I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Sam. I have a loving wife, Angela, who I would do anything for. Angela and I have a very loving relationship. When we got married, we planned to have a handful of children, but we were only able to ever have one: a beautiful daughter we named Marie. Maybe that's why we were all so close; without any other kids to need our attention, we focused on Marie.
Eighteen years later, and Marie had blossomed into a beautiful woman. Long auburn hair, lovely hourglass figure, and perfectly proportioned breasts. I noted these things as a father who was worried about all the crap boys would try to do to her, and as a reflection on how much she looked like her mother at that age.
Only having one kid hadn't really done much to Angela's figure. Sure, her hips were a bit wider, and her breasts were a little bigger, but they could be mistaken for sisters instead of mother and daughter.
On my way home from work one Friday, I got a call from my wife.
"Hey, babe. What's up?" I greeted her.
"Marie has something she needs to talk to you about when you get home."
"What is it?" I asked, worried.
"I promised to let her tell you. I've talked with her about it as much as I can, and I've encouraged her to talk with you directly," she said firmly. Her tone told me not to dig any further. "If your conversation with her goes the way I think it will, she will ask you to do something for her. I know what it is, and if you have any reservations, know that I think it's a good idea."
Now I was really confused. "Okay," I said, drawing the word out.
"Anyway, I'm heading out to give the two of you some privacy. Call me when you two are done."
"Will do. Love you, honey."
"Love you, too. Bye."
I was almost home at that point, so I didn't really have a lot of time to dwell on what my wife had said. Even if I had more time, I don't think I would have ever been able to prepare myself for what was coming.
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"Marie, I'm home!"
"Hey, daddy!"
I followed her voice into the living room, dropping my stuff in my home office on the way. She was curled up on a rocking chair, dressed in a tank top and shorts.
"Mom said you needed to talk to me?" I started.
"Yeah, but I'm not sure where to begin."
She was clearly nervous, so I took some time to get comfortable on the couch, hoping that the silence would help her figure out how to say what was on her mind.
"Just give it a go. Even if you don't have the right words now, maybe talking will help you find the right words," I encouraged when the silence didn't seem to help.
"Okay, here it goes." she mumbled to herself. To me she said, "Dad, I've got to say this in one go, and whatever you think, please let me get through this before you say anything. Deal?"
"Deal," I agreed.
"I want to make love to you," she blurted quickly.
I did a double take. She must have seen that I was about to blurt something in response, because she held up her hand.
"No interrupting," she reminded me. "Let me explain. I love you. I feel like it's the love of a daughter for her father, but I suppose that others would disagree, since I want you to be my lover. Whatever.
"Thinking back on how you've raised me, and seeing how you treat mom, you are my standard for guys. Unfortunately for me, you've set the bar pretty high and I can't seem to find any guy who measures up. That's only made me realize even more how amazing you are, and how lucky mom and I are to have you."
She paused and took a deep breath to calm her nerves. The motion of her chest drew my attention in an un-fatherly way. I really noticed, for the first time, how stunning a figure she had. I ran my eyes over her body and saw the straps of her blue bra peeking out from under her tank top. I could see up her shorts and caught a glimpse of her panties, which appeared to match what I had seen of her bra. I shook myself mentally, trying to break myself out of the trance.
Stop that
, I told myself.
She's your daughter, not some pretty girl for you to ogle.
The pep talk work, and my eyes made their way back to her face.
I don't know if Marie noticed my momentary fascination with her body, but she continued.
"This has all led me to want to show you how much you mean to me. We're already a pretty close family, and the only thing I could think of to show you how much you mean to me is to let you take my virginity."
My eyes went wide. My beautiful, sexy (
Not sexy!
My mind told me) daughter was still a virgin. And she wanted
me
to take her cherry.
"I don't think I want to stop there," she continued. "I think I really want to be your lover, just like mom. I know there are risks, but I don't care. I love you more than I could ever imagine loving any other guy, and I crave being able to express that love intimately."
"Are you sure?" I asked, feeling aroused and scared by what she was proposing.
"Daddy, I'm eighteen," she emphasized. "I've fantasized about this since I was sixteen, and I've been seriously working toward this for the past several months. I've discussed at length it with mom off and on for the past two months. I'm sure."
To hell with it
, I told the rebelling part of my mind.
She's an adult and knows what she wants.
"I never imagined this is what you mother meant," I started slowly. "I can tell, you've thought about this, but I've never consciously considered what you're asking before. You've always been my little girl, and I would give you anything that is within my power. I do love you, as much as I love your mother. You may be right that a more physical relationship may be the only way to fully share our love with each other."
Damn, I was nervous. I guess that makes sense. After all, I had just committed to de-flowering my daughter. Part of me was still screaming that this was the wrong choice, but I worried that denying Marie know would only put a barrier between us. One that would take a long time to remove. Better to give her as much as she wanted now, and see where things went from there.
"I'm willing to do this for you, but we do it my way. We take it slow. And if you change your mind at any time, you must speak up and we will stop there. Deal?"
"Deal!" The nervousness in her eyes was swept away, and her expression was bursting with joy and excitement.
"Now come here and give me a kiss," I requested.
"Yes, daddy!" She exclaimed, bouncing out of the rocking chair and leaping onto the couch next to me.
I wrapped her in my arms and leaned down to kiss her. The first contact of our lips was soft and tentative. I pulled back to see if she was ok so far, but she just looked at me with love in her eyes.
Our next kiss was more passionate. We were trying to pour all of our love into that one contact.
Before long, my hands began wandering across her back, from the waistband of her shorts, to the bare skin of her shoulders. Eventually, my hands found their way under her tank top. I reveled in the feel of the smooth skin of her back. I ran my hands across the band of her bra, enjoying the reminder that this was a woman in my arms.
Marie leaned back for a moment and took off her tank top. I admired the blue bra holding her tits; appreciated the soft lace accents. She sat there for a moment, apparently enjoying the way I was looking at her. Then she grabbed at my shirt and helped me out of it. She admired my bare chest for a brief moment -- not nearly as long as I had admired her bra encased breasts, and then dove back in for more kisses.
I worked my fingers into her hair and gently guided her head to the side as I kissed and licked down her neck to her shoulder. She moaned softly, clearly enjoying the attention. I kissed further down, traveling back and forth across her shoulder, slowly making my way down the slope of her breast to the cup of her bra. She grabbed my head, holding me to her breast as I licked and nibbled around her bra.
Finally, I pulled away and, while lovingly looking into her eyes, place a hand on one of her breasts. She let out a soft, whimpering moan; holding my hand to her breast as I began to gently squeeze. We dove back together, kissing with unleashed desire as my little girl encouraged me to play with her tit.
I moved my hand from Marie's bosom, to her evident disappointment. But as my hand traveled down her body, that disappointment turned into anticipation. My hand slid around behind her, travelling lower as it went, until it dipped into her shorts, and I began massaging her firm, young ass through her panties.
I pulled my daughter into my lap so that I could get my other hand on her ass as well. Only this time, I slid my hand under panties, over the soft, smooth skin of her ass. I've always enjoyed the contrast of one hand running over my lover's panties while the other just played with her skin. Marie must have enjoyed it, too, because she started grinding against me and moaning into my mouth.
Before long, we stood to remove some more clothes. There we stood, Marie in her blue bra and panties, a growing wet spot between her legs, and me in my boxer briefs with a readily visible erection. We pulled each other close and kissed some more. Eventually, I pulled back and led Marie by the hand to the master bedroom.
"Are you sure that we should be doing this in yours and mom's bed?" she asked.
"Mom gave us her blessing. She won't mind if we use our bed."
