Jeannie was inconsolable as she sat on the marble floor of the fancy hotel bridal suite's bathroom. Her best friends and even her mother scrambled to try to calm her, but the tears kept flowing and the panic in her voice kept getting worse.
"Jeannie...don't you think I was nervous on the day that I married your Father?"
Maria tried her best to comfort her daughter, but this had never been her area of expertise. It was actually Jeannie's father that had always comforted their daughter. He was generally calmer and gentler. Maria was better at the taking care of the home side of things. She could cook to feed an army, clean until everything sparkled, and tend to a healthy garden as well. She never understood the connection between her husband and her daughter, and even occasionally felt jealous of it.
Jeannie looked up at her mother through fresh tears. "I want Daddy!"
Maria was not about to argue with her distraught daughter. "Very well! I will send him." With that she turned on her heel and left to find her husband.
Jeannie sent her best friends away as well. The protested and left reluctantly, but left none-the-less. She sat on the cool floor rocking back and forth while waiting for her Daddy. The hotel room door opened after one sharp knock.
"Princess, I am here..." called Eric.
"In here, Daddy." Jeannie sniffled pitifully.
Eric stepped into the doorway of the washroom. On the floor in a small pretty heap he saw his grown daughter. Her face was wet with tears and her eyes slightly swollen from crying. She wore a bathrobe and had bare feet. She wouldn't have to be dressed for the wedding for another few hours. He had time to calm her and listen to what is troubling her.
"Come along baby, he stepped into the bathroom and took her hands hauling her to her feet. He wrapped his arm around her and they went out into the main part of the hotel room. He steered her past the sofa set and instead took her over to the bed. They both automatically climbed into the bed and snuggled close while resting their heads on the pillows facing each other. This was natural for them and they had been doing it for years.
"Tell Daddy what is troubling you." He whispered softly. Her face was so pretty. Her sad eyes being so big and brown were beautiful still. Eric was a total softy for his daughter.
"I am scared, Daddy." Jeannie's voice trembled.
Automatically, Eric hauled her closer to him so their bodies were tucked snugly against each other. He tipped his face closer to her and placed a kiss on her lips.
"Do you love, Jamie?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Do you want to marry him?"
"I do, but..."
"Tell me what is scaring you, Jeannie."
"Daddy, did you know that he might have trouble having kids? It's not his fault. He was injured as a child. It's not necessarily impossible but it could be!"
Jeannie was speaking fast, but Eric followed without any problems. "Jeannie there is always adoption and there are medical procedures. You have known this I assume for a while, no?"
"I did know. I really want babies though, Daddy." Jeannie explained. Her voice was almost pleading for her father to understand.
"Hmm well Jeannie...James and I are both tall and have dark hair and brown eyes. Actually, he looks a lot like a younger version of me. So, if he can't get you pregnant, I will!" Eric joked. It was an off color joke for sure, but one he felt comfortable making with his daughter. They were close enough to talk or joke about anything.
"Would you?" she asked softly.
Eric had been watching her mouth, but now his eyes flew up to look at hers. She sounded so serious. "Oh honey...I...umm..."
"It would work, Daddy. If he can't get me pregnant, you could. He would never suspect."
"Oh, Jeannie, do you even know what you are suggesting here? You don't want your own Daddy's baby in your womb." Eric tried to laugh it off. Jeannie, however, wasn't laughing.
"Yes, I do know what I am suggesting. And if James can't give me babies, I hope you will."
Eric was starting to feel uncomfortable, but worse he was starting to feel aroused. He shifted his hips back from hers just in case. "I don't know, Jeannie...."
"Daddy, what if he doesn't find me beautiful?" Jeannie asked shifting the topic abruptly.
"He already does! Jeannie, any man would be insane not to find you beautiful!" Eric said feeling confident again.
"No...I mean...naked." Jeannie blushed softly. Eric felt a surge of pride.
"James has never seen you naked? You and he have never...umm..." his question trailed off.
"I have stayed true to my word, Daddy. I am a virgin. He has never seen me naked. No man has."
Suddenly, Eric found himself rock hard. He was quite thankful that he had shifted his hips back from her. He would have been rather embarrassed to have his daughter feel his hard pulsing cock pressed against her. As it was he felt quite ashamed of himself.
"I am proud of you, Jeannie. He will of course find you beautiful, I am sure of it." Once again Eric kissed his daughter's soft lips.
"Maybe you could look at me and tell me..."
Eric went to protest. After all it was ridiculous and inappropriate to want to see his own daughter, even in her adulthood, naked. He was about to tell her so when he saw her bottom lip quivering on the verge of tears. If he told her no she would assume he didn't want to see because she wasn't beautiful enough. He might not understand women all that well, hell he didn't understand his own wife at all. But Jeannie, well he knew her very well.
"I think that would be okay, sweetheart."
Jeannie shifted and rolled onto her back. She was about to reach for the sash of her robe when Eric stopped her hands. "Let me, Baby."
Very slowly he untied the sash. He slid his warm hands under and drew the material back. In no time she lay there before him completely naked with only her arms still tucked into the robe. Eric let his eyes roam more freely of her assets than he had ever dared before. He felt his cock leak pre-cum as his eyes lazily followed the soft feminine curve of her breasts. He bit his lip as he watched her light brown nipples stiffen into tight peaks. His eyes continued down her flat stomach until they reached a riot of downy fresh curls between her legs.
So many women shaved completely. Eric even preferred a shaved or trimmed bush, but there was something irresistible about Jeannie's riot of curls between her thighs. He only wished he could get a better look at her lower lips and virgin hole. He also would have loved to see her tight puckered asshole.
With regret he reached to pull her robe back up around her modestly. He wanted to look at her more, but he didn't want to make her uncomfortable. "You're absolutely perfect in every way. You're beautiful, baby."
"Leave it, Daddy." She brushed his hands away, leaving her robe open. "I want to know if I am beautiful everywhere."
Eric moved back a little. He wanted to look at her everywhere. He honestly wanted nothing more, but it seemed so wrong. "Baby, I am only human, and male at that. I umm...I can't seem to help...let's just say maybe it is best we don't do this."
Jeannie pouted sadly. Eric felt his very thin layer of resolve melting rapidly. "Sweetheart, my penis hard. I know logically you're my daughter, but my body is reacting to you as a woman. I am ashamed. That is the only reason."
"Please Daddy." Her words trembled now, but not with sadness. Eric felt as if he had been punched in the stomach as he realized his daughter was aroused.
Eric sat up and put space between himself and his daughter's amazing body. "I'd love to but..."
He felt her move on the bed, but he didn't look. He assumed she was sitting up and tucking her robe around her. She was probably a bit stung by his refusal. What he didn't expect was her hands on his shoulders and her lips on his neck. She kissed him there so softly. Then maddeningly she slid her tongue over the sensitive skin there.
"Daddy, will you taste me?" She whispered.
Eric's breath caught in his throat and he coughed once sharply. Had Jeannie had booze with breakfast? Was she on something? They had always been close both emotionally and physically; maybe even to the point that was a tad unnatural. However, this...this was something else entirely. This was taboo, disgusting, and he was pretty sure illegal. She kissed his neck some more.
Eric couldn't help but wonder why something so taboo and disgusting felt so completely wonderful? And who was it that decided it was taboo? Who decided physical love between an adult consenting father and daughter was disgusting? And furthermore, if it wasn't hurting anyone, why was it illegal? Eric chose to overlook some people it could hurt. They'd never know anyway, he reasoned.
