Thank you all for the feedback on the first chapter of my story, I should apologize for the errors that were pointed out. English is not my first language and I tried to correct my errors, still I'm sorry. Please continue to give feedback, and enjoy.
-foxxxydutchie13
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The next morning when I woke up, I looked at my daughter's naked body, glued against mine, her perfect boobs, her round ass. I'm such a pervert, a few hours ago I was deep in her tight pussy, deep in her tight ass. I got hard at the thought. I wanted to do it all over again. But I couldn't. I simply couldn't. She's my daughter! I got up struggling with the thoughts in my head and when to the kitchen and made breakfast.
I made pancakes, just like I used to do when Marie and John where little. I sat down eating. Then Marie got to the kitchen, behind me, quietly, and put her arms around me, resting her hands in my lap.
"Good morning daddy" she said kissing my neck " How are you?"
"Marie, baby, take your hands off my lap! We shouldn't have done that last night!"
"Why daddy?" she said almost crying, moving around the table to look at me "Is it because I let you fuck my ass? Because it wasn't first time, daddy you didn't hurt me!"
"Not that Marie! How can't you see that was wrong? Christ, what would your mom say if she found out what we did?" as I expressed genuine concern Marie started laughing, hard like a crazy person.
"That's what you're worried about? What mom would say? Mom would say good for you!"
"Marie are you crazy? She'd kill me!"
"Daddy, mom is not a hypocrite! She wouldn't kill you. Trust me."
"A hypocrite? What the hell Marie? How would she be a hypocrite for not wanting a pervert fucking her daughter?"
"Because she fucked John last year when she went to visit us!"
"She fucked who?"
"John, your son, my brother, she fucked him." Marie said those words as if it was normal. And I guess it was, I mean I fucked her last night.
I couldn't look at Marie. I just got up and left. I went for a drive.
Hellen had sex with John, on the weekend before we got divorced, was that why? We were so happy, did her guilt end our marriage? I had to know, so I called her.
"Hellen?"
"Yes Mike?"
"I need to ask you something."
"Ask."
"Why did you want the divorce?"
" I... I told you... I told you Mike... I... I wasn't feeling happy..."
"You weren't feeling happy?"
"No, Mike."
"Why are you lying to me?"