It's hard to explain how my life got to this point. I can't really describe how I ended up in this situation, but there is one thing I know for certain. I have no regrets. I don't fear the repercussions that can potentially arise if my lifestyle is found out nor do I fear the penalties I will have to pay when I leave this world, and journey to the next. The joys that the past 5 years have brought me are enough to compensate for the pain and suffering I will face for all eternity when I am judged for my actions.
There is not a doubt in my mind that what I am doing is wrong and immoral but I wouldn't change the circumstance for the anything in the world. I don't care if people accuse me of taking advantage of an innocent young woman because I know I did no such thing. The bond that me and my daughter share is unlike any that I have ever experienced. It is deeper than any love I have ever felt, and it doesn't hurt that the sex is amazing, earth shattering, awe inspiring and any other adjectives one can think of. You may think that this is just me trying to justify the lifestyle I have chosen, but to me, I did not choose this lifestyle. It chose me.
She's beautiful. If there is any word that can describe her, it is that. She can have any man in the world, yet she chose me and I thank God everyday for that. Amy can charm the pants off of any person she comes in contact with but she chose me. That is an ongoing theme in this story. Choice. There was no act of forced aggression on neither myself nor my daughter; we simply came together in an act of passion an above all love. Now that I think about it, maybe there wasn't much choice to begin with. Maybe we were fated to be together; two souls coming together in a society that will not understand our relationship.
Amy is smart, beautiful, funny and passionate about anything and everything she deems important. Presently, she works at a marketing firm in Toronto about 30 km west of where we live. To the rest of the world, she is a successful, young businesswoman on the rise in her company, but when she comes home, she is my lover, confidant and wife. This is our story.
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It all started when Amy just finished highschool. She had graduated at the top of her class as I had predicted she would, and was set to take the world by storm. She was accepted to the University of Toronto for economics, (which made me very happy as that meant she would stay at home for her University life) and looked to continue her academic success at the post secondary level. I had and have always looked at my daughter in more than the traditional father daughter way. I couldn't help it. It wasn't just because of her beautiful blonde locks and perky breasts (even though that played a large role), it was also her loving personality, her habit of placing others first before her, and her optimistic outlook on life.
It was the night before was to start her first year at University. It was a Monday evening and I was idly watching T.V when I felt a plop on the couch seat next to me. She seemed distraught.
"I'm nervous daddy." She said. "What happens if I don't make it through till the end? What happens if I don't make any friends?"
I placed my arm around her and held her close, comforting her. I won't lie and say I didn't enjoy the sensation of touching her bare arm with my own. Her skin was as soft as silk, and her scent made the hair on my arms rise up.
"It's okay sweetie. Everyone gets a little nervous right before going to University. Life is so uncertain, and University emphasizes that fact."
I continued on. "But think about all of the wonderful experiences you are going to have! You'll meet new people who share your interests, you'll learn things that may have never even crossed your mind, and you'll be taking your first step into becoming a woman!" That last part made me feel a little sad but I hid it as I knew that this was about her, not me.
Her bright blue eyes lightened up a little, and a smile crept up on her pink lips.
She sighed. "you always know what to say to make me feel better. I can never talk about this kind of stuff with mom. She usually just tells me to stop complaining and take life as it goes."
"Well that's why me and your mom didn't get along too well. She was the cold, un-empathetic one of our marriage, while I was the fun, cool and understanding one who everyone wanted to chill with."
She let out a small giggle and cuddled closer to me. "Oh daddy, even though I know your being a smart ass, I completely agree with you. Why do you think I chose to live with you instead? But you can't pull of the word "chill.""
I smiled down at her as she continued to look in my eyes. At that moment, I felt the strongest urge to place a gentle kiss on her lips which were oh so accessible but I controlled myself. I had to.
We sat in silence until the show ended. Cuddled together. Her arm across my lap, her head on my shoulder. My arm remained firm around her as I tried to hold on to my little girl who was no longer little anymore. I couldn't really concentrate on what we were watching. Her hand was lightly moving across my thigh, rubbing back and forth along my jeans. I could feel my penis grow as her touch was driving me crazy. I was thankful when the show ended and Amy announced she was going to bed.
"Thank you Daddy." She said while getting up. "I'll wake you up early so you can make me breakfast." She let out a small giggle when she said this which sent tingles throughout my entire body. She leaned down and placed a soft kiss next to my lips, that in my head lasted longer than usual. When she pulled back, she looked me in the eyes one last time and said goodnight once more.
Chapter 2
It was 3:00 A.M and I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned in bed trying to find a comfortable position but no matter what I did, all I could think about was Amy. Images of her sleeping soundly next door in her white nightie danced throughout my head. Her soft and supple body exposed to the air as her blanket covered her lower body. My hand crept down and slipped beneath my boxers as I pictured her pink nipples stiffening from a gentle breeze from a window left open.
I gently began to massage myself when I heard my bedroom door creak open.
"Daddy?" I heard Amy say as she poked her head through door opening. "I can hear you rustling from my room. Are you okay?"
"Yea, Yea" I rushed out, removing my hands from boxers. "Just couldn't sleep is all."
"Oh, well do you mind if I climb in with you? I can't sleep either."
Even in the dark I could see her smile.
"Of course sweetie, climb on in." I said, my body tingling once again. My erection had not subsided. In fact it had grown at the sound of my daughter's soft voice.
She walked towards my bed climbing in the vacant spot that once belonged to her mother. I could hear the sheets rustling together until she made herself comfortable. Her right arm flung across my chest, while here right leg intertwined with mine. My breathing quickened at the sensation of her naked leg on top of mine.
"Feel better daddy?" she asked me in hushed tone.
I couldn't answer. My throat had dried up and my mind had drawn a blank. She must have sensed this as she let out a small giggle; the very same that had enticed me for the past several years. She raised herself so she can meet my eyes. She looked at me and smiled her beautiful smile.
"I love you daddy." She said. "I don't know what I would do without you."
I watched as she leaned forward, her eyes closed, her lips slightly apart. I felt as her lips met mine in a soft gentle kiss. She let out a soft moan at the contact and parted her lips a little more. I responded back by parting mine, letting her tongue slip into my mouth. She began to gently massage my tongue with her own while I reciprocated in a similar fashion. The feeling of her warm, soft tongue on mine was too much to bear. My arm snaked around her back pulling her deeper into my mouth. I could her whimpering as she moved to throw her leg over my left leg; straddling me.
We continued to kiss in a feverish pace. My hand had moved down towards her ass which was only slightly covered by her night ware. She moaned when my had came into contact with the panty covered flesh and began to rock her hips ever so slightly on my lap as we continued kiss. My penis was as hard as I could ever remember, and I'm sure she could feel it as her pussy gently rubbed against it.
Suddenly, my eyes shot open when I came to the realization of what I was doing. "I'm making out with my own daughter!" I thought. "Not only that, my hand is on her ass and my cock is rubbing up against her pussy!"
I abruptly pulled away causing her to whimper. Even in the darkness I could see the desire in her eyes, but I knew we had to stop before this went to far. She gave me a gentle smile and climbed off of me, re-assuming the position she was in before we had started.
"Good night daddy." She quietly said before she rested her head on my chest. I could here her breathing even out and before I knew it had steadied to the pace of someone in a peaceful slumber.
I lay there as thousands of thoughts flew through my head. What had I just done? Did she initiate all of that? What is going to happen tomorrow? I lay there for what felt like hours before my eyes started to close, letting sleep overtake me.
