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My name is Clarke.
No, it's not Clarke Gable, and not Clarke Kent either.
Although my mother always said that she would have loved to have had me as Clarke Gable's love child. She thought he was so hot in the movie, Gone With The Wind.
Dad always laughed when she said that. He thought it was our in house joke. I don't think he ever saw the wistful look on mum's face that showed she meant it.
Anyway, My name is Clarke Jones.
I'm forty two now. A widower, and retired.
I started a small company straight out of high school, and built it up into a large successful business.
Two and a half years ago my beautiful wife, Jessica, died. It was the result of a very fast and aggressive cancer. Within three months of her diagnosis we had lost her. Our daughter, Jasmine was shattered. Jazz was only fifteen and a half. Her and Jessica had been very close. I was miserable for a long time. I lost interest in my business. I sold it, and retired.
Now I dedicate my life to looking after my daughter. Although to hear some people tell it, Jasmine has dedicated her life to looking after me. I guess we have both dedicated ourselves to looking after each other.
I had started to write a fictitious story about the love between a man like me, with a daughter like Jasmine. I actually had the story half written when I showed it to Jazz. She read it and said it would make interesting reading.
Then she told me that she believed the real story of her and me would interest readers even more. She convinced me to shelve the fictional story for now, and write this one instead.
I hope she was right. I have found over the years that she normally is.
Jazz is eighteen now, and every bit as beautiful as her mother was. Jasmine was Jessica's Mini Me.
They were both about five foot six, both with long thick honey blonde hair, and with blue eyes, both had the same stunning hourglass figure. The only difference was that Jasmine has got slightly smaller and more peaky breasts, while her mother had big round breasts.
It was late afternoon and I was sitting at the kitchen table still reading the morning paper, when Jasmine arrived home.
"Hey Dad, I want your help with something." She said, by way of hello.
"Hello Sweetie, How was your day today? It's so lovely to see you, I've really missed you." I said with sarcastic emphasis.
"OOOPS, I'm so sorry Daddy, I do love you, and I really do hope you've had a wonderful morning." Jasmine came around the table and threw a leg over me, straddling my hips so she was facing me. Then she reached forward and gave me a big smoochy kiss on the lips.
Ever since she was a baby, Jasmine has always preferred to sit straddled over my hips, and facing me. While other little girls want to sit across their dad's lap, or on his legs with their back to him, Jazz has always wanted to sit facing me.
I remembered a night, when Jazz was about fourteen years old, Jessica had remarked to me, "The way that girl sits on you shows how totally in love with you she is. I can tell you now, the day will come when our daughter will make love to you!"
I had looked at my wife, "Are you out of your fucking mind? She is our daughter. All little girls love their dads."
"Not like this one loves you, Honey." my wife had said seriously "Trust me, Honey. Our daughter doesn't just love you. She is in love with you."
I told Jessica she was crazy. Jessica had responded with, "Honey, trust me. When our daughter is old enough to want a man in her life, she will want you to be that man."
"Baby, You make it sound like you would actually approve. Are you actually suggesting that you would be OK sharing me with our own daughter?"
Jessica came across and kissed me, passionately. "I could only ever bear to share you with Jazz, Honey. I could never bear to share you with anybody else." she'd continued with. "You are the most beautiful, loving man I have ever known, and I could no more deny our daughter that love than I could deny myself of it."
From the way she had said it, I swear she meant it.
Reluctantly, I dragged my mind back to the present. "I'm sorry, Sweetie. My mind went on walkabout." I said, "Now, what did you need, I'm sure I'll be happy to help."
"Daddy, I need to organize a vacation to Spain."
"Well, that's fine. You can do that."
"No. I need to do it for both of us, you and me, Daddy."
"Just what you would need on a vacation to Spain, Sweetie" I said, "A miserable old fart like me escorting you around. Scaring off all those handsome young Spanish bull fighters"
"Daddy, you are not a miserable, old fart. You're a good looking hunk of a man."
I looked at my daughter, speechless. Sort of blinking, like a deer in the headlights.
"I'm sorry Daddy, but it's true. You are hot, and I would much rather sleep with you than some poncy bullfighter."
"Sweetie, I don't know what to say," I paused for a few seconds, "Do I say thank you? Do I berate you for being a perverted wench? How do I respond to a statement like that?"
I think the mention of being perverted hurt her feelings. I saw the tears spring up in her eyes, and trickle down her cheeks.
I immediately felt like a lousy shit. I wrapped her in my arms and gently kissed her. "Baby, I'm sorry. You just shared your deepest feelings with me, from the bottom of your heart, and I hurt your feelings. Please forgive me. I love you too much to ever want to hurt you."
I continued, "I know I should be flattered to be loved so much, especially by such a beautiful young woman."
Jasmine hugged me close. Too close. I could feel her pressing herself against my crotch, and feel myself respond. I had to make space between us. I stood up and released her from my arms and stepped back, "So, when were you planning this vacation for?" I asked.
My daughter stepped up to me and wrapped her arms around me again, "I was hoping to go in about a month, but I do need you with me." She was hugging me close. Pressing her body to mine in a way that forced her pelvis to press against my manhood.
My cock was responding to the pressure she was putting on it. My voice was husky when I answered her, "OK. If that is what you want"
"It is." Jasmine said, then reached up and kissed me gently on the lips before releasing me and stepping back. "Can I max out your credit card to book our holidays, Daddy?" She said the daddy in a breathy whisper that stirred my cock.
My God, what was my daughter doing to me. I had never before felt my lust stir for my own child like this.
Normally, Jasmine and I get the house to ourselves during the week, and then it becomes a teenage drop in center all weekend long, from Friday afternoon till Sunday night. All her friends turn up and make themselves at home, camping and partying all over the place.
I'm not complaining. A dozen half naked teenage girls romping around the house. It's like living the life of a rock star.
The weekend after our conversation Jasmine rushed in at about four on Friday afternoon. She was alone for a change. Jasmine raced straight up to me and threw her arms around my neck. Pressing herself firmly against me she kissed me, and then tipped her head back to look up at me. "Hello Daddy, How was your day?"
"Better now that you're home!" I said, and I meant every word.
Ever since she had turned eighteen she had greeted me in a similar fashion. All pretense of innocence was gone. She had started making it a point to hold her body tightly against mine until she felt my body respond. She would not release me until she felt me respond to her.
I was starting to become accustomed to it. God help me. I was actually starting to welcome it. It felt good to have my daughter give me an erection. I felt good, knowing that she wanted to feel that erection as proof of her ability to arouse me. Thinking about it again, reminded me of the conversation I had with her mother, Jessica, some years ago. "The day will come when our daughter will make love to you."
Had my wife been right? was my daughter actually in love with her own father?
About half past six that evening I went out to the back deck and fired up the BBQ.
It was a beautiful warm summer evening. I enjoyed the view over the valley below and remembered the days when Jessica and I would come out here and BBQ our dinners. Often we would both be wearing only one of the sarongs that she had bought while we were on a trip to Indonesia. The sarongs wrapped around our waists, leaving our top half bare.
I missed those days. I missed my wife terribly.
I heard Jazz quietly padding bare footed across the deck behind me. "Daddy, I've brought you out a beer." she said.
When I turned around, I gasped. My little girl was wearing only one of her mother's sarongs, wrapped around her waist, just like her mother used to do. As I reached for my beer I looked at my daughters naked breasts, "My God Jazz, You look absolutely amazing!" I stared at her in awe "You remind me so much of your mother."
Jasmine spread her arms wide, thrusting her breasts forward a little towards me. Openly inviting me to look at her. "Do you like me like this, Daddy? Do I please you?"
I stared at her, slack jawed, lost for words. "I take that to be a yes, Daddy." She giggled
She came up to me and hugged me. Pressing her naked breasts against my chest. "Is the meat ready? I'm starving" she said.
The uncontrolled thought popped into my head, 'my meat is ready'.
While we sat on the deck, eating, Jasmine said, "I have some news for you."
I looked at her expectantly.
"I have booked our holiday to Spain!" Jasmine said
I looked at my daughter, "You still haven't told me. Why Spain, Sweetie? Wanting to get in touch with your mothers roots?"
Jessica's parents were both Spanish. They had moved to Australia after they married, about a year before Jessica was born.
Jazz smiled at me, "Something like that. A secret Abuelita told me. I will tell you all about it, when the time is right."
Jazz had always called her grandma Abuelita, a Spanish word for grandmother.
Jazz said, "We are booked to fly out in exactly twenty eight days."
Jazz's phone rang, she picked it up and answered with, "Hey, Jazz here, Who wants me?"
"Oh, hey Gina! You are? Excellent. Daddy and I are on the back deck. If you hurry there may still be a steak left."
