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My Aunt's Daughter - 1
by Suppy (psion1369@gmail.net)

***

When I was 13, my aunt and I had an affair. That event 
was the last I ever saw of her. Then a few years later 
her daughter showed up at my door. (MF, inc, 1st)

***

ACT I

I was only thirteen, but it was beautiful. My Aunt 
Sandra, who was 25 at the time, had come home. She had 
heard about my grandmother's death and came home for a 
few weeks to try to patch things together. Apparently 
when she was 19, she had a falling out with my mother 
and my grandmother, and she moved out of state. Now she 
was back, though for only a month to try to help with 
the funeral arrangements. It was a tense situation, but 
I think I helped to calm it for everyone. 

I missed my Aunt Sandra when she left, and I was taking 
the time now to catch up. I told her everything, even 
the fact that I had a girlfriend. She took me aside and 
told me that she would show me the ropes. I agreed, and 
we started an affair that ended at the end of the 
month, when her and my mother couldn't patch it up. She 
left me kinda empty, but at least I knew what I was 
doing with a girl.

That was thirteen years ago. Perhaps I should introduce 
myself. I'm Earl. I'm 27 now, living with a good job in 
another state, keeping up with my mother as often as I 
can. I had a steady stream of girlfriends, but I never 
considered myself marriage material at all. Then one 
night in early June, there was a knock at my apartment 
door.

I looked out the peep-hole to see a young girl, tall, 
blonde, and one hell of a figure. I opened it up, 
thinking maybe she was selling something. "Hello. Are 
you Earl?" she asked.

"Yes. Can I ask who you are?" I was kinda curious how 
she knew my name.

She walked in the door and set her back-pack on the 
floor. "Great. My mom didn't think that this was you 
when she looked it up on the internet. But here you 
are." She just kinda stood there, looking at my 
apartment.

I closed the door, and turned to her. "That's nice, but 
that doesn't tell me anything about you. Let's start 
with your name, and then we can go to who your mother 
is." I was kind of angry at this strange girl coming 
in.

She walked over to my kitchen table. "Can I sit down?" 
She didn't bother waiting for a response. "My name is 
Helen. I'm 13 years old, and I flew out here 
specifically to see you. My mom set me up with a hotel 
if I need it, but she didn't think it would be 
necessary. By the way, my mother's name is Sandra."

I kinda stopped where I was, kinda confused. "The only 
Sandra I know is my long-lost aunt. I haven't seen her 
since I was thirteen."

Helen just looked at me. "And that was thirteen years 
ago. I'm not just your cousin here."

To say that I was shocked was a bit of an 
understatement. "Can I offer you some cola here?" I 
asked her. She nodded yes, and I poured us both cold 
glasses of cola, and I sat with her at the table. "How 
did your mom find me?"

She took a rather large drink from her glass. "Well, 
she looked you up back in your hometown. She didn't see 
your name there at all, so she hired someone to take a 
look. Turns out you were here. So mom set up 
reservations at a hotel for me to stick around for a 
couple of weeks, and told me to see you first. She also 
gave me this to give to you." She pulled an envelope 
out of her pocket and handed it to me.

The envelope had my name on the front, so I opened it 
up. There was a note and four photos inside. Three of 
the photos were Helen as an infant and toddler, the 
last one was a picture of Aunt Sandra. I read the note:

***

Dear Earl,

Please forgive me for doing this without calling you, I 
didn't know how to start that conversation. When we 
were together thirteen years ago, I didn't have you 
wear a condom because I wanted you to feel a women 
naturally. I usually have my lovers wear one, but you 
were different. Well, who knew I was fertile that month 
we were together? When I found out I was pregnant with 
your child, I decided to not call you, and tell Helen 
that her father was some guy who was in my life for the 
shortest amount of time. 

It was about a year ago, she started to ask more about 
her father. I decided to tell her the truth, that she 
was born from the seed of my nephew. And about a month 
ago, she asked if she might be able to meet you one 
day. I tracked you down, and set this trip up as 
quickly as possible. I ask that you let her stay at 
your place. If not, there is a reservation for her at a 
hotel just down the street from your building. Her 
return ticket is open-ended. Don't worry about giving 
her or I any money. A couple of years ago, I hit a 
jackpot with some key investments, so we are pretty 
well set.

The note was signed with love. I looked at the 
pictures. Helen was a beautiful girl, right from birth. 
And Aunt Sandra? She was still beautiful.

***

"So now that you read the note, and you can take in the 
whole picture, what do you think?" She had finished her 
cola at this point, so I picked it up and went to 
refill it. "Well Helen, I think I can make up the sofa 
bed for you if you like. But I want to make a few 
things clear before you stay," I told her. "First of 
all, since your ticket is open-ended, I want you to 
tell your mother that you will be coming home at the 
end of summer. Second, where is your luggage?" I was a 
bit surprised that this girl had flown out here for at 
least two weeks and only had a backpack for luggage.

"It's being sent over. The backpack had enough clothing 
for a couple of days. I have to call Mom and tell her 
where to send it." She took the refill and finished it 
quickly. "Peanuts make one pretty thirsty."

I handed her my house phone, but she pulled out her 
cell phone and dialed. "Hi Mom! Made it. He didn't get 
angry at all. In fact, he's gunna let me stay on the 
couch bed, so you can send along clothing to his 
address. How long? Hold on." She put the phone to her 
chest. "How long can I stay wit you?"

"Until you have to go back to school," I replied.

She went back to her phone call. "Until the end of 
summer. Thanks Mom. I love you." She hung up the phone. 
"She's excited that you and I will be spending time 
together."

"Are you hungry? I'm going to order some pizza. What do 
you like on yours?"

***

While we ate the pizza, she told me all about Aunt 
Sandra. How that she had never actually married, had 
several boyfriends, even a few girlfriends. Helen never 
really had a boyfriend, but had gone out on a couple of 
dates to the movies and such like that. I told her that 
I wasn't married, no any plans in the future to do so. 
I told her all about my job as a computer science 
professor at the local university here. And I told her 
that since I only teach part time during the summer, we 
had a lot of time to get to know each other. She was 
all excited at that one.

"So, you do know about sex, right?" I didn't want to 
bring up the full story on an unsuspecting teen, so I 
asked that question.

She wiped sauce from her lips. "Of course, silly. With 
my mom as she is, I learned about it right away. She 
was never one for modesty around me. We even lived 
clothing-optional at home," she told me. Considering 
she was from LA, and who her mother is, I didn't doubt 
it.

"Well, your mother and I had a fling when she was in 
town when your grandmother died. She wanted to teach me 
all about sex so I wouldn't embarrass my girlfriend. 
And that's how it happened," I told her. And then 
another thought came to mind. "Say, she didn't teach 
you the ropes, or have someone do that for you, did 
she?"

She almost choked on the last of her pizza on that one. 
After swallowing, she replied, "No. But I have seen her 
have sex plenty of times. She used to keep it a secret 
from me, but about a year ago, I accidentally walked in 
on her and one of her dates. They didn't notice until 
the very end, and I had seen the whole thing. After 
that, she didn't care where or when sex happened. I 
have seen her fuck several men, sleep with several 
women, and even at the same time. But as for me, I am 
still a virgin."

I just nodded. "Well, if you want to go clothing 
optional, just make sure that I don't have someone 
over. I don't care if you walk around here naked." I 
started to clear out the table. I came out of the 
utility room after dumping the garbage, I came out and 
she was topless then.

"Thank God, too, because I only like how this bra makes 
me look. I can't stand wearing it, though," she said as 
she held her bra up for all to see. She gave it a toss 
and it landed on the couch in the living room, on top 
of her shirt. "And if you feel the need, I don't care. 
Like I said before, I have seen so many dicks in my 
time, what's one more?"

I thought for a second, and I decided that now was a 
good time as any. I stripped out of my shirt and pants, 
revealing myself to my cousin/daughter. She smiled as 
my floppy dick came into sight. "If you like what you 
see, forget it. I'm still your father," I told her with 
a smile.

"Didn't stop you and Mom," she smiled back. I still had 
a sock in my hand, so I threw it at her. "Hey, that was 
a sock."

"Keep it up, and I might fill the next one with a 
rock." Where did that rhyme come from? She then took 
off her shoes and socks. She balled up her socks and 
threw them both at me. I threw them back at her and 
laughed. She then took off her pants and threw them at 
me. She was laughing all the time that I was fumbling 
around with her pants. I threw them in the living room 
and said, "Now stop that. You have more ammo than me 
right now. No fair."

"All's fair in love and war," she told me. She stood up 
and walked over to me. She looked at me in the face, 
and then gave me a big bear hug. "Thank you. Thank you 
for not being mad at me or Mom."

I hugged this young girl back, and felt a slight 
stirring in my loins. I had to break it off, or 
something bad would happen. She must have noticed, 
because she went red as well. "Um, perhaps I should 
take a shower. I feel a bit funky about the cross-
country plane trip," she said and ran towards my 
bathroom.

I went and down on the couch next to her pile of 
clothing. I must say that my daughter was quite 
something to look at, but she was my daughter. My aunt 
was one thing, but she was my daughter. I took a look 
at her pants and shirt. Her bra looked beautiful, but 
it did look uncomfortable as well. I got up and walked 
into my kitchen and grabbed myself a beer. I sat down 
and drank it down pretty quickly while listening to the 
shower run.

After a few minutes, Helen came out with the towel 
wrapped around her head only. "No since in wrapping it 
around my body. I'm already dry there. Just the hair 
needs to be dried."

She sat next to me and smiled at me. "Helen, did you 
ever know anybody as a father?" I asked.

She thought for a moment, but shook her head. I looked 
at her naked form up and down, noticing the beauty that 
was there. She saw this and kinda smiled. I noticed 
that there wasn't much in the way of pubic hair. And 
she saw me notice that. "Mom always has hers shaved 
off. She says it makes things better in the oral 
department. Like it?" I could only nod. "I could show 
you how to do yours if you want."

I looked at her a bit shocked. "Is that how you talk to 
you father?" I asked? She just smiled and grabbed my 
hand. She pulled me into the bathroom and she sat me on 
the toilet seat. "What are you doing?"

She grabbed my shaving cream and my really nice razor. 
"Trust me, your next girlfriend will thank you when she 
swallows that monster on you." She then squirted the 
foam on my balls and area and lathered it up. "And 
trust me, this is not a sexual thing for me. I have 
shaved some people, but never got off on it." Helen 
then continued to lather up the sack. She then took my 
razor and pulled it across my nuts. I kinda flinched, 
but then relaxed when I noticed that it actually felt 
good. She kept going until I had only a small patch of 
hair above my dick. She then took some scissors that 
she had laid around and trimmed that small patch as 
well.

"Honey, I think that might be a nice feeling from now 
on. I'm going to have to do it all the time," I told 
her. She stood up and smiled. "But it is getting late, 
and you showed up on a night before I have to work. So 
I have to hit the shower as well, and when I get out, 
I'll set up the couch bed for you."

I took my shower, rising to attention. I couldn't walk 
out like this, so I did something with it. I grabbed my 
rock-hard penis and yanked and pulled until I came. 
Strange thing was, thoughts of my new daughter were 
floating in my head the whole time. I came out, drying 
my hair, and Helen had figured out the couch set up. I 
usually keep a sheet on there in case a friend has to 
crash drunk.

"I hope you don't mind, I just set it up for you. I'm 
going to watch some television before I sleep. I don't 
know if I'm going to be awake when you get up, but I 
will be here when you get home," she told me.

"Sure honey. If you do happen to go out on the town, 
just be home before 7, because that's when I will have 
dinner ready." I kissed her forehead. "Goodnight, my 
new daughter." and with that, I went into my room to 
sleep for the night.

***

The next morning, she was as she said, still asleep. I 
found I could do just about anything and she wasn't 
going to wake up. All through work, I couldn't help 
wondering if Helen was alright. I got home from work, 
and she was there cooking something.

"Hi Dad. I'm making dinner, I hope you don't mind," she 
said from my stove. I couldn't help but giggle a 
little. She was wearing just an apron, and nothing 
else. She looked down at it, and said, "You didn't have 
one, so when I bought food for dinner, I bought this as 
well." Let me tell you, hot food and naked skin is not 
always fun."

I walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of 
water. "Well, I don't mind you cooking. Just clean up 
when you are done." I should have eaten my words. I 
looked around and saw that anything that was out of 
place before had been put away.

Helen continued stirring at the pot and told me, "I 
learned that from my mother. Clean up after yourself. 
So I ran your vacuum. Again, hope you don't mind."

I went into my room and shed off my clothing. No sense 
in her being the only one almost naked. I came out and 
it appeared she was done cooking. Helen had made 
spaghetti and meat sauce. "Grandma's recipe. Kinda 
scary that we both have the same grandmother, and you 
are my father."

We sat down, and while we ate, she asked me all sorts 
of questions about my job. I told her all about it, and 
how I got the job at such a young age, and managed to 
keep the older professors at bay. I had a few questions 
about Aunt Sandra as well, but the answers were nowhere 
near as fun as my answers.

Once dinner was done, I pulled out the ice cream I keep 
in my freezer. Sometimes, its good to have around. I 
scooped us a couple of bowls and we sat on the couch to 
watch some television. There wasn't much on the network 
stations, but there was this really good movie on the 
premium channels. We watched it in silence, but started 
to get a bit uncomfortable with the shower scene.

Helen was stirring in her place during the scene. I had 
to do some fancy work to cover myself up as I was 
getting pretty aroused from the scene. I tried to move 
my legs around, but it wasn't happening. My hard-on was 
starting to show. I heard Helen giggle a bit.

"Got to love how easy it is for me to hide the fact 
that I'm turned on," she giggled. I looked over and it 
looked like she wanted to climb over here and mount me. 
"Don't worry about it. Remember, I've been watching my 
mother have sex for a while now." with that, I kinda 
relaxed a bit and let it all hang out. She looked over 
at it in full view and went wide eyed. "Of course, I 
see why you would have such a hard time covering that 
thing up. It's huge when hard."

A simple line, considering that she had a good hold of 
it last night, and it isn't even full hard yet. Just 
most of the way. "Do you say that to all the boys?"

"Nope. Just my father," Helen replied. "Wow. I know I 
saw it last night when I shaved it, but I didn't get a 
good look at it."

"Yep, this is the penis that made you," I told her as 
my ego was taking over. She was so close, I could feel 
the heat of her breath. It was feeling a bit too good, 
and I started to get harder. She reached over and let a 
finger lightly touch it.

"It's so hard." she took more of it in her hand. I 
didn't know what to do at this point, I was frozen in 
my seat. Her hand started to wrap around it. She was 
gently rubbing it, giving me a soft yank-job. I was 
breathing heavy at this point. She came up and kissed 
me full on the lips. I, in auto-pilot, responded back 
with a full kiss. Our body's came close, and we the 
heat of the moment really took over. Her hand quickly 
picked up the pace on my cock. I reached down and 
returned the favor and I stuck a finger in her. I 
noticed that there was no hymen. I thought that she 
said she was a virgin? I didn't care. My daughter had 
the sex drive of her mother.

I brought her off to an orgasm pretty quickly. Once 
that passed, she bent down and let her mouth take over 
where her hand was. She was sucking on my cock, and I 
must admit it was pretty good. She was sucking on my 
cock, and in no time I was filling her mouth with my 
cum. She swallowed every drop, even going as far as to 
suck whatever was dribbling out.

"Helen baby, I thought you said you were a virgin. 
Where is the hymen? And where did you learn to suck 
like that?" I asked.

"Daddy, do you think with a mother like mine she 
wouldn't have gotten me my first dildo?" She looked at 
me with an innocent gleam in her eye. "And as for the 
cock sucking, I learned how to do that last month. Mom 
was at work, and I went over to her boyfriend's house. 
I asked him to teach me, and I learned how to suck on a 
dildo and a banana. You were the first real cock I've 
had."

I leaned in and kissed her. "Is that why you came out 
here? To seduce me?" Didn't plan on it. But I was 
hoping that it would happen." she leaned in and kissed 
me again. "Daddy, let's go to bed. I want to feel you 
inside me. I want you to be my first man."

I picked her up from the couch and turned off the 
television. I took her into my bedroom and laid her 
out. I kissed her passionately on the lips and kissed 
her down to her sweet and innocent pussy. I started to 
tease her a bit, licking around her slit, and around 
her hole, but never really going for the gold. I had 
her at the edge for quite some time, ready for me. I 
then went in and started nibbling on her young clit. I 
shoved in a finger or two and kept her on the edge of 
orgasm for quite some time, savoring the taste of her 
sweet young pussy. She kept moaning out something that 
sounded like it was daddy, but I wasn't sure. I came 
up, and she kissed me hard, tasting all her juices from 
my mouth.

She broke off the kiss and said, "fuck me Daddy. Fuck 
me now. I want to feel my father inside of me."

I placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her 
hole and rubbed it up and down for a moment. I then 
slowly pushed into her hole. She moaned and purred as 
it went in. I got to her bottom, which wasn't even my 
bottom. I let myself site there for a moment, letting 
her get used to me in there.

She started to move her hips up and down, and I took 
that as a cue to start pumping. I was fucking her 
pretty hard after a point. She was making grunting 
sounds, as I felt her orgasm again and again around my 
massive cock. I fucked her hard.

I felt myself come close to the edge, so I pulled out. 
No sense in making her just like her mother. I stepped 
up and put my cock at her face. She took it right in 
her mouth, savoring the taste of her own juices. She 
sucked me off to orgasm and swallowed every drop. I 
plopped down on the bed next to her, in a state of 
shock of what I just did. She leaned in and kissed me.

"thank you Daddy. I loved that." and with that, she 
climbed up on me and impaled herself on my cock again. 
She started to ride me like a horse. I couldn't help 
but feel her up as she fucked me, yet again. "I want to 
feel you cum in me Daddy. I want to feel you pump me 
full of your baby making sperm." That was it. The fact 
that I had this young thing ridding me, and that I was 
her father was too much for me. I came for a third time 
that night, right up her delicate little snatch. I 
don't remember much after that, considering that I 
passed out right then and there.

***

I woke up the next morning and found young Helen 
sucking on my rod yet again. I laid back and enjoyed 
what I was getting. Of all my girlfriends, none ever 
did this for me. It took me a few moments to finally 
cum, but I did manage to cum out a good morning load.

"I heard that guys like to wake up from a blow-job," 
Helen said to me. She then bounced off the bed and ran 
into the bathroom. I heard her start to pee in there, 
so I went into the kitchen and decided that I didn't 
want to make breakfast. 

Helen came bounding out of the bathroom and asked, "So 
what are thinking about breakfast?"

"How about we go out for breakfast? I don't want to 
cook this morning," I suggested.

"Sure. Let me put something on." Helen tramped off into 
the living room and pulled out an outfit from her 
backpack. I went into my bedroom and found a t-shirt 
and jeans. My favorite casual outfit. When I came back 
out into the living room, Helen was dressed in a tank 
top and a mini skirt. "Let's go, Daddy."

***

After breakfast was done, we came home to find a 
package left at my door. Helen kinda squealed and 
grabbed the package. Apparently her mother had shipped 
her clothing express. We brought it inside and opened 
up to find her luggage. She opened it up and I saw all 
the tight fitting outfits.

"Not much on the way of modesty, are you two?" I asked 
as I held up a rather short skirt that would barely 
cover her ass. I don't see one thing for church."

Helen looked up and smiled at me. "Nope. We don't do 
church."

"Well, go ahead and find a place to store the luggage," 
I told her. I took the box that it came in and took it 
down to the garbage.

When I came back, Helen was sitting on the couch, naked 
to the world. I looked over and saw that she was 
playing with herself with a bright pink floppy dildo. 
"I hope you don't mind, Daddy. I just love this thing," 
she said. I plopped down next to her and took hold of 
the thing and started to play around in her with it. 
Helen just sat there and smiled as I thrust the fake 
cock in and out of her juicy pussy. I got down on my 
knees and started to lick at her clit as I thrust her 
with the dildo.

"Oh Daddy, fuck me. Fuck my wet pussy. I want to feel 
your cock in me again," she breathlessly begged of me. 
I pulled the dildo out and stood up. I entered her hole 
right there on my couch. After what felt like hours, I 
felt the tingle of my impending was of cum. I quickly 
pulled out of her twat and quickly put my dick to her 
mouth. She opened up and quickly swallowed my hot load, 
mingled with her juices.

"I plopped down on the couch somewhat low on breath. 
"Helen, you wear me out," I told her without breath. 
"But there is something we have to be careful of. I 
don't want you to become too much like your mother and 
have my child. That would raise a lot of questions."

Helen then leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "I 
know Daddy. I actually like to eat your cum with my 
juices." She then bent over and started to lick at my 
cock. "I'm just gunna play, is that alright?" She gave 
me one of her sexy little smiles and just played around 
with my cock and balls, giving gentle little licks here 
and there.

And that's when her cell phone rang. I picked it up 
from the table and looked at the caller ID. "Your 
mother is calling. I want to say hello," I said. Helen 
just kept playing around.

I flipped open the phone. "Hi Aunt Sandra. How are 
you?"

"Great! So nice to hear your voice. I hope you didn't 
mind me sending Helen to see you out of the blue. She 
just wanted to meet her father."

"It's not problem. And she is a great girl, so I'm 
letting her stay here."

"That's good. Has she gone clothing optional yet?"

"Yep, and she got me doing it as well."

"That's my little girl. She never quite got used to 
wearing a lot of clothing."

"And what she has was a bit eyebrow rising as well."

"When she turned thirteen, I gave in and started to let 
her wear that skimpy stuff.

"But she is beautiful. We sure did make a beautiful 
daughter."

"That we did. Is she around? I want to talk to her."

"No. She's in the bathroom right now. She left the 
phone sitting here."

"It's a miracle that she remembered to take it with her 
on the trip. Well, thank you for letting her stay with 
you. I hope she isn't too much trouble."

"No, she isn't. She's been a perfect doll ever since 
she arrived."

"So I was wondering if it would be too much if I came 
out for a weekend to see you?"

"Actually, that would be no problem at all."

"Good. I can't stay for more than a weekend because of 
work, but I will be out there in July."

"I can't wait."

"Me either."

"Perfect. Tell Helen to call me later. I'll talk to you 
later."

"Talk to you later." I hung up the phone and put it 
back on the table. "your mother wants you to call 
later." Helen didn't say anything. She was too busy 
sucking on my shaven nutsack.

"You have stubble. We should take care of it. But not 
now. Are you hungry? I'm hungry," she said. She then 
swung her legs over my head and her own head between my 
legs. She was now upside down and started to suck in my 
cock. "Feast on my pussy, my beautiful father." And I 
did just that.

***

Several hours later, we had cleaned up and decided to 
go see a movie. The previews made it look good, but it 
was nothing special. Afterwards, we pulled into the 
grocery store. I needed some more food for the fridge. 
While we were in there, Helen went off to look at the 
magazines. I was looking at the frozen food section 
when I saw her. The girl I was screwing last month, 
Jenna.

"Hey Jenna," I said as I walked up to her.

She turned around and was a bit shocked. "Hey Earl. How 
are you?" She was smoking hot, and she always showed it 
off.

"Not bad. What have you been up to? Haven't seen you in 
a couple of weeks."

"I know. I was out of town for a couple of days with my 
sister. She needed to get away for some time, and I 
just kinda was busy. What about you?"

Well, actually a relative came into town, and I got her 
over for the summer. You should come by and meet her," 
I didn't know what I was doing there. I think I was 
going on auto pilot here. Or at least my cock was.

"Yeah, how about tomorrow?" Jenna asked.

"Perfect. Come on by for dinner around 7," I told her. 
She gave a little wave and walked away. I looked up to 
see Helen standing behind Jenna. She had a devious 
smile on this time.

"Who was that?" Helen asked, placing the magazines in 
the basket.

"My last fuck-buddy, Jenna. She's going to come by for 
dinner tomorrow. I hope you don't mind?" I really 
should have asked my new fuck-buddy.

"Nope. I want to meet her. I want to meet others who 
have had my daddy." God, that turned me on when she 
called me daddy during sex.

"Come on, I want to finish up here and get back home. 
The ice cream will melt."

To be continued...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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