
                      A FAMILY AT LAST
                             Part 1

Author: Philo P Dee
Date: New Post 4/14/05
Story Codes: Mg, ped, preteen, mast, inc, cons
Copyright:  by Philo P Dee; all rights reserved except as detailed in
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Disclaimer: Material unsuitable for children; sexual content; erotic
            fiction; please read full disclaimer at webpage above

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PHILO'S NOTE: I originally started writing this series only as a
purely personal exercise. I found the first few parts on the net
written as (AFAIK!) a relatively anonymous posting. I guess it may
even be something of a classic, since it's been around awhile. I've
seen it in several incest archives, usually titled something like
'My Daughter Amy' or 'My Little Daughter', but never with an author
credit. Oh sure, superficially at least it was (yet!) another simple
stereotype plot: mom dies, dad's left alone with his very sexually
precocious daughter, struggles to fight his strong urges, but then
one night...

Still, I really liked the original's characters, the very sexual but
almost sweet sense of father-daughter 'bonding', as well as the way
the story started slow, then steadily escalated, but still (IMHO)
managed to be very sexy almost from the very outset. At first I began
rewriting it mostly to fix the format and make it more readable. But
the story sort of took on a life of its own, with new characters
developing, and I found myself trying to maintain that same sense of
escalating sexuality with almost every part. There is a bit of a
'lull' that takes up a lot of Parts 7 and 8, as we fill in some
background on the characters and set the stage for the last two
parts, but I hope you enjoy reading the story as much as I enjoyed
rewriting and fairly radically expanding it.

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When I look back at my first marriage, I think of my wife and me as
having been in love, I guess. But I know that I still somehow felt
something was missing, even after our wonderful little girl was born.
I always loved our daughter Amy, even from the very first moment she
was born, and I felt a need to be closer to her, a kind of sense of
waiting impatiently for her to get older, and wanting her in some way
I couldn't quite seem to understand - partially in ways I struggled
against, even as I indulged my passions with her small body while she
was still only an infant. I finally managed to cope with my physical
hunger for Amy as she grew older and more aware, and I worried about
what her mom (my wife) might think if she ever found out exactly what
I was feeling for my own little girl.

Home life for the three of us was good. Still, I honestly don't think
it's oversimplifying too much to say that I just somehow never really
thought of us as a 'family'. I don't know how that might have changed
as we all grew older, because my wife died young, an early victim of
breast cancer. I was 31, a medical research doctor, when I suddenly
found myself living alone with my pretty, bright daughter who was
only eight years old.

We both took the death pretty hard, but we knew we had to adapt and
somehow keep it all together. Amy was really great. At first I almost
let her take over the house, but then I realized that wasn't fair. We
soon began to share the chores, even though she had to teach me how
to do laundry like her mom had taught her. We shared cooking and
making meals together, or went out when we felt like it. We shopped,
cleaned, and even worked in the yard together too. We loved playing
word and other brain games. Although Amy was only eight she was smart
and more than verbally adept enough to beat me much of the time.

We built a new life together gradually over the next few months. I
helped her with her homework when she needed it, which wasn't very
often. Amy was (still is) a straight 'A' student, and she excels in
almost everything. I don't know what I would have done without her!
She always had a smile for me when I picked her up at school. We
cuddled a lot and have always had a very nice kiss goodnight and for
lots of other small occasions; maybe that part was a little too much
like husband-wife rather than father-daughter, I realized sometimes,
but we both liked the warmth, the closeness and even that odd sense
of excitement - with strong hints of both sexiness and some kind of
clandestine naughtiness - that came with our privately shared secret
intimacies.

One thing that happened, which we had really not expected, but which
honestly helped us get through this trying period, was that we found
we actually had a much stronger sense of family after the death. My
wife was a lawyer, and there had always been some kind of a feeling
that her career was the main focus of her life, rather than our small
family. With just me and Amy, it was now clear that our being close -
a true family even with only two of us - was very much the main focus
or centerpiece of both of our lives.

I insisted that Amy stay in most of her extracurricular activities.
She was always a little whiz in swimming and really good at
gymnastics too. She looked so cute in her leotards - such a long
lanky (almost skinny) little girl, with her mom's dark hair, dark
brown Garbo eyes, full pink lips, and giggle dimples. At the age of
eight, Amy was still a little girl, though: straight up and down,
except for her cute butt curves. Thin legs made her look even taller
than she was, even though she was already tall for her age. Amy was
my very own wonderful little girl, and I'm hopelessly prejudiced, of
course, but she truly was a beautiful, exceptional, intelligent
child. I felt very blessed that she was mine, and I was secretly
happy that the older she got the more she would resemble her mom,
my very bright and lovely wife.

I had fucked a few other women, including one very young teenaged
girl that had excited me like no other grown woman in my life, while
I was married. After my wife died, I had managed to stay celibate
for about ten weeks, before a neighbor went to Europe for three weeks
on business. His wife had me in bed with her at the end of his first
week away. She said she had always kinda had the hots for me, and
being horny after her husband left was the last straw. I didn't put
up much of a struggle, I guess. I had sex with three other women soon
after that, one of them also married... but more about that later.

When Amy had just turned nine, she came into the living room where I
was watching the late news. I looked at her frightened little face.
"What's wrong sweetie?" I asked.

"Daddy... there's... there's something... wro- ... wrong with me!"
she said, tears forming in her eyes.

I sat her in my lap. "Hey, what's got you so upset?"

"There's... there's a... a... lump," she whimpered.

"Where?"

"Right... right here," she answered, pointing to her chest. She
lifted her t-shirt to expose her small breasts. "See?"

Well, well... she's right; there's a small swelling under her left
nipple. I reached up to be certain, feeling a small marble sized
mass, somewhat firm. I hadn't seen my daughter's breasts - mostly
just flat chest - fully naked for quite a while. I was amazed at how
her nipples had changed; they were colored dark pink, and they were
perfectly round, much larger now, more than an inch across. As I
stared at her beautiful young tits, I realized that her nipples
were actually out of proportion to her slender build. Her breasts
were two small, flattened puffy aureoles topped by stiffened,
wrinkly nipples, barely raising above her otherwise flat chest, but
there was very clearly a small lump under one. I couldn't help but
hope to myself, she's taking after her mother, who had some of the
world's greatest nipples!

"Ow! It's sore too!" she moaned, crying. I hugged her to me and
patted her on the shoulder.

"Amy, honey, there's nothing to worry about. You're just growing up.
That 'lump' you feel is your breast starting to grow. That's all."

"But... but... it's only on one side and it's so sore!" She looked
very unsure about my diagnosis as she whimpered again.

"I know, sweetie. That's the way most girl's breasts start out. One
side often starts first, but don't worry; the other side will catch
up. Remember when you were younger and your legs would hurt because
you were growing up? Well, that's why it feels sore now. Your breast
is growing and it's normal for it to feel a little sore at first." I
felt her start to relax against me. "You were worried about cancer,
huh? Like your mom had?"

"Yeah."

"Don't be, sweetie. That's definitely not cancer, just your breast
developing normally."

"Ohhhhhhhhh... Daddy, I'm so glad," she moaned in relief.

"Here, feel it yourself." I guided her fingertips up and she gently
felt her new breast.

"It's hard," she said softly.

I reassured her, "For now. But that's partly because we're rubbing it
and making it stiffen. As you grow a little more into a woman, it
will start to feel very natural, just part of your body."

She ran her fingers over her other nipple. "You sure there'll be one
here too?"

I laughed a little. "Yes, I'm sure!" Then I softly held and slowly
carressed each of her small breasts, trying my very best to seem
like a concerned doctor rather than the more than slightly aroused
voyeur I really was at that point. Amy's nipples looked and felt so
wonderful, and I might not have this kind of an opportunity to see
and touch them again for a long time.

I had indulged my interest - or maybe it was my perversion - in
Amy's lovely young female body from the time she was not much more
than a baby until she was almost six. I would very often volunteer
to bathe her. And I would always touch and fondle her most intimate
parts, reveling in the look and feel of them. Amy, like her mom, has
very pink tissue that I loved to see and touch - darker than normal,
as though filled with blood just beneath the skin. I had finally
managed to control my abnormal interest as Amy went to school and
began to show her awareness that I was doing more than just cleaning
or parentally inspecting her most private parts.

At times, especially since my wife had died, I still ached to see
my young daughter completely naked, to touch and probe her intimate
female sexual areas. It was a real problem for me to be a dutiful,
responsible father to her, and I knew that I was making the most of
this fairly innocent chance to indulge my deeply secret fantasy. I
had known for most of my life that I was highly attracted to very
young girls, and that I got easily aroused when I came into even the
most harmless social contact with one who had that incredibly sexy
combination of young beauty, maturity, playful flirtation and some
kind of eager physical awareness of her sexuality.

Finally relieved, Amy kissed me and hugged me tight again, before
she lowered her shirt. I wiped away her tears and kissed her again,
hugging her close to me and stroking her hair and back. Finally I
playfully touched each of her nipples under her shirt with my thumb
and forefinger again before she smiled and ran off to bed. As you
might expect, that night I couldn't get Amy's dark pink, firm
nipples off my mind. I thought of her mother's firm full breasts and
gorgeous nipples and hoped Amy would emulate her. That remembrance,
and the sight and feel of my developing daughter, had made my cock
as hard as a pole. I finally gave in and jerked off, something I
still often find necessary, even though as a young widowed doctor it
would be very unlikely that I will ever be unable to find a willing
sex partner.

As I beat my meat that night, however, I realized that one very
real problem I did have with my sex life was that it honestly wasn't
a WOMAN that I was truly craving. I wanted a... God it was hard
for me to admit this even to myself... but what I really wanted
was... yes, a GIRL. I still remembered my illicit and highly illegal
affair with a 13-year-old research subject very vividly, and I loved
to recall those moments of ecstasy as I stroked my stiff cock to a
throbbing, cum-spurting orgasm. I still fantasized pretty often about
very young pre-teen girls as well, and I loved every opportunity that
I had to see the developing sexuality of lolita-ish sexy young girls.
I stoked my bone-hard cock, feeling its large head hot and swollen,
aching now for sexual release.

But even as I pumped my penis, I knew that this was somehow a very
different feeling that I was dealing with now; I seriously ached to
have a young girl now - for complete orgasmic sexual fulfillment. I
wanted to suck a fifth grader's little pussy. I wanted to feel the
tight, wet cunt of a twelve-year-old lolita squeezing the full
length of my thrusting, cum-spewing cock. I wanted to feel a small
pre-teen mouth sucking and licking my stiff manshaft. There was
some relief when I shot off from my frenzied pumping, but I was
still not truly satisfied, and I didn't quite know how to find the
real release that I yearned for so strongly.

Less than two weeks after the incident with her breast development,
Amy said she wanted to talk to me about something. "Daddy, how come
you don't date very much?"

"Well, I just really haven't met anyone special, Amy. You know that
it will be very hard - maybe impossible - for us to find someone who
might replace your mom."

"Yeah. But don't you feel lonely?"

"Well... sometimes. But, honey, you're here with me and you make life
great!" I was certainly not going to tell her about the near nympho
nurse I was sorta involved with, and no damned way would I try to
explain the two married women I had fucked, and occasionally still
did when I had a good opportunity.

"Ohh Daddy!" Amy blushed, and I struggled back from my own private
thoughts to her protests. "But don't you miss having another adult
to talk to and do other things with?"

"I talk to lots of adults at work everyday. That's no problem. And
you and I talk a lot, you know. About just about anything."

"Yeah. But what about... other things?"

"Other things?"

"You know..." she mumbled shyly.

"Uh, no, honey, I'm afraid that I really don't."

Then she raised her chin and looked into my eyes, "Oh daddy! Uh...
you know... like S-E-X."

"Like WHAT?"

"SEX!" she blurted out, blushing.

"What about sex?" I asked, surprised at her apparent interest in my
sex life. "Just exactly why does this seem so important to you?" I
teased.

"Oh, Daddy! They teach us all about this kind of thing in school!
Don't you miss it... uhh, sex at all? Mom's been gone for months.
I know that you and her had sex a lot - all the time - but now you
don't date very much, and you haven't even had a real girlfriend for
months now."

How do you talk to your nine-year-old daughter about sex?!? "Well,
sometimes. I did a lot at first, but now it's just not something
that I can allow to be a very important part of my life," I lied.

"Why?"

"Well... I just accept, and... uh, get used to not having it all the
time now. It's OK, honey, really."

"Oh," she seemed a little unsatisfied, even disappointed. And I was
almost starting to sweat as Amy dwelt on the subject. There was
really no way to talk openly with her about all this. I had only had
a two-week-long affair, or incident was maybe a better term, with
our neighbor, but the other married woman I had bedded was still my
most favorite sex partner since losing my wife, even though we were
only able to arrange an occasional (more like rare, as I thought
about it) very careful indulgence. And just to further complicate
things, the woman was also the mother of one of Amy's friends. God,
what tangled webs...

"Why are you asking me about that, sweetheart?" I asked, hoping to
make her feel a little better about our talk. Amy blushed pink and
looked very sheepish, with that self-conscious innocence of a child
trying to take her next uncertain step into growing up. My heart was
almost pounding with love and affection for my sweet, beautiful
daughter.

Finally she found the nerve to say what she had obviously thought
and planned about opening this subject: "I... well I thought...
well... that maybe I could do something for you now, you know, to
make you feel good that way."

"Wha... what?" I stammered, completely off guard. I had been almost
lost in my own emotions and wanting to scoop up my very lovely
concerned little girl, cuddle her and eat her up. WHAT could I say
NOW?!? "Uh-h-h, sweetie, that's... that's a nice... a VERY NICE
gesture, but I don't think... uh-h-h..."

"Daddy, why not?" Amy's look was changing to that of a young
crusader.

"Uh... well... oh, God, sweetie, because I'm your father, I guess,
honey. And fathers and daughters just can't do things like that
together."

My mouth was only capable of repeating impersonal old axioms, as my
mind ached to find a way to explain to her how much I wanted to have
her as a woman, a soul mate, to indulge fully the sexual hunger I
have felt for her since she was only a small infant, and that it was
only my need to protect her, to give her the very best chance to grow
into a well-balanced happy adult that now prevented me from selfishly
indulging my longings for the physical intimacies I dreamed about and
ached for with her beautiful young body.

"But why not? I love you and you love me, just like you loved mom.
And they tell us in school how important sex is to a couple. Daddy,
I know that sex is important to you, and I could help you... that
way..." Her little girl shyness had returned as she squirmed and
tried to think of the right words "Daddy, you don't have a regular
girlfriend, and I think you need..."

"Honey, this is so wonderful of you to think of. But... baby, I
just don't know how to say all of this... it would be wrong for me
to use you that way just because I needed sexual release, not fair
to you, honey... plus you know that it's against the law. I could
lose my license and go to jail, and you could wind up in a foster
home."

Amy seemed ready to argue me down again now, but I continued: "Baby,
the love I feel for you is different than what I felt for your mom.
I love you as my daughter, not my girlfriend." Well, I rationalized,
it's partly true, and I had to protect my little girl, above all.

Amy held her head up and looked straight into my eyes, "But I don't
feel the difference. Love is love and I love you so much, Daddy!"

Oh, God, she was making this a helluva lot harder than I was
prepared to deal with; if only I didn't feel such strong cravings
for her. Memories of holding and stroking her breasts returned,
along with feelings I had tried hard to repress about wanting to
take her growing nipples and even her pretty little six-year-old
pussy into my mouth. "I know it's hard to understand, Amy. But it is
different. I just can't let myself have sexual feelings for you." I
blatantly lied, with the very best of intentions and the strongest
possible resolve... I hoped.

"'Cause I'm a kid, right, and not like a real woman? 'Cause to you,
I'm just a little girl?" she asked softly, in pouting disappointment.

"Well, that's part of it. But you're also my daughter. That's how I
have to see you first, my darling, and that's how I am supposed to
love you."

We were both quiet for a while. Then I heard Amy's small, unhappy
voice: "It's OK, Daddy. You're not mad at me; are you?"

"OF COURSE NOT! Baby, you're the sweetest, best thing in my life. And
what I think you just offered may really be the most wonderful thing
anyone has ever said to me, honey. I am honored that you would even
think about giving yourself to me... that way... because you think
I need it, baby."

I tried to be a little bit lighter. "Please don't make a habit of
this kind of thing as you go through your teens, though. Sex is very
important, very nice, wonderful, the best... but it really is only
right, something you really should do, when you love someone and it's
for both of your needs."

"I know. They teach us that too. I'm sorry, Daddy. I guess I worried
or embarrassed you."

"Yeah, a little. It's OK though. At least I know I couldn't ask for a
more considerate and thoughtful daughter," I stammered as I held her.

At that she smiled her beautiful smile, moist lips parting, dimples
blossoming. Struggling with my barely repressed sexual urges for
her, I hugged Amy tight and kissed her very properly father to
daughter [Did she open her lips just a little too much? Linger a
little longer than she should?] Hoping I had gotten my point across,
I carried her to bed [Should I be doing this now?], tucked her in
and finally kissed her goodnight, slowly and with barely repressed
passion for feeling her open lips moving against mine again. [It is
so damned nice to feel her soft mouth caressing and exploring mine
that I just can't think about this crap right now. Oh, God, I do love
this beautiful wonderful little girl!]

Even after this interlude, my relationship with Amy was just like old
times and there was no awkwardness or change, except that we may
have been kissing more often, and [I very well knew] a lot less like
daddy-daughter. I just did not let myself think about it mostly, and
enjoyed my special girl. Three days later I was taking a long, hot
shower. I had had a hard day at the office, so I was luxuriating in
the hot water, just standing there in our large double shower. I had
the hot water spraying all over my head, my eyes closed, and I was
lost to the world. I wasn't aware of and didn't think about anything
until I felt something soft and smooth stroking my back.

I looked back over my shoulder. It was Amy, naked, in the shower with
me, scrubbing my back! "AMY! What are you doing here?"

"Washing your back! Momma and you showered together a lot, and so I
thought that now we could too. I mean, I can certainly do a much
better job of washing your back than you can alone!"

I said, "Oh, honey, no..." and paused, trying to think, to explain
why I couldn't be with her all naked.

But Amy said, "Honestly, Dad! Didn't we settle all that last week?"
I had to admit it sure felt good, the hot soapy wash cloth massaging
my back.

"Well, OK this once," I told her, "but then we're done and I don't
want you in here again. I am not made of stone, you know," I declared,
hoping she could not see the part of me that was making my point - or
denying it, maybe. Amy was [still is] a great back scrubber. Her deep
hard strokes released the day's tension. I had to admit I liked it,
and it would be just this once; she was still only nine, a flat little
girl. It was OK.

Then I felt the wash cloth move down to my buttocks. Nice there,
too. But as her hand with the cloth around it moved under my butt,
she brushed against my sack. My ass and leg muscles tensed at even
that brief touch. "OK, that's enough," I told her.

"No, Daddy, please, you wash my back now!" she said as she turned
around, handing me the cloth over her shoulder.

"All right, Amy, this time. But THEN we're done."

For some reason that I probably just did not want to face right
then, I hung up the cloth and just lathered up my hands. As I
washed Amy's back my eyes wandered over her body. Such a slender,
pretty young girl, long legged, firm muscled, with a straight smooth
soft back. My eyes lingered on her lovely little ass. God! SO cute!
Her athletic, gently curving small butt protruded gracefully outward
from her back and down to her thighs, little hollows in each cheek
surrounded by her well developed muscles.

Without really thinking my hand stroked down, over her cheeks, then
under and between her legs. Amy leaned forward slightly, bending at
her waist, and spread her legs to make room for my hand. Barely
catching myself, I stopped and took away my hand.

Then Amy turned around, rinsing her face under the shower. She
lowered her head to rinse her neck. "DADDY!" she exclaimed, looking
back up at me. "Your penis is HARD!"

I had to admit: my cock was sticking straight up, just inches from
my daughter's face. Embarrassed, I tried to cover it quickly and
push it down with my hands. "Uh, yeah..." I stuttered.

"That means you're excited, right? That you are ready for... uh,
wanting to... uh, I mean..."

"Uh, no... not necessarily," I lied, too quickly to think about
it. "It's... uh... probably just the hot water, honey. Come on;
let's dry off and go to bed." I knew from her expression that she
didn't believe me, and that my denials had not intimidated or even
deflected her interest. Right at that moment, Amy was much too smart
and socially adept for me to handle.

"Gee, Daddy, you sure are hairy down there!" she teased, "When do
you think I will get hair down there?" Before I could react Amy
moved close against me, her soapy hands slipping under mine, and
her small fingers running through my bush.

God, that was a strange and incredibly nice sensation. I just didn't
quite know what to say or do. As I stood dumbfounded, she moved her
hands, suddenly touching my stiff rod, squeezing and stroking it
gently. "AMY!" I exclaimed, "Don't do that..."

Before I could finish the sentence her right hand was stroking me,
slowly, back and forth, from the base of my shaft over my slick wet
cock head and back, slippery with soap. As her soft hand floated over
my sensitive prick I groaned, "Amy... don't... you shouldn't... this
isn't... OH HONEY STOP... unhhhh... oh God!... no... no..." Then
Amy moved against me, and I could feel her soft, girly, sexy body
touching mine as she changed position in the shower. She pressed
close to lean against my right side, her left hand gliding softly
over my butt, her deft small fingers feeling and sliding up and down
between the cheeks of my ass. She wrapped her arm around my hip as
she moved much closer, pressing one small hard breast into the
stomach muscles below my ribs, and finally sort of lifting her left
leg to wrap sensuously around my right one. I could feel her warm,
wet thighs gripping mine and the pressure of her hairless little
pussy lips sliding up and down just above my knee. Instinctively, I
tensed my leg and pushed it harder between hers.

"Does it feel good, Daddy?" she asked, as her small hand slid softly
and smoothly back and forth over the full length of my hot, swollen
throbbing shaft. 

I had to grab the wall and the shower glass as my knees wobbled.
"Yes... but... we shouldn't... you can't..."

"Am I doing it right, Daddy?"

"OH GOD YES!" I mumbled as my little girl slowly stroked my shaft,
peeking up at my face and back down to watch what she was doing.
"Amy, you shouldn't... unhhhhhh! ... She lifted her face slightly
and kissed my chest, moving her lips to find my nipple, where she
kissed and sort of suckled it. I was burning from the feel of her
pink lips, her teeth and her tickling tongue. "Don't... we... OH
God! ... Amy..."

I felt my climax building in my balls, the sensation filling my
cock, running through my body as her hand glided up and down my hard
pulsing prick. "Amy... don't... unhhhh... please.... oh, baby... OH
GOD! ... YESSSS! ... that feels SOOOOO GOOD!" Amy's pussy,
nipple and mouth were all making me insane with desire. I couldn't
help but think of how it would feel if her mouth were to slide down
over the head of my poor straining, overexcited cock. "Oh... don't,
honey... oh, don't stop! ... Mmmmmmm... Oh SWEETIE! ... YES! ...
UNHHH... Oh God, BABY! I... I'm... going to... CUM!" I yelled as my
body took over completely, my cock pulsing and throbbing.

My eyes were closed as my head jerked back in exquisite agony. The
shower head was still spraying our naked bodies, as my daughter
enthusiastically pumped my large stiff cock. Her little pussy was
pressed tight against my wet thigh, and her hard small titty was
squashed against my belly. I couldn't feel or think of anything
but my little girl's beautiful, sexy body - how badly I wanted to
hold her, to take her, to fuck her wonderful little pink cunt.

"OH GOD!" I yelled as my cock swelled and stiffened even more.
"OH AMY! OH BABY! OH HONEY! OH GOD... OH GOD... OH GOD!!!" I
screamed out load, and my first load of cum spurted hard out onto
the shower wall. My aching cock began its series of strong slow
throbbing contractions, and I almost fell down from the intensity
of my climax. With every spasm my hips jerked, my body tensed, and
my hot white sticky cum shot out - again and again and again. Amy's
hand kept stroking and squeezing the whole time I was shooting off.
I grunted loudly with each convulsion of intense pleasure. At last,
totally spent, I leaned into the wall, panting hard.


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