Moonlight Passage

---- This is the English version of 'Meine Tochter im Mondlicht', a short fictional story for your good night ----

The door opened with a soft squeak, and there she was - my daughter, the light of my life, now in this new home she called her own. Her eyes sparkled with joy and a little excitement as she looked at me, and in that moment I realized how much she had grown. In the last few years, she had gone from the little girl I once sang to sleep to a smart, independent woman who had moved to a new city with big dreams.

"Daddy!" she called, throwing herself on my neck, the hug tight and warm, as if she could instantly overcome the distance and time that lay between us. I smelled the familiar scent of her shampoo and was transported back to all the moments I had sat by her bed telling her stories.

I walked in and looked around. Her walls were decorated with pictures of her new friends and colorful posters of her fields of study. The rooms were small, but they exuded a vibrancy that I admired. Here my daughter lived in a world that was no longer mine, but she was still a part of me.

After the warm reunion, we sat in her small kitchen and I prepared her favorite dish - a simple but heartily seasoned pasta. While the pasta was cooking, we talked about the last few months. She told me about new friends and challenges, while I tried to cheer her up with anecdotes from my own student days. Her laughter echoed through the kitchen and warmed my heart. It was as if time had stood still.

In the evening we spread out an old deck of cards on the living room table. It was our thing, a game we had developed together, and I enjoyed every minute. Her eyes shone with joy as she laughed and challenged me. I felt carefree, as if the worries of everyday life were forgotten for a moment. In those moments I realized how much I had missed being close to her and how strong our bond remained despite the distance and the changes that had surrounded us.

And then the time came for sleep. She didn't have a couch, but there was still some space in her bedroom and I laid out a sleeping mat and my sleeping bag. We went to the bathroom one after the other, changed and said goodnight.

I fell asleep pretty quickly too. However, I woke up because of a dream when it was the middle of the night. I got up and went to the bathroom. Then I returned to lie down again, but when I entered the room I saw my daughter stretched out on the bed and the moonlight fell directly on her peaceful face. She was lying on her back, the blanket half-folded under her arm like a stuffed animal, while her left side was exposed. She was wearing short panties and a thin top that had ridden up slightly, exposing her stomach.

As I saw her like that, I remembered all the evenings I had spent at her bedside when she couldn't fall asleep on her own. Even though she was grown up and independent now, I still felt such a duty of care. The moonlight made her seem like a little angel.

Instinctively, I went to the edge of the bed and sat down next to her on the mattress. My hand gently stroked her forehead and pushed her strands to the side. She opened her eyes, I leaned down and kissed her forehead. She smiled, closed her eyes again and stretched, the blanket slipping off her.

I looked at her pretty body and felt an incredible love for her, this beautiful creature that had somehow also emerged from me. Her skin seemed white as snow in the moonlight. I put a hand on her bare stomach and was surprised at how soft it felt. I gently moved my hand back and forth and stroked her skin. Her contented sigh signaled to me that she was feeling good.

Then I moved my hand up and pushed up her top, exposing her small white breasts with tiny nipples. I leaned down again, took one of them in my mouth and sucked on it. She mumbled something I didn't understand, but it sounded satisfied. With my hand I took her other nipple between my thumb and forefinger. When she lifted her upper body slightly, I helped her and pulled the top over her head. Then with both hands I pulled down her panties and let them fall next to the bed. My daughter spread her legs, I slid over and lowered my head.

Her unforgettable scent greeted me. Her pubic hair was shaved smooth and her intimate area lay invitingly before me. The tip of my tongue stroked her clitoris and my lips kissed it before I opened my mouth and caressed her labia. I spoiled her extensively by licking and kissing her over and over again as she became wetter and wetter.

Finally I sat up. My undershirt was quickly thrown aside, I pulled my boxer shorts down just a little bit so that my hard penis could spring out into the open. I crawled on my elbows across the mattress and pushed myself over my daughter.

We looked into each other's eyes for a moment before our lips met. Her mouth was sweet as honey and fruity as fresh strawberries. Our tongues lost themselves in each other and savored each other's taste.

Then I felt her hand wrapped around my stiff penis. She guided my glans into position with precision. I felt her wetness. When she paused, I slowly lowered myself down.

A tingling sensation came from my penis and spread throughout my body as I parted her labia. Shortly afterwards, I felt her vaginal walls and an incredible warmth. Her vagina was full and took me in like a long-lost friend, I pushed myself further and further into her and pushed into her as far as I could.

She wrapped her arms around me when I was completely inside her and covered me with wild kisses. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the indescribable feeling of being inside her again. It was like that evening of her eighteenth birthday, when all her friends had left and she had felt completely alone. But I had been there and so I had been allowed to be the first person to sleep with her.

I felt her body everywhere. She was around me, our upper bodies fused together and my genitals were deep inside her like a plug in the socket where it belonged. I took my time enjoying our connection until I started fucking in gentle thrusts, accompanied by her moans and our deep kisses.

It was as if nothing had changed. The mattress was soft and the bed didn't creak as loudly as it did at home. How many times had we worried that her mother would hear us when I sneaked into her room late at night and we gave ourselves to each other. How many times had we slept together when she had to go to school late and my wife had already left for work. Or I had picked her up from sports, we had driven to a parking lot and I had taken her from behind while the few passing drivers watched us. Once they had even gone camping, three full days, but we had hardly left the tent because the sex was so good.

I remembered all of this as I thrust into her beautiful body and felt how we merged and became one. We were not just father and daughter, we really were one heart and one soul. And we moaned together as the excitement grew stronger and my lower body pushed into her faster and faster. The friction between our bodies made my nerve cells explode and eventually all the dams broke.

We were both shaken by an intense orgasm and tensed, holding each other like two drowning people clinging to a lifeline while my hot sperm flooded her little canal in spurts. Indescribable moments passed until we could move again and the ecstasy gradually subsided.

Exhausted and satisfied, we looked at each other. We didn't have to say anything. I didn't pull out of her. Instead, she wrapped her legs around me and we rolled onto our sides. I pulled the duvet over us and we hugged each other to sleep together for the rest of the night.