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Sophie's Choice
by DrMichael (doctor.michael@hotmail.com)

***

A true story of a how an attractive but sexually under-
confident, innocent girl chooses to lose her virginity 
to her stepfather with her mother's help. (M/f-teen, 
1st, inc)

***

Author Note: © Doctor Michael 2008 - This is the true 
story of how my stepdaughter chose to lose her 
virginity. Names, places and ages have been changed to 
protect our anonymity and to make the story suitable 
for publication but the events described actually took 
place during the summer of 2007.

The introduction is perhaps a little too long, but 
please be patient because without understanding our 
backgrounds, Sophie's story might seem unbelievable.

***

They say all happy families are the same, but unhappy 
families are unhappy in their own way.

I can tell you that this is simply not true. My own 
family was happy, is happy and, I hope, will remain 
happy. But I know for certain that we are not like most 
other happy families.

My name is Mike. I'm 42, a family doctor and live with 
my lawyer wife Susie and my eighteen year old 
stepdaughter Sophie. Both Susie and Sophie are sweet, 
bright and beautiful and I sleep with both of them. 

From a very young age, I had suspected that things in 
my family were not quite like in 'normal' families. I 
grew up acutely aware of my older great uncles and 
aunts whispering about things which we children should 
not be told, and it was common knowledge that our 
family had 'secrets' which must not be revealed. 

From the Victorian prudishness with which the little I 
knew had been talked about, and the salacious glee with 
which they discussed it among themselves, I guessed 
that the secrets were sexual in nature.

The nature of the secrets became more obvious to me 
when my own sexual preferences began to manifest 
themselves. As I grew older, went to University and 
eventually qualified, I resolved to investigate.

In times past – even recently past - so many things 
were kept hushed up that it's hard to find reliable 
details of things that took place even one or two 
generations back. Our parents and their parents took 
most of their secrets with them to the grave, but 
sometimes left the odd letter, photograph or other form 
of record which gives a clue to the hidden truth. 

These days, analytical techniques are much better too. 
Blood matching and even DNA tests are available to 
professionals like me so I have been able to find proof 
of relationships which had been little more than 
suspicions for many years.

We are certainly a family of secrets and are used to 
living with them. However, after nearly twenty years' 
genealogical research, I'm fairly certain about a few 
things.

Further back than my grandparents I can only 
conjecture. I hope to discover proof eventually but the 
first person I am truly sure about is my grandmother.

An extraordinary lady, my father's mother was a single 
parent, which was a real scandal for her era. Most 
girls were forced by peer pressure, cultural pressure 
or even the police to reveal the father's name and to 
marry, but throughout her life, my grandmother remained 
strong and silent despite the shame it brought her.

Evidence I now have suggests very strongly that my 
father's father was actually his uncle. In other words 
my grandmother was made pregnant by her own brother (is 
this making sense?) We certainly know they were very 
close and actually shared a house in later life after 
his wife, my great aunt, died. My father was an only 
child and my grandmother died, still unmarried, shortly 
after her brother.

Next, I know for certain that my father married his 
first cousin (his mother's brother's daughter), who 
became my mother. This is not illegal in the UK - 
indeed if cousins couldn't marry then most European 
royal families would have died out centuries ago. It 
is, however, considered inadvisable and runs the risk 
of birth defects. 

If you have read the above carefully, and my suspicions 
are correct, you will have noticed this means that my 
mother was actually my father's half sister as they 
both shared the same father – my great uncle. (Am I 
still making sense?) Their relationship is therefore 
incestuous (they are both still alive and well by the 
way).

My parents had three children – my two older sisters 
and me. My sisters are twins – not uncommon in families 
with some in-breeding – and are three years older than 
me.

My own childhood was characterised by love and 
confusion. When I was very young, my rather domineering 
older sisters used to treat me as if I was another 
girl. Often they would make me dress up as one, and for 
many years we thought nothing about being half dressed 
or even naked around each other – almost as if I wasn't 
a boy at all. As a result I grew up slightly effeminate 
and suffered the usual consequences at school.

Then, of course, as I matured, the physical differences 
between us began to become more obvious. I still 
vividly remember the first time I had an erection in 
their presence.

I was horrified and almost paralysed by embarrassment 
as my sisters pointed to the obvious hardness between 
my naked thighs. After shrieks of horror and amusement 
accompanied by tears of humiliation, they finally let 
me go to my room where I cried on the bed in shame, my 
face buried in the pillow, hating the horrid long thin 
pink thing that had divided me from my beloved sisters. 
I tried to hide it between my thighs and stood in front 
of the mirror wishing my pubic area was as smooth and 
pretty as theirs.

After about an hour, my older sister Sarah came to see 
me. She wiped the drying tears from my face with her 
sleeve and hugged me, all the while whispering how 
sorry she was that they had been so nasty to me.

I began to feel better and hugged her in return as she 
stroked my leg affectionately. To cut a long story 
short, I had another erection but this time instead of 
shrieking, Sarah just looked at it, then gently touched 
it...and touched it some more. 

She wasn't laughing at me. She was curious – gentle and 
affectionate, but ... interested.

When she left I was even more confused. For the rest of 
the day she behaved as if nothing had happened, but 
that night, after I had gone to bed, she crept into my 
room and, after a few minutes' pretending to read to 
me, touched me again.

This happened every night for nearly a week until, 
eventually, Sarah let me touch her in return. A few 
more secret visits passed before our 'touching' became 
mutual masturbation. 

This secret enjoyment went on for many months. Sarah 
enjoyed making me cum with her hands, and I obeyed her 
every command with my fingers in return. It was 
genuinely mutual and loving in every way and I became 
less effeminate by the week. Indeed after a short time 
the bullying stopped altogether and I found myself much 
more attractive to and confident with the girls at 
school.

Finally, after nearly two years of touching, we made 
love properly in my bed. It was the first time for both 
of us and...it was sweet and gentle and caring. And 
clumsy and messy and short! I now felt a real man. 

This loving relationship continued for some time 
without either our sister Samantha or our parents 
knowing, until Sarah got married at the age of twenty 
one.

We have never had sex together since then, but we are 
as close as a brother and sister can be. Samantha is 
quite jealous of my relationship with Sarah which I 
consider to have enriched my life to a great degree.

I married somewhat later at the age of 32. My own wife, 
Susie, was a single parent when we first met and is not 
genetically related to me at all – unusual in my 
family, but all the more healthy for that. 

Susie is average height, average build but with a 
sweet, youthful 'come to bed' face that I find 
incredibly attractive. Both she and Sophie are fiery 
redheads with delicate pale skin, freckles and strong 
characters (just like Susie's father in fact).

We first met through an 'incest interest' message board 
in the early days of the internet. Susie's experiences 
of the on-line community had not been very happy ones 
and she was very wary with new acquaintances. However 
she had eventually learned how to separate the perverts 
from those who genuinely had been the 'victims' of 
incest, and after a handful of on-line 'dates' felt 
confident enough to tell me that she had slept with her 
father since she was quite a young girl, after her 
mother had been killed in a road traffic accident. 

I explained my background and my experiences and we 
agreed to talk on the telephone. It took a long time 
for us to get to know each other well enough to meet in 
person, but after that our relationship developed 
apace. 

Susie did not feel she had been abused – rather it had 
given her sexual confidence and deepened her love for 
her father – but now he was no longer alive, she felt 
the need to talk to someone about it and of course 
could never tell her family or friends. The closeness 
of her relationship with her father had contributed to 
the failure of her first marriage and she had been 
involved in a number of short term, unsatisfactory 
relationships since then. My own love life had followed 
a similar track so I suppose we were well matched.

Her daughter Sophie is the happy but unplanned result 
of Susie's affair with her father, a fact that was 
covered up by the two of them until he died of cancer 
at the early age of 57, leaving her feeling abandoned 
and alone. Her family were quite unable to understand 
just why his death had affected her so very badly and 
of course she could not explain, hence turning to the 
on-line community. 

Sophie is a little taller than her mother and as long 
as I have known her has been very slim – almost skinny 
- making her seem much younger than she actually is. 
She is very attractive to boys, but her red hair and 
strong character seem to intimidate the many under-
confident ones she meets. I know her as the sweet, 
insecure little girl she will probably always be.

With my own family history, I had no difficulty in 
accepting and understanding Susie's attitude and she 
began to trust me. After a while, with so much in 
common, we fell in love. Within a year were married, 
became a family of three and have lived together for 
over ten years.

Sophie took a full year to accept me into their family, 
but eventually moved from hostility to tolerance and 
finally to affection. She and I had been close for a 
long time before the events told in this story took 
place. It's likely that my not being a blood relation 
made the whole thing more possible. 

This is a long introduction, I know, and I hope you're 
not bored yet, but I thought it would make the 
following true story more meaningful. Without knowing 
our backgrounds, the following events would be hard to 
believe.

Sophie's Choice

I'm not entirely sure when my interest in my step 
daughter Sophie changed from fatherly to sexual. For 
most of our life together, my attitude was that of a 
normal, if perhaps over-protective protective 
stepfather. However, it was impossible to live in the 
same house as such a beautiful, maturing girl without 
noticing 'things' developing about her.

As her teenage progressed, the pale skinny waif of a 
girl I had known seemed to grow suddenly before my eyes 
into a fuller, more rounded woman and I found it 
impossible to see her around the house without feeling 
strong sexual urges. I'm not sure whether she 
consciously did it, but to this day I'm certain that 
Sophie played up to my increasingly obvious interest in 
her. 

For several years I managed to suppress my feelings – 
although my dreams were haunted by her - but eventually 
during the early hours when I had woken both myself and 
Susie up by calling Sophie's name in the night during a 
particularly vivid and obviously wet dream, I could no 
longer conceal the attraction. It was simply too strong 
to be ignored and confessed it to my wife.

To my eternal gratitude, Susie listened to me calmly 
without passing judgement and without the violent, 
emotional reaction I expected. She is a truly 
extraordinary woman who continues to surprise me. When 
I had finished my confession, to my astonishment, Susie 
sat in silence for a full five minutes then, to my 
relief, told me she understood my predicament. 

With a new frankness and openness, she explained that 
her own father had made advances to her at a much 
earlier age than Sophie was so she did not find my 
desires for the girl I considered more my daughter than 
a stepdaughter to be either incomprehensible or 
revolting. 

She asked me how far I had imagined it going. I 
confessed that I had fantasised often about making love 
to her in her own bed, but had never imagined anything 
could happen 'for real'.

Susie gave me a strange, analysing look which I'm sure 
would have unsettled her most strident clients. It 
certainly unsettled me. All sorts of possible outcomes 
sped through my mind, but the words that finally left 
my wife's mouth were ones I had never even dreamed of.

To my amazement, Susie suggested that she gradually 
introduced the idea of a sexual relationship with me to 
Sophie over the next few weeks. At first I could not 
believe my ears, but she assured me she was deadly 
serious – her own relationship with her father had been 
so close, strong and positive for her that she wanted 
her daughter at least to have the chance of having 
something similar.

Naturally I was excited at the idea, but at the same 
time apprehensive. After all, I had little or no reason 
to believe Sophie had any sexual feelings for me at 
all!

Meanwhile our own sex life inexplicably took a sharp 
turn for the better, and although I said and did 
nothing untoward, I found myself fantasising about my 
Sophie more and more often. 

Over the next few weeks I found myself noticing the 
things she did more as well - little things like the 
accidental leaving open of the bathroom or bedroom door 
while she was changing or bathing, or the careless 
flashing of her panties getting in or out of the car. 
And she seemed to have started wearing exceptionally 
short skirts around the house. In fact I had twice sent 
her back to her room to change into something more 
modest – an action that seemed to hurt her rather than 
make her angry.

I put it down to coincidence and an over active 
imagination on my part. But it kept going on! 

After six weeks of increasing frustration, I plucked up 
the courage to talk to Susie once again about how I 
felt and about the difficulty of living with a girl 
whose sexuality seemed to grow by the week. Susie's 
response knocked me sideways.

"Haven't you two done anything yet?" Her voice sounded 
exasperated. "Just how slow are you, Mike?" I stared at 
her dumbstruck. "She's been sending you messages for 
weeks – so clearly even I can see them!"

I just stood there, speechless.

"I thought you two had already started... Christ, Mike, 
for an intelligent and successful man you can be really 
stupid some times!"

"Wh..What?" I stammered, making even more of a fool of 
myself. Susie made an exasperated sound and walked 
across the kitchen to where the kettle was boiling.

"I spoke to her as she went to bed the day after your 
'night time confession'." Susie began, pouring two 
steaming mugs of tea and sitting down, indicating that 
I should do the same. I sat, and as we sipped our tea, 
a strange unreal feeling crept over me.

"What...What did she day?" I asked, my voice 
surprisingly hesitant. Susie sat back in her chair.

"I won't pretend she was pleased, Mike. Actually, at 
first she was horrified." Susie said and my heart sank 
like a stone. Had I just destroyed our family? Susie 
leaned towards me and stared straight into my eyes.

"I said, at first!" She continued, seeing the look on 
my face. I pressed her for more news.

"We have had a few mother / daughter heart to hearts 
since then." She went on. "I told her – well, I told 
her how much you loved her and that it was because of 
that love, not in spite of it that you felt this way 
towards her."

Nice words, I thought. All the nicer for being true!

"What eventually got through to her – and you'll 
understand how difficult this was for me Mike – was 
when I told her about my Dad and me. How special our 
relationship was and what it meant to both of us."

I was amazed. Susie had barely mentioned this part of 
her life since we had been married. It was an unwritten 
rule between us.

"And what did she say to that?" I asked, eager to 
learn.

Susie leaned back again and thought for almost a whole 
minute.

"Actually I'm surprised how mature she was. I can't be 
sure she really understood everything, but we both 
cried quite a lot and hugged each other a lot."

"Did you explain who her father really is?" I asked 
tentatively.

"Not directly. And she didn't ask directly either, but 
she's a bright girl and will certainly work it out. She 
asked me lots of questions about her Grandfather and – 
to my surprise – I answered them all, truthfully. 
Actually it was good for me to talk about it all 
again."

Susie looked genuinely pleased. She continued.

"I asked her a few questions too – including if she was 
still a virgin and she said she was."

This was a genuine surprise to me. Sophie had a 
constant stream of boyfriends coming to the house. 
Although I hated the thought, I had just assumed that, 
now she was eighteen, she must have slept with at least 
one of them by now. She might, of course have been 
lying to her mother but I let that thought go, and 
listened intently.

"She told me she was frightened about giving herself to 
a boy who might hurt her both physically and 
emotionally." Susie explained. "She told me she'd heard 
lots of 'kiss and tell' stories from the boys at 
school." She laughed. "Some of them might even have 
been true!"

I smiled, remembering the nonsense that had been talked 
when I was her age.

"What did you say to that?" I asked.

"I told her I had felt exactly the same, especially 
with all the pressures that there are on both boys and 
girls of her age." Susie replied. "It seems she's 
reached the point of no return several times with 
boyfriends but has always stopped them short of full 
sex."

I nodded, oddly pleased.

"Now, of course, she has the reputation of being 
frigid." Susie said unhappily. "But she's genuinely 
scared of what might happen if she lets a boy go any 
further."

"What did you tell her?" I asked, eager to know what 
happened next.

"Well, it took a while to summon up the courage, Mike, 
but I told her how good it had been for me to learn 
about sex in a safe and loving environment with an 
experienced man whom I could trust absolutely."

At this point I began to have doubts. Was my interest 
really a manifestation of love and trust? Or was it 
just lust on my part? To be truthful, I'm still not 
sure of my own motives then, but it was too late to go 
back now, and Susie was still talking.

"I told her how I had given my virginity to my Dad and 
in return had learned how wonderful sex with the right 
person could be. How it had given me confidence to deal 
with boys my age on equal terms, and how, after a 
while, I had felt able to try new things with him in a 
loving, supportive and safe environment." 

I could tell the memory was still vivid in her mind by 
the tears welling up in her eyes. She seldom talked 
about her father these days.

"In fact, I told her how it gave me the confidence to 
really enjoy my sex life with the few partners I'd had 
- right up to – and including - you!"

This was certainly true. From the moment she had 
eventually decided to go to bed with me, Susie had been 
an exciting and adventurous lover. She still was.

"That's the advantage of being married to a lawyer, 
Susie." I joked. "You could persuade me to do anything 
if you talked to me like that."

She smiled broadly. 

"Well, as a lawyer I should tell you I also explained 
to her that having sex with her father or stepfather 
is, strictly speaking, illegal, whatever your ages, and 
that she must never tell anyone about her Grandfather 
and me or I could go to prison.

"I also told her that she should think hard about 
whether she wanted the same relationship with you and 
that if she decided she did want it she must remember 
that, although she would have my approval and help if 
she wanted it, in the end you are married to me, not to 
her."

My head was swimming with bewilderment by now, but 
Susie hadn't finished.

"I suggested she thought about it carefully and made a 
cool and calm decision one way or the other. That if 
she said no, you and I would understand and would still 
love her as a daughter; that it was entirely her 
decision and she shouldn't feel under pressure either 
way."

"And what did she say?" I demanded, eager to know.

"She said she would think carefully about it. Mike, she 
hasn't spoken to me about it again so I don't know for 
certain what she thinks." 

I felt crestfallen. How could Susie have told me such a 
story but without an ending?

"But since then." She continued. "As I said, I've seen 
all the messages she's been sending out to you; all the 
open doors and flashes of knickers; all the short 
skirts and coming downstairs in her night clothes; all 
those looks across the breakfast table."

"And I missed the significance of them all?" I asked, 
feeling very stupid.

She nodded.

"Mike, I'm pretty sure she wants you!"

"But I need to be absolutely sure!" I asked. "I can't 
possibly make a move unless I know for certain. I can't 
take the chance of ruining my relationship with Sophie 
through a –misunderstanding on this scale."

Susie thought for a minute.

"I'll go and talk to her in her room now. Go and have a 
shower – you look hot and sweaty! Neither of us will 
want to get close to you when you're like that."

And with that she abruptly left me sitting at the 
kitchen table and went upstairs.

The next twenty minutes were some of the longest in my 
life. After Susie's footsteps had ceased, I followed 
her upstairs, straining unsuccessfully to hear the 
conversation I felt sure was taking place behind my 
stepdaughter's bedroom door. There were murmurs but no 
words could be distinguished.

Disappointed, I went into our bedroom and across to the 
en suite bathroom where I undressed and stepped into 
the shower. The warm water immediately made me feel 
better, and as I soaped myself all over I began to 
fantasise once again about what being in bed with my 
stepdaughter might really be like.

Images of my sister Sarah flashed through my mind and 
inevitably to my groin where without my realising it, a 
huge erection was developing.

I was washing my hair vigorously and hadn't noticed 
Susie entering the shower room. She, however, 
immediately noticed both the soap suds on my face and 
the erection slapping against my lower belly.

"I see you've been - thinking - again!" She shouted 
above the roar of the water.

I jumped with surprise and quickly and inefficiently 
tried to wash the soap from my body. I threw open the 
shower door and stepped naked onto the bathmat, my 
erection starting to droop with my embarrassment. I 
grabbed a bath towel and hurriedly dried myself down, 
at the same time throwing my wife a glance which was 
loaded with doubt and uncertainty.

"Well? What did she say?" I asked, rubbing myself with 
the towel until my skin was red.

Susie breathed out heavily. It didn't sound good. My 
erection drooped further.

"I suppose you might be the luckiest man in England, or 
perhaps your timing was inspired."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean that the object of your incestuous desire was 
within hours of giving up on you!"

"What?"

She laughed and sat down on the edge of the bath.

"Your beloved daughter (Susie never referred to Sophie 
as my stepdaughter) has been trying for nearly two 
months to show you that your advances would be welcome. 
You of course didn't notice this.

"Your apparent complete lack of interest in the most 
precious thing she has to give has hurt her. She 
thought you didn't want her after all – that you led 
her on and then rejected her. She was preparing to let 
her latest spotty teenage boyfriend take her virginity 
tomorrow night."

"Christ!" Was all I could say.

"So if you don't want to mess things up even further, I 
suggest you and your lumpy towel get down to her room 
in the next two minutes!"

I looked down at the tent in the bath towel my revived 
erection was making and grinned sheepishly. I moved 
quickly towards the door then stopped suddenly in my 
tracks.

"And you're sure you don't mind, Susie? You're really 
sure?"

"I'm sure. I've had two months to think about it too 
Mike." She replied. I turned back to the door and was 
just about to go through it when she added.

"Just as long as you always remember who you're really 
married to, I think it would be good for both of you."

"You're an angel, Suze!" I exclaimed, rushing back and 
kissing her on the lips.

"Bugger off!" she laughed and I almost ran out of the 
door. "Be very gentle!" She called after me.

I closed the bedroom door behind me and stood on the 
landing for a minute, thinking. As you would expect, 
doubts flooded my mind. What I wanted was certainly not 
legal – not even natural by most moral standards – but 
by her own admission it had done Susie no harm; in fact 
she believed it had helped her. 

Did I really have my stepdaughter's best interests at 
heart? Or was it just my own perverse sexual 
gratification? Perhaps these thoughts were merely an 
attempt to make myself believe I had made a rational, 
sensible decision, but looking back, nothing short of 
sheer physical force could have prevented me from 
crossing to Sophie's room and gently tapping on the 
door.

There was a rustling sound from within and a soft, 
almost inaudible voice said "Hello?"

I opened the door slowly and poked my head around the 
edge. The room was dark and there was no sign of 
movement.

"Princess?" I whispered. "It's me!"

There was a rasping sound as a match was struck and 
light flared at the bed head. In the red-orange light 
of the flame I saw my daughter carefully lighting a 
low, thick candle. Its flame caught and the light in 
the room brightened a little.

Sophie put the candle down on her bedside table and 
looked up at me. I was speechless. In the low light her 
red hair, brushed till it shone, glowed like gold. Her 
pale skin appeared soft and milky in a picture of 
sweet, yet definitely accessible innocence.

She was sitting upright in the bed, the single white 
sheet covering her knees which were drawn up almost 
under her chin. The sheet's embroidered hem rested on 
her breasts hiding them from my eyes, but I could 
clearly tell that, beneath it, she was already naked.

Her mother must have spent some time preparing Sophie 
for this encounter. I felt a warm glow within me and a 
pain in my groin as my erection strained against the 
towel which constrained it.

Closing the door firmly, I crossed the room to her side 
and sat carefully on the edge of the divan, my towel 
uncomfortably still over my unconcealable erection. I 
kissed her on the forehead.

"Mum told me. I've been an idiot, haven't I?" I said.

Sophie looked sheepish. 

"I would never call you that, Dad?" she replied, 
looking very young and very innocent. She looked down 
at her knees. "I was upset when you didn't say anything 
though. I thought you might hate me and..."

I put a finger across her lips.

"Princess!" I whispered earnestly. "I could never hate 
you no matter what you did. And to think you were 
offering me..." I couldn't finish the sentence, my 
throat felt so choked up.

Sophie took my hand in hers and squeezed, smiling at 
me.

"Are you sure? Really sure you want this?" I asked.

There was a pause just long enough to make me believe 
she really was thinking it over one last time, and then 
she nodded.

"I'm really, really sure Dad." She replied, squeezing 
my fingers again.

I smiled indulgently and raised her hand to my lips. I 
kissed her fingers, then her hand and her wrist as my 
other hand stroked her cheek. I drew a finger along the 
line of her jaw, then across her lips, which opened to 
let her teeth nibble my fingertip.

Releasing her hand, my arm snaked loosely around her 
neck and drew her towards me until our lips met. 

For the rest of my life I will remember every second – 
every fraction of a second of that kiss; the moment 
when my lovely stepdaughter changed from my little girl 
into my lover.

Her lips were cool; her mouth was hot; her tongue 
astonishingly active against mine. A virgin she might 
still have been, but she was certainly no stranger to 
kissing. I pressed my lips onto hers and her hair fell 
backwards over my arm, its clean, fresh smell filling 
my nostrils. 

Slowly she lowered her arms, and with them the white 
bed sheet leaving her breasts naked in the candlelight.

My hand rose instinctively to caress them. They felt 
small and firm under my fingers, with the nipples 
already erect. I cursed the rough skin of my hands as 
my palms cupped and gently kneaded them. 

Sophie's mouth became more active on mine as a tide of 
desire began to rise within her. Our lips parted and 
she panted a little, her heaving chest forcing her cone 
shaped nipples against my hands, increasing her desire 
still further.

The softness of her flesh under my hands aroused me 
further. I lowered her head to the crisp white pillow 
and, stroking her cheek again, lowered my head until my 
lips found the large, dark circles of her nipples. My 
fingers raised her breasts gently to my mouth and I 
flicked my tongue lightly over each nipple in turn. I 
could hear her breathing quicken as my tongue danced 
over the hard, dark flesh.

For a few blissful minutes, I suckled softly on my 
daughter's breasts, drawing each nipple into my mouth, 
my tongue caressing each delicate tip, my lips sucking 
gently, my teeth lightly nipping each bud in turn.

Sophie writhed on the sheet, her hands stroking my back 
and sides. I raised my mouth to hers and kissed her 
lips again, my tongue seeking hers deep in her fresh 
mint-flavoured mouth. As we kissed, I slid my left hand 
under the sheet and along the soft skin of her thigh.

I drew my fingers slowly in a long line up the inside 
of her thigh towards her vulva. Instinctively, she 
pressed her knees together to prevent my touching her 
most private parts. I smiled at her and lowered my hand 
to her knees again.

"Are you ok Princess?" I whispered. Sophie nodded.

My hand rose again towards her vulva. Again her legs 
tightened together but less strongly so this time. I 
stroked her upper thigh gently then ran my fingers 
slowly up and down her legs, each gentle stroke 
pressing deeper and deeper, higher and higher, her legs 
parting fraction by fraction until my fingers finally 
brushed against her soft, tightly curled pubic hair.

Sophie froze at the touch of my fingers on her outer 
lips. I held my hand still, allowing her body to adjust 
to the feeling as I kissed her deliberately deeply, 
thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth.

I felt the tension in her body begin to relax and 
pressed my middle finger between her outer lips, 
parting them gently. She was hot and wet inside. I felt 
encouraged. Kissing her lips more gently now, I began 
to work my finger up and down her slit, feeling her 
legs parting slowly and her vulva opening like a flower 
at my touch. 

With as much gentleness as I could muster, I slid my 
finger towards the top of her slit to find her 
clitoris. It was tiny and took several small circles of 
my fingertip to locate, but when eventually I touched 
its delicate underside, my daughter's body jumped in 
surprise on the sheet alongside me.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked softly. There was a pause 
then she shook her head.

"Do you want me to stop now?" This was answered by an 
emphatic shaking of her head.

Relaxing a little, I began to move my fingertip in 
little circles around her tiny but swelling clitoris, 
feeling it grow harder and larger at my touch. Sophie's 
legs opened wider to allow me freer access and she 
began to moan softly under her breath. I felt her 
vagina lubricating, her wetness running down my 
remaining fingers and into my palm. I kissed her 
breasts, my tongue and teeth toying with her nipples as 
her excitement grew and grew, her head rocking slowly 
from side to side on the pillow.

It was time to move on. 

My fingers still pressed firmly against her inner lips, 
I kissed her firm, pointed breasts one last time and 
slowly planted a line of tiny butterfly kissed across 
the smooth skin of her belly as I moved my mouth closer 
and closer to the heat of her vulva. The firm muscles 
of her skinny tummy emphasised her youth and innocence 
and brought a lump of emotion to my throat.

I wriggled around the bed until I was kneeling on the 
floor, my head between her open thighs. I lowered my 
face to her vulva.

"What are you doing, Dad?" She asked in a hushed, 
slightly dreamy voice.

"Shhh Princess!" I whispered. "Trust me – you'll love 
it!"

And with that, I gently teased open her puffy outer 
labia revealing her red, wet core. I could smell the 
sexiness of her arousal against the sweet aroma of bath 
oil on her skin. 

I breathed heavily onto the puffy outer lips of her 
vulva. She shivered a little.

"What are you..."

My tongue toyed with her tightly curled pubic hair and 
tickled the hairless crease where her thigh met her 
vulva. 

"Oh!..." She said almost in surprise. She hummed under 
her breath, sounding so young but feeling so much a 
woman to me.

Then, in a single stroke, I ran the tip of my tongue 
from the base of her slit upwards until it danced over 
her tiny hard clitoris.

"Oh My God!" 

Sophie's body convulsed on the bed. She sat bolt 
upright and grabbed my hair with both hands. 

"Princess! Did I hurt you?" I asked for the second 
time.

She did not reply but I felt her painful grip on my 
hair relax a little as she lowered herself to the 
pillow again.

My confidence restored, I returned my attention to her 
vulva where, with even more care, I began to lap at her 
inner lips.

"OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod!" 

This time the pleasure in her voice was unmistakeable. 
I slid my palms under her soft buttocks and lifted her 
sweetness to my mouth. Gently, gently I lapped again at 
her inner lips, and upwards until the tip of my tongue 
found the hood of her clitoris. I worked my tongue 
under the hood, then round in circles until I brought 
it upwards in a long stroke along its underside.

Sophie convulsed on the bed once again and a loud 
squeal shattered the silence in the room. The sudden 
noise surprised me but held her buttocks in my palms 
and kept on licking and kissing my daughter as her 
pleasure mounted, dipping my tongue into her vagina 
with each stroke, feeling the resistance of her intact 
hymen against its tip as I teased her.

Her hands gripped my hair tightly again as tremors of 
what was perhaps her first climax passed through her 
body. Sophie began to moan loudly – a strange, 
unfamiliar sound, almost like an animal in pain and I 
realised she was probably at least as scared by these 
new sensations as she was aroused. She squealed loudly 
as once again my tongue enveloped her hard clitoris.

"Are you alright?" I suddenly heard from the doorway 
behind me as Susie peered around the door's edge.

I froze, trying to imagine my wife's response at seeing 
my head buried deep between her daughter's thighs. But 
I needn't have worried.

"Mmmm Mum." Sophie mumbled, waving her hand in Susie's 
general direction as if to summon her closer. Susie, 
her white bathrobe wrapped around her, stepped quickly 
over to the bedside and held her daughter's hand 
tightly.

"Do you want Daddy to stop, darling?" She whispered. 
Sophie shook her head.

"N...No...Yes...No, not now you're here mum." 

Her head fell back onto the pillow and without 
speaking, I turned my attention back to the moist 
triangle between her thighs, licking again and again. 
The taste was unlike any I had experienced before or 
since – the unique flavour of a young girl's body 
preparing itself for its first penetration.

I lapped; I licked; I circled; I drove my tongue as far 
into her vagina as her hymen would allow. Sophie 
gripped her mother's hand tightly as her body trembled 
and shook, the moisture in my mouth changing in taste 
and texture as her excitement rose until I realised 
that I was in danger of cumming myself before the most 
important deed had been done. 

Reluctantly raising my head from her wide spread 
thighs, I slid up the bed alongside Sophie's trembling 
body until my eyes were alongside hers. Her face was 
flushed pink, as was her chest. There were beads of 
sweat on her forehead.

"It's time Princess." I whispered. "Are you still 
sure?"

The look in my daughter's eyes as she replied almost 
brought tears to mine.

"I'm sure Dad. Please!"

I looked at my wife for final reassurance. Susie smiled 
and nodded too.

The towel around my waist had long since fallen away 
and my erection had become painfully hard. I knelt 
again between my daughter's thighs and, taking my 
weight on my left arm, used my right to guide the red, 
swollen head of my cock towards its goal.

Sophie grasped her mother's hand tightly as I gently 
slid the head of my cock up and down her moist slit 
until its head nestled against her inner lips and 
parted them. Her tiny, delicate hymen obstructed the 
way – insubstantial, paper thin but psychologically as 
strong as a steel door.

"Last chance to change your mind!" I asked one last 
time. Sophie smiled and I saw her grip on Susie's hand 
tighten.

Then, with all the love, care and bodily control I 
could muster, I gently but irresistibly pressed myself 
forwards. There was the softest, sweetest, surprisingly 
strong resistance from her hymen which made me pause. I 
pulled back then pressed forward in small, jerking 
movements, each one a little stronger than the last 
until it finally yielded and my cock sank half way into 
my daughter's beautiful body.

Beneath me, Sophie gasped aloud and her body went 
stiff. I head Susie gasp too as Sophie's knuckles 
turned white, so tightly had she gripped her mother's 
hand. I paused, watching my beautiful daughter's face 
contort in sudden pain, then slowly begin relax as her 
body adjusted to the unfamiliar invasion into its most 
private part.

As the tension began to leave her body, I pulled back 
before gently pressing myself forwards, inch by inch, 
deeper and deeper into her vagina, feeling her gasp, 
tighten and relax, gasp, tighten and relax with every 
inch of my penetration. After what seemed like an age, 
my groin finally ground up against her pubic mound; my 
dark, wiry pubic hair meeting her sparse fiery red 
triangle. 

To my astonished delight I realised I had buried the 
full length of my cock in my daughter's vagina. She had 
given me the most precious thing she had to offer – her 
virginity.

I paused, looking down on the sweet face I had known 
for over ten years. Waves of love and a desire to 
protect her washed over me. Her eyes opened slowly. 
There were tiny tears in their corners. Looking deeply 
into her eyes, I drew myself slowly back until just my 
head was inside her then pressed forwards again. 

This time, my cock slid smoothly its full length into 
her body until with a soft wet sound, my adult body 
pressed against her sweet child like one again and the 
thick base of my shaft stretched her newly awakened 
entrance. Sophie grunted and bit her lower lip, her 
grip on her mother's hand tightening once again.

"That's good darling!" Susie whispered to her. "The 
painful part is over now. Just try and relax and let 
your father make you feel good."

Sophie nodded, her teeth still clamped hard on her 
lower lip, her body still tense. I pulled back and 
gently but firmly thrust forward again. She was so 
tight around me I realised that at this rate I would 
cum very quickly. Perhaps that was best for her first 
time.

I thrust twice more and felt her body begin to relax. 
Her thighs parted further and when I thrust a third 
time, I felt myself go perceptibly deeper into her 
until my swollen head met an obstruction deep within 
her which could only have been her cervix. 

This time Sophie squealed with surprise.

"Still OK, Princess?" I asked softly. She smiled and 
nodded, looking across at her mother for reassurance.

Twice more I thrust myself into her, each time the 
wetness around my shaft increasing and the slapping 
sound growing louder. I found a slow rhythm, moving in 
and out at a pace which I thought would be just fast 
enough to bring her pleasure, but still slow enough to 
prevent me cumming too soon.

Sophie began to moan in time with my thrusts, her back 
arching a little. Releasing her mother's hand, she 
reached up with her fingers and clumsily stroked my 
chest, her fingertips wrapping themselves in my body 
hair. My pace increased as I began to lose control of 
myself and I felt her vagina tighten around my shaft as 
her body tensed again.

The wet, slapping noises increased in volume and 
frequency and I heard my daughter begin to moan louder, 
her voice catching in her throat. I looked downwards to 
the source of my pleasure and saw my long, narrow shaft 
plunging into her body, covered in the pale pink foam 
of her juices tinged with blood. 

Sophie's eyes flew open wide, her knees bent, legs 
spread even wider apart and her hands grabbed the sheet 
beneath her as the weight of my body collided with her 
soft frame. Her head was flung backwards, her mouth 
open in a silent scream as her first, frightening 
climax began. She shook, shuddered and her face and 
upper chest flushed bright pink.

"OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod!" 

The words were barely decipherable but were music to my 
ears. 

"Daddy! Mommy!" She garbled as a second wave washed 
over her young body.

Suddenly it was all too much for me. Losing control 
completely, my body of its own accord began the fast, 
hard, deep thrusts that would bring me to a rapid 
climax.

"Remember to pull out!" My wife Susie whispered 
hoarsely, recognising how close to ejaculation I was. I 
barely heard her - the extreme pleasure was washing 
over me in waves and drowning out all other sensations.

"Mike! Pull out! Now! She's not on the pill!" Susie 
said much louder but it was no use. My body was on 
auto-pilot and my climax began in earnest. 

A knot of fire appeared in my lower back, spread 
through my thighs and into my groin and, as I lost the 
last vestiges of control of my body, it began to thrust 
wildly into my daughter's softness in time with the hot 
spurts of a painfully large, messy, noisy ejaculation 
that shook me from my toes to the hair on my head.

"Oooohhh! Nnnnnggghhhh!" 

The voice I heard was mine but yet not mine as hot, 
burning semen surged through my erection and erupted 
into my daughter's body. My own body jerked and 
twitched with the spasms of a climax which tightened my 
chest so I could barely breathe. Time after time my 
body spasmed and more semen burst from me until, 
finally, I began to regain control.

My eyes gradually focussed once again and I could see 
my daughter's sweet face beneath me in the candlelight. 
There was more sweat on her pink flushed forehead and 
her expression was a mix of fear, pleasure and concern.

"Are you OK Daddy?" She asked, her voice trembling. I 
nodded. 

"Are you alright sweetheart?" I croaked. "Did I hurt 
you?"

"A little." She replied. "But it didn't last long."

I felt myself softening inside her. 

"Hold her close, Mike" Susie whispered. 

I understood and gently lowered myself onto the 
rumpled, stained sheet alongside her. My flaccid cock 
slipped smoothly from her body and a sticky trickle of 
our combined fluids dripped flowed onto the sheet. 

I folded my daughter lovingly in my arms as her 
emotions slowly calmed down and her body recovered from 
the shock of its first penetration and climax. I hugged 
her close, feeling her trembling; breathing in the 
sweetness of her hair as she buried her face in my 
chest.

"I love you darling." I whispered into her long, soft 
hair. We lay in silence, Susie stroking her daughter's 
hair and back.

After a long while, she whispered in my ear.

"You mustn't let her sleep alone tonight. I'll leave 
you to it." 

I nodded. "Susie I...are you...I mean ..."

My wife smiled at the two of us.

"It's ok Mike. Goodnight." She bent and kissed Sophie 
on the forehead and silently left the room, closing the 
door behind her, leaving my daughter and me in her 
single bed together.


I was awakened later than usual the following morning 
by the sounds of breakfast being made in the kitchen 
downstairs. Gingerly opening my eyes, my first thought 
was 'Where am I?" But I quickly recognised the room as 
Sophie's.

But what was I doing here?

For an instant I thought that I had enjoyed an 
unusually vivid dream in the night. A very pleasant 
dream, but a dream none the less.

But as my memory returned, I quickly became aware of 
the heat of another human body in the bed behind me. 
Turning carefully over, I saw Sophie lying next to me, 
her body mirroring my own like two spoons opposite each 
other in a drawer.

She was naked. Her eyes were open but her head was 
still on the pillow, her red hair fanning over the 
white linen and shining in the few rays of sun that 
spilled in through a gap in the curtains.

As my eyes focussed on her, she smiled.

"So it wasn't a dream?" I whispered, taking care not to 
spoil the moment with morning breath.

Sophie smiled and shook her head then wriggled closer 
to me. My arms instinctively went around her again and 
pulled her to me. I hugged her tightly.

"Are you ok? Really ok?" I asked. "You don't regret 
what happened?"

She cuddled closer. "No Dad." She murmured. I felt 
better.

There was a sound from across the room. We both looked 
up as Susie quietly opened the door and entered. She 
wore her bathrobe and carried a tray on which sat three 
steaming mugs.

"Good morning you two!" She said smiling, sitting down 
on the edge of the mattress. "How do you feel now?" She 
asked, clearly addressing our daughter rather than me.

"Fine Mum." Sophie whispered, her voice still unstable 
with sleep and disorientation. "A bit sore, to be 
honest." Sophie added with a little embarrassment.

"That's to be expected, love." Susie comforted her. "It 
will soon pass. I'll give you something to help later."

She passed the tea round. Sophie and I sat up in bed to 
drink it, Sophie endearingly pulling the duvet up to 
cover her breasts.

"Losing your virginity is a big thing, darling." My 
wife continued. "It IS painful at first. But just think 
how much worse it would have been if you had lost it in 
a crude fumble in the back of a car with some spotty 
boy who might hurt you, then leave you and tell all his 
friends that he's popped your cherry. This way is much 
better, believe me."

Sophie nodded, her eyes still a little drowsy.

"I understand Mum. I'm sure you're right."

"You've been lucky. You've been introduced to womanhood 
by someone who loves you, who is gentle and experienced 
and who knows how important it is to stay close to you 
afterwards. It's how your Grandad helped me, and I've 
always been grateful for it. "

I reached across and grasped my daughter's hand. She 
squeezed my fingers.

"There's just one problem." Susie added.

Sophie and I raised our heads in question.

"Well, your Dad found the whole thing so arousing that 
he..he... came inside you, didn't he?"

The awful truth suddenly dawned on me.

"That means we have to get you the morning after pill 
to make sure you don't get pregnant."

I felt a cold chill pass through me.

"Don't worry." Susie continued, seeing her daughter's 
consternation. "If you write me a prescription I'll go 
and get them. I'll pretend they're for me." She turned 
towards the door then turned back towards us. "And I 
suppose I'd better get some condoms too. I can't 
imagine either of you will want last night to be the 
only time."

Sophie blushed bright red at her mother's words.

"Although you really should go on the pill now, 
darling. Perhaps your father can write you a 
prescription too?"

I nodded slowly, still unable to believe what had 
happened.

"I'd better get dressed, Princess." I said, swinging my 
legs around and standing up. "I'm due at work this 
morning. And I'm sure you and your Mum want to talk."

The closeness to my daughter's beautiful body had 
already brought me half an erection. Embarrassed, I 
found the towel from the previous night and wrapped it 
around my waist. The tent was too obvious to hide. I 
looked at Sophie. We both giggled.

"Will you be ok now?" I asked her. 

"I feel fine Dad. No. I feel great."

"Breakfast in ten minutes?" I asked, turning towards 
the door.

"Dad!" Sophie called from behind me. I turned to face 
my daughter. 

"Thanks!" She said. I flushed red and, smiling, left 
the room.


Half an hour later, after a quick shower and an even 
quicker breakfast, I put my head into Sophie's room to 
say a quick goodbye. Sophie was not there, but my wife 
was busy stripping the bed.

"Hmm" She said, holding up the bottom sheet. On it was 
a clear pink oval stain, about six inches across. I 
blushed when I realised in must have been a combination 
of my semen and a few drops of my daughter's virgin 
blood, ground into the linen by our writhing bodies.

"You're an angel, Suzie!" I said, meaning every 
syllable of it. 

"I might well be!" She replied. "But you're late!"

I kissed her full on the lips and rushed from the room, 
banging on the family bathroom door as I passed and 
calling out 

"See you later Princess! I love you!"

"Love you too Dad!" Came through the door over the 
sound of running water.

I hurried downstairs, out of the front door and drove 
too quickly to my surgery, arriving a full half hour 
late to my patients' disgust.


The whole of the next day passed surprisingly quickly 
and uneventfully. I wrote the necessary two 
prescriptions and my wife obtained both the morning 
after and the contraceptive pills for Sophie, along 
with a large pack of condoms. 

The surgery was very busy and, after a late start, I 
was detained until well into the evening. It was after 
dinner, before I was able to talk to Sophie about what 
had happened. Susie was getting ready to go out to play 
tennis and the two of us were in Sophie's room again.

There was an awkwardness in the air. Embarrassment 
along with a strong sexual frisson.

"Princess." I said, struggling to keep my voice 
sounding normal. "Last night was wonderful for me, and 
I hope you enjoyed it too. I know your mum has bought 
all that... stuff... today, but you mustn't feel 
obliged to do it or anything else with me again.

Sophie was listening attentively.

"I want you to know that you are still my daughter and 
I'm still your Dad. If anything else happens between us 
it will only be if and when you want it."

She nodded, but still looked a little puzzled.

"I will try and treat you exactly as if nothing had 
happened, unless you give me a sign that you want 
otherwise. I won't put you under any pressure. If you 
want me to be just a Dad again then that's fine." 

I looked for encouragement on her face but saw no 
reaction at all.

"But if you want me to be more than that, then you only 
have to let me know."

"I understand, Dad." She said in a friendly reassuring 
voice. It's all so new to me. I don't really know how I 
feel about it yet."

I ran my fingers through her fine hair.

"Take your time. As long as you need."

I looked around her room, my eye lighting upon the pile 
of stuffed toys she had scooped from her duvet onto the 
floor. I picked up a small teddy bear, about four 
inches long with a loop of cord fastened to the top of 
its head. My daughter had christened him 'Albert' when 
I had brought him home from a conference when she had 
been nine years old.

"Albert can be our messenger." I suggested. "If you 
want me to be more than your Daddy again, just leave 
Albert either in the grandfather clock in the hallway, 
or hang him on your bedroom door and I'll know how to 
behave for that evening. But I will always be your 
Daddy the next morning." 

Sophie looked as if she was concentrating hard. I 
continued.

"If you never want me in this way again, I'll 
understand, Princess and I promise I'll never put 
pressure on you. It's always your decision."

Susie reappeared in the doorway. 

"I know you two have a lot to discuss." She said 
sarcastically. "But it's nearly eight o'clock and we're 
due on court at half past, Mike!"

I stood hurriedly.

"Oh God!" I exclaimed and, kissing Sophie on the cheek, 
I ran from her room, into ours and changed hurriedly 
into my tennis clothes.

That night, Susie and I had some of the most exciting, 
adventurous and passionate sex of our lives.


Not surprisingly, I found it difficult to concentrate 
at work the following day, and when I returned home 
that afternoon, my wife told me that Sophie had gone to 
stay with a friend overnight. I felt uneasy. 

Sunday was spent doing the garden and washing the cars 
as would have been done on any normal Sunday, and when 
Sophie eventually came home at tea time she behaved 
perfectly normally as if nothing had happened.

In fact, both Sophie and Susie behaved normally for the 
next few days, causing me more anxiety and unease than 
if we had had a blazing row. I began to wonder if it 
really had been a dream, until when I opened the front 
door after surgery late on the Wednesday evening, I 
noticed a small Teddy bear in the glass window of our 
grandfather clock in the hall.

My heart thumped so hard I thought it would explode. 
Dinner passed painfully slowly, with Sophie and me 
exchanging meaningful looks across the dining room 
table. I could barely wait for bed time. Sophie excused 
herself early saying she was tired and had an early 
start the following day.

Clearly she had told her mother her intentions because 
at around 9.30 Susie told me to go and say goodnight to 
our daughter. As I rose and walked towards the door, as 
excited as a teen on prom night, she said

"I'll see you in the morning."

Well, to cut a long story short, Sophie and I made love 
so softly and sweetly that I actually cried afterwards. 
We spent the night together and the following night too 
until, the following morning when we came down to 
breakfast together, my wife reminded us again that she 
was the woman I had married and she did not want to 
sleep alone any longer. 

Both Sophie and I looked sheepish. 

Now we sleep together no more than once or twice a 
week, Albert the teddy bear signalling Sophie's desire 
to see me (or not) like a loyal and welcome friend.

And now we live, quite happily, in a 'mιnage a trois' 
in a large house near a small market town. Although my 
bedroom is primarily the one I share with my wife, I 
sleep with my daughter at least one a week – sometimes 
more frequently – with my wife's full knowledge and 
acceptance. Sophie has a new double bed to make this 
easier.

Sophie has had boyfriends - some she has even slept 
with, I know. She is strong and confident sexually 
which seems to make the boys respect her. I don't feel 
jealous of them. After all, they can never have the 
relationship I have with her. Eventually one of them 
will take her away from me and I'm (sort of) prepared 
for this.

And of course as Susie says I must always remember 
which of them I'm married to.

I know it's not a normal happy family. But we are a 
family and we are happy. 

Is it really so wrong?

END

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