Home To Stay

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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.

"Huh.. what's the matter sunshine," I asked, hearing Mandy sniffle quietly.

"Dunno... this place just seems so lonely with out mama here... I can't sleep... can I sit with you for a bit?" she asked, her fingers fluttering up to wipe under her eyes

I patted the bed beside me and motioned for her to sit down. She climbed up on the bed and sat beside me, Indian style, her long legs bared, and her t-shirt still too see-through for my hormonal sanity.

She cried softly for a bit and I slid my hand up to rub her back. She didn't see, but I had my own tears going, sad for her, sad for myself, raging at the asshole who'd put us here. Finally, she began to talk, a long rambling expose about all the good times we'd had as a family and how she had missed us when she went to school and how she thought she was the luckiest kid around, and I nodded and made soothing noises in the right places. It was something we both needed and had been to upset to do when Gina died, and although we'd talked on the phone it was the one subject we had seemed to avoid.

After about an hour she seemed to wind down and flopped back in the bed, her shirt pulling up to reveal the scanty panties she had on. My shaft had been quiescent during the last hour, but seeing her skin tight undies and how they were just barely wedged between the lips of her...

what the hell am I doing thinking of Mandy's pussy?

I shook myself back to sanity and looked up at her face, to see she had fallen asleep, her eyes still puffy and cheeks a little red, reminding me of the nights when she was little and I had rocked her to sleep after a bad dream. As I sat there, I watched her breathe, unable to avoid the fact that she had grown up and I couldn't rock her any more, and afraid to admit to myself that I was enjoying watching her chest rise and fall as she breathed, her breasts sliding around softly under her shirt. Finally, my eyes couldn't take any more and I closed my eyes to go to sleep. A few minutes later I was awakened by Mandy snuggling up to me like she did when she was little, and giving a little contented moan.

Like you used when we were done loving.

My arm curled over her waist and across her back as she snuggled her face against my chest. I drifted off to the soft feel of her breathing and was soon sound asleep.

I was dreaming that Gina was alive and God it seemed so real. I could smell her skin, feel her hair tickling my face. Her warm breasts were pressed against my ribs and her hand was rubbing my chest as she kissed my cheek. It felt so good all I could do was moan and start to rub her back. Her legs rubbed against mine and I felt her lips move down from my cheek to the side of my neck. I rolled over and her leg slid up the outside of my thigh then hooked itsself over my hip. My hand slid down her back to fondle her buttocks. The next thing I knew, she was pushing me over onto my back, and I felt her hair dragging softly over my chest as she kissed her way down my body, stopping to flick her tongue in and out of my navel. Soon I felt one of her cool hands slide up my thigh then into my boxers, pulling out my hard thick cock. Slowly, hesitantly, I felt her warm wet lips slip over the head, then the gently rasping of her tongue across the very tip. I could hear myself moaning her name and telling her not to stop. By now the dream became so intensely real, I was sure I would soon wake up, then it slowly dawned on my sleep addled senses that I

was

awake and this was very, very real.

I sat up in the bed and saw Mandy slowly bobbing her head up and down on my cock. I grasped her head and pulled her up, trying to make my voice stern, to cover the lust raging in my system.

"What the hell do you think you're doing Amanda?" I asked. Her face blushed furiously. I had only ever called her Amanda when she was in trouble and this was about as big a load of trouble as she could ever hope to find.

"I... I..." she placed her face in her hands and I could tell by the shaking in her shoulders that she was crying. "You just seem so lonely, and... and I could tell... by the way you've been watching... that.. Goddamn it.. am I pretty or not?"

"Oh you got no idea how pretty... you remind me soooo much of your mother baby. To me she was the most beautiful woman in the world.. but baby.. this.. what you were doing.. it's... it's.." I wanted to tell her it was wrong.. I knew it was wrong.. so why was my cock so hard?? why, instead of punishing her, did I want to feel her lips wrapped around my shaft, sucking me, driving me to orgasm?

"Wrong? I know.. but.. all my life I've only ever wanted a guy like my dad... hell.. I told mama that not long before she died.. when she asked me if I had a guy at school..." she looked up at me with tears leaking from her eyes, eyes swollen yet again from crying.

I ran my fingers through my hair and took a deep breath. "Wanting a guy like me, and doing what you were doing are two different things little girl. I can't... I don't..." I stumbled, trying to decide what I wanted to say.

"You can't do this? Umm.. dad? When you hugged me after the shower...? You were hard.. god it was pressed against my cunt and my clit and I know you saw me just as a female then. You don't want to? You were moaning when I was .. uh..." she stammered, unable to finish.

"I was dreaming your mother was alive and doing that stuff.. I would never try to..."

"Dad, I know you wouldn't try.." she gave me a shy smile. "You didn't try.. I tried. And if you were dreaming of Mom, why did you call my name?"

"Huh? What? I never..." then it all came flooding back to me. I dreamed I was calling Gina's name.. but now that I had been reminded, it was Mandy that I called out to, and worse.. I had told her not to stop.

"Oh shit! I'm sorry baby I didn't mean..." I buried my face in my hands was afraid to meet her eyes. I felt her hands on the side of my face, lifting it so I had no choice but to look her in the eye.

"I told you.. I've always wanted a guy like you, and the only guy I ever found like you is.. well.. um.. you..." she said slowly, shyness deep in her voice.

I reached out and hugged her while a thousand thoughts of why this was so wrong and why it would feel so good fought a war for control of my very being.

"I love you daddy," she said, the little girl I knew coming through in her voice.

"I love you too Mandy," I whispered in her ear.

Her cool hands started massaging up and down my back, tentatively at first as if she was afraid I would rebuke her once again, but I reveled in the contact and had no intention of telling her to stop.

My hands started massaging her back also as we sat facing each other, our heads resting on each others shoulder, needing some kind of physical contact , aching for it. I stopped just long enough to tilt her face up and give her a quick kiss, something I hadn't done in years. She smiled and gave me a quick kiss in return. We sat like that for a while, rubbing gently. I leaned in again to give her another quick kiss, aiming for her cheek, but she turned at the last minute and provided her mouth as my target. I started to pull back after a couple of seconds but she leaned forward keeping the contact and then I felt her tongue dart out ever so quickly to gently flick across my upper lip. I backed away and looked into her eyes. I didn't think I was ready for all that she seemed to be ready to give me, my beautiful girl, but I thought this I could handle. I leaned in and kissed her once more, my tongue darting out this time to caress her lips, then waiting to see what she would do. Her tongue hesitantly poked out once again as if she were afraid I'd pull away again, but instead I brushed her tongue with mine.

A low moan from her set my senses on high alert and the feel of her warm face in my hands... I knew then that I could hold the line at this point, just barely, but if anything else happened I would be forever sunk.

We broke our kiss and she laid her head on my chest. Her hands slipped up to rub my belly and I rolled my head backwards lost in ecstasy.