Different Perspective

A steady beep, beep, beep was the only noise in the room aside from the gentle drone of orchestral lullabies and the steady breathing of the two most perfect and precious things in my life. One of them was my only daughter, Darla, a beauty like no other who had a heart of gold. The other was my newborn son, or as everyone else would know him as, was my grandson. The labor had lasted a full forty-eight hours and it had a great deal of complications. At first the doctor had wanted to perform a caesarian section, but my daughter would have nothing of it. Somehow she knew that the baby would come out just fine on it’s own and she didn’t care what danger it brought to herself.

Talus, my new son had arrived in the outside world as a perfectly healthy baby. He weighed seven pounds seven ounces and was twenty inches long. Yet, it wasn’t Talus that I was worried about. Instead it was Darla. The labor had almost taken her very life away and the doctors had fought hard to keep her alive. Now here she was before me, asleep and under close and constant watch by the nurses and doctors. They said that she would live but that her life couldn’t be as it had before. Her heart was weakened severely and it would be awhile before she got out of the hospital.

I walked over to the crib, if that’s what you want to call it, where Talus lay sleeping. Lightly I touched his delicate, tiny little fingers, thinking back to how all of this had come to be. It was quite a story. Would you like to hear it? OK. I suppose I should start at the beginning.

Darla was born twenty years ago in much the same way as Talus was born today. The only difference being that Darla’s mother had not lived more than a day after the event. I was left to care for my daughter alone. Both of my parents were dead and I had no siblings, so there was no one on my side of the family that could help me out. And my wife’s family would have nothing to do with me or with Darla. They deemed me unfit for their precious daughter and considered their granddaughter a bastard child.

So there I was, totally alone with only a newborn and nowhere to go. I wouldn’t be able to keep working, at least not until she was old enough that I could leave her at a day care. I had no choice but to seek out the help of social services and welfare. I hated to have to do it but I wanted to give my daughter everything I could.

The first seven years were rocky to say the least and there were several times when Darla had been placed in a foster home until I could get things secured at home. She hated those foster homes and that she had to be in them. Yet, amazingly she never blamed me. She knew that it wasn’t my fault that we had to live as we did and she understood. It was as if she had been born with a mind and spirit of a very wise woman, yet was in the body of a child. That was one of the many reasons why Darla was and is so special to me.

By the time Darla was ten things were relatively normal. We had been able to get off of welfare and had a small place that we called home. I had a steady job working as a janitor in one of the nearby schools, and although it didn’t give much money, it gave me enough to keep my daughter fed, clothed, and with a roof over her head. Although very poor compared to those around us, we were for the most part very happy. We had each other for love and support and to me; we were rich with happiness rather than wealth.

When Darla turned eighteen and graduated high school a few months after her birthday, I couldn’t have been happier. She had plans to go to college and with the help of some scholarships she would be able to. It looked as if things were getting better. It was graduation night, though, when our father daughter relationship first changed. She had come home early from the celebration party claiming that all the other kids wanted to do was make out and drink when they weren’t supposed to be drinking. Darla didn’t want to have anything to do with that. I was very proud of her and knew that I had raised my baby right.

Later that same evening there was a terrible thunderstorm. High, howling winds, murderous hail, and a great deal of lighting and thunder. Darla had always been frightened of storms for a reason we could never truly figure out. That night was no exception. As she always did when there was a storm she came to my room and woke me up, asking if she could lie next to me until the storm was over. I pulled the covers aside and patted the bed. With a small smile she lay down and cuddled up against me. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight and hummed one of her favorite lullabies from when she was little. After awhile we had both fallen asleep again.

I don’t recall what time it was but it had to have been at least nearing dawn but still a ways from it. The soft touch, of a hand caressing my arms, chest and stomach, woke me. Her melodic voice and warm breath whispered in my ear, “Papa. I love you papa. More than anything I love you.” I rolled over to face her, placing my hand on her side, a warm smile on my face. With a kiss to her forehead I replied, “I love you to Darla.”

Darla’s gentle caress had never wavered, even when I had rolled to face her. Yet now it was becoming a little bolder with each passing moment. “Papa I love you. I need you to do something for me though. Something very important.”

Concerned and curious as to what she might need me to do I said, “You know I’d do anything for you my sweet. What is it you need?”

She licked her perfect pink lips and took a deep breath. It must be something very important for her to do that before saying what she needed. “I need you to make love to me papa. I want you to take my virginity.” Darla turned her eyes downward, obviously scared of what my reaction and answer would be. I was shocked to say the very least. First to know that she was still a virgin, and second to discover that she wanted, no, needed me to be her first. I knew that it wasn’t right morally, it wasn’t even right legally. But how could I deny someone so precious to me, something she wanted and needed?

“Are you certain this is what you want Darla? You don’t want to wait for a nice man to come along, marry you and give you children?”

She shook her head, “There will never be a nice man like that. At least not one that is as wonderful as you papa. I’m positive that this is what I want and I love you with all my heart and soul. Yet, now I want to love you with my body as well. Will you papa? Will you make love to me?”

I gazed into her beautiful blue eyes, my own searching for any trace of doubt that might show. There wasn’t any and I knew that she was telling the truth. This was what she wanted and I had always given her whatever she wanted if I could. Darla wanted me to make love to her and I could find no reason to deny her. Tenderly I pressed my lips to hers, kissing her gently at first and then with a little more force. My tongue slipped past her parted lips into her mouth and met up with her own. Together our tongues danced as our hands caressed each other’s bodies. A small moan escaped her throat as my hands gently kneaded her small breasts and teased her nipples to full hardness through the cotton fabric of her nightshirt.

Her hand had traveled down my body and had found my cock, which had quickly grown hard within my boxers. With little trouble she eased it from its prison stroking it with her small hand. I groaned, expressing my pleasure and moved from kissing her mouth to nibbling on her ears and neck. Darla seemed to like this a lot and when my own hand slipped down to her pussy she gasped, arching her back at the simple pleasure that just touching it brought. I was very thankful that my daughter was not one to wear panties to bed. Her delicate curls were moist from her desire and her clit was hard and erect. Gently I rubbed it with my finger, eliciting a groan of pleasure from my daughter.

I pushed the blankets to the floor and pushed her to her back, straddling her hips, with my cock, hanging hard and straight from my boxers in the curls of her pubic hair. We kissed again, more passionately this time and with a great hunger. It had been years since I had last been with a woman and the desperateness for what we were doing could only be seen all too clearly. Her hands caressed my back and sides, sliding to my ass and squeezing it. Darla was enjoying this very much, I could tell from the smoky look of passion in her eyes when I broke our kiss. In some respects I was surprised that she was not showing any hint of nervousness about what we were doing and would soon be doing.

She sat up slightly and removed her nightshirt revealing to my hungry eyes her perfectly formed, perky breasts. God they were beautiful. Just the right amount of firmness with perfectly sized nipples that were hard and begging to be sucked. I kissed her again, lowering my lips from her mouth to her ears and neck, my hands twisting and pulling her nipples in such a way that her moans became even louder. Lower I went, kissing her delicate skin, until I reached those beautiful breasts. I kissed the left one, then the right, and went back to the left one, lightly sucking the nipple into my mouth and teasing it with my tongue. My hand kept her other breast occupied while this one got the attention. Darla arched her back, physically begging for more. I switched breasts, giving the other the same attention as the first, my hand keeping the first one occupied.

Darla was near bursting from the pleasure I was giving her, and my own cock was painfully hard. I needed release and I needed it badly, but I wanted to make this special for my beautiful girl. Leaving her breasts for the time being I lightly kissed my way down her tummy, lower and lower. I could smell the sexual desire wafting from her pussy as I neared it. I inhaled deeply her wonderful scent and licked the lips of her pussy slowly. Another gasp of pleasure, I continued to lick her young pussy, my tongue flicking over and teasing her hard clit. Wanting to taste more of her I slipped my tongue between the lips of her pussy, licking her up and down with my own groan of pleasure and desire.

She was going crazy and I knew she was about ready to cum. I randomly altered my tactics, sometimes licking and sucking her clit, or devouring the tasty insides of her lower lips. God she tasted wonderful, it was as if I couldn’t get enough of her. It didn’t take long to send her over the edge. She screamed her pleasure as the orgasm coursed through her body, sending wave after wave of intense sexual pleasure through her. Happily and with great eagerness I lapped at her pussy like a thirsty dog that had gone days without water. My daughter’s juices were positively heavenly as they flowed forth, my tongue quickly scooping them up.

Darla lay on the bed panting a sexual glow of satisfaction on her face. She was so beautiful, much like her mother. Now here she was, my beautiful baby girl, all grown up and about to become a true woman. There was still a chance to turn back, to stop what we were doing and not take it further. I sat up on my knees, looking down at her with a gentle smile. My eyes asked the question that I dared not to voice and a small affirmative nod of her head was my only answer.

I slipped my boxers off, throwing them to the floor and leaned down to kiss her, letting her taste her own juices. My cock was aimed at the entrance to her pussy, ready and waiting for the ride and the final explosion. Heating up the passion of our kiss to take her mind from the pain she would experience, I slowly and for the first time entered her sweet folds. My cock was penetrating the very life that it had created eighteen years earlier. The erotic nature of it all and the knowledge that what we were doing was completely taboo, only made it seem that much more right in our minds. It was as if I had made her to be made for me and that was what we were completing right now.

Darla grimaced as the head of my hard shaft reached the virgin barrier. I paused, holding my cock still within the tight confines of her pussy, letting her adjust to it. “This is going to hurt baby. I won’t lie to you about that. But our love makes it a pain of pleasure and it will quickly subside. Are you ready?”

A moan and a nod of her head told me to go ahead and break the barrier. I drew back till only the head of my cock rested in her pussy, wanting to make this as quick as possible so that the pleasure would return not long after the pain came into existence. With one quick, hard stroke I thrust forward shattering her hymen. Darla’s pussy seemed to go wild, squeezing my cock like it had never been squeezed before, as she herself cried out from the pain and the shock. I stopped, not pulling out, but not continuing either. She would need to get adjusted to it first.

When it seemed as if the pain was mostly gone, I very slowly began to stroke my cock with her pussy, gliding in and out of the glistening tunnel of love. I continued like this for a while, steadily increasing the speed and depth at which I thrust my hard cock into my daughter over and over again. God I was ready to explode inside her and by some strange twist of fate I was able to hold off my own orgasm in favor of giving Darla her second orgasm of the night. It didn’t take her long to really get into our lovemaking. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck and her hands combing through my hair. Her moans had turned into incomprehensible mutterings of love, lust, and pleasure.

Things were really heating up quickly. Only a little while latter and at a frenzied pace it finally came, her orgasm coming first, squeezing my cock tightly. Darla cried out in pleasure and I could hold back no longer. I too gave a loud groan as I shot the same cum into her pussy as that that had made her. The intense pleasure was almost too much to bear. I collapsed to my elbows, my cock still inside her pussy, slowly returning to its normal size. The two of us lay there, sweating and panting, the great taboo finally accomplished. Slowly I slipped out of her and moved to her side, taking my daughter in my arms and holding her tightly to me, caressing her and whispering to her how much I loved her. She told me that she loved me too and soon after we both fell into a deep, peaceful, and sexually satisfied slumber.

The past two years since that fateful night have changed us both. We no longer sleep in separate beds but together and are closer now than we ever were as she was growing up. Darla had gone to college as planned and was currently just finishing up her sophomore year when the news of the baby came. We talked it over, carefully going over every little detail. The two of us decided that it would be wise to put father unknown on the child’s birth certificate, but that if he ever asked us who his father was we would tell him the truth and let him make up his own mind about his mother and his grandfather.

And now you know my secret, the story of how my grandson is also my son, and the story of the immense love between a father and his daughter. My son lay there sleeping as did his mother and I counted myself the luckiest and richest man in the world. My story is a rare one and I’ve only told it to you because of what we believe. My daughter and I do not promote incest though it makes us seem to be hypocrites. Incest is morally and legally wrong and should not be practiced. Please, if you have thoughts of committing incest or have done it, seek help. Seek help for your sake and the sake of others. Tis better to error on the side of caution, seeking help now, than to error when it is too late.