A Speical Relationship
by Nanten Beoulve
Amanda and Adam are copyright NB



As I sit here writting this in my journal, my therapist said it might help to write down my thoughts, I can't help but think back on that night three months ago. It was a hot summer night, the air conditioning was on but was down low so it didn't burn itself out again. I was laying in my bed with nothing but a thin pair of boxers and a cold rag on my forehead. I kept questioning myself on not buying a new AC unit rather than just fixing the old one especially then, it had to be close to ninty nine degrees out maybe ninty five with that junk heap rattling outside the house. It was another sleepless night, my thoughts on the AC were just a distraction from what I was really thinking about. I had been thinking about Katie, my wife, again. She died a little over ten years ago from car wreck, she had burst some large arterie and bleed to death on route to the hospital. Ever since that night I've been in and out of therapy partly because of my little girl, don't get me wrong I love my baby girl but she reminds me so much of her mother it hurts.

"How old is she?" you ask? She just turned thirteen last week. "What's her name?" It's Amanda. I used to tease Katie that she spit her out, they look so much alike even now. She has the same soft red hair, big emerald eyes, and the cutest pink nose you've ever seen. She even has her mother's smile and laugh. Well anyway, back to what I was trying to write: As I said it was three months ago, hotter than hell in the house, and I was thinking about all the fun Katie and I had. Just as I started thinking about our honeymoon when Mandy, thats what she wants to be called now, walked in. I figured she was comming to complain about the heat so I told her "we can't turn the AC up any higher sweetie, if we do it'll break again and we'll be worst off then we are now." She didnt say anything but I noticed she was digging at herself. I sat up and asked what was wrong she whined a little and said, "It itches." I got up on the edge of the bed and called her over, she came over without question or hesitation and sat on my knee. When she did I was nothing short of surprised, she had been scratching at her vagina.

I hesitated a little then asked what she wanted me to do. She just looked at me with those eyes almost to tears like she had been scratching for awhile. I turned the lamp knob once more, it had a three way bulb in it, and let more light into the room. The front of her panties were wet and she was still scratching, it took some doing but I got her to stop long enough for me to pull out on the waistband and see. To be honest I was expecting to see her lips to be red and swollen, you know, infected. But they weren't and I could feel the heat comming off of her, at that moment I knew what was going on. My little girl was starting to become a young woman.

Maybe it was that animal instinct that should have been died long ago in the mind of each and every furson in the world but never did. Or maybe it was my lonliness, I hadn't so much as dated since Katie died and Amanda's been my whole life. Either way I slipped off her undies and let them fall to the floor then I rubbed my middle finger over her small, wet slit. She whimpered then moaned a sigh of releif as I slipped my finger in. She was small for her age and the males of my family have somewhat large hands so it was a snug fit. I kissed her forehead and held her close to me as I worked my finger around inside her, all she did was hug me and nuzzle my chest. I spread her lips with my index and ring finger then started to make small thrusts into her. She murred softly and smiled as I did so, it's always made me happy to see her smile to know she felt secure, at the same time I felt my boxers growing tight from my wanting erection. I laid back, taking her with me, then turned on my sdie and kissed her again. "Daddy..." she whispered. I smiled and said, "That better sweetheart?" She nodded but kept her eyes closed as I continued to slide my finger into her soaking cunt, the grey fur on my finger was dripping when I pulled it out of her. She opened her eyes and stopped smiling, clearly she still needed the attention, I told her "it's ok" and kneeled by the bed, pulling her closer to me. I removed my shorts letting her see my red cock standing upright and hard as it could be as I reached into my nightstand to get an old tube of KY jelly, her mother loved anal, and greased myself up. She looked worried obviously wondering if it would hurt, what girl doesn't think that their first time? I comforted her and to tell me to stop if she didn't like it. I caressed her forehead and licked her neck as I pushed myself in, the lube and her wetness aided alot in fitting it into her. The best way I can describe it is sliding a hand into a silk glove a size or two too small, she was really tight for me but it was pure bliss. She wailed and gripped the sheets tightly in her hands but before I could say anything she told me to keep going that it only hurt a little. I kissed her and played with her petite breasts while I gave her time to get used to me. It was probably five minutes of teasing before she relaxed enough for me to slide out then back in. She moaned and sighed as I made love to her releasing her grip and giving me a look that could have only meant "do what you want". I was having a hard enough time controlling myself without her giving me that look. I slide in and out of her velvet soft hole a mixture of lube and sexual fluid leaking out of her onto the bed and her sweet scent filling the room. I couldnt take it anymore and increased my pace, taking her to the hilt each time. The heat of the night didnt matter anymore, the only thing that mattered to both of us was the touch and sound of each other. Her moans begame to build into short screams until she finally let out a peircing wail that I was sure the neighbors would hear, but it didn't matter, I pulled myself out and finished off by hand, letting ten years worth of sexless nights erupt from my loins and land on my baby girl. I sat on my legs huffing like an out of shape jogger while Amanda wiped a bit of my cum and tasted it, I don't know what she really thought of it but she said "it's good".

I don't remember much else of that night, not in detail, but I know we spent at least another hour enjoying each other in a way we never had before. And every month I can count on seeing her at least once during her heat, unable to satisfy herself and looking for help. Those nights are some of the happiest moments of my life. As wrong as other might say it is should they find out, I feel those night bring me more comfort and healing than anything else the doctors have suggested or prescribe for me. And as long as my little gir....woman needs me, I will always be there for her.