Perverts 'R' Us
My Daughter, My Wife (Part I)
By Tristan ( M/g, cons, pedo )
"Happy birthday, my darling," I cooed into her ear. It was 7:00am on a Saturday. June 25th is Nikki's birthday. She turns 16 this year, the legal age of consent for South Carolina. Nikki and I have been intimate for over 8 years by now, and though everyone knows her as my daughter, she's more like my wife and lover.
At 16, her body is still slender and fairly well-developed as far as her breasts go. Her medium-length, dirty blonde hair is full and silky.
She opened her tired eyes and put her arms around me, pulling me close. We kissed and I felt her hand lightly reaching for my cock. "I have a surprise for you, birthday girl," I whispered.
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Nikki was my wife's sister's child. She was born in 1989 and had everything a child could want and that two independently wealthy parents could provide. Jack was the CEO of a large pharmaceuticals company and they had houses on Hilton Head, in Amsterdam, and Tuscany as well as condos in Bermuda, Aruba, New York, and Hawaii.
Nikki came to stay with Sandra and myself in Atlanta often. Jack and Jennifer traveled a lot, and Nikki was still too young to accompany them. Plus, she loved spending time with us. In May 1994, Jack and Jen went to stay at their condo in Bermuda. They flew into Atlanta on their private jet and I picked Nikki up at the airport.
She was such a bright, lively child and I knew even then that my feelings for her went beyond the normal "uncle" role, although I kept those feelings suppressed. She was staying with us for two weeks and I was going to enjoy what I could: watching her in her cute little bathing suit by our pool, sneaking a peak at her changing, bathing her at night.
The first night after bathing her, I got her dressed in some fresh panties and helped her into her pretty little cotton nightie. I tucked her in bed, kissed her good night, and took her dirty clothes to the hamper. Her panties were on top and I looked at them for a long time. Finally, I picked them up and put the crotch of the panties to my nose and inhaled deeply. The light smell of her pee instantly gave me a hard on.
At the end of the two weeks, we were sad to see her go. "Tristan," Sandra said, "I don't know if I can bear to see her go." Sandra knew I felt the same. Then just as we were preparing to leave that morning, we got the call.
A chill went down my spine when I answered and it was an FAA official. He said that they had lost contact with Jack's plane about an hour ago while it was still over the Atlantic and no contact had been made since. They told me that they would notify us when they got any information.
Sandra was crying. She and Jen were very close. We all were close. Jack's wealth allowed him to be very generous. Regardless though, he was very kind anyway. We didn't tell Nikki anything except that she was probably going to spend more time with us. She was glad, but understandably sad at not seeing her parents after two weeks like she thought she would.
At noon, the call we dreaded came and the FAA official told us that wreckage had been sighted and recovered. It was their plane. They found the bodies several hours later.
Now we had to tell Nikki. We had to do a lot of things. Jack only had his elderly mother, who was in assisted living. Sandra is Jen's only sister. We would adopt Nikki as our own. We didn't have any children of our own, so Nikki was sort of the child we could never have ever since she was born. She always called us her "other Mommy and Daddy."
Following the inquest, the wills were read at the Atlanta offices of Phillips, Garcia, and Roberts. Jack left the bulk of his estate to Nikki with provisions for the care of his mother and a generous bequest to Sandra and me of $10 million. I was already reasonably well off with a 6-figure salary with Coca-Cola, but this kind of money was beyond my comprehension. He also left us the condo in Aruba since we had spent so much time there with them. It was such a thoughtful gesture; all we could do was cry.
A few last provisions - I was to be the executor of the estate and also the trustee of Nikki's inheritance. She would inherit the estate after finishing college (which he also specified must be Ivy League). Until then, it was my duty to oversee the investments and the properties to the best of my ability. Lastly, he specified that Nikki was to go to us. The sobbing was uncontrollable.
I quit my job at Coke to concentrate full-time on handling the estate, the adoption, and the trust. With the legal help that comes with multimillion-dollar inheritance and the backing of the will, the adoption was cleared within a week. The estate took almost a year to complete. In the end, I was in control of a trust of properties and investments worth approximately $3.2 billion.
Despite our happiness with having Nikki, it was a sad time. In the fall, school started and Nikki was attending an exclusive private school in Atlanta, the Westminster School, and seemed to be adjusting well. She still cried, but it was getting less and less frequent. My grief stayed, but I was so busy with the trust that I seemed to work out of it faster than Sandra.
Sandra was so devastated. She missed her sister and brother-in-law and it hurt me so to see her like that. She started drinking heavily to numb the pain, but as usual it just made the next day worse. By November, she hit rock bottom and decided to seek help. During the Thanksgiving break at Westminster, we took Sandra out to the Betty Ford Clinic.
She stayed there for 6 months while Nikki and I stayed in Atlanta. We talked often and she seemed so much better. In fact she was. When it came time for her to leave, Nikki and I went to California to bring her home. When we got there, Nikki went to the playground and Sandra and I walked out onto the lawn.
Sandra said, "Tristan. I love you. But what I'm going to say is going to hurt you. But I didn't want to say it over the phone." She told me she wasn't coming home. She still loved me, but she needed to be separated, at least for now. She told me she wanted her share of the inheritance and she was going to move to San Francisco until she could get her head on straight.
I was devastated and begged her not to do this. I missed her so much. We were both crying but she said it was no use. She couldn't go home. I told her we could all move to California, that Nikki missed her too, but Sandra said no. It was then she told me the whole truth. She had met another woman, she was in love, she was moving in with her.
I sat there, dumbfounded. Sandra said Nikki should stay with me. She would be in touch, if I still wanted her to. I told her in no uncertain language that I loved her, that I would always love her and that she would be welcomed home any time, with or without her girlfriend. With that, she kissed me on the cheek, turned and walked away.
I collapsed on the lawn of the clinic and wept. When Nikki saw me, she ran over and threw her arms around me. "Daddy, why are you crying?"
I held her tightly and rocked back and forth. Then it hit me. It was the first time she ever called me Daddy! I held her away from me and looked deeply into her tear-streaked eyes and started laughing and crying at the same time. Despite my grief, I was joyful for one thing. Nikki.
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Two years passed and Nikki and I were doing well. She was excelling at school and I was busy with the trust. The value of the trust was increasing. I had a lot of good advisors and we had a good mix of investments. I was tempted to put more in tech stocks since they were doing so well, but the advisors explained that I had to keep diversified. We invested in real estate, stocks and bonds. We got in on the ground floor of a lot of IPO's. Some failed miserably, but the ones that made it generally showed great returns. We also had investments in coins and art works. Many of the huge Japanese super-investors of the 80's were selling things well below market. Only a few people could afford some of these things. Nikki's trust could.
Sandra stayed in touch. She and Rebecca owned a house in Pacific Heights and Nikki and I visited sometimes on the holidays. It was good to hear her voice, to see her, to kiss her, but it reminded me of how starved I was for her touch.
I decided that in June, Nikki and I would leave right after school recessed for the summer and spend some time in Aruba. All the other properties were being rented. Recess began June 7th and we flew down to Aruba that evening. When we arrived in Oranjestad, it was very warm but, as usual, very breezy. Unlike other islands in the Caribbean, since Aruba is so close to the Equator, it never gets hurricanes. The people are incredibly nice and it is very safe, despite the recent tragedy.
Our condominium is right on the beach on the upper part of the island. It's a small complex of about 15 rooms and each one is as elegant and spacious as the next. Ours is the largest and has two levels. The first level has a sauna and shower room, a kitchen/breakfast area, living room with a 52-inch plasma screen, a game room with a billiards table, and a private patio area with a hot tub and a barbecue. The front of the first level opens out into the private pool area, where many of the women and children go topless (well, Aruba is Dutch, you know).
The second floor has three bedrooms. Two bedrooms share a bathroom. The master bedroom looks out over the ocean. It has its own private patio that is partially shaded by some large palms. The large bed in the master bedroom is beneath a tremendous skylight that has screens that activate during the sunny days and retract in the evening. The master bath is incredible. The spa tub is large enough for 4 adults. The shower is a large, open affair with several nozzles at several levels.
The entire condo is tastefully decorated with Arubian and Dutch antiques. The billiards table was once owned by the governor of the island. There were several nice works of art in each room, including paintings, sculpture, and vases.
When we arrived, it was time for dinner. We unpacked and decided to eat in the restaurant in the condominium center. It's a five-star restaurant and the head-chef attended Cordon Bleu.
I showered and got dressed. I usually like to wear khaki slacks in the evening with a pressed button-down shirt and a light poplin jacket. Everything is very casual in Aruba, but I don't wear shorts after 7pm. Jackets aren't required in the restaurant, but most men wear them, although ties are seldom seen. I had on my tasseled loafers, but no socks.
I got a Balashi out of the refrigerator and opened it up. The Arubians sure make a fine little beer. Nice and light. Nikki came down the stairs. She was beautiful. Just a week away from 7 years of age, and it was already clear she would be a heartbreaker. She was wearing a short skirt that hugged her little ass and a light blouse with the collar pulled up in the back. Her hair was teased and she had a little makeup on: some eyeliner and a touch of gloss on her pouty little lips.
As she got to the bottom of the stairs, she did a little twirl and asked, "How do I look?"
"Beautiful, darling. Absolutely beautiful." She ran to me and threw her arms around me.
"I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, Pumpkin. More than anything."
We had an enjoyable dinner. The restaurant only had one other family that night. It was a Dutch family with three young girls, ages 11, 8, and 3. All were blonde and blue-eyed except the mother, who had striking green eyes. We had met several times before and before we sat down we stopped over to say "hi." They had been there for a week already and everyone was nicely tanned.
Dinner was exceptional. I had sea bass with lemon-olive orzo, and a splendid glass of sauvignon blanc. Nikki had a hamburger and fries. No ordinary hamburger, though. These are possibly the best I've ever had, and I've had them for dinner once or twice, too.
We walked out to the pool area, holding hands. The moon was in its first quarter and the sky was clear. The night air in Aruba always cools off nicely and I put my jacket around Nikki's shoulders. We kicked off our shoes and soaked our toes in the water and just watched the stars as we sat on the edge of the pool.
At some point, we looked at each other. Our love for each other was limitless. We looked into one another's eyes for several minutes, saying nothing and then I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips lightly. She responded by placing her hand on my thigh. To my surprise, my penis responded to her touch and I could do nothing about it. Nikki just looked at the rising bulge in my pants, but said nothing and rested her head back on my chest.
We walked back to the condo and got dressed for bed. I had on my cotton pajamas and called to see if Nikki wanted to come on my patio for a while. She came in wearing her little cotton nightie that I bought for her before we left. She did another twirl and said, "Thanks, Daddy! It's beautiful!"
"Only because you're wearing it, sweetie. Shall we call Mommy and Rebecca? It's still only 6 o'clock in San Francisco."
So I called Sandra. She and I talked for a few minutes. I told her about Aruba, told her that she and Rebecca should come down, told her I missed her. I choked back the tears as best I could, but they welled a bit in my eyes. Nikki came and put her arms around me.
I said goodbye to Sandra and she and Nikki talked for about half an hour. While they chatted, Nikki pulled her legs up and I could see the crotch of her little panties. My erection sprang anew and the cotton pajama bottoms hid it even less than the khakis did earlier. Nikki pointed and laughed. I motioned for her to keep quiet about it. "Shhhhh." I smiled and felt less embarrassed to have an erection in front of my adopted daughter.
I went to lay down while Nikki finished with Sandra. I got under the sheets and started rubbing my cock. I would jack off when she went to bed.
Nikki hung up and came running to the bed and leapt on me. My erection hit her right in her side. "Why is your pee-pee so hard?"
"Well, honey, Daddy's penis gets hard when he sees a pretty woman, like Mommy, like you."
"Like Rebecca?" Yes. I had to admit. Rebecca was beautiful too.
"Can I see it?"
Now I my mind was spinning. I had often fantasized about Nikki touching me, especially the last few years. I pulled down the covers revealing my 7-inch erection. Nikki looked at me and went to touch it out of curiosity. My cock jumped and she squealed.
I had already explained about sex to her and she knew that I used to put my penis into Sandra. She knew it was because I loved Sandra that we did this.
"Daddy. You said that you and Mommy did things with your pee-pee because you loved her. I know you miss her. Please let me play too. I love you too."
I told her that I loved her. And I couldn't tell her "no." I was being consumed with love for this child, with lust for her young, nubile body.
I guided her and she started to rub my cock slowly. I told her to lick it and obediently she complied. My arousal was about to peak as she slid her lips over the head of my phallus. I pulled her head back and I shot my cum. It arced over her head, and landed in her hair and her face. She was astonished, to say the least. Instinctually, she licked some of the cum that fell on her lips.
"Wow, Daddy. That's your sperm, right?" I nodded. "It tastes funny!"
"You don't like it?"
"No, it's not that, it just tastes funny." She was now scraping it with her fingers from her forehead and her chin into her mouth.
"That's it, baby. Eat Daddy's cum. He likes when you do that."
"Mmmmmmmm…I think I like it!"
"Now let's see you, baby. Take off your nightie."
Nikki sat up. Her face still glistening with my cum. Her hair streaked with it. She pulled her nightie over her head exposing her flat chest. She kicked her legs out and wriggled out of her panties. Her little slit was there now waiting for me to do as I pleased. She crawled over to me. I kissed her lightly on the lips, tasting my cum. My tongue probed into her mouth and she met it with hers.
"You're still too small for my penis, but we can do other things, OK?" She nodded. I put her on her back and started kissing her nipples. Lower and lower I went, to her belly, her pubis, her slit. Her legs spread and she arched her back to meet my tongue. I told her to pull her legs up by her knees. When she did, I saw her pretty little asshole inches from my face. I licked her from her asshole to her little-girl-clit and back again. She whimpered with delight. My tongue flicked into her little slit. After a few short moments, she lightly cried and shook with her first orgasm.
I was hard again, but Nikki was nearly unconscious. So I started jacking off. I knelt above my child and stroked my cock. She looked at me and smiled. "Please, Daddy. Give me more."
"You want some more of my cum, baby?"
"Yes…please," she begged.
She spread her legs and started fingering herself as I stroked myself harder and harder. As she whimpered and started approaching her second orgasm, I came and covered her face again with my cum. She gobbled up everything she could. She took some and rubbed it onto her clit. Her back arched and she came even harder than the first time.
We fell asleep in each other's arms. The smell of sex wafting through the air mingled with the sea salt on the breeze.