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My Precious Amy By Frank D
This story took place about three years ago, and nothing has changed.
Amy is now seventeen and we're closer than ever...
Part I, The Overture.
At the time it all changed forever, Amy had only just turned fourteen
years old and was an incredibly beautiful young girl, absolutely
lovely in every way. She was and is everything to me, my precious
little daughter that I'd die for in a heartbeat. At fourteen she was
practically still a little girl, but a strong hint of womanhood had
undeniably begun to reveal itself within her, no matter how much I
tried to draw a blind eye to it. She was beginning to dress a bit
provocatively, as young teenage girls so daringly start do at this age
and only the month before had begun to wear makeup on a regular basis.
She was not quite five feet tall, with long, golden-blonde hair, dark
brown eyes, and a lean, tan little body that you could hardly take
your eyes from. Her mother, Karen, had died during childbirth and Amy
was all that I had left her, the only true love I'd ever known. She
was so much like her mother now, so energetic, so bright, so kind and
tender, so astonishingly beautiful. As a baby and all throughout her
childhood there was nothing so comforting for me, and for her too,
than holding her on my lap and stroking her beautiful hair as her head
rested softly on my shoulder. We were as close as any father and
daughter could be. We loved one another totally and completely.
On the day that our closeness grew exponentially, I had taken Amy
shopping for new school clothes. The summer months had flown by and I
was a bit sad knowing I wouldn't have her around during the coming
school days. As a freelance writer, I spent nearly all my time at
home and had grown accustomed to having her beauty and energy always
nearby. She loved to read and listen to her music on the large sofa
in my study, and would often be but a glance away from my computer as
I pounded-out yet another story or article.
As we got into our house carrying all the packages, she was ecstatic
with the thrill of her new purchases and darted up to her room to try
on her new outfits. It had been a particularly hot day, so I followed
her up to take a shower. Because we shared the same bathroom, each
having our own bedroom door to access it, I could hear her inside her
room opening the packages and gleaming private comments to herself on
what we had bought. God, I thought to myself, she is such a joy! I
felt so happy for her and the simple delight she was feeling for her
new clothes. Christ, I'd buy her the world if I could. I'd buy her
the universe!
After I showered and was drying myself off, Amy called through the
door for me to come out and see one of her new outfits. I put on my
briefs and robe and went in, never for an instant realizing what was
about to happen. When I opened her door my heart sank to somewhere it
had never been. There before me Amy stood, wearing a plaid miniskirt
and a white lace, short-sleeved blouse. She had put on her mother's
locket that I had just given her on her birthday and it was dangling
down upon her bare neckline. She had put on some makeup, mascara and
blush, and her lips were fully coated with a deep, pink lipstick.
With her hair simply flowing down over her shoulders, she was nothing
short of an angel. I had to swallow a couple of times before I could
speak.
"My God, honey, you look wonderful.... absolutely beautiful."
"Do you really like it," she asked, truly unsure of her appearance.
"Honey, no girl on the planet could possibly look as good. My God..."
"Thank you, Daddy," she said rushing up to me and giving me a big hug.
As she pulled away from our embrace, I could almost feel something
adjust in the air between us, a silent crackle that could just barely
be felt. As I started to wonder what had occurred, Amy leaned back
into me, locked her arms softly around my neck, and kissed me fully
and completely on my lips. We had, of course, kissed before, as all
fathers and daughters do, but this was a real kiss, a kiss that spoke
of an intimacy we had never known. As our lips parted, as I felt her
intoxicatingly fragrant lipstick peal slowly and audibly from my
mouth, I just stood there looking into her eyes. I didn't know what
to say, I was way beyond speechless.
"Daddy," she said, breaking a silence that seemed endless. "I love
you, I love you so very much. Please don't be mad, I have wanted to
kiss you like that for so long... so very long..."
"Mad? Honey, I...," but before I could get out another word she
pulled our lips together again and kissed me even more passionately
than before, firmly pulling the back of my head towards her and
uttering a barely audible moan. She then quietly pulled away from me
and, looking me straight into my eyes, began to do something that
defied reality. She began unbuttoning her blouse.
"Honey.... What is going on here?" I said, still completely in
shock.
"Daddy," she softly said. "I'm almost a woman now. Haven't you
noticed? I just want to.... I just want to be with you.... All day,
haven't you seen how I've been acting? Haven't you seen what's going
on inside me?"
"Honey, I don't know what you're talking about... I only know this
isn't right. I'm your father... We shouldn't be together like...,
well, like this..."
"Then stop me...," she said smiling in seeming confidence, although
she was obviously terrified at her own actions; I could clearly see
her hands trembling with each movement. And yet, almost as if defying
her own deepest fears of rejection, as if calling upon all the courage
she could muster inside herself, she continued to unbutton her blouse.
I didn't know what to do. I didn't know anything. As Amy continued
to undress herself before me, as the taste and feel of her lipstick
unrelentingly lingered upon my own lips, a truth began to unfold
within me, as if a ponderously slow bolt of lightning coming from
within some deep, unknown recess. I found myself entering a new world
of possibilities where.... was it possible?... where I wanted Amy,
wanted to hold her body... desperately wanted to have her lips
pressed back upon mine... Was this really possible? And yet, I
couldn't hold onto it. It was just too impossible, too insane, too...
wrong...? But still, I could hardly deny that these thoughts were
there, and they were beckoning to every part of my body, every part of
my soul.
As this newly discovered, not quite unleased desire began to take hold
of me, as the ramifications of our actions began to dissolve away, Amy
steadfastly continued her task and, before I could say another word,
pulled the blouse out from inside her skirt and let it drop slowly to
the floor, revealing a nakedness which unquestionably was the most
sensual and breathtaking vision I had ever seen. She had only just
begun to develop her breasts, which somehow only made the moment all
that much more erotic. Now my little Amy was fully there before me,
naked but for her little miniskirt, smiling straight into me eyes,
straight into my heart.
I was lost, completely without bearing. I could almost hear the world
screaming I should run away, should scold her, should do something,
anything! But I simply couldn't take my eyes off her.
Sensing the moment was hers, and with our eyes locked in some sort of
mutual trance of unexplored desires, Amy silently walked towards to
me, untied my robe and simply, effortlessly, pulled it from my body.
"Daddy, I know what people say," she whispered to me, "I know it's not
supposed to be right for fathers and daughters to love each other like
this, but that seems so crazy... so crazy... doesn't it? I love you
more than anyone, more than anything... I just want to be with you,"
she said once again, accenting the "with" with almost a tone of
desperation.
My silence spoke more than any words as our eyes remained locked
together. Lacking any sign of protest on my part, Amy pulled herself
to me again, wrapping her arms around me, pressing her little body to
mine, and began kissing me once more, deeply and so very fully, now
exploring her tongue with mine. I could both hear and feel her heart
pounding inside her naked chest. I was now in a nether world I'd
never imagined, detached from all that I knew or had believed in. I
found myself simply on fire for her. Letting go of any faint
misgivings that remained which told of any sense of societal rights or
wrongs, I kissed my little girl, kissed my little angel back with a
passion that now, finally, matched her own. We kissed and pressed
ourselves together like this for two or three minutes with my hands
desperately all over her, freely caressing her nakedness. We seemed
to be leaving the planet, cast into some world apart from all else.
When we finally parted, she silently lower herself onto her knees and
kissed my stomach just above my briefs. Again, I could feel her
lipstick peel from my body.
"Daddy...," she said, "Please let me do this... please don't say
anything... I've dreamed of this for so very long..."
I knew what she meant, but it all was so surprising I just couldn't
believe it was happening. I was about to say something, I haven't the
slightest idea what, when I felt my beautiful little daughter pull
down my briefs and free my near exploding cock. I could see her
looking at it with amazement for a moment or two, and then,
miraculously, she tenderly kissed its head. Then, quietly and so very
slowly, she began to take it into her mouth. Little by little, she
began to suck me in, pulling my cock deeper and deeper into her
precious little mouth. The sensation of her warm lips and mouth upon
the very summit of my desire almost brought me down to my knees as
well. I haven't the words to describe it all that I was feeling. All
I could do was hold my hands upon her exquisite, so very angelic
blonde hair, and allow her to take complete charge. She pulled
herself ever closer and closer to me, wrapping her arms tightly around
my legs until every inch I had was hers. I'm not huge, but I had a
problem believing my little girl would be able to take all I had. But
she did, over and over again, her lipstick sliding her lips so
effortlessly along their path. After a few moments of deep
exploration, she found her rhythm and began to give me a blow job that
surely must be reserved for the gods. As the moments passed, as an
excitement I had never known began to take its grip, I knew I was
moments away from losing it entirely.
"Honey," I finally said, "If you keep going I'm going to have an
orgasm... Do you know what that means?"
Amy slowly pulled herself free from her ventures and answered with a
giggle, "It means you're going to cum, Daddy!"
"You know about all that," I asked stupidly, knowing she surly must.
"I want you to cum, Daddy... But would you like to..., you know...
do it inside me," she asked timidly.
Again, of course, I knew what she meant. The tone of her voice left
little to my imagination. Still, how could this be happening??? I
just couldn't get over it. Inside myself I began running an internal
dialog that must have matched the most powerful computers in
existence. My little girl, my own daughter was telling me that not
only could I have her in the most intimate of ways, but that she was
desperate that I do just that. To every argument I could come up
with, I received back the same answer: Go for it, you blockhead! How
could it be wrong? I wanted her... she wanted me.... Where was the
problem???
Then, finally, as if slapped silly from an all-knowing, lascivious
god, I found myself jolted into the moment and tossed all reservations
to the wind. Love must surly win out, mustn't it? Of course, it had
too!
I reached down and pulled my little Amy up from her perch, took her
into my arms, and kissed those pink, luscious lips more passionately
than I have ever kissed anyone, pulling her body tightly to mine. As
we parted, as I looked straight into those gorgeous brown eyes of
hers, I began to ask the most intimate question any father could ever
ask of his child, "Do you really want to, honey. Do you really want
to... to..."
"Make love?" she finished for me with a faint, distant whisper.
"Yes, honey. Do you really want to make love?"
"Yes, Daddy," she said as if speaking from paradise itself. "I want
you to make love to me. I want to feel you inside me more than
anything... I don't think I could stand it if you say no. It's ok,
Daddy, really it is. Please make love to me. Please be my... my
lover...," she finished, saying this last word as if for the very
first time.
With those words I needed no other internal debate or dialog. I took
my precious little Amy and lifted her slight, tiny body up into my
arms and laid her softly onto her bed. I was now free from doubt,
free from guilt, free from any lingering, insane, self-imposed
denials.
I slowly unzipped the back of Amy's skirt and pulled it down off her
silky, exquisitely perfect legs. Her tiny pink panties were all that
remained, and they seemed to glistened back at me, demanding to be
removed. I surrender helplessly to the moment and pulled them slowly
down and away from her, revealing a nakedness which was completely and
unimaginably ethereal. Her body was simply perfect in every way
imaginable. Not near perfect, mind you, it WAS perfect. If
perfection had a name, surely it must be her's. How could this be
happening, I kept asking myself. How could such a reality actually be
happening??? How could such a blessed creature be there for me, my
own child so desperate for me? What had I ever done to deserve this?
As these question lingered inside me, never, of course, to be
answered, my precious Amy silently reached her arms up and pulled me
down along side her. Feeling her full, naked body against mine for
the first time was simply intoxicating, so far beyond anything I could
ever fully take in, I had to laugh to myself. It was just too much!
Her beauty, her untold preciousness was simply light-years beyond any
capacity I could ever fully realize, and I knew it. Nonetheless, we
continued our newfound affair and began to quietly kiss one another,
passionately caressing every inch of one another's body - her lips so
moist, so desperate for mine. As Amy tousled within my arms and
desires, everything else in the world lost all meaning. All societal
moralities simply faded into some laughable absurdity. This was our
time now, mine and Amy's. We no longer needed any rationalization or
third-party approval. Our love was all we required, and it had now
consumed us.
After time had lost all heading, after night and day lost all meaning,
after we had explored our newfound union to near delirium, Amy
demurely reached down and silently began to guide me towards her.
"Honey," I said, "This will probably hurt a bit. You're so young, so
small... and this is your first time... It is, isn't it?," I ended,
immediately realizing the absurdity of that question.
"Of course, Daddy. Of course it is, silly..." she giggled.
"So, you're sure about this..., honey? Absolutely sure?"
She didn't answer directly, but only pressed her lips to mine,
expending the last of her lipstick onto me, and smiled back deep into
my eyes as she pulled my body relentlessly towards her.
With her tender hand guiding me, I slowly began to enter her tiny
vagina. Her legs lifted up as I gained entry and tightly wrapped
themselves around mine. Little by little, bit by bit, I entered my
daughter's most private of worlds. Sensations raced through me
impossible for any other lover... her vaginal lips so embracing, so
longing for my touch. At first it seemed an impossible task - surely
there would be no way I could fully get inside her little body. But
with each tender thrust, I dove deeper and deep inside her. Her
tightness was daunting, yet enticing. As her hands remained upon me
begging me onward, our eyes remained locked together dismissing all
but our mutual lust and longings. When I felt myself reach her hymen,
I could hear her faint moans become strained.
"Honey," I said, stopping my advances immediately. "I'd die before
I'd ever hurt you... If you want me to stop..."
"Daddy, if you stop I'll never talk to you again!!!," she giggled in a
voice that now seemed far older than her years. "It's ok, Daddy.
Really. You're being so gentle, I know that... I'm ok... Just go
slow... But God, Daddy... Oh my God, Daddy... JUST DON'T STOP! I
have to feel you all the way inside me now..., I've HAVE to," she
finished, pulling my body ever closer towards her with those tiny
legs.
With my fears dismissed, I kissed her again and continued our
forbidden liaison. Over and over again I gently dove in and out of my
beloved little daughter, driving myself deeper and deeper into her
innocence with each new thrust. I have had my share of lovers in my
life, but never had anything been like this. Her vagina simply
consumed my passion with every new inch explored. Then, amazingly,
impossibly, I found myself completely inside my little angel. When
the moment arrived, when my pelvis fully met hers, Amy wrapped her
arms and legs tightly around my body and kissed me the singularly most
erotic kiss I'll ever know. Our bodies were now as one and we were
simply alive with one another. I began, finally, to now properly make
love to my child, slowly thrusting myself in and out of her, over and
over again, our momentum growing with each passing second.
"Oh, Daddy...," she cried, "I love you so much... It feels so... so
good...so goooood! Oh God, Daddy... Oh my God, Daddy... Thank
you!!!! I never knew it could feel this good... Oh, God Daddy... Oh
my God...!!!"
At the moment Amy rolled herself over on top of me, I must have had my
eyes closed for a few minutes, as the image that unfolded before me
will forever remain within my heart. I'll eternally remember opening
my eyes and seeing that first glimpse of my miraculous little girl, my
beautiful little Amy smiling down at me with her long, blonde hair
dangling over her shoulders, her body straddling me completely, her
perfect little body so utterly mine, with my cock so very deep inside
her. Unquestionably, this was the most erotic moment I'll ever know
or could ever imagine. In this new position now, Amy took control and
began to raise and lower herself down onto my cock, and with each new
thrust she let out a moan of pleasure that surly must be reserved
solely for a daughter's joy. Nothing, NOTHING I had ever experienced
could compare with what was happening. It was so much more than sex,
so much more than even sex with someone so young and lovely as Amy...
That she was my own daughter, my own flesh and blood, brought it all
to an inconceivably erotic, incestuous world I had never before
believed possible.
"Honey," I found myself finally saying, as if from a distance echo of
my prior existence, "It's about to happen....I'm going to... I'm
almost there...."
"Oh, Daddy... I want you to... I want it to happen... Oh, Daddy...
It's happening for me too. Oh my God, Daddy...," she cried back,
thrusting herself up and down upon me.
And then, from somewhere impervious to our understanding, a stillness
took hold of us. A moment was about to take place that needed to be
held onto for all time, and we both somehow knew it. Simultaneously,
we slowed our actions down to a near stop, Amy maintaining only a
faint rocking motion upon me. My climax was now as emanate as was
her's and we needed do nothing more. I looked up into her eyes
staring back so very deeply into mine and marveled at the
astonishingly gorgeous angel who was there for me, with me so entirely
and completely inside her, inside her perfect little body, there
before me, completely mine... I just couldn't believe how gorgeous
she was, her hair, her exquisite face, her lips, her eyes, her
incredibly perfect little body... My glorious little daughter so
alive and so on fire for me. It was a moment for the angels...
Amy smiled down at me, completely understanding my ecstasy as no one
else but a daughter ever could, and lowered her lips to mine. She
kissed me deeply once again and sweetly whispered into my ear: "I love
you Daddy, I love you more than anything..." Then without a sound,
she raised herself up into full view and gently settled herself fully
back down upon my cock as if saying, in effect, the time had come.
And then heaven imploded. With Amy so gently rocking herself upon me,
and with the moment forever locked into own private eternity, our
efforts were rewarded. Neither of us removed our eyes from one
another for an instant as our orgasms began to consume our being, our
world. It was so incredibly slow in coming, like a long unseen train
finally coming to station - long, powerful, and incredibly
intense..... And then as a rapacity I could never deserve washed
through me, I began to feel my sperm enter my precious little
daughter, my precious baby.
"Oh, Daddy..., Oh God, Daddy...., I can feel it... I can feel it! Oh
God, Daddy... it's so warm! My God, Daddy, it's so hot!!! Daddy...
Daddy, if feels so good... How can it feel this good, Daddy?! It
can't... it can't... it CAN'T!!! DADDY...!!!!!!!!! HOW CAN IT FEEL
THIS GOOD???!!!!!!!"
Upon my body, upon my creation, I felt my precious angel begin to
shake above me as she entered her own orgasm, convulsing over and over
again in a near panic of never before known fulfillment. I held my
hands onto her naked waist and pulled her down to me tighter and
tighter with each pulsation, stroking her hips to mine as if they
could somehow enter me as deeply as I was inside her... All the while
my cum seemed to be endlessly entering a vessel of unlimited
eroticism, filling a void I had never known could be mine....
When I finished giving my angel everything I had, and so much more
than I'd ever thought possible, Amy laid herself down to me and kissed
me long and deeply in complete exhaustion. And there, sill completely
inside her, hugging her tightly and so desperately close to my body,
and stroking her insanely beautiful hair as I had done all her life,
we both fell into a deep sleep.
Part II, Forever After.
I'm not sure whether it was the heat of the sun beating down through
the window, or just the clock radio that first awoke me. All I knew
was my mind reeled amongst the lyrics I was hearing....
I look over yonder, what do I see? The sun is risin', most
definitely. A new day's comin', people are changin', Ain't it
beautiful? Crystal Blue Persuasion Better get ready, gonna see the
light, Love, love is the answer, that's all right. So don't you give
up now, so easy to find. Just look at your soul, open your mind.
Crystal Blue Persuasion
In the bathroom I could hear the shower just shut off, could hear that
Amy had just finished bathing herself clean. I laid motionless in her
bed as the night before slowly unfolded inside me, as if some novel
I'd read in a very distant past.
"My God, what have I done...?" a voice screamed inside me. "Could it
all have really happened?" My mind seemed unable to take it all in...
Yet, bit by bit, it all played over and over within me... Amy's first
overtures.... Amy's kiss... Amy's tender young body within my
arms.... our complete encounter... Then it all hit me at once,
EVERYTHING, like some truck burrowing down at 80 miles an hour towards
all I had known. I had made love to my beloved Amy, had made love
to..., to my very own daughter. Christ..., I thought, what sort of
hell must now await me? WHAT HAD I DONE? How was Amy going to feel
towards me now? How could I still be her father... How could I have
let this happen? How could I have...
My eyes instantly fell upon the bathroom door as it clicked open.
Jesus, I thought, Godzilla himself could have come out and I wouldn't
have been surprised... Everything in my world seemed completely
inside-out. I was prepared for anything. I imagined Amy in tears, or
with such a look of hatred upon her face that I'd never recover.. But
as the bathroom door opened, all my thoughts and fears only scurried
away into oblivion. There was Amy, incredibly beautiful and... and
HAPPY! It didn't seem possible. She just walked out of that
bathroom, without an apparent care in the world, and grinned straight
at me! She was wearing my white, terry-cloth robe, only loosely
covering her body, just barely tied about her waist and dragging the
floor behind her. She quietly walked towards me with her enormous
smile, looking at me with... how can I describe it? I suppose there
is no other way to say it: She walked towards me with that undeniable
look of a brand-new lover. She had put on just enough makeup to
accent her beauty, as if preparing for a Glamour magazine cover shoot,
not in any way overdone, and had her wet hair bundled upon her head.
She was simply the very picture of teenage beauty in every way, so
incredibly young and radiant. Her lips, now coated with a deep,
coral-red lipstick, glistened in the morning light as she began to
speak.
"Morning, Daddy!" she said enthusiastically, as if nothing could be
more wonderful than the moment at hand.
"Good morning, honey," I said with surprising ease. "How are you
doing, baby? How's everything"
"I feel wonderful, Daddy. I feel... I don't know... different. But
I feel so... so happy!," she answered back, jumping onto the bed and
on top of me, laughing hysterically and pretending to pin me down.
Although the blankets separated us, she was right back where she had
been the night before, straddling me and smiling down with so much
love and happiness I thought I'd die.
"Honey...," I said looking up into her gorgeous brown eyes starring so
deeply into mine, "I don't know what to say. I don't know how to
explain all this, any of it. What happened last night was nothing...
NOTHING I had ever imagined would happen." I paused briefly, trying
desperately to find just the right words, hopelessly trying to express
all that was going on inside me. I reached up and began stroking the
back of her neck as I continued. "Babydoll, I feel like I've done...
done something wrong to you, incredibly wrong... I feel like I've let
you down, let something happen that... that you'll hate me for
someday."
I suppose I expected her to argue back that everything was ok, to
verbally try to set my mind at ease. But instead, she only looked
down at me with an expression of complete understanding, letting a few
moments pass before she said or did anything - never for an instant
losing her smile, nor any of the angelic glow that surrounded her.
Then my beautiful little daughter, my barely fourteen year old child
leaned herself down and slowly, tenderly, began to kiss me. As our
lips met once again, her hands softly cradled my face and cheeks. She
held herself to me like this for a full minute, kissing me as deeply
as she was able and turning my lips to fire..., she seemed to be
simply searing the red lipstick between us! My heart rate must have
doubled as Amy took that kiss right out into the stratosphere. With
that kiss, Amy spoke more than any words ever could, as she knew it
would. In that kiss she told me that all that was happening between
us was something she wanted... something that was truly beautiful...
something that we had to just let happen... something that was simply
too wonderful to deny.
As our lips parted, Amy looked into my eyes and laughed, saying, as if
from a new reality that could no longer be refused, "Daddy, would you
like some breakfast? I'm hungry!"
I had to smile at the normality of such a question, but couldn't find
it within myself to just let it all drop away without some further
discourse. "Honey..." I said, "Amy..., is everything ok? REALLY
OK?"
"Daddy, Auntie Drew is right. You think too much!," she said
laughing, referring to my older sister who was forever accusing me of
this.
"Yeah, well," I retorted, "Auntie Drew would probably think this would
be an exception."
"Want some coffee?," she asked, ignoring my comment completely.
"Yeah," I answered. "I guess I would, honey. I think I could use
it."
Amy leaped off me, laughing at nothing in particular, and made tracks
out through her bedroom door and down the stairs, leaving me within my
new world.
I finally got myself up and took a shower, a VERY LONG, VERY COLD
shower. I dried myself off, put on a pair of shorts and tank top, and
found my way slowly down our stairs. My eyes couldn't help but stare
at the pictures upon our stairway wall as I took each step. Pictures
of Amy age two... age six.... ten.... twelve... They seemed to be
looking at me with such an intensity now, with such a devotion I'd
never before seen.
Inside the kitchen, Amy was just finishing setting the table. I could
smell the mixture of bacon, eggs, pancakes, and coffee that she had
been prepared. With no mother, and me a lousy, impatient cook, Amy
had learned early on to cook - and to my good fortune, she was really
quite good at it. In fact, she had cooked for both of us ever since
she was about six or seven years old, far too young to be burdened
with such tasks.
Amazingly, it seemed, I realized I was starving.
"Hi, Daddy!" Amy said, smiling from ear-to-ear as I entered, still
wearing my robe. "It's almost ready. I burned the toast, but I'm
making some more."
"God, honey. It smells great!"
Amy went over to the stove and flipped the pancakes, then turned and
smiled those gorgeous red lips at me. Realizing my unrelenting
awkwardness with all that was happening between us, she stopped her
activities dead in their tracks and walked straight up to me. Without
a word, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, pressing
the full of her body to mine. Her tongue slowly entering my mouth as
our lips caressed.
"Amy," I said once we finally parted. "How do you know how to kiss
like that?"
"Daddy," she laughed. "I've kissed boys before, give me a break!"
"Really? Who???" I asked sternly, as if still just a normal dad.
"Lots of boys, Daddy. They like me!" she giggled.
"Oh God... My little girl...," I stumbled out. "Seems I've been
missing a few things lately..."
"Maybe," she said, smiling back at me with her arms still around my
neck and her lips inches away... her breath now becoming my own, "But
you're not going to miss anything anymore, Daddy." And with that, she
pressed her lips again to mine and nearly brought me to my knees.
I ate our breakfast as if some craven animal, consuming twice what I'd
normally eat. Amy, too, seemed ferocious in her appetite, even to the
point of mixing more pancake mix and ladening the cakes with far more
butter and syrup than I could ever remember her doing. She had begun
drinking coffee at quite a young age, about ten years old, I think,
and was now on her second cup. Throughout our breakfast, for some
reason or other, I couldn't help but continually peek at the lipstick
she left upon her mug. It seemed so erotic, somehow. My daughter's
lipstick traces...
When we had finished stuffing ourselves and our quiet became
deafening, Amy just spoke up and said, "Daddy, let's make love again.
Wouldn't that be wonderful..., wouldn't it great to have the feeling
again like we did last night?"
"Honey, I don't know if we should... yet, I don't know if..."
"Daddy..... please stop it..., stop being like that.. God, Daddy..,
don't you..., GET IT? Can't you see how great this is, how perfect???
You're making me feel... I don't know... dirty, I guess. Like
there's something wrong with me."
"Amy... honey, there's nothing wrong with you. My God...
nothing...," my words trailed off as my mind entered into a deep
discussion with my heart.
Really, it just took about half a minute or so of deep thought for me
to, well "get it," but when I did, it was forever after. I had, as
they say, a moment of clarity. I realized what a fool I was being. I
was at the precipice of throwing away one of the deepest loves
possible, a love more intimate, more powerful, more... more erotic
than what most people could ever dream. I was being a complete
imbecile!!! When I looked into my heart of hearts, truly looked
inside my own deepest beliefs, I saw so clearly that there was nothing
wrong going on here, absolutely nothing. Quite the contrary. All the
glory of heaven was spreading itself before me, for God's sake!!!
Finally I let go completely of that archaic belief so ingrained into
us all, a belief which assures each of us that amorous love between
those closely related is not possible, not at least without grave
consequences. But looking at it for what it truly is - simply an
ancient taboo rooted solely in the dangers of inbreeding and the
subsequent limiting of our collective gene pool - I saw how crazy it
was for it to continue to thrive in this day and age. In a world of 6
billion people, in a world of birth control, in a world where so many
once forbidden sexual acts are now commonplace..., how could such an
honest love as ours be thought wrong? What insane nonsense! At that
moment I decided to open myself up to all the love that Amy was
offering, all the love we could ever hope to experience...
"Honey?" I said, looking up to see my daughter very near tears.
"Baby...? It's ok now..., everything is ok." I got up and walked
over to her. I leaned over and put my hand under her chin, lifted her
lips to mine, and slowly kissed my gorgeous little girl, my child....
my new lover. Amy rose out of her chair as we kissed and silently
untied her robe, letting it drop softly to the floor. With our lips
locked together and her arms wrapping themselves around my neck, I
took Amy's naked little body up into my arms and carried her through
the kitchen door, up our long, sunlit staircase, and into my deepest
desires.
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