A few moments in my life have left me unable to breathe. When I was twelve, I was just a few dozen feet away from a lightning strike which almost threw me on the ground as I raced with two friends to find shelter near the playground where we'd been enjoying a game of catch. When I was sixteen, my mother pulled me into the kitchen and sat me down, telling me that one of my very best friends had been killed that morning in a car accident. At twenty-two, I was about two feet away from an out-of-control delivery van which whipped past me on a sidewalk and slammed with a loud crunch into the brick building right behind me.

None of those moments compared to the one where Veronica told me that Piper was my daughter. I had to catch myself on the wall, my muscles working against me as I fought to breathe.

"I should have told you both before now..." I heard Veronica say, as if from a distance.

My vision was a tunneled, blurry. My daughter?!

"Uncle Patrick is... Daddy?" Piper exclaimed, wide-eyed and open-mouthed.

"Err... Uncle Patrick?" Veronica asked.

"What I say so people don't wonder why I'm with him..."

"Ah," Veronica said, her eyes on her daughter, "Yes... Patrick is your father..."

"How?" I managed to stammer, not believing I was really conscious.

"I got pregnant... right before we started drifting, Patrick," Veronica said, "and my parents... they were pissed... Dad moved us so that he and Mom wouldn't be so shamed for me getting knocked up... I'm so sorry I never told you..."

"But... you were on the pill!"

Veronica nodded, "It doesn't always work... sometimes... sometimes it just doesn't work..."

I groaned, thoughts of what I'd done with Piper, how we'd been intimate rushing into my mind. My own daughter?! It was incest! I should have been angry with Veronica, upset. I should have yelled at her, demanded more and more apologies for never telling me I was a father.

Instead, another memory fought for my attention. It was Lena and Gunther. Father and daughter. Together, her first time special and lovely. That's what Piper and I had. Father and daughter being intimate, committing incest, and loving every single moment of what we'd done.

I found my feet again, took a couple of steps, and pulled Piper to me, "Oh, my God!"

Piper squeezed me back and I felt all the love in the world pour into me. Right then, I knew, that no matter what Veronica might do with Piper, the girl was never going to be away from me for long. I'd missed the first ten-plus years of her life, and I was not about to let Veronica, or anyone, keep me from being there for her again. We hugged and I felt Piper sobbing a little. I pulled back and saw a smile on her face.

Maybe it was a rationalization, but the pull I'd felt for the girl, something I believed had been stronger than mere physical and emotional attraction, now seemed to have an explanation. Of course I'd been compelled to protect Piper. To love her. To help her thrive and mature. I was her father!

"So..." Veronica said quietly, "I can't linger long..."

I opened my arms and let Piper step back to her mother. "What now, then, Veronica? You drop this... bombshell... on me. On us... and then, what... you snatch our daughter and disappear again?"

Veronica swallowed hard then put her arm around Piper's shoulder, pulling her tight. "No... I... Piper can't go with me right now... Can... can you continue to provide for her, Patrick? I know I've asked a lot, that I've... lied to you, about all this... and it's not fair. I'm sorry. I was young and dumb when I got pregnant... and my parents... they were so ashamed that I couldn't really tell anyone... Running into you in Tokyo... that felt like fate... And now... now, you know the truth..."

"Mommy, you're leaving again?" Piper said with a mix of concern and sadness, though, perhaps, far less than I would have expected.

Veronica nodded, "I have to, just for a while. You'll be safe with your father, okay? Is... is that okay, Love?"

Piper looked at me, and I could see in her eyes her answer before she voiced it, "Of course! Uncle Patrick... I mean... uh... Daddy... has been so great!"

Her mother offered a small smile, "Good... I hoped you two would be good for each other... So, Patrick... can you care for our daughter? Until I can get things sorted out?"

I looked from mom to daughter and back to Veronica. "No."

"What?!" Piper and her mother said in unison.

"I'm not keeping Piper until you come back," I said firmly, "Piper's my daughter and I'm not about to just give her up should you find stability. Whatever happens, Veronica, I'm Piper's father, and I won't ever again let anyone take her from me..."

Piper smiled.

Veronica pursed her lips, "I... I understand, I think... We'll have to figure things out... later... I don't know when, but... I'm happy you want to be part of our daughter's life, Patrick... I really am..."

I nodded, "Piper will be safe with me. I promise that..."

Veronica nodded, "One last thing... since you both know about the private events like this one," she said, raising her arm in a half-circle to indicate the show that night, "you can trust Johanna... I can't say much more, but she's one person I know you can rely on. There's... there's a fine line in these shows... and what goes on beyond them. I don't pretend to know how to handle the grey areas..."

"I want to be an inside girl, Mommy!"

Her mother looked at her, "I know... you always did want that, but... I just have a hard time finding balance in my thoughts about this... On one hand... Well... it's just not easy to sort things out... The girls... what they do..." She looked down at her hands, then lowered her voice, "I admit I am not repulsed by what I've seen..."

I narrowed my eyes, "You were watching tonight?"

Veronica's eyes rose slowly, "I was..."

I waited for her to add more, but she did not, so I said, "While Piper's with me... it is my decision and hers. I've not let her join the private shows, though, no one has approached us, either... but... she's seen two now, Berlin and here, and..."

"And you, like me, are not wholly against seeing her perform..."

I knew the truth went much, much deeper given the private moments Piper and I shared, but I didn't voice any of that in that room.

Veronica added, "Piper isn't invited because... I told Johanna, privately, that Piper was not going to do the special shows, early on, I told her that. Johanna respected it and so... that's why no one has contacted you..."

I swallowed and chewed my lip, "Piper and I can discuss it together..."

The woman nodded, checked her watch, then wrapped Piper in a tight, rocking hug. "I love you so, so much, you know... and I'm sorry I have to go away again... and I'm so, so sorry I never told you about your father..." she turned to look at me, "Sorry to you, Patrick... I never meant any harm..."

I watched the two embrace, my throat dry, my heart pounding, stomach clenching and sour. But also... there was hope again. Wonderful, joyous hope. Piper was staying with me. Piper was not just my lover... not just my friend... but my daughter!

Veronica whispered in Piper's ear a moment, then let her go, the girl looking like she might cry again, but so far, holding off the tears. The woman pulled a small envelop out of her purse and handed to me. "Anything you need to take care of Piper should be in there. Birth certificate, medical records, legal assignment of custodial duties, you'll need to get it filed and all. Basic stuff. An account where I've been stashing away money for Piper. For emergencies and whatnot... I trust you, Patrick. Please... be good to our daughter..."

We hugged and I felt the honesty of everything Veronica had said that night. I didn't hate her. I wasn't mad. I wasn't even all that confused right then. I told her, "Take care, Veronica. Piper will surely miss you while you're away... I'll take good care of her, promise. She's a great girl... You raised her to be a great young woman..."

Veronica smiled and kissed my cheek.

"Oh, about your phone..." I said as the woman stroked Piper's hair.

"Yeah... sorry about that... I've had to be very careful about contact with people outside the team and a bare few others... Here," she said, grabbing a pen from the desk and scribbling a number on a piece of paper before handing it to me. "That one will work. You can call me any time. I can't always talk, but you can reach me... Please... Keep in touch..."

"We will, Mommy!" Piper squeezed her again for a last hug, and seconds later, Veronica was out of the room, closing the door behind her, and Piper and I were alone again.

In some ways, all the air was sucked out of the room. But within seconds, my heart flowed with love for my daughter. We were in each other's arms, kissing, "I love you so much, Piper!"

"I love you, Daddy! I can't believe you're my Daddy!"

I chuckled warmly, tears in my eyes, "It seems too wonderful to believe!"

Piper kissed me, her warm, lovely lips just perfect on mine.

I heard the doorknob turn in time to react instinctively, jerking back from Piper. It wasn't fast enough, I was sure, to avoid looking like we'd just rushed away from something obvious to the man who opened the door. Khali's brusque, clipped English called in, "All is complete, yes?"

"Uh... Y-yeah. All done."

"I will direct a car to deliver you to your hotel."

The door pushed open further, but the man was not in sight. My heart pounded.

- - -

Piper and I said practically nothing between the moment we got in the cab to the second we were in the elevator in the hotel. I looked down at her then, still thick with a million thoughts, "You okay? Everything's... Lots going on to take in, right?"

My daughter... My daughter!... replied, "Yeah, I'm good... like... um... are you okay?"

I nodded, "Thrilled, actually... I—"

The elevator paused at a floor and an elderly man came in, hunched, leaning over a cane. I asked, "Going up?"

"Up?" The man said, "No, course not up..."

"Ah, this one's going up..."

The man shuffled in a circle while I held the door. He took a few steps out and I let the sliders close again.

"What I was saying," I continued, "I just feel like... overwhelmed by having a daughter! And it's you, Piper... It's you!"

She smiled and we kissed again, "Yeah," the girl replied, "kinda feels good, right?"

"Better than good..."

Piper giggled, "So... since your my Daddy, like, I'm just like Lena, right?"

I grinned, "Seems you are, and I'm Gunther... Well, I'm much luckier than Gunther, cause you're even more special than Lena..."

"Aww," Piper said, taking my hand, "so are you gonna sex with me tonight?"

"God yes..."

"Good, cause, I've been all tingly, like, all day and all," Piper told me. As if to emphasize it, she shivered and goosebumps spread on her arms. Her hips shifted a couple of time, then she kissed me again.

The walk from the elevator to our room took no time at all. Inside, I swept Piper into my arms, kissing and holding her to me, carrying her to the bed and quickly pulling off her shirt and leggings. Her scent hit me strongly, little girl arousal and sweat. I sprang to attention, kissing her lips, kissing her neck, "God, I love you, Piper... my daughter!"

"I love you, Daddy... Mmm... Mmm..."

Down her body, I planted kisses and licks, teasing her tiny, hard nipples, then spending more time tickling her thighs with my fingers before pushing my face between her legs. Piper's scent was stronger there, more arousing. Her flesh was slick already, labia stuck together in a thin clam, and I parted it with my tongue and savored the warm, rich taste of Piper's hairless cunt. "Mmm... Mmm..."

I pushed a finger into Piper's pussy, licking her clit in circles. Her body writhed, legs tensing and growing stiff around my head. I fingered her steadily, her tight hole very slippery and hot. Piper began to orgasm in moments, "Mmm... Mmm... Mmmmmmmmm... Ohhhhhhh... Oh-oh... Oh-oh... Ohhhhhhhh... Mmmmmmm... mmmmmm... mmm... mmm..."

I rose over her, lusting for my daughter. Her eyes met mine and Piper's hands came up to guide me over her body. My penis found her hole on its own as her legs rose up and spread wider around me. I felt the heat from Piper's vagina envelop my glans and I flushed with arousal. I pushed forward, tight heat wrapping around me, Piper panting as I penetrated her. Once more, I was committing incest with my daughter, though, for the first time I was aware of our full relationship.

I plunged in slowly, working my cock gently through her channel. Piper was so tight that my dick came free from her grasping hole several times. I rolled onto my back and pulled my daughter over me, Piper's raven-black hair brushing by my face as I looked up into her eyes. I guided her this time, easing her down, down, until I felt my penis stretching her little vagina.

Piper gasped, my cock disappearing into her body. I cupped her buttocks, my knees bent behind her, and taught my daughter how to ride my penis.

She caught on very quickly, her natural dancer's instincts and extraordinary flexibility had her rising and falling, rolling her hips, rocking while she took me inside her. I lost all control of myself and groaned, "Oh, Piper... Oh... I'm there, Sweetheart... Daddy's spunkin' in you... Ohhhhhhh..."

I filled my daughter in fast, powerful spurts, emptying myself fully into Piper's hairless cunt. My semen rushed down each time she rose and fell, coating my shaft and Piper's labia. I pulled her down to kiss me, moaning my pleasure into the girl's mouth. She slowed her movements, but I wanted more.

I slid her to the side of me, her back to my front, and spooned her, letting my dick, still leaking jizz, rest between her buttocks. She was much more slender than me, my size easily twice hers where my groin pressed against her bottom. I took hold of my cock, pushed it down, and sank back inside my daughter's semen-filled pussy.

She panted. I rose up as I fucked Piper, on an elbow, leaning down and turning her head towards me. We kissed, groaning together, my body moving with hers. We mated like lovers. Like a father and daughter who wanted nothing more than to share ourselves fully with the other. I slid a hand to Piper's genitals and twirled her clit until she orgasmed again, her vagina milking me into my second, as well. The load was much smaller this time, but it felt even better than the first.

I was wholly out of breath, but we relaxed, kissing, my penis slipping free and feeling sore. Cum leaked out of Piper's cunt where it rested along one of my thighs.

We kissed and cuddled and touched each other long into the night, little said, just two lovers, father and daughter, holding together and loving without condition. My seed still leaking out of Piper, I whispered my love for her over and over until she'd fallen asleep in my arms, and I settled myself against her, hoped like hell I wasn't dreaming, and tried to find some rest.

- - -

I woke to the sound of Piper giggling. I was smiling before I even opened my eyes. She was on her side, facing me, holding up the sheets and looking down our bodies. "What?" I asked.

"You got real big against my butt and it woke me up!"

I laughed, "Sorry..."

She shook her head, "It's okay... I liked it."

Her fingers started trailing down my stomach. "Does that tickle, Daddy?" Piper asked.

Daddy.

Why did I swell so strongly to hear Piper call me that? Not just with arousal, but my love for the girl only grew overnight, becoming even more powerful after learning about her blood relationship with me. I'd committed incest with her. I never thought that word would ever apply to me, not even after seeing Gunther deflower his young daughter. It never crossed my mind. I had no close female relatives other than my mom, and I had zero interest in her. But my daughter? Maybe it was that we'd already shared intimacy before we found out, maybe I was already in love with her and it just didn't matter. Maybe.

But the incest turned me on. More than I ever thought possible. I pulled Piper to me and whispered, "I'm so happy you're my daughter, Piper... I love you so much... my daughter!"

The girl giggled, "I know. It's weird right? But... So not weird, too, right?"

"Weird to other people, for sure, but... I admit, Piper," I said, kissing her lips, "it makes me horny knowing what we did was incest..."

"In-sessed?" Piper asked as she slowly stroked my cock and I swept the tangled hair away from her face.

I supposed I'd never used that specific word before. "Incest... it means when blood relations have sex. Like a mom and son, or sibling, or..."

"Lena and her Papa, or... you and me?" she grinned.

"Exactly."

"Well, I don't see why it matters... It just makes me tingle more cause you're my Daddy..."

We kissed again, hands sliding over each other, Piper's body smooth and warm. I swept back the covers, letting our naked flesh cool after sweating against each other in sleep. "So, I woke you up, huh?"

"Yep. Your pe-nis started poking me."

"I like poking you," I laughed.

She kissed my nose, "Like I told you, I liked it... wanna sex with me again?"

"More than anything..."

Piper climbed over me and put her pussy right over my cock. She eased down and her velvet heat stretched around my penis, but only about an inch. She was a little wet, but not enough to overcome her small hole's resistance, the girl struggling to take me inside. I told Piper, "Drool in my hand," and held out my fingers.

She giggled, and did so, and I had her raise up a bit and then smeared Piper's saliva onto my glans and pushed more inside her little vagina. She cooed when I brushed by her erect clit. More lubrication in place, I felt the eleven-year old's slippery, velvet folds stretch around me as the heat of Piper's pussy consumed my attention. "Oh... Piper..."

I don't know why the idea that we were committing incest rushed in so strongly in that moment, but it did. Piper was my daughter, my blood relation, my offspring. My penis, her father's penis, was inside her. I swelled thinking about incest, the taboo thought driving me up into Piper's body. She gasped each time I bottomed out in her, her body rocking up and down on me, my hands on her hips and guiding her motions.

It was like having the most wonderful, loving, attractive fuck doll to slide up and down on my cock. So much better, though. I loved Piper. My daughter. Incest, oh, the thoughts of incest! I surged much too quickly, swelling, I moaned, "I'm cumming in you, Piper... Uhnn... Uhnn... Oh, God!"

"Mmm... Mmmm... Daddy... Mmmm..."

I overflowed her, ejaculating against Piper's cervix, jerking and moaning for long, blissful seconds until I began to wash with relaxation and deep love for my daughter. Before I fully fell back, I slid fingers around Piper's little clit while my penis leaked incestuous sperm into her vagina.

It didn't take long for my daughter to orgasm, "Mmm... Mmm... Oh... Oh... Oh... mmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Mmmmmmmmm... Mmm... Ohhhh..."

We cuddled for a long time afterwards, my cum leaking from Piper's raw vagina, her little hole a touch sore, she told me. But Piper was grinning and cooing and pressing her head onto my chest as I slowly touched her skin, gently, soft movements over her shoulders and back and down to her lovely little bottom. I drew out a little of my semen from her wet crotch and smeared it onto her butt, letting it dry while she giggled and kissed my chest.

- - -

What does a father do after fucking his own preteen daughter? Committing incest as clearly and powerfully as anyone could do? A daughter who I didn't even know I had until after I'd penetrated her the first time. A daughter who woke and rode me the next morning until I ejaculated incestuous sperm into her vagina?

This father took her to breakfast just like normal. It was strange how easy it was to not put too much emphasis on the overwhelming incestuous thoughts and concerns swamping my mind and go about the day as if we were, once again, just Piper and Uncle Patrick. I loved Piper. My daughter had come to be the most key piece of my happiness, and so quickly, too. What we'd shared together, our intimacy, the incestuous nature of our relationship, was so natural that it just fit into our day. Piper was a bubbly, eleven-year old, chattering about dancing and her mom and not acting any different than she had before we'd finally made love a couple of nights before. I couldn't stop smiling just being near her, whether sharing intimacy or strawberry-glazed crepes and juice.

We had two free days before heading to Monaco on Thursday, too short a time to fly back to Los Angeles. Piper wanted to talk about her mom a bit, and we did. I told her about how we dated early in high school, and how, by the time Veronica moved away, we were mostly just friends with benefits, having sex occasionally but not much dating in the end. Nothing bad, I told her, just young dumb kids who weren't wanting to be locked down together.

I had no clue, of course, that the reason Veronica had moved was due to me impregnating her. It was shocking to consider it. My memories of those days were so different before Veronica told me what really happened. I'd never considered something like that might have been the cause. It never crossed my mind. We stopped using condoms at some point because Veronica was on birth control and we both loved bareback penetration. I had no clue then, or even when I was older, that it could fail like that and end up with a pregnancy.

But Piper was the result of that ignorance, and nothing in the world could change how thankful I was to know she was my daughter. My daughter! I kept repeating that in my head, the term so strange and wonderful to me. Incest, too was floating through my thoughts, that taboo, unspoken word so full of baggage before what I shared with Piper could hold that label. It didn't feel like the incest other people whispered in disgust or horror. No, it felt like the incest shared between Lena and her father and mother. Loving, kind, gentle. Erotic as hell and layering the pleasure I'd had with Piper, already beyond any joy I'd known, with taboo, heavy aspects of incest and adding a special thrill to know I'd touched and tasted my own daughter's cunt, that I'd penetrated her with my finger, my tongue, and most recently, my penis. That I'd filled my daughter with incestuous sperm, my semen overflowing her, my love for her wrapped up in every moment with Piper, whether intimate or not. I loved her so much.

"Did you hear me?" Piper giggled.

I'd been thinking about our morning activities and probably blushed, "Oh, uh, no..."

"Well, I asked what you were thinkin'?"

I chuckled, whispering, "Oh, just, you know, that I've fucked my own daughter..."

Piper grinned, "Yeah, I was thinkin' that too... Just like Lena's dad and all..."

I nodded, "Now I get it..."

"Get it?"

"How special that was for them... I feel how special it is to be with you, Piper... my daughter! I still can't believe you're my daughter! I just love you with everything I have, Piper. I never want to lose you..."

"You won't," Piper said, sliding along the bench seat the couple of inches until she was against me, resting her head on my shoulder, "I'm not going anywhere."

We were quiet a moment, breakfast completed, Piper leaning against me while I innocently stroked her hair. Thankfully, we were tucked in a corner and only the waitress came around to see us. The woman smiled and showed she was touched to see my daughter resting on my shoulder. I paid the bill but sat with Piper for a while before asking, "So... anything you wanna do today?"

Piper leaned up, shrugging, "I dunno. What's there to do here?"

"Well, the Blue Mountains are west of the city. I've never been but I understand they are quite beautiful. Like to hike?"

"Sure," Piper replied, "though I dunno if I've really done it much."

"Never been hiking?"

"Well, I dunno. Not, like, um, in mountains or anything."

"Feel up to a lot of climbing and sweating?"

She giggled, "Sure."

- - -

The trip out to one of the main drop-offs in the national park took almost two hours from the time we decided to go. It wasn't that far outside of Sydney, but we didn't rush in the room getting ready and by the time we got out to a place where we found a nice trail, it was already afternoon. The heat wasn't too bad with it being August in Australia, and Piper and I set off after grabbing plenty of bottled water and buying a couple of sandwiches to take with us.

The hike was beautiful, somewhat steep in places, and several times we found fantastic spots to stop and rest and enjoy the lovely views. Piper kept up with no problem, not that I expected any less. She'd worn a pair of black leggings with thin red bands around the calves, her heart-shaped bottom tightly packed beneath. Several times, I fondled her as we walked or while we stopped when I was sure we were alone.

It was like no hike I'd ever done. I was alive fully, filled with love, filled with both desire and a deep connection to my daughter. We often held hands, sneaking kisses or more intimate touches along the way, though I ensured we were very careful to only do normal father-daughter things where others might see us. Even as my legs began to feel heavy and thick, I felt amazing. The shock of learning that Piper was my daughter had not so much worn off as become deeply ingrained in my entire being. I loved having a daughter, and that it was Piper, a girl I'd come to love completely, only made it that much more special and wonderful.

We paused at one point well up the trail in the mid-afternoon to eat and drink water. When we were sure no one was nearby, Piper shucked down her leggings and peed. She caught me watching and giggled, "You like watching me peeing, Daddy?"

I laughed, "Suppose I do... Mostly, I just enjoy looking at you, whatever you're doing."

She grinned, "Neat." When she finished, I passed her a couple of tissues then watched as she wiped herself clean.

I checked the trail, a clean view in both directions letting me see no one anywhere in range. I turned Piper as she stood up, bending her forward against a tree, then pressed my face into her crotch. Odors of the day's hike, her fresh urine, and the overpowering scent of Piper's immature pussy rushed into my nose and I licked the pungent, salty, and tart flesh between her thighs. She began to pant and moan, "Shhhh..." I cautioned, keeping a lookout for anyone on the trail, "Not too loud..."

"I can't help it," she said quietly, "it feels real good when you lick me..."

"Mmm," I purred into her pussy. Overcome with desire and needing more than to just taste Piper, I rose and pushed my zipper down, my cock already hard when I pulled it free. I sank slowly into Piper's cunt, her tight hairless hole stretching tight around me.

I groaned and Piper giggled, "Shhhh..." she told me.

"Trying..."

We began to rut, the girl's body still too small to fully take me inside without hurting her, but I didn't care. I was in heaven with my penis in my daughter's pussy, our incestuous mating becoming rushed. I slid my hand around her slender hip and reached between her legs while I fucked her, finding her little clit hard and in need of attention.

Piper came in strained moans, "Mmmm... Mmmm... Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmmmm... Mmmmmmm..."

I was right there with her, pulling my hand away from her cunt, thrusting rapidly in and out of my daughter's little hole. I held Piper's waist, looking around to ensure we were still alone, then stared down at where her soft buttocks bounced with each thrust. I let go, growling low and full of pleasure, pumping my incestuous seed deep in my eleven-year old daughter's slippery cunt.

Quickly, I pulled out, my cum sliding out immediately. Piper yanked up her panties and leggings, trapping my sperm in the crotch of her underwear as I slid my cock back into my pants and then shared a long, lovely kiss with the girl who had just mated with me, her own father.

"I love you so much, Piper... I love you so much. I'm so glad we found each other..."

"Me too, Daddy..." Piper hugged me tight and I felt my cock try to stir again from the lovely warmth of her body against mine. "I always want us to be like this, okay?"

"Always..."

I spotted movement well down the approaching trail and told Piper we should get moving. She led the way back towards where we'd started on the trail and I got to watch her gorgeous, sexy butt sway back and forth, the excitement in my mind filled with the knowledge that I'd just mated with my own daughter, the semen I'd left inside her hairless cunt incestuous and sticky and leaking into her panties.

- - -

We were both utterly exhausted when we got back to the hotel. Piper shed her clothes and started the shower. I spotted her crumpled panties and leggings, picking them up. She giggled when I brought them to my nose. "What's it smell like?"

"You," I told her, the scent of Piper's sweat and horny, immature cunt heavy in my nose, "and me. I smell my sperm on them a lot, see?" I showed my daughter the sticky, creamy, moist deposit which had slipped out of her little pussy in the hours since I'd ejaculated inside her on the mountain.

Piper looked closer, "Wow, that's a lot!"

It wasn't really all that much, honestly, but I wasn't about to correct her.

She leaned in and sniffed them, then smiled, "They smile kinda like you!"

I kissed her lips, "Yeah... and you, too. We smell pretty great when we make love together..."

"Uh-huh," Piper replied, then wrinkled her nose, "eww... I smell my butt!"

I grinned, "Yeah, me too."

"Gross..."

"Not really."

"Huh?" she said, cocking her head.

"Not gross to me..."

I'm not sure what she thought beyond her choice of words because she just looked at me a moment, then shook her head, saying with a smile, "You're weird," before stepping into the steamy shower, me right behind her, my legs thick and feeling like dead weight.

We curled up in bed a short time later, kissing and cuddling, too exhausted to do anything more intimate, but neither of us was complaining at all. "Well... this has been a pretty crazy few days, huh?" I asked.

Piper pursed her lips, her face just a couple of inches from mine, "Yeah... like, really crazy!"

"At least we know your mom's okay, and... and now we know the truth about your father, too."

She smiled so beautifully at that thought I damn near cried. I felt overwhelmed by her love. "It's the neatest thing ever that you're my Daddy. I'm so happy!"

We kissed a bit, her warm little tongue swirling slowly with mine. "And I think you are the neatest daughter ever, too... I still can't believe you're really mine... in so many ways..."

"Mmm..." Piper purred as she settled her head onto my chest. "I've never been this happy, Daddy... never ever."

"Me either, Piper," I told my daughter as we both started to relax and doze, "I love you so much."

Patrick, Male, 25

	- Narrator, professional photographer, father of Piper

	- 5'9, beige skin, 160lbs, muted-brown bangs

Piper, Female, 11

	- Child model, apprentice photographer, daughter of Veronica and Patrick

	- 4'8, tanned beige skin, 90lbs, blue-green eyes, straight raven-black hair

Veronica Oliver, Female, 27

	- Mother of Piper, former high school girlfriend of Patrick

	- 5'8, pale beige skin, 140lbs, blue-green eyes, straight raven-black hair