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Home to Stay.
God knows I had never planned on any of this happening, and now that I've sat down to try to put it all into words, I'm trying to figure out how to start. Normally I'm not the kiss and tell kind of guy, but for this one, I have to say something to someone, anyone, even if it is only my computer. Speaking seems to be the only way I can get it all in focus and decide if I'm crazy, or sick, or lucky.
I guess the way to begin is by telling how I met Gina. I was about 15 and a half years old, and my parents had taken me to a great big family reunion. Like the rest of the kids there, I was bored and didn't really know half the people there. While I was sitting on the front porch I saw a girl who appeared to be about my own age sitting underneath one of the big oak trees, long sandy blonde hair rustling softly in the spring time breeze. I couldn't help watching. In my daydreams she was the perfect girl.
My dad was passing by and saw me staring and told me that her name was Gina, and that she was a cousin through some long line of relationships... the short version being that while she was technically my cousin, it was more through marriage than through blood, not that I would have really cared either way.
I sat there for a while, a sappy grin on my face, just watching her enjoy the sunshine. But after a while she evidently felt my stare because she looked up and looked right into my eyes. I felt a blush flood across my face and I gave a bashful grin and waved at her, a rather silly sight I'm sure. She smiled back and then stuck her tongue out, merriment dancing in her eyes. I got up the courage to walk toward her, somehow, and was relieved when she stood up and met me half way. We shook hands and I fell in love with her dark gray eyes immediately. We introduced ourselves, and I managed to tell her that my name was Robert with out tripping over my own tongue or teeth.
We hit it off very well and spent the whole day together. So much so that at the ripe old age of 16 years and 4 months I found myself in a hospital with a brand spanking new daughter named Amanda, and absolutely NO clue what to do as a dad or how we would all get along. Needless to say there were lots of struggles and Gina and I had our fair share of fights and loving, times when money was tight and food scarce, and bills bills, Please God NO MORE BILLS!
I'll say that I loved Gina and was glad to have the time I did with her. She loved me too I know, and we both loved each other. The only point where people might think we were strange or didn't care about each other was in our sex lives. We both strayed from time to time, and we both knew it and somehow it all worked out.. worked out well enough on several occasions things turned into threesomes, both flavors, two men one woman, or two women and one man, although most of the time it turned out that I would sit by and watch her make love to her guy and jack off, or she would do the same as I had sex with my gal of the time. Now, don't get me wrong, this wasn't a full time thing for either of us, just that we both sometimes had an itch to scratch and not one we could help each other with. I think a lot of it was because we had become parents so young... but, I need to get back to the story. This isn't about Gina, much as I loved her and miss her, and the wild times we had, this is about another woman I've loved nearly as long, Amanda.. Mandy as she is more commonly known.
Mandy had just graduated from college and after a couple of days driving cross country had finally arrived home. When she jumped out of the car the first thing that struck me was that she looked so much like her mother now it was hard to see where one ended and the other began. She had the sandy blonde hair I had fallen in love with, and it was hard to miss the grapefruit sized breasts under her t-shirt, filling out the image of Gina. I will say that Mandy was a little more willowy than her mother, longer legs and just an inch shy of my own 5'9". At the youthful age of 21, she appeared to be in the very spirit of health and more than glad to have finished 4 years of college. I hadn't seen her since she was 19, and bitterly regretted the fact that I hadn't been able to attend her graduation. It might not have been so hateful to miss it if it hadn't been a very long two years since she was last home, a trip that I'm sure both of us wish we never had to remember. She cried the whole time, and the good Lord knows I did too. Gina had been coming home from working second shift and a drunk driver had run over into her lane hitting her head on and killing my beautiful wife, and himself. Lucky for him, because my hands still ache to choke the life out of him. Not only did he take my Gina, he took my baby girl's mother from her, a pain I'd never let him get away with... but enough of that. I was just so glad to see my girl come running into the house, her long hair bouncing against her back as she hurled herself against me.
"I'm so glad to be home," Mandy said as her arms slid around my waist, looking me in the eye with a silly grin she had inherited from me.
"Me too, sunshine," I replied, tears of joy straining to escape my eyes. "Got a lot of stuff to unload? Your room is all ready and waiting". I tried not to notice that she was wearing the same perfume her mother used to wear. It was tough enough dealing with the fact she looked like her mother; now she smelled like her too.
"Good.. I'm so sick of car seats," she told me, reaching behind her waist to rub her butt and lower back.
We went out to her car and started carrying stuff in. After unloading it all, we sat down on the couch and chatted for a bit, getting caught up on who had done what, then she told me she had a surprise for me and ran off to her room. She came back into the living room with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, the exact same one she used to get as a child when she was about to do something she knew would be bad but would have me laughing too hard to punish her.
God Gina, she reminds me sooo much of you.
She ran over to the VCR—yes I still have one of those old relics—and popped in a tape. Reaching over she turned on the TV and for a long second I couldn't help but admire the way her jeans molded themselves to her butt. I shoved those dark thoughts into a corner of my brain and locked them away from the light of day, never to be seen or felt again.
As the TV came on, she explained that a friend of hers had her parents tape the graduation for her so I would be able to see it. I couldn't help it, and I ain't ashamed to admit it, I started crying. Mandy sat beside me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, laying her head on my shoulder and in a few minutes I calmed back down. That only lasted until her name was called and she started walking across the stage to receive her diploma. The water works started again and looking over I saw the tears in her eyes too. I don't know what hers were for, maybe because I was emotional, or had not been able to see it live, but mine were because I wished her mother could be there to see it, and being so proud of my little girl.
She even has your walk... damn it I miss you.
I have no idea how long we talked, but it grew dark, and we had a late supper. As we ate, Mandy yawned and said she thought she needed a good shower and her soft bed. I told her that sounded like a plan so she stood up and plodded off to the bathroom. I sat back on the couch, sipping on a shot glass of tequila, wholly ignoring the inane "must see" comedy playing on the TV, and thinking about how much my little girl had grown up, and how much she had grown into her mother.
She had the hair and the eyes, but she'd had those all her life. The last couple of years though, she'd even developed the body. The wide hips, and shirt filling breasts. And the more I thought of the changes, the harder it became to separate one from the other, Mandy from Gina, Gina from Mandy. Maybe that's when my downfall began.
I was lost in my reverie, the image of these two ladies I loved melding into one in my mind, and loosening the hold I had put on my earlier thoughts. She did walk like her mother, a walk Gina had used on numerous occasions to make my cock hard. Her ass filled her jeans as well as—no, who was I kidding—better than her mother's had, and as much as I had tried not to notice, she definitely had her mother's chest.
The soft sound of the bathroom door closing woke me from my daydreaming and I looked up to see Mandy walk into the room, wearing an old t-shirt that she probably didn't realize was as worn as it actually was. It had molded itsself to her body, sticking especially well to her breasts, and it was easy to see that her nipples were the same brown color as Gina's had been, areolae the size of a quarter, with the nipple itself maybe the width of a number two pencil and sticking out about three eighths of an inch. The shirt also revealed a toned belly and narrow waist, before flaring out at the hips. The little pink panties she had on were visible under the shirt and as she stood there running her fingers through her wet hair, it became impossible to control my hormones any more. A surge of blood rushed to my cock making it stand up to it's full 7 inches and scream at me that a fuckable female was in the house again. I hadn't had any female companionship since Gina died and my other brain—the one in my cock—was making it clear that it found this an intolerable situation that should be fixed as soon as possible. My primary brain, the one on my shoulders, was more reasonable and reminded my sex starved cock that this was our daughter.
Mandy stood there, an unconsciously sexy image, running her fingers through her hair, hips cocked slightly to one side, totally unaware of the war going on in the room between my hormones and common sense.
"Night night dad, I need..." a yawn interrupting her, "... need.. sleep." Mandy walked over and slipped her arms around my waist and mine went around her body. I could feel the heat of her skin through the thin shirt she wore, warm skin fresh from the shower, the fresh clean scent of her hair and skin, and soft breasts flattened against my chest. She leaned back to look at me and as she did so she shifted her weight, her crotch pressing squarely against my hard shaft. I felt her give a little shiver, and figured she was chilly after her shower.
"Are you glad I'm home," Mandy asked softly.
I replied just as softly, "Yes baby, I'm very glad you're home".
I kissed her on the forehead and she kissed my cheek, a kiss that seemed to last a little longer than the ones in the past, with maybe a little more force behind it. Of course with my cock waging war against sanity, any little thing was being blown out of proportion, and time was stretched out, so it seemed.
I shook my head and cursed myself for my silliness, after all, Mandy was my daughter. I headed off to my bed. Tossing my shirt and pants aside I slide into bed dressed only in my boxers and fell asleep.
About 2 in the morning, I heard a soft knock at the door then it opened gently, the soft light from the night light in the hall gently illuminating my room.
