, both her
hands softly cradled my face and cheeks. She held herself
to me like this for nearly a full minute, kissing me as
deeply as she was able, and turning my lips to fire and
almost seared the red lipstick that solely, stoically
stood between us.
My heart rate must have doubled as Amy took that kiss
right out into the stratosphere. With that kiss, Amy
spoke more than any words ever could, as she knew, of
course, it would. In that kiss she told me that all that
was happening between us was something she wanted,
something that was truly beautiful, something that we had
to just let happen. Something that was simply too
wonderful to deny.
As our lips parted, Amy looked into my eyes and laughed,
saying, as if from a new reality that could no longer be
refused, "Daddy, would you like some breakfast? I'm
hungry!"
I had to smile at the normality of such a question, but
couldn't find it within myself to just let it all drop
away without some further discourse. "Honey..." I said,
"Amy, is everything ok? REALLY OK?"
"Daddy, Auntie Drew is right. You think too much!" she
said laughing, referring to my older sister who was
forever accusing me of this.
"Yeah, well," I retorted, "Auntie Drew would probably
think this would be an exception."
"Want some coffee?" she asked, ignoring my comment
completely.
"Yeah," I answered. "I guess I would, honey. I think I
could use it."
Amy leaped off me, laughing at nothing in particular, and
made tracks out through her bedroom door and down the
stairs, leaving me within my new world.
I finally got myself up and took a shower, a very long,
VERY COLD shower. I dried myself off, put on a pair of
shorts and tank top, and found my way slowly down our
stairs.
On my way down, my eyes couldn't help but stare at the
pictures upon our stairway wall as I took each step.
Pictures of Amy age two... age six.... ten.... twelve...
They seemed to be looking at me with such an intensity
now, with such a devotion I'd never before seen.
Inside the kitchen, Amy had just finishing setting the
table. I could smell the mixture of bacon, eggs,
pancakes, and coffee she had been preparing. With no
mother, and me a lousy, impatient cook, Amy had learned
early on to cook and, to my good fortune, she was really
quite good at it. In fact, she had cooked for both of us
ever since she was about six or seven years old, far too
young to be burdened with such tasks. Amazingly, as I
entered the room, I realized I was starving too.
"Hi, Daddy!" Amy said, smiling from ear-to-ear as I came
in, still wearing only my robe. "It's almost ready. I
burned the toast, but I'm making some more."
"God, honey. Everything smells great!"
Amy went over to the stove and flipped the pancakes, then
turned and smiled those gorgeous red lips at me.
Realizing my unrelenting awkwardness with all that was
happening between us, she stopped her activities dead in
their tracks and walked straight up to me. Without a
word, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me,
pressing the full of her body to mine. Her tongue slowly
entering my mouth as our lips caressed.
"Amy," I said once we finally parted. "Really, how do you
know how to kiss like that?"
"Daddy," she laughed. "I've kissed boys before, give me a
break!"
"Really? Who?" I asked sternly, as if still just a normal
dad.
"Lots of boys, Daddy. They like me!" she giggled.
"Oh God... My little girl," I stumbled out. "Seems I've
been missing a few things lately."
"Maybe," she said, smiling back at me with her arms still
around my neck and her lips but inches away, her breath
now becoming my own. "But you're not going to miss
anything anymore, Daddy. I promise." And with that, she
pressed her lips again to mine and, again, nearly brought
me to my knees.
I ate our breakfast as if some craven animal, consuming
twice what I'd normally eat. Amy, too, seemed ferocious
in her appetite, even to the point of mixing more pancake
mix and ladening the stacks with far more butter and
syrup than I could ever remember her doing before.
Amy had begun drinking coffee at quite a young age, about
ten years old, I think, and was now on her second cup.
Throughout our breakfast, for some reason or other, I
couldn't help but continually peek at the lipstick she
left upon her mug. It seemed so erotic, somehow. My
daughter's lipstick traces...
When we had finished stuffing ourselves and our quiet
became deafening, Amy just spoke up out of nowhere, it
seemed, and said, "Daddy, let's make love again. Wouldn't
that be wonderful, wouldn't it great to have the feeling
again like we did last night?"
I almost gagged as I swallowed the last bite of my
breakfast, gagged on such unpretentious honesty.
"Honey, I don't know if we should, yet, I don't know
if..."
"Daddy, please stop. Stop being like that. God, Daddy,
don't you... Don't you GET IT? Can't you see how great
this is, how perfect? You're making me feel... I don't
know, dirty, I guess. Like there's something wrong with
me."
"Amy, honey, there's nothing wrong with you. My God...
nothing!" my words trailed off as my mind entered into a
deep discussion with my heart, with all I believed in.
Really, it just took about half a minute or so of deep
thought for me to, well "get it," but when I did, it was
forever after. I had, as they say, a moment of clarity. I
realized what a fool I was being. I was at the precipice
of throwing away one of the deepest loves possible, a
love more intimate, more powerful, more... more erotic
than what most people could ever dream. I was being a
complete imbecile!
When I looked into my heart of hearts, truly looked
inside my own deepest beliefs, I saw so clearly that
there was nothing wrong going on here, absolutely
nothing. Quite the contrary. All the glory of heaven was
spreading itself before me, for God's sake!
Finally I let go completely of that archaic belief so
ingrained into us all, a belief that assures each of us
that amorous love between those closely related is not
possible, not at least without grave consequences. But
looking at it for what it truly is - simply an ancient
taboo rooted solely in the dangers of inbreeding and the
subsequent limiting of our collective gene pool.
I saw how crazy it was for it to continue to thrive in
this day and age. In a world of 6 billion people, in a
world of birth control, in a world where so many once
forbidden sexual acts are now commonplace, how could such
an honest love as ours be thought wrong? What insane
nonsense! At that moment I decided to open myself up to
all the love that Amy was offering, all the love we could
ever hope to experience.
"Honey?" I said, looking up to see my daughter very near
tears. "Baby? It's okay now, everything is okay."
I got up and walked over to her. I leaned over and put my
hand under her chin, lifted her lips to mine, and slowly
kissed my gorgeous little girl, my child, my new lover.
Amy rose out of her chair as we kissed and silently
untied her robe, letting it drop softly to the floor.
With our lips locked together and her arms wrapping
themselves around my neck, I took Amy's naked little body
up into my arms and carried her through the kitchen door,
up our long, sunlit staircase, and into our deepest
desires.
END
Author's Note: Please note that this story contained only
100% consensual sex. I realize, or course, there are
those that may not accept this possibility, considering
Amy's age.
However that being said, if you ever find yourself
considering forcing yourself upon a minor, or coercing
them in any way, shape, or form into some sexual
relationship, please seek some sort of help before you
start destroying lives.
Such love as I've tried to honestly express between my
daughter and myself is, I believe, a rarity. In your own
life, if such desires truly lurk, make COMPLETELY sure
there is love and kindness at the heart of all actions.
The simple question to ask is: Ten years from now, would
she/he think fondly on the encounter? If the answer is,
in any conception, no, then keep it inside where it
belongs. Thanks!
Comments welcome at: frankd32000@yahoo.com
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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