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   WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual activity between men and
women, or women and women.  Some of the participants in the story may be
under the age of 18.  If you are too young to read about sex please do not
read this.  The law says you teens should remain in ignorance of the thing
you think about the most.



   Memories





   "Do you think of Mom when you touch me, Daddy?" Sara asked.



   "No, why do you ask?"



   "Because sometimes, you get this far off look in your eyes," she said.



   Mike smiled, "I do sometimes think of your mother when I look at you,
when I hear your voice sometimes.  You look so much like your mother when
she was seventeen," Mike said.  `Except for those awful blonde streaks that
all the girls seem to be wearing,' Mike thought.  But otherwise, Sara was
so like her mother, the wide round face that lit up when she smiled.  The
only difference was that Sara wore her hair short while Hailey had always
worn hers long and straight.  Mike could almost superimpose the two images
in his mind.



   "But not when you touch me?" Sara asked.



   "No," Mike said with some force.



   Sara smiled.  "Daddy, I want you to close your eyes." Mike smiled and
complied.  His daughter was everything to him now.



   Hailey, her mother, had died in childbirth, some genetic thing caused
complications and the doctors simply couldn't save her.  Mike had never
understood what the Doctor had said; only that she was gone.  She had been
his high school sweetheart, the only girlfriend he had ever had, the only
woman he had loved, the only woman he had ever kissed in passion.  They had
married straight after school and she was pregnant a few months later. 
Seventeen years later, she was still the only woman he had ever loved, the
only woman he had ever had sex with.



   He was really a bit of a mess, never giving of himself, except to his
daughter.  Many people had tried to set him up with various women but he
could not open himself.  He was still in love with Hailey.  Even Sara had
tried to get him to date, setting him up with the mother of her friend.  He
had gone along as far as dinner but that was as far as he was comfortable.
Samantha's mom, Cathy, had realized that Mike had locked away his emotions
and wouldn't let them out.  She declined further attempts by Sara to
arrange dates.  She had told Sara that her father would never be ready
because he couldn't let go of her mother.  Some people were just like that,
she explained.



   Sara was ready to try anything to break through her dad's reserve.  He
needed a woman and she was going to do whatever it took...



   "Promise to keep your eyes closed no matter what.  Do you promise?"



   Mike smiled.  "Yes, I promise."



   Sara smiled.  "Okay, Daddy, I want you to think of Mom, see her, picture
her.  In high school, when you were becoming..." she almost said lovers. 
"...a couple."



   Mike was faintly uncomfortable hearing his daughter talk this way.  He
was still locked emotionally in that time years ago.  In reality, he had
never left it.  When he closed his eyes, he was back there.



   "You are there with Hailey.  You can see her.  You can touch her," Sara
said quietly.  Sara lowered her voice a little, to the one that Mike had
told her sounded so like her mother's.  "Mike..."



   Mike jumped, "Hailey?"



   "Yes," Sara/Hailey said.  "Do you still love me?"



   "Oh yes, Hailey I miss you so much," Mike said.



   Sara kept her voice pitched just lower than her normal tone.  "I love
this game, baby.  Keep your eyes closed.  Promise me."



   "I promise," Mike said.  Mike was lost in memory.  It was his beloved
Hailey.  She was as real as the last time he had talked with her.



   "Do you remember our first time?" Sara/Hailey asked.



   "Yes.  The den of your parents' house.  They were gone for the day.  It
was right before Christmas of our senior year.  We had been going together
for exactly one year, our anniversary."



   Sara was a little shocked.  Her parents' first time had been in the den
of her grandparents' house?  And they weren't married yet?  But it was
their first anniversary of going together.  Sara thought that was touching.
"I remember too.  Give me your hands."



   Mike put his hands out.  Sara took them, kissing his palms.  Then, she
pulled Mike to his feet and led him to the middle of the room, pulling him
down onto the soft rug.  "Mike.  Keep your eyes closed like you promised,
until I say you can open them."



   "Yes," he said breathlessly, once again seventeen, once again with his
beloved Hailey, once again in the only time he ever really lived in.



   Their lips met, a soft brush of lips that set Mike's whole body on edge.
Their Anniversary.  Hailey had been hinting that she was ready.  Her
parents were gone for the day.  They were alone and now she had kissed him.
He felt like he would explode from the pressure, from his dreams the last
few nights when he had furiously beat off in order to fall asleep, three
times last night before he could fall into a restless slumber.



   Sara was surprised that the kiss affected her as it did.  It was just a
kiss.  Her body was electric after the kiss.  Already she felt desire
building deep in her loins.  It wasn't supposed to be like this.  She was
just helping her father...



   Their lips met again as Mike pulled Hailey/Sara to him.  This time,
their lips molded and his tongue sought hers.  He remembered her wide soft
lips, oh, how they felt so good.  Sara moaned as they kissed; the passion
of her father's kiss was overwhelming.  Her loins were flooded with desire.
She knew she had to stop or she wouldn't be able to stop.  She had only
wanted to shock him, bring him back from the past.  Instead she found
herself being pulled to...  where?



   Another kiss.  Mike's hands found her soft breasts.  Hailey always loved
it when his hands fondled her breasts just like this, circling and teasing.
Hailey had been self-conscious about her breasts.  She thought them too
small, but for Mike, they were perfect, a perfect handful.



   Sara moaned.  Oh God.  His hands were making her crazy, like she had
never felt before.  Her nipples sprang up, sensitive, absorbing pleasure,
which was transmitted straight to her loins.



   Mike just knew it was today that he and Hailey would be joined.  The
past week, she would only let him kiss her and maybe a quick touch of her
breasts.  During the last six months they had progressed from kissing, to
heavy petting, to oral sex.  For the past month they had given each other
orgasms every time they had been able, until this last week.  He knew she
was saving it for their anniversary.  His cock was nearly exploding in
anticipation.  They were to give each other the gift of their virginity.



   Sara couldn't believe how quickly she was losing control.  His hands
were doing things to her no one had ever done before.



   `Stop,' her mind cried.



   `More,' her body answered.



   Sara had planned to get her father back with Hailey, then have him open
his eyes, shocking him into the present.  But things weren't going as she
planned.  A hand slid under her top, cupping her breast.  The heat of his
hand on her skin burned into her mind as electric shocks traveled from
nipple to loins.  "Mike," she moaned in a low voice.



   "I love you, Hailey," he said as his mouth sought her other tit.



   Sara was lost when she felt his lips surround her nipple and lick, suck,
and tease.  She no longer wanted him to stop.  "Yes," she moaned in that
voice.



   Mike knew what his beloved had just said.  It was the eternal yes, the
yes of a woman who wants her man to take possession of her.  His hand swept
down and found the button of her shorts, quickly undoing it.  They had
become experts over the past months at quickly undressing each other before
falling into the back seat of his rattletrap car.  Neither wanted to waste
time since their curfew was so early.  Mike stripped off her shorts and
panties, whisking them away while keeping his mouth glued to her hard
nipple.



   Sara felt her clothes being stripped away.  In the back of her mind
there was a voice yelling at her, but it was lost in the noise of her mind
crying out in pleasure.



   Mike tossed off his shirt, then pants, only breaking contact with
Hailey's/Sara's breasts for the shortest possible interval.  He fell
between her legs.  It was going to happen.  They were going to go all the
way, his mind exulted.  He followed his nose to her loins, loving her
scent, the scent of a woman.  His tongue lanced out and found her center.



   Sara had never before experienced a man's tongue touching her pussy. 
She thought she had felt electricity before.  Now, lightning bolts burst
from her loins as Mike's experienced tongue and lips made love to her,
first running up her pussy, then circling her clitoris before he sucked her
button into his mouth and lashed her with his tongue.  Incoherent sounds
burst from her lips as her hips bucked and twisted under the assault.



   Mike knew Hailey was close to cumming having given her so many these
past few months.  This time would be different.  He rose up and moved over
her, his cock finding her pussy.  He moved it up and down, wetting his cock
with the combined juices.  The head of his cock found her opening and
burrowed in, her lips flowering open around his cock.



   Sara felt a cock touching her most private place for the first time. 
The voice in her mind screamed at her to stop as his cock ran over her
sensitive clitoris.  The burst of pleasure coursed into her body and mind,
once again drowning out the voice.  She felt the shaft find her center and
start into her.  It was so big...



   Mike pushed again; felt resistance, then the head of his cock opened her
passage and buried itself in her body.



   Sara's whole being was between her legs, feeling for the first time a
man taking her, making her a woman.  She felt him pause, then felt the
thrust and the tearing as she surrendered her virginity and became a woman.
Her arms went round Mike as she pulled him to her, wanting to be taken
fully, to feel him entirely inside her.



   Mike paused, afraid he had hurt Hailey.  He felt her arms go round him
and pull, her fingers digging into his back as her hips lunged up at him.
In primal heat he answered and his hips drove his cock into his love until
he was buried in Hailey.  They had finally joined completely as man and
woman.  He began fucking into the girl beneath him.



   `Sex,' Sara's mind screamed at her.



   Her body answered, `pleasure.'



   As Mike thrust into her repeatedly, the somatic drive won.  Sara was
twisting and thrusting her hips up at her father.



   "I love you," Mike said to Hailey as he fucked his love, his life's
mate. Mike knew they would get married now as soon as they graduated.  He
would have Hailey with him forever.  She would be his only lover, forever.
These were the same promises he had made to her seventeen years ago as they
made love.  They came bubbling up from his unconscious mind.  In the
totality of his love for Hailey, his body responded by trying to make a
child.  His cum erupted, speeding down his cock and into the girl below
him.



   Sara felt the pulse and the wetness.  A man was cumming in her.  It
pushed her into her own climax.  "Yes!" she screamed.  "Yes, yes, yes," in
rhythm with her own climax.



   Mike was drained as he spent the last of his cum.  He fell on
Hailey/Sara.  "I love you."



   "I love you," Sara responded.



   The voice...  something was wrong with the voice.  Mike opened his eyes
and saw the blonde streaks.  He was stunned.  It wasn't Hailey.  It was his
daughter.  He lay for a moment unable to comprehend, his mind uttering over
and over, `What?  What?  What?'



   Sara's eyes opened, full of love and contentment.  She had never planned
for this, but now that it happened, she was overwhelmed with the pleasure
and love she felt for her father.  She was glad her plan had miscarried the
way it had.



   "Sara?" Mike's voice finally worked.



   "No, it was Hailey," she said.



   "What?" Mike asked.  He shook his head and rolled to the side.  It was
his daughter there, not Hailey, though they looked so alike he almost could
have thought it was Hailey.  He saw her nakedness.  Her pussy was wet with
their cum and her saw a trace of red.  He had stolen his daughter's
virginity.  Shame welled up from deep within.  "What have I done?" Tears
started.



   Sara grabbed her father as he started sobbing.  She rocked him in her
arms, her father, her lover, like he was a baby.  "It's all right," she
cooed in his ear over and over letting him cry out his emotions.



   "But it was Hailey," he cried.



   Sara gentled him, holding him in her arms.  "Yes, yes it was," she said.



   When he had cried himself out, he looked at his daughter.  "I don't
understand."



   "I'm sorry, Daddy.  I didn't mean for it to go this far.  I just wanted
to break you out of your memories.  You were living in the past.  That's
what Samantha's mom said.  I wanted you to think I was mom and she was here
in this time so maybe you would come back."



   "But, the sex..." he stumbled over the word.



   Sara blushed.  "I didn't think it would go that far.  I mean, I thought
we might kiss once or something.  But when you kissed me, I don't know,
something happened inside me.  Then you touched me.  It was like you knew
exactly how to touch me, and pretty soon it was feeling so good I didn't
want it to stop.  And then, well, it didn't stop and I loved it.  I'm sorry
for tricking you like that.  I just didn't know it would be so... 
overpowering."



   Mike's mind was working his way through the whole thing.  Sara must be
like her mother, he reasoned, so that when he did things to Hailey,
correction, when he thought he was doing things he knew Hailey loved, Sara
responded just like her mother.  Then he remembered the promises that had
welled up.  "Oh my God."



   "What?" Sara asked anxiously.



   "I just remember the promises I made when your mother and I..." he
looked embarrassed.  "Well, I guess I can say it now, when we made love the
first time.  I promised your mom I would be with her forever and that she
would be my only lover, forever."



   "Do you think that's why..." Sara started but stopped when Mike turned
to her, his eyes bright.



   "My God," he said.  As he looked into his mind, the promises were
released and the anchor that held him emotionally in the past was cut
loose. He came fully into the present, leaving Hailey to the past,
remembered, but in memory where the past belongs.  It was as if a fog was
lifting from his mind.  The past seventeen years Mike realized he had been
trapped in those promises without knowing it.  He had missed so much of
life.



   He looked at Sara, naked, and his emotions jumbled up.  Shame that he
had done this to his lovely daughter; pride that she had the will, love,
and insight to free him; joy that he was free of the dead past.  "Sara,
what you did was the greatest thing anyone has ever done for me." Her smile
was like a lighthouse beaming through the fog.  "But, what I did to you was
the most despicable thing that I have ever done." His head dropped.



   Her hands came to his face, softly lifting his head until their eyes
met. "Mike," she said in Hailey's voice.  He jerked erect and looked
intensely at Sara.  "You did it with Hailey.  I was there.  I witnessed
it." He looked down at the evidence of Sara's molestation.  She pulled his
face back up.  "You made love to Hailey." She kissed him as a daughter.  "I
love you, Daddy and I want you to think of this as a present I could give
you.  I never expected it would go this far.  I'm not sorry it happened. 
It brought you back to me and back to the present.  Promise me you will
never regret coming back to me, and what that means."



   Mike looked at his daughter, prouder than he ever thought he could be.
Tears welled in his eyes.



   Sara misunderstood.  "Don't cry.  Promise me."



   He wiped his eyes.  "No, it's okay.  I'm crying because I am so damn
proud of you.  Can you really forgive me?"



   "There's nothing to forgive, and nothing to forget.  I don't want to
forget and I don't want you to forget.  This was a special moment for me
and for you.  We never have to speak of it again, if that's what you want,
but I don't want us to forget.  This is when we really became father and
daughter again," she said.



   He wiped his eyes to clear them.  "All right.  Thank you for rescuing me
when I didn't even know I needed rescue."



   Sara leaned in and they hugged, a father and daughter who loved each
other and knew how special they were to each other.



   *****



   The next few days were strange for Mike.  Nothing was said about the
incident, which is how he started thinking of it.  It was so much better
than the other words which popped into his mind.  At the same time, as the
fog lifted from him he began to realize how messed up he had been, how much
of life he had missed.  He concluded that he had been depressed for the
past seventeen years.  He knew it because he no longer was; and the
difference was astonishing.  The world was brighter.  Colors were more
intense.  Sounds were more distinct.  Life was better.  His job was more
interesting.  The only niggling problem was Sara.  He hoped she could truly
forgive him and let the incident fade into memory.  He also hoped it hadn't
harmed her.  After all, incest always harmed the people involved, didn't
it?



   The next few days were also strange for Sara, but for completely
different reasons.  That first night she had fallen asleep dreaming of
love. She felt whole and loved.  She snuggled into her sheets and held her
pillow against her breasts.  She was light and the whole world glowed.



   The next day, Sara looked at her father in an entirely new way.  She saw
that he seemed happier and smiled all of the time.  And she too, felt
happier than she ever had.  It was because of him.  Slowly, she came to
realize that she loved him, in a different way than she had before.  Incest
is wrong when one person uses their power in a relationship to coerce or
force the other.  When it is mutual and loving, when no one is harmed, is
it wrong then?  Sara thought about this over and over and came to believe
that as long as she and her father wanted to, there wouldn't be anything
wrong.



   In the back of her mind, alarms went off.  It hadn't been what she had
planned; it hadn't been what she intended.  It was contrary to everything
she had been taught about what society accepted in behavior.  None of that
mattered anymore than Juliet the Capulet cared that Romeo was a Montague.
For the same reason, she had fallen in love, romantic sexual passionate
physical emotional love.  She could no more deny that love than she could
deny her very soul.  It took her several days to reconcile these inner
emotions with social mores.  Her desires were so outside normal that Sara
had a hard time acknowledging to herself that it was true.  But it was, and
she did.



   *****



   It was the Friday after the incident.  Normally, Sara would have gone
out with her friends.  She had declined all offers and was staying home
with her dad.  They decided to watch a movie together after dinner.



   Over dinner Mike broached a subject.  "Sara, I've been thinking." She
looked up at the serious tone in his voice.  He continued, "I mean, I know
you tried to get me to date in the past and I never wanted to.  I've been
thinking that maybe I should date again." He looked at Sara.



   It's funny how quickly life can change.  Four days before Sara was
willing to do anything to get her dad to date.  Now...  "Um, have you
thought about who?" she asked.



   "I was thinking maybe I'd ask Samantha's mom out again.  I actually did
have a fun time, well, as much as I allowed myself to.  I think I owe Cathy
a return engagement where I do try to have a fun time," he said.



   Sara was crushed.  She loved her father.  She no longer wanted him to
date.  She wanted him as her own.  But he was thinking of dating another
woman.  Her emotions swirled until she felt physically dizzy.  "I think I'm
not feeling all that good, Daddy.  I'm going to bed." Sara rushed out of
the room.



   Mike was stunned.  He knew something had just happened but he had no
idea what.  How many men have found themselves in exactly this position,
helpless, trying to understand women?  He brooded on whether this was a
typical teen emotional swing or was it somehow caused by the incident?  In
the past few days, so much had come alive for Mike.  Now, he feared he
would lose it all if he had somehow lost his daughter through his actions.
He had to do whatever it took to make sure he didn't lose Sara the way he
had lost Hailey.



   Determined, he readied himself and went to her room.  He paused, and
heard sobs inside.  Knocking, he said, "Sara, please open the door."



   "No, Daddy.  Not right now."



   "Sara, please.  Right now!  I have to talk with you now," he pleaded.



   There was a pause, then the door opened.  Sara was a sight: eyes red and
puffy, tears and mascara stained cheeks, and a sad moue.



   Mike took her into his arms and Sara melted against him.  "It's going to
be alright baby girl.  I promise."



   "But you said..." Sara cried out.



   "I said what?" he asked.  No answer.  He held her shoulders and made her
look up at him.  "I said what?" he asked in the gentlest voice.



   "That you wanted to date," Sara blurted out.



   Mike was puzzled.  "But, honey, you said you wanted me to.  That's
why... well, you know."



   Sara giggled at her father's reticence to say anything about the
`incident.' "You mean, why I seduced you?"



   He sighed, "Yes.  It was because you wanted me to date, wasn't it?"



   "Well, yes," Sara answered.



   "But not now?" he asked.  He saw confirmation in her eyes.  "Why?  What
changed?"



   He saw her struggle to say whatever it was but the words wouldn't come
out.  "Sara, after what happened we really don't have anything to hide from
each other.  I mean, we could lie on the floor and you could tell me in
your Hailey voice."



   "Daddy," Sara protested but she was also smiling.  "You're right.  I've
been thinking." she said twisting her hands together.  "About us, and what
happened." She looked up at Mike her face a mask of anxiety.  He nodded for
her to continue.  "Well, I thought about it a lot, and I decided that I
liked it.  And I think it would be okay if maybe we..."



   "Continued?" he finished for her.  She nodded.  "So, you thought a lot?"
again she nodded.  "And what about it being incest?  Don't you think that
I'm taking advantage of you?"



   "That's just it, I don't think you were taking advantage of me.  That's
what would have made it wrong.  But I took advantage of you if anyone did.
I mean, if we both agree and we both want to, and we don't have kids, then
I can't see that it would be bad," Sara finished.



   "So that's why when I mentioned dating..." She nodded.  "You do want me
to date, you just want it to be you." Sara blushed scarlet, but she nodded.
"I'll be damned," Mike said.



   "No, Daddy.  That's what I decided.  We wouldn't be damned.  We would be
sharing our love and that can't ever be wrong," she said.



   Mike thought for a few moments about what Sara was proposing.  Quickly
the practical part of his mind was picking out the flaws.  It wasn't the
social stigma but the matter-of-fact realities that drew his attention.



   "You know I could never marry you," he said.



   "Yeah, I guess you couldn't," she agreed.



   "And some day you are going to want children," he said.  "We just
couldn't."



   She nodded.



   "And we really couldn't actually date.  People in town know us.  If we
started acting romantic, well, there would be hell to pay," he said.



   Sara nodded glumly, starting to see the practical limits of living in a
society.  Freedom wasn't limitless.  "But I want to..." Sara blushed.



   Mike smiled, "Make love?"



   "Yes," she said vehemently.  "Why can't I say that?  I want to make love
with you.  It was the best thing I ever felt."



   "You can say it.  It was the second best thing to happen to me, after
your birth," he said.



   "Oh, Daddy," she said and launched herself into his arms.  Their lips
met.  For Sara this is what she wanted and she quickly switched from
daughter's kiss to lover's kiss, her lips parting and her tongue dashing
into her father's mouth.



   For Mike it took a moment to recognize the change, but he quickly felt
the desire alight in him.  He remembered all the years he had denied
himself the pleasures of sex.  It was equally obvious this is what Sara
wanted.  His tongue was already dancing with hers, his body responding even
before his mind caught up.  His cock was hardening.  He pulled back to see
the desire in Sara's face.  "I'd like to make love with you."



   Her face lit up, "Yes," she said.  She fell back onto her bed, pulling
Mike with her and they wound up in a heap in the middle of the bed
laughing. The laughter faded.  Sara looked at her father, the desire back.
"Please.  Make love to me."



   Mike lovingly kissed his daughter.  The kiss grew passionate, their
tongues piercing each other's mouths, touching, twisting, and intertwining
in a duel of lust.  He pulled back and quickly glanced around his
daughter's room, still filled with the trophies of her girlhood, pictures
and stuffed animals, lace and frills.  He looked back at her and saw in her
face the same lusty desire he had seen so many times in her mother's face,
the desire of a woman who needs to be taken by the man she loves.  "I love
you," he said.



   "I love you, Daddy," Sara said.  "Doesn't that sound deliciously
wicked?"



   Mike laughed, "Yes, so deliciously wicked I'm going to have to eat you
all up." He quickly bent down between her legs, grabbing her shorts and
ripped them off her along with her panties.  Sara screamed, laughing at the
sudden attack.  Mike grabbed her thighs, pushing them wide apart and
attacked her with his mouth.



   Sara giggled at first as his sudden attack on her tickled, his tongue
lashing at her pussy.  Quickly her giggles turned to moans.  Mike teased
and sucked at her clitoris as Sara's hips bounced, pushing her pussy
against his face.



   Mike pushed his pants off even as he lapped.  In a swift move, he raised
up, lined up, and thrust home, helped by the swampy wetland that was her
pussy.  Sara's eyes opened in surprise at being filled so quickly.  Mike
had started fucking her without pausing and the sudden intensity pushed her
close to her peak.  "Yes, yes, yes," she began to chant.



   Mike wasn't long behind her.  As her pussy clamped down on his cock he
felt the rumbles in his loins and the explosion of his cum into the girl
below him.  Sara felt the beautiful heat of her climax as he pounded into
her pussy, then the heat and wetness of his climax which gave her a second
smaller cum.



   They fell together, both breathing hard, on her bed, their hands softly
touching each other.  Sara was reveling in the feelings of satiation which
suffused her body.  She was thinking that sex was pretty fun.  No wonder
everyone wanted to do it all of the time.



   Mike too, was reveling in the lusty satisfaction of sex.  He smiled as
he petted the young woman whose pussy was wrapped around his slowly
subsiding cock.





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