19 comments/ 69353 views/ 23 favorites Daughter's Love By: sammican1 Sammi's introduction This is a story with a difference to most, well two differences actually. I have photos of all the outfits that Sammi wears in the story. If you send me an interesting feedback and of course give the story a high score, then I will send you some of the photos. If I find the feedback particularly interesting you might get the lot! If you read the story you will find out the second difference as you go. * They made a lovely couple. She was gorgeous and he was handsome. She was of average height with stunning blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. He was nearly six feet tall with longish, dark hair flecked with grey at the temples. Both had slim, fit-looking bodies; his was athletic and well-trimmed hers combined the firmness of youth with her burgeoning womanly curves. She had small breasts, a pert butt and long, long tanned legs that were vividly on show beneath the tight, mid-thigh length, blue dress she was wearing. They were in a hotel ballroom dancing to a small group. It was a slow number a Nina Simone song so they hardly moved; it wasn't really dancing more just swaying on the spot in each other's arms. They were holding hands in the classic dancing position. Their other hand was round the other's body, hers was on his waist, his was on her bra strap. Her boobs were pressed against his chest, their stomachs were touching and as they moved so their thighs rubbed together. He felt himself getting hard and moved away from her. She moved back so they were again touching. He moved away again as his cock fought with the material of his boxers and the folds of his shirt in an endeavour to rear up his belly as an erection should. But the material and the boxers won so instead of standing up straight his rapidly developing erection became simply a bulge in his thin trousers. Not just a bulge, though, but a large bulge. A bulge that had now reached the dimensions where it could not be ignored, it could not be missed and both became acutely of its existence. James It wasn't a sudden thing, but then on the other hand it hadn't always been there. I suppose it was something that built up over time. Something that reacted to changing circumstances, a feeling that responded to what was going on around me or maybe us. I can almost, but not quite recall when it first hit me, my first inkling, my first inclination, my first surge of feelings. But having said that I rejected those first sensations, stirrings and feelings. I cast them to one side for I couldn't accept that I was having them. It was wrong, terribly wrong, it was taboo and unhealthy both physically, but more so mentally. Yes it could not be right that I wanted to fuck my daughter. Sammi I suppose it was just after I turned eighteen that I first experienced a change in my relationship with dad. Not just in our relationship, but more so in how he treated me and even more so in my feelings for him. I suppose most daughters at some time in their lives have feelings for their father that go beyond what society prescribes that they should. Mine started at my eighteenth birthday party and built up rapidly over the ensuing months. I have a great family. We are a loving unit, but also we are good friends. Whereas many of our friends try to avoid being with their parents, my brother Mark and I relish being with ours. We enjoy being at home with them, going out to dinner and going on holidays as a group, well as a family; we have always liked that and we still do. Dad is a successful business man owning a few companies that must generate good profits for we have an affluent, upscale life-style. Mum and he both have swish cars, hers is a Merc sports and his a big BMW and Mark and I both got brand new Mini's for our seventeenth birthdays. We live in a lovely house, five beds and a swimming pool, in Essex, just outside London to the east and we have a holiday home in Florida. Part of dad's business is a property development company that operates in Spain so we always have a villa available out there. Mum's gorgeous, though she is a bit of a bitch, but then so am I, I guess; maybe we are both spoiled rich bitches. With me that comes about in liking to do what I want to do and wanting all the good things in life. I am not nasty to other people, I am generous and caring, but don't suffer fools gladly and I have a sharp tongue. Mum's similar, but I think she is also promiscuous, flirtatious and unfaithful to dad. I think he probably knows that, but he indulges her for he loves her. I think that he too has his flings for he is away a lot and I can see by the way that he sizes up girls and women that his interest is more than mere admiration or theoretical. Lately I have noticed other things too. During my early teens when I had friends to the house I had no feelings at all that he showed any interest in them other than in a 'parentis in loco' way. Recently, however, when my now older, women as opposed to girl, friends are there his attitude seems different. Whereas mum seems to have a high sex drive, mine is low. I can go ages without sex even without masturbating. She loves flirting, particularly when we are in Spain. She relishes the attention of waiters or creepy guys in the restaurants, bars and clubs she drags me to I am sure just to hear those words that are so magic to her 'you must be sisters.' James I think it first came home to me when I was fucking my wife Kelly. She is quite a looker with a very curvy, heavily breasted, wide hipped figure. By no means really overweight at around one hundred and forty pounds her body is chunky I suppose you could call it, or Rubenesque maybe. Being polite you could say she has full breasts, I know they are double d and she is a thirty six inches so being slightly basic I always think of her as having big tits. And that is fine with me. I love tits, full or big, I don't care. I don't mind a bit of sag, but not witches tits that seem to be trying to get down to waist level, ugh. Kelly is a good fuck, probably as good as I have ever had, and I have had a few for I am quite a naughty boy with the girls. My redeeming feature, well I think it is, is that I don't piss on my own doorstep, I only stray when I am away from home. But having been away from home quite frequently during our twenty-five years of marriage I have had ample opportunity to stray. I am pretty sure that Kelly is similar. We never discuss it for we don't want to know, I guess, but I think she puts it about quite a bit as well. Fortunately, I suppose, she has similar standards to me and has never embarrassed me by fucking anyone at the golf or tennis clubs, a neighbour, work colleague or a friend, well as far as I know that is. I have, though, noticed a change in my 'admiration' of women recently and that's with Sammi's girl-friends most of whom are a little older than her, around twenty to twenty five or so. When she and a few of them are at the house, especially when they use the pool, I get very aroused and my imagination starts to go into 'vivid' mode; in the past six months I have mentally fucked most of them! So back to fucking my big-titted wife. I had gone down on her and licked and nibbled her lips and clit until she was moaning deep in the early throes of her first orgasm. As I did that lying between her almost lewdly spread legs with her knees raised so I looked up as usual and revelled in seeing her playing with her tits. She seems to get as much, if not more from them than I do! As well as having oral sex with her cunt I had also gradually eased a finger up her bum. Not too far, just enough to open that hole and send sensations up that passage as well as the other; Kelly likes that and it put her over the top and made her cum. It was the night of our daughter Sammi's eighteenth birthday party. We were staying at the hotel where we had held the party and we had staggered into the suite the hotel had given as gratis, just because I had spent over five grand with them, generous lot, but a nice touch, at around one. We both felt horny as we got into bed so we kissed and sex became inevitable. After making her cum with my tongue and fingers I needed either, to fuck her or, have her give me a blow job. I knew for sure what she would prefer so turning her onto her front, I lifted her by her waist until she was kneeling on all fours. She put her head down on her arms leaving her ample sized bum, open legs and glistening pussy in the air. I was surprisingly hard given what I had drunk so I easily got it up her, she was soaked. Grabbing the slight saddlebags on her buttocks I started to fuck my wife. It was then and I have no recall or reasoning as to why it was, but as I started surging up and down inside my wife, my daughter came into my mind. And suddenly it wasn't Kelly to whom I was making love, but Sammi. That made me cum hard and quick. Sammi I guess in many ways eighteen is a watershed in many peoples' lives. You can vote, drink in pubs, get married, make contracts, fuck and go to war for your country. It is the age when girls become women. Mum and dad threw a big bash for me to celebrate my eighteenth. It was at a nice hotel and a load of us stayed the night including Luke my boyfriend, my best girl-friend Kim and her casual boyfriend Carl. Kim and I and the two boys were supposed to be sharing separate rooms, although I think mum and dad suspected that I occasionally slept with Luke; they are very liberal-minded. Kim really is a good mate and demonstrated this by volunteering to share with her boyfriend who she says she hadn't had full sex with yet, so that Luke and I could sleep together. When Luke and Kim swapped rooms and Luke started kissing me, for some reason I didn't feel that horny. With us lying on the bed as Luke kissed me and caressed my little boobs something was wrong. I know my sex drive is on the low side, but usually when a boy is kissing and touching me, I get worked up, my boobs seem heavy and I feel a glow go through me as my womanly juices start to flow. Tonight for some reason none of that happened. Luke tried getting into me, but I froze, my body stiffened and my mind was totally out of sync with the rest of me. I realised that I wasn't wet and as Luke tried to enter me it hurt so I rejected him. "What is it" Luke asked? "I don't know I'm sorry." "Is it me Sam?" "No Luke it's all me" I sobbed. "Don't worry it'll be different another time. It's all the party and everything" I went on lying. "You want me to go?" "No just hold me and go to sleep." He was snoring within minutes. It clearly didn't mean as much to him as it did to me I thought as I lay there fully awake my mind in turmoil. So many thoughts were going through my mind. I couldn't make sense of them, I couldn't bring order to the jumbled memories that kept filling my mind and I couldn't bring myself to accept what was uppermost in my mind and that was my dad. Just what it was about him that was making my mind whirl I didn't know at the time or probably wouldn't accept. James "So did you enjoy the party" I said to Sammi a few days later as we drove into London. She was working in the marketing department of my property development business as she waited to go to university. "Yes it was lovely, thanks dad" she replied stretching out on the big seat. Her skirt seemed to whizz up her straightened legs. I couldn't stop myself looking. "Everything seemed to go well" I suggested. "Yes everything, just everything was perfect" she said quietly making me wonder whether she had realised that I had got an erection when we danced together. 'Surely she wouldn't have said everything was perfect?' I thought as we sat in the traffic in High Holborn on our way to my head office in Covent Garden 'If she had realised I had got a hard on.' I wanted to find out, but couldn't think of a way to do that. I mean I could hardly say. 'Sorry about my cock getting hard when we danced luv.' But then another, wilder, weirder thought entered my head. 'What if she had noticed it, but still felt everything was perfect?' That beggared belief, but shit could it be the case, I conjectured? Sammi It was great working for dad. Well not just for him, but working generally. I was having big worries about going to Bristol University. That wasn't about whether I would cope for I was confident I could. After all I got four A's and studying always seems to come easy to me. It was mainly about having to spend the next three years mixing with kids, I wanted more than that, I needed the stimulation of older people. But lately I had very reluctantly began to admit to myself that there was another reason; I didn't want to leave being with dad. I had for as long as I could recall hated it when he went away on business and I so looked forward to being with him. This had become more intense since my eighteenth. I still wasn't sure, how could I be, but a part of me (my tummy lol) my mind recalled that bizarre few moments when we had danced together very slowly late in the evening. We actually just swayed on the spot with him holding me very tightly, probably tighter than was really necessary, but it felt lovely. From my earliest memories I had always loved being held by him. My modest b cup boobs were squashed against his firm chest that I knew was fairly hairy having seen him in swim wear many times. Our tummies were pressed together and our upper legs touched frequently as we made the very slow movements required by the smooch dance in the near darkness. He had one arm round me, the hand on the other was holding my hand, quite lightly, and that was a nice feeling. My other hand was resting on him just below his waist, just where his bum flares out; a place I find very sexy on men. His other hand was on my back. His thumb was pressing against my thin bra strap with the rest of his fingers spread out down my back. He moved his hand now and then, almost imperceptibly, but to me noticeably gently plucking at my bra strap; something I have noticed that men do to a girl. Is that a seduction technique I have often wondered or, is it a sign of him wanting an invitation to go further? I had no idea. We were into the second song of our dance when I got the first shock, the first hint, the first impression. Could my dad really be getting an erection dancing with me? James Kelly was out; golf, tennis, gym, zumba, bridge or somewhere, I never really know. She could even be out getting laid, but then good for her as long as she keeps it discreet. Dressed in beige coloured shorts and a loose white tee I was working on some papers to do with a planning appeal just outside Valencia in Spain. It was a big one and deserved my full attention. I was giving it that until Sammi came into the dining room where I had spread out loads of plans and documents on the large table. The room looks out onto the patio along the left side of which is the open air part of the in/out pool we had recently put in. Sammi was clearly going to swim and sunbathe for she was wearing a tiny, pink bikini. It was strapless with the bra held together by a something that looked like a shoelace. That was white and was threaded through three holes either side that ran along the insides of each of her boobs. The 'shoelace' was tied in a bow, which liked so fucking inviting I almost pulled it open. The panties were like little shorts with a white belt that ran round her just an inch or so above where I guessed her pubic hairline began. She looked fantastic, exciting and incredibly desirable. All of those adjectives were emphasised by her golden, blonde hair that she was wearing in two pleats. "Hi" I said pushing my reading glasses up onto my forehead and looking at her. I think this was the third seminal moment in my lust for my daughter. The first was the hard on as we danced, the second was imagining making love to her as I fucked my wife and now I was looking at her with such want that I was sure it would show. Sammi I didn't know what was happening to me, what was getting in to me and why and how I was changing. But I knew that I was changing and that I was having thoughts and feelings that probably I shouldn't have. But here the spoiled, rich bitch comes into play for I very much believe in 'if you want it, get it' and 'if it feels right then it is right.' I knew mum was out for the whole day and evening at a golf thing, or so she said and I knew that dad was working from home, something he often did on a Sunday. The weather was lovely and I had nothing to do. I had got up late as Luke and I had spent all the previous evening up to two in the morning smoking spliffs and shagging; it had been a nice though tiring evening. I showered and decided I would have a swim and work on my tan. "You up yet Sam?" I heard dad call from downstairs who would have heard my shower. "Yes just getting dressed, be down in a mo" I called back. "Want some breakfast?" "Just some toast and juice" I called back. For some reason that little exchange triggered something in me; it was as if we were partners, as if we spent time together just the two of us, yes it was as if I lived with him as a lover. For some reason I felt nervous and apprehensive yet excited and, in a way, confident, the rich bitch thing again kicking in. Sitting naked at my dressing table looking into the mirror I put my hair into two pleats, why I have no idea; trying to be daddy's little girl perhaps? I suddenly thought 'Wouldn't it be fab if dad walked in now?' As I thought that I felt, and then saw in the mirror, my little nipples explode into their full hardness. I had just bought a bikini from Agent Provocateur that I was planning to use when mum and I went to the South of France in a few week's time to one of dads business colleagues weddings; dad couldn't go as he had a meeting in the US that he couldn't change. It was a raunchy number, just right for the Cote d'azure and all the pseuds that inhabit that area, but hardly the thing for your back garden with just your dad as a companion. Again I had no idea really, or did I why I wore it? Was I supressing accepting the reason? Was I kidding myself, was I avoiding acknowledging that I was wearing the slightly outrageous pink job to impress my father, arouse him even and maybe seduce him? James 'Why the fuck isn't she wearing a wrap or some form of cover up' I asked myself dragging my eyes away from her. As I had taken in the sex on legs vision that strolled into the dining room through the open patio door I couldn't help looking at Sam's breasts covered by the tiny bra. Although she wasn't showing that much I saw the inside and a little of the top of each orb, but more significantly I saw so clearly the outline of her nipples, both of which appeared to be hard. Jesus Christ were they erect? "Er hi luv, going swimming" I totally inanely asked feeling as nervous as I usually do when I am 'pulling' a bird in a bar or club. "No daddy darling I am going shopping" she beamed back playfully punching me lightly on my arm. "Well you would certainly wow them at Bluewater dressed like that." "Like it?" She asked doing a twirl and showing me her taught, pert bum. God she looked fantastic. "Yes luv, it's lovely" I stammered drinking in the sexy beauty of my daughter. "Is it new?" "Yep bought it for the wedding that you aren't coming to" she replied pulling on one of her pigtails. "Sorry about that, but can't be helped." "Never mind, mum and I will show the flag." "Well dressed in that it will be quite some flag won't it?" She looked up and our eyes met, she looked a little flustered. "I got it at AP." "Where?" "Agent Provocateur." "Of the sexy undies shop, I didn't know they did bikinis." "Ah well stick around me and you'll learn all about such things?" Daughter's Love Ch. 02 The feedback I received both by email and on Lit has persuaded me to write a sequel. I will ask a similar question. Should I take this further and examine the aftermath? It's in you the readers' hands! Again I have photos of what I was wearing so if you want them, send me some interesting feedback Thanks Sammi x * Both James' and Sammi's hearts were pounding and their pulses racing as they ended the kiss. Their anticipation of what was surely about to happen reached new heights as they walked slowly across the large, marble tiled poolside towards the ostentatiously luxurious villa in the hills behind Marbella in Spain. His arm was round her shoulders; his fingers were gently stroking her bare arm. Hers was round his waist; she was softly squeezing his hip. Her head was resting on his chest. They reached the house, went in through the floor to ceiling patio doors closing them behind them and embraced. It was dark and welcomingly cool in the house. Their mouths met and again they kissed. It was as deep and long and as adventurous and passionate as before, but now they were more relaxed for they knew the other would accept and respond to the embrace and kiss. They had more time to explore and convey their intent, desire, arousal and sexual need for each other. But at last they broke. "Oh my God Sammi" James groaned holding her head against his chest. "What is it dad?" She queried as foreboding built up in her. "This is so wrong" he muttered stroking her golden hair and revelling in the feel of his daughter's slim, youthfully firm, but womanly rounded, nearly nineteen year old body against his. "No, no it can't be wrong" she said panicking a little, taking his face in her hands and planting little kisses on his cheeks, chin and lips. "But it is, I am your father for fuck's sake." "And I am your daughter for fuck's sake" she retorted. "I'm sorry Sam." "For what?" "For what I have done." "It's not what you have done dad, it's us, both of us together. It's what we have done." James was so worried at what they were doing, but also so pleased. He had become increasingly sexually interested in his daughter over the past few months. The seminal moment for this had been at her eighteenth birthday party when they had been dancing and he had got an erection. During the last few months as Sammi waited to go to university the atmosphere had become nearly unbearable for both of them. There had been so many times when something happened, a glance, a touch, standing very close together even a word that made one or the other of them or both want more to happen. But nothing had. They were too concerned and too worried about getting it wrong, about reading the signals and the other's interests incorrectly. But more was happening now. "Oh Sammi are you sure?" James asked pulling her even closer and kissing her again. He was a good kisser. He knew that, after all he'd had loads of practice with both Kelly, his wife Sammi's mother, and a host of other women over the years. Sammi had never been kissed like it before. The way he used his mouth, lips and tongue, the way he sucked on her lips, nibbled them and the tip of her tongue and the way he investigated the inside of her mouth probing and plunging with his tongue was completely new and incredibly arousing for her. Hanging onto his neck tightly she ground her slim body against his and moaned. "Oh dad, oh, oh, yes,yes." Her modest breasts were squashed against his chest and were pulled more firmly to it by the pressure James was applying from his hands on her back and waist. That pressure and her own movement were also crushing her flat stomach against the outline of her father's erection, which reared straight up his stomach. To Sammi it felt as beautiful as it felt big. The two guy's she'd slept with since she was eighteen she was sure were much smaller than her father. "Are you sure Sammi, are you sure my darling?" "Yes dad, yes Jamie" she said using the name she had coined for him over the last year or so. "I am so totally sure." James hand found his daughter's buttocks. He squeezed the deliciously soft, yet firm cheek sending tremors of desire through her; none of the young guys she had petted or been to bed with had done that and she loved it. She slid her fingers inside his dark blue, short-sleeved shirt causing some buttons to burst open so that his chest was as good as bare. She ran her fingers through the hairs and across his nipples. That felt good for both of them. They resumed their kiss. As they discovered their own particular way and pattern of kissing so their bodies became attuned to each other. So they became closer and so what was hers became his and what was his became hers. They went through that magic and so special spell of their bodies seemingly fusing together and becoming one. Sammi's breasts became part of James chest, their thighs fused into one mass of smooth flesh and his erection, which was at the centre of their erotic coupling, became part of Sammi's stomach. James hand at last, almost as an afterthought, almost as if he had forgotten about it earlier and almost as if it wasn't that important, found Sammi's breast. Confirming instantly what he had suspected, well had known really, that she wasn't wearing a bra, he cupped it and squeezed it making Sammi groan, push herself against the hand and revel in the sensational feelings that her father was causing to roar through her young body. This time the kiss went on and on. This time it was accompanied by their investigative hands; his caressing her breasts and buttocks' hers his chest and bum. And this time it was also accompanied by them using their body on their partner; Sammi's breasts squirming against James' bare chest and his erection thrusting gently yet persistently and enquiringly against her pubic mound and stomach. As much as his surging dick was asking questions of his daughter, her tummy squirming back against his rigidness was giving her father all the answers he had dreamed of for so long. His movements were asking if he could fuck her, hers were demanding that he did just that. Sammi or their movements had slipped James' shirt over his shoulders and removing his arms one by one from her body he shrugged it off. It then hit him just how chilly it was and he realised that the air conditioning would have been roaring away all day. He also realised that there were no lights on in the house and that the room was only very dimly lit from the patio lamps. "Let's go upstairs" he whispered into her ear. Smiling, her extreme nervousness now gone, she replied. "Mmmmm I thought you would never ask." "Let me get some light in here and turn the AC down." His erection ballooning in his white shorts James fiddled with the panel just inside the front door and all the lights came on and the AC went off. "Bloody thing" he growled as Sammi put her arms round her father caressed his chest and kissed his back. "Mmmm that's lovely love." After several more attempts he got the main lights off, the lamps alight dimly and the air turned diwn. "Well done daddy" Sammi said taking his hand and pulling him towards the stairs. At the top she stopped and said coquettishly. "Daddy darling your room or mine?" "I don't care as long as you are in it with me." "Let's go to your room that will make me feel less naughty than asking a strange man to my room." "Am I strange?" "As in stranger I meant." "Well I am certainly not that I'm your father" James replied as he opened the door to the large bedroom and Sammi squeezed past and went and sat on the bed. "I meant stranger as in sexually" Sammi said very seriously. The combination of seeing the bed, Sammi sitting on it with her short, blue skirt up round the top of her legs and him saying about being her father suddenly got to him. 'Fuck can I do this? Can we carry it through? What will it be like after tonight after tomorrow, when we get home, next week, next month, next year? Can I really make love to Sammi, can I really have an affair with my daughter? James' mind was bombarded with all these thoughts as he realised his messing around with the computerised setting on the control panel had lit the numerous lamps romantically dimly and was making the glorious violin concertos play in the bedroom; not such a useless old fart he thought turning and looking at the vision sitting on the bed, sitting on his bed or, would it be their bed. Even as James was contemplating committing incest with his daughter he was ironically also thinking of her best interests. He was only too aware that what they had done so far and certainly what was on the cards for tonight were totally life changing events obviously for him, but even more so for his, nearly nineteen year old daughter. He went and sat beside her on the bed. He put his arm round her and nuzzled her hair. "Darling" he started squeezing the golden, freckled flesh on her shoulder. "Yes Jamie" she mumbled back feeling far more comfortable using that term of endearment than her relationship one of dad. She rested her head on his bare chest and her hand on his leg just above his knee. That was like an electric shock to him and he almost changed his mind. "You know that this is considered to be wrong by most of society don't you?" James started fighting the temptation to grasp her hand and push it up his leg and onto his cock. Sammi had been expecting this and in a way welcomed it. As usual with any aspect of her life she felt a need to have the rules laid out, the parameters explained the boundaries agreed. On one level this could be a one off, a one night stand as she had nearly had many times, yet on the other it could be longer-term. It could be her and James just being fuckbuddies yet, it could also be them become partners and, she shuddered as the thought hit home, her replacing Kelly in James' life. Sammi welled up, she nearly started to cry. She wrapped her arms round her father and looking up at him moaned. "Oh yes dad, yes I know it is, but can it be so wrong? James stroked her hair. "Well darling society says it is and it is still illegal between parents and child." "But we both want to" she blurted out. "You do want to make love to me don't you da.. er Jamie?" "Oh Sammi I do, so much, so very very much." "Then it can't be wrong." "I know, oh I don't know I am so confused" James went on as Sammi ran her fingers over his chest, across each of his nipples and down onto the flatness of his upper stomach by his waist. "It's of......er.... no sorry never mind" James went on loving the feel of Sammi's fingers on his skin. He ran his hand down her back slightly inside the white, low cut top with the thin straps one of which had slipped off her shoulder; that seemed so incredibly sexy to James. As he tried to work out what he wanted to say to his daughter his fingertips idly caressed where her bra strap would have been had she have been wearing such an unnecessary garment. That reminded him of when they had danced together at her eighteenth birthday party when she was wearing a bra and he had got an erection. "What is it dad? Tell me" Sammi almost ordered her father. "There are so many things to consider." "What do you mean?" "Well what happens after. How do we handle that?" "What the future?" She asked feeling excited yet relieved that they were talking this way. "Yes I have to consider so many different eventualities and situations" that annoyed the somewhat spoiled little rich bitch. Pulling away from James so their upper bodies were no longer touching she stared at him. "Dad this is not a fucking building project, we are talking about us making love." "I'm sorry Sam" James sighed. "I am really sorry." "I know and I have been thinking the same." "What about what happens next and the future?" James asked. "Yes, it does concern and worry me as well" Sammi said snuggling up to her father again and replacing her hand so wonderfully suggestively he thought on his waist. "Of course it does and that worries me as well, I don't want to ruin your life, it's you I am thinking of more than me." That made Sammi feel so good. Her dad always had been so considerate and thoughtful and had looked out for her. "You won't ruin it dad, in fact I would feel it's more likely to be ruined if we don't make love than if we do" she whispered edging her fingertips into waist of James' shorts and nearly reaching the tip of his staggeringly hard erection. Sammi's words hit home hard to James. It was the first time either of them had actually verbalised what they were thinking of doing; making love. God that sounded so wonderful, so exciting, so arousing and he had to admit so absolutely right. What Sammi had said about not making love ruining it also struck a chord with James for that was exactly how he really felt. He was convinced now that he wanted to have a sexual relationship with his daughter; not just have sex, but a longer-term, intimate involving, consuming and he now felt able to accept loving relationship with her. "Darling are you prepared for all the ramifications if we do?" James asked cuddling Sammi's body tighter to his. Sammi knew then that they would have sex. When someone asks such a question they already have the answer for there is no real answer to such a rhetorical question. "We don't know the ramifications do we so how can we be prepared?" Sammi's quick mind prompted her to say. "True" James stammered slightly nonplussed, but enormously excited at the way the conversation was going. "So we will confront them as they come about dad. "Welcome to the now generation; we'll do fine" Sammi said as simultaneously James moved and her fingers slid further into his shirts. The tips of her fingers found the end of his erection. James' entire body jerked as Sammi inadvertently touched him; she almost said sorry for she hadn't really been expecting to feel him. But she didn't say sorry, she didn't jerk them away and she didn't do anything except leave them exactly where they were so that her three middle fingertips continued resting right on the bulbous end of her father's cock. "Oh my God Sammi" James groaned as the exquisite feelings of his daughter's fingers on his most intimate place combined with her clear acceptance and desire to enter into a sexual relationship with him registered in his mind and body. Although quite sexually inexperienced having only had full sex with two men and heavily petted with around ten, Sammi had an adventurous streak to her. When it became clear that her and a partner were on for something this caused her to be more forward than girls with her level of experience usually were. Turning her face she licked James' lips before kissing him open mouthed and slipping her tongue inside his mouth. At the same time she pushed her hand further into his shorts. It was a fantastic moment for both of them as Sammi's hand found James' cock and she wrapped her fingers round it. Sammi was immediately struck by how thick it was. She had held several guy's dicks and was relatively used to the warm, smooth hardness of them, but none she had held in any way matched the girth of her dad. That made her shudder with the extreme desire to have it and him inside her. The feelings for James were a combination of physical and emotional. Any woman's hand on his cock would send waves of sexual delight through him, that was natural for that's how men are made. But this wasn't any woman, this wasn't any of the mistresses, flings, one-night stand, hookers and masseuses, even his wife Sammi's mother whose hands had held his thick cock. This was Sammi, this was his daughter and that together with it being the most obvious indicator that they would have sex sent enormous surges of desire and love though him. As lovers often do Sammi and James reached conclusions and started thinking simultaneously together. They both knew that soon they would make love and that the time for doubts and worries, concerns and inhibitions were over. They both acknowledged that what they were about to do might create issues, but they felt prepared for them and they both realised with hardly a shadow of a doubt that indeed they wanted to have an incestuous love affair more than anything in the world and sod the circumstances. * They lay back onto the bed Sammi's hand still holding James' cock inside his shorts. James' hand slid up the inside of Sammi's top. As she caressed his cock so he caressed her breasts. Somehow, wordlessly and between them his shorts came off. He was naked she was fully dressed. She looked at her father's cock swollen from the excitement of being with his daughter. Its size worried her a little for she had begun to believe she was quite small down there, but it also excited her; she had no real opinion on whether size mattered or not. The expectancy of her dad burying his mini monster inside her made her quake with desire. Suddenly she sat up, he looked shocked and started to ask. "Er, what........?" "Shush" Sammi said her gaze locked on his as her hands found the hem of her white top. James was enthralled as she quickly lifted the garment up and pulled over her head. Dropping it on the bed and shaking her head to sort out her hair she leaned forward. Gripping his cock again Sammi offered her breasts to his mouth. James whimpered with pleasure as he held his daughter's pert little tits in his hand and greedily sucked on first one and then the other erect, coral pink nipple. Sammi was near to boiling over, she was more aroused than she had ever been in her short sexual career. In her excitement and due to her inexperience she began pumping James cock too quickly. He knew that if he let her continue she would make him cum. Gripping her wrist he whispered. "Slower baby nice and slow." "Sorry dad er Jamie." "That's ok darling." "It's just that I am so excited." Putting the father side of his being into the deepest recesses of his mind his natural male instincts and experience clicked in. His hand went up Sammi's skirt. It slipped between her legs, she parted her thighs a little and his fingers found the outline of her sodden lips through her thong. This was familiar territory to Sammi for she'd been 'fingered,' as she and her mates called it, several times. What wasn't that familiar to her was the quick and expert way that James found her clit through the material and applying just the right amount of pressure round its base. That sent such extreme shock waves of sexual stimulation through her. They were of an intensity she had never before experienced. "Oh god" she moaned" gripping James' wrist and pulling on it as if trying to urge even more sensation from his pleasure giving fingers Sucking her gorgeous little tits and nipples as he gently, but persistently rubbed right alongside her clitoris, James revelled in the emotional sensations of bringing his daughter off. He had always found special pleasure in making women cum whether it be his wife or a hooker, although he suspected that most of them feigned it, hookers that is! Doing that to his daughter far surpassed any sexually emotive kick he had ever got from previous sexual experiences. She clung to him, her fingers dug into him, she writhed her body against his, ground her tits against his chest and pushed her torso more firmly against her dad's pleasure giving finger. Her head rocked from side to side, her eyes were tightly closed and her mouth was open almost gasping for air as she climaxed. Her orgasm was of such a magnitude and intensity that Sammi wondered whether she had really ever had one before. Still holding, but no longer really pumping James' prick, Sammi slowly came down from the peak of her orgasm. She plastered little kisses all over her dad's face, neck and chest sighing and whispering her thanks and telling him how wonderful it had been. Wisely, James simply held her, moved his hand away from between her legs and returned her peck and kisses as Sammi's mind and body returned to some form of normality. Daughter's Love Ch. 02 "Oh dad" she groaned kissing him. "That was marvellous, it was so good, it was fantastic." Laughing James said. "I take it you enjoyed that." "More than anything I have ever done before." "And what have you done before, you weren't a virgin were you?" "No I lost that just after I was eighteen. "What before the party?" "Yes remember we didn't have the party until three months after I was eighteen." "Oh yes I had forgotten. To Luke?" "No someone else" Sammi replied snuggling up to James and loving the way he cuddled and stroked her. "Oh I assumed that you and Luke er did it." "We do, but it just happened with this other guy, we only did it twice." James was quite fascinated to be talking to his daughter about her sex life and it struck him that would never be the same again for possibly for the foreseeable future he might be her sex life. "But enough about me daddy, what about you?" Sammi said meaningfully jerking his cock. "What about me?" "Maybe I should have said us?" Sami said wriggling away from the edge of the bed and lying in the middle of it. Looking deep into James' eyes she whispered. "I think you need to undress me and make love to me now.................daddy." * With shaking hands James fumbled the hook and eye and zip undone on Sammi's skirt and between them they pushed it down her legs and off. In just her white thong, the gusset of which was clearly soaked, Sammi lie there with one knee raised as James greedily gazed at her near nude body. 'She really is fucking gorgeous' he thought running his fingertips from her chin, down her chest, over each pert breast, across her nipples, down to her waist, past her panties and up and down each of her sculpted thighs. "Sammi you are so beautiful" he groaned leaning forward and kissing her stomach. Sammi slightly arched her back as James' fingers travelled round her body exhilarating every inch of it. Pushing her fingers into the tight curls of the mass of dark pubic hairs round the base of his cock then running her fingers up and down the thick shaft of such exciting flesh she softly moaned. "Undress me Jamie, please undress me make me naked like you." At the same time Sammi was wondering if James was going to go down on her. She had read about oral love and had watched a few porn videos, but none of the guys she had been intimate with or the two who had fucked her had tried to do that. As her father took hold of the thong, Sammi lifted her bottom off the bed so he could roll it downwards. After the gusset had stuck to her pussy for a moment the slither of white lace and satin slid down her legs to join the other clothing scattered around the bed and on the floor. Both completely naked they slid into each other's arms, kissed deeply and ground their tingling bodies together. Being bare in the arms of a lover for a first time is always a special moment with a special set of emotional and physical experiences. When the age gap of such lovers is large those experiences are magnified and when the lovers are related the magnification is increased. When the relationship is a father to a daughter it is increased even more to levels that few ever experience. And groaning and sighing Sammi and James experienced those levels. They kissed and writhed their bodies together, ran their hands over the others back, front, buttocks, legs, hair and between the legs as slowly they manipulated their linked torsos into a position where they could make the love they both so desperately desired. "Ready darling?" James asked as Sammi rolled onto her back with him on top. "Oh yes. I am so ready for this please." James shrugged his body down a little at the same time as Sammi instinctively opened her legs. His cock slid between her thighs the bulbous end of it nestling against the lips of her waiting pussy. "You are on the pill aren't you?" "Yes of course I am, there's no need for a rubber, I want to feel you" was the music to James' ears that came from his daughter's mouth. "Good" James replied pushing gently with his cock against the soaked only partially opened crevice. Sammi felt it there and couldn't wait any longer although she had a touch of trepidation as to what such a large cock would feel like inside her. Momentarily wondering whether it would hurt she decided to throw caution to the winds. She pushed downwards at exactly the same moment that James thrust his hips forward so that his cock surged right up her providing the young woman with the answer to the unasked question. There was no pain just that glorious feeling of being stuffed to overflowing and that even more glorious feeling of being fucked by her father. Daughter's Love "Really will I?" "Oh yes daddy" she said calmly flicking her pigtails over her shoulder, turning and walking out towards the pool. The sway of her, what I noticed for the probably the first time, womanly rounded hips and the jiggle of her bum as it seemed to be trying to escape from the tiny pink shorts really was a fantastic sight and I couldn't drag my eyes away from it. But the sight got even more cock hardening. Standing beside one of the sun-loungers side on to me she fiddled with the belt undoing it. What the hell I wondered as she turned away from me? With the belt undone she started pushing the shorts down. 'For fuck's sake she's not stripping off is she?' No such luck for she wasn't. But what she did was almost as arousing for under the shorts she was wearing the tiniest thong. It was just a strip of white material about half an inch wide that was wrapped round her hips and plunged between the gorgeously rounded cheeks of her bum. Attached to that at the front was a triangle of the pink material that matched the shorts and bra. Easing the shorts down her legs and still holding them with one hand she lifted one leg then the other out of them. Looking over her shoulder right at me, without smiling Sammi dropped the panties onto the lounger. As she walked towards the ladder into the pool her naked cheeks wobbled wonderfully. She turned and faced me. "You coming in?" She asked. There was absolutely no way I could possibly have put on a swimsuit with her. It had been bad enough at the party when I was fully dressed. The pink triangle just covered her patch of pubes and I found myself wondering what they were like. Were they blonde or darker, was she shaved or were they trimmed, maybe she had a landing strip? Fuck what was I thinking wondering about my daughter's pubic hairs, was I going mad, becoming a perve or a sleezebag? I had no idea, but I knew I had to get control of myself. But how could I when she was putting in such a show? As she climbed into the pool and began swimming slowly up and down my erection reared right up my stomach. Sammi If I had worn the, verging on outrageous, swimsuit to get an effect, it most certainly worked. As I walked into the dining room and he saw me, my immediate thought was. 'He's nervous, my dad is nervous of me. Is that because of my near nudity?' I wondered. We chatted with him ogling, almost leering at me, just like boys do in clubs and the guys do round the pools in Spain when mum and I lie there with her trying to make out she's my sister. 'Surely this can't be? I must have it all wrong, dad's don't look at their daughters as if they want to fuck them, do they? Dad worked through most of the afternoon as I lay in the sun. I wanted to take my bra off, but something stopped me. 'Was it because I didn't want to tempt him anymore?' I didn't know, in fact I didn't think I knew anything anymore. Being that the bra was really just a tube of material laced together at the front between my tits, I was easily able to roll it up and down at the back to avoid white lines. Around five dad grilled steaks on the barbecue. I put the shorts on over the tiny thong that he had had seemed almost unable to drag his eyes away from and we sat across a table from each other eating our steaks and salad and sipping one of his better Riojas. We didn't talk that much, but he told me about the business and that due to a variety of reasons the Spanish operation wasn't doing well and unless the property market improved it could well go bust. "Oh no dad" I said genuinely upset for him. Without thinking I put my hand on his forearm. It felt good. We looked at each other. Was that an enquiring, inviting stare or just a look? Fuck knows, but my heart was pounding and I knew without looking down what would be happening to my tits. James God knows how, but somehow I resisted the terrible temptations that afternoon and early evening. Kelly rang to say she would be late making me think that wherever she had been she had probably got lucky, so I went to bed around eleven. Thankfully Sammi had gone out to a pub somewhere with her mates so I was by myself. I finished the work on the planning application and went into my study. I logged onto the net with the intent of pulling up a lesbian video on xhamster, but my cock was already rock hard and further artificial stimulation wasn't needed. I slid my shorts down and pulled my tee off, nudity seemed necessary. For some reason I wanted to be naked where Sammi had performed what was one of the most erotic acts I had ever witnessed, taking those shorts of and leering her delicious butt at me in that ridiculous thong. Naked, my cock rearing up my stomach I strolled out into the near darkness of the pool area and laid down on the lounger where she had sunbathed earlier. I stroked my cock imagining she was on that lounger with me. I closed my eyes and saw Sammi straddling me. She was naked and her nice pert tits were within reach. Although they did not have the fullness of Kelly's and despite my attraction to big tits, Sammi's felt wonderful. I caressed and squeezed them, pinched her little nipples and bent forward and sucked them and most of her little boobs into my mouth. As I did that she lifted my cock, wiggled her torso and then slid down on me. My hand became her cunt and as that pumped up and down on my cock I heard myself saying. "Oh yes Sammi, oh yes." * The next couple of months were a nightmare yet a wonderful dream for both of them. There were highs of attraction and times of laden sexual atmospheres as it seemed as though something tangible would happen. They were accompanied by the lows and depths of depression as both realised what they wanted and acknowledged just how wrong that was; the guilt trips they suffered by themselves were awful. At the same time they both agonised over unasked questions. Does he/she feel the same? What would he/she do if I did something? What happens if I open up and she/he is aghast and annoyed? Also what happens after if we did do something? Sammi would get times when she felt the need to be provocative to her father; to push things, be tempting almost inviting. There were times when she would wear ultra-short skirts, tight shorts and skimpy tops. Although her b cup boobs were firm and pert she usually wore a bra, but now occasionally when she was alone with her father she discarded one, in fact she now and then went without panties as well. Being naked under thin clothing when she was with him was a tremendous turn on for her and several times she was tempted to say. "Hey dad I'm not wearing anything under my top and jeans." But of course she didn't. She didn't even know whether he noticed her dress, her skimpy outfits and lack of bra. He never showed any emotion that way at all and gradually Sammi came to accept that this was all in her mind and not his. She reached the conclusion that in October a full four weeks away she would go off to Bristol University and all this fascination for her father, this huge lust for him and this wild desire to have sex with him would fade away. James was becoming ever-more obsessed with his daughter. He could hardly get her out of his mind and when they were together he found difficulty in tearing his eyes away from her tanned legs, rounded arse and pert tits. That got much worse when a few times he saw she wasn't wearing a bra and got clear glimpses of the outline of her nipples. He couldn't recall having seen that in the past and his pulses raced when he wondered if she was doing it on purpose. 'Was she putting out to him?' He would wonder, usually when he was pumping his cock as he masturbated about her, which he did nearly every day. There were many times when he so badly wanted to hold her that he wondered how he resisted and managed to keep his hands to himself. He was worried that he was starting to make a fool of himself for he created opportunities to be near her, to touch her on her back, shoulder, hand or arm. At the same time his marriage to Kelly was deteriorating or was that deteriorating because of his obsession with his daughter? He didn't know, but lately he had found the excess flesh and oversized tits on his wife slightly off-putting just as when he was in one of the high-class massage parlours he used he had recently chosen slim, small titted birds as opposed to the fulsome ones he normally had. Sammi was pleased that she had six weeks off school and only worked a few days a week. It was such a joy being with her dad. As they were in the midst of the golf season her mum Kelly was out most days either, at her club, in a competition or a tournament or with her 'golf girls' doing Christ knows what. That meant that Sammi had James almost completely to herself most of most days. The only time she had to share him was at night when Kelly came home and they slept together. Sammi found herself both resenting Kelly for 'taking him away' from her and madly jealous of her mum when she imagined what they got up to in bed. Sammi Mum was in Spain. I was becoming convinced that she had a lover there, probably that arsehole who owns a couple of bars in the Port. Dad had been with her, but had come home. I kidded myself that it was to see me, to be with me, and to fuck me. In my dreams I visualised us living together as lovers even for just a few says. Although I had pretty much given up on the idea that we would ever do anything I still lived in hope. Whether it was real or not I had convinced myself that I was in love with him, yes in love with my father, but not family love a lovers love. James I got fed up with Kelly playing the prima donna and thinking everything was the same in Marbella as it had been before the crash; before Northern Rock, Bear Sterns and Lehman. Before the banking crisis and before the whole fucking credit melt down, sub-prime debacle and mis-sold CDS crashed down on us. Before property prices in Spain went into free-fall and before the financial world as we had known it through the nineties and early naughties became totally fucked up. On what was supposed to be a long weekend in Marbella she showed no realisation at all that the world had changed. It was still shopping at Versace, Jimmy Choo and Gucci, dinner at the Marbella club, cocktails at Sinatras in the Port and clubbing at Ben's or Q. So I fucked off home leaving her to sleep with whoever she wanted. "Hi dad, where's mum" Sammi said as I walked into the house on the Sunday evening around five. "She's stayed out there, where's Kate?" I asked about her friend who was staying with her whilst Kel and I were away. "I thought you were both staying until Tuesday. She's down the pub, there's some guy she met the other day that she fancies. Probably having it off by now." Her slightly vulgar expression seemed to hit me in the balls and they started to tingle. "Really, that's quick isn't it?" I rather inanely mumbled thinking of her and me doing just that. "Not really, our generation are very now dad. If you want something get it, if it feels right just do it, that sort of thing" she explained unnecessarily for that topic holding my gaze. That made me feel excited. "Yes we were supposed to be staying" I went on relieved to be changing the subject for once more with my daughter close to me my erection was starting. "So what happened?" She asked me. "Never mind" I said rather sharply. "Look dad we are in this together aren't we?" "In what?" "You and mum." "What about me and mum?" "Dad it's pretty obvious." "What that things haven't been too good between us recently?" I started. "That Jamie" she started using her nickname for me, which felt nicely intimate. "Is such an understatement." "Yes I guess it is luv" I replied as Sammi came and sat on the arm of my chair. It was like an electric shock as she rested her elbow on my shoulder and ran her fingers through my hair. I glanced towards her and all I could see was the enormous expanse of golden flesh of her beautiful legs. She was wearing a thin, white cheesecloth, button up the front blouse worn outside the waist band of her ridiculously short, blue denim micro skirt. She looked absolute fantastic and so fucking horny that I wanted to pull her down onto the chair with me. "Well she has stayed out there for a few more days." "I see." "Do you?" I asked so acutely aware of how close she was. "No dad not really I don't." "Nor do I" I replied not thinking at all as I put my hand forward and rested it on her knee. Her skin felt wonderful. It was so smooth, cool and oh I don't know just let's call it as it is, wonderful. Sammi His hand is on my knee; the realisation was rushing through me. His fucking hand is on my fucking knee was roaring through my head. It felt great. She was away from home probably fucking some Spanish kid round my age. I wanted more from dad, I wanted his hand further up my legs. Bollocks and fuck it I wanted it right up my legs, as far up my legs as it could go. I wanted my dad's hand right up my legs, between them and on me. Right on me, right on where we both wanted it, yes right on my wet and aching cunt. James God I have no idea how I resisted sliding my hand upwards. Sliding up the smooth, golden skin of her legs, under her skirt and onto her panties or thong, that is if she was wearing any; lately I had noticed the absence of VPLs when she wore thin trousers or shorts and I had checked her laundry on the washing line. As I had done that a few weeks ago I had thought what the fuck really is going? A father checking his daughter's washing to see how many pairs of panties have been washed! Fortunately, although it crossed my mind, I hadn't started sniffing her used ones yet! Sammi 'Did I leave it open on purpose' I wondered. 'Was I putting on a show hoping that dad would walk past as I knew he probably would for I was aware that he was in their bedroom?' Was I trying to push things further, see if we could do something, demonstrate that I could be 'available', invite him to try his hand?' I didn't know. Certainly it wasn't really a conscious act, but then your sub-conscious often makes you do what you really want to do although conditioning stops us. Last night had been wonderful but scary. As I sat on the arm of his chair and he put his hand in my leg I was sure that it was an overtly sexual and not just a fatherly gesture. I was sure he would go further, I was sure he would see that I was up for it and I was sure that we were going to do something. My body prepared itself for sex as my nipples exploded and my female juices started to flow like a mini waterfall. James I hadn't slept well, I couldn't. I had become so aroused sitting in the chair. I am as positive as I can be that I would probably have tried something with Sammi had Kate not have been there. As it was I masturbated twice, a feat I hadn't attempted let alone achieved for years. Kate was up early and off to work the next day. I went down stairs in my dressing gown and offered her breakfast but she only gulped some orange juice and was off. I went back to my bathroom, shaved and showered and slipped into a pair of dark blue linen trousers, a white shirt and drake beige jacket. Walking along the landing I didn't notice at first that Sammi's bedroom door was half open, but as I got nearer I saw that it was. Naturally I glanced in and fuck there she was standing side on in just her panties stepping into her jeans. She was bending forward slightly so that her breasts hung down before her making them look larger than they probably were. As I stared at her she turned her head and looked right at me. As our gazes locked for a moment or two I didn't know what to do or say so I walked on leaving the erotic image behind me. Sammi 'Bollocks he didn't do anything' I thought as I zipped up the too tight hipster jeans that were so fashionable at the time. Slipping a tightish tee over my head and leaving the almost obligatory few inches of bare skin round the waist I pondered on what to do when I went downstairs. I mean how do you handle a situation where you have flashed yourself at someone and they haven't responded, well not in the way you hoped. Was it a total lack of interest? Was the fact that dad, or Jamie as I now more frequently thought of him, didn't accept my invitation a rejection of it or a lack of understanding of what I was offering. I couldn't work out whether he found the idea of sex with his daughter distasteful or whether he didn't appreciate that I was so up for it. James 'Was it a come on, an invitation and a display of my daughter's availability to me?' How could I know? It's impossible as indeed was the entire situation. It was a completely no win situation. If I took up what I thought might be an invitation and it wasn't one, my relationship with her was fucked, as it would be probably with both Kelly and my son. But if I took it up and it was an invite and we had sex what then? I could hardly have an affair with her, with my own daughter or could I? Fucking hell it hit me bloody hard, perhaps we could. Maybe we could have a sort of fuckbuddy affair where we give vent to our forbidden sexual love for each other in a series of discreet meetings. That would overcome the problem that had been high on my agenda when I thought about the repercussions of us having sex. Up until then for some crazy reason I had assumed that if we did do anything it would be a one off and the aftermath would be so difficult to handle. But why think about the ending when we hadn't started? Having said all that and feeling more confident about the future I lost my bottle. I had no idea how to handle the situation when Sammi eventuality came downstairs. "I am off to the office" I called out picking up my car keys and making for the garage. "Ok dad see you later" I think I heard her call out. As I pulled across the drive in the BM I saw Sammi looking out of her bedroom window, she waved. I waved back and asked myself. 'Was she crying?' Sammi Although as time passed I began to think the whole fucking situation was impossible and that he just wasn't interested, for whatever reason, I still held some vague hopes. As all women are aware, I knew that I aroused him. I could see that in his eyes, the way he stared at me with his gaze visually caressing my breasts and legs and how his body language now and then particularly when our bodies were close, tightened up. I also knew that from the occasions when I knew or thought he had an erection; when we danced together at my party, that time at the pool when I wore my AP bikini and stripped off the shorts as he looked on and other times when he couldn't move or adjusted himself thinking I hadn't seen, but I had. So it must just be one of two things. The thought of having sex with his daughter and thus, committing incest appalled him or he wasn't sure of my intentions. I had no answers to that conundrum. * There were several more moments of temptation and' will he, won't he' and 'will she, won't she' over the next few weeks. But nothing came of them. Nothing overt that is, but maybe a pattern was developing, possibly both James and Sammi were gaining more information, testing the water, reducing their inhibitions over what increasingly they both wanted. It could be that both of them were gaining more confidence. He was kissing her goodbye in the drop off zone at Heathrow when he was on his way to New York. She had offered to drive him there. She got out of the BMW and waited as he got his carry-on bag from the boot. "Thanks luv" he had said walking up to her and standing close. "You're welcome, anytime" she had rather thoughtlessly replied seeing with pleasure and excitement the look in his eye as the double entendre sunk in. He put his arm round her waist as he smiled. "Take you up on that some time maybe" as he kissed her on the cheek. Daughter's Love "Anytime daddy darling wish I was coming with you" Sammi had responded turning her head so that their lips brushed. "Bye luv" James had said as he slowly moved away. As he walked into the terminal Sammi was thinking just how marvellous it would be to be travelling with him to stay in a luxurious hotel in New York as lovers, nit as mum and daughter After his return home he was in his study. "Sam" he had called out. "Do you know how to remove headers in Word?" She came into the study where he was sitting in front of the PC. She was wearing a lowish cut, loose top and jeans. Standing close to him she leaned over the computer and said quietly. "Yes I think so" as she fiddled with the keyboard As she did that her left boob briefly brushed against his arm. It was like an electric shock, but the pressure was only there for a moment. James glanced to his right and looked right down her gaping front. 'Fuck I can see all of her tits including her nipples' he thought to himself feeling himself hardening. The slight pressure of her small boob in his right, upper arm returned. James pressed back and Sammi didn't move away. They were like that for a few moments as she slowly worked out how to solve the IT issue. "How's that?" She said as the header disappeared, but neither of them moved. "Wonderful darling" James nearly croaked turning his face and kissing her on the cheek, but still neither of them moved the pressure of her breast on his arm being exciting for both of them. "Thanks." Again the fact that someone, this time Kelly was around may well have been the reason nothing more happened. A week or so later in late September James was going to Spain for a week or so. James "Can I come?" Sammi blurted out. "Of course you can Sam, any time" I replied not really thinking of the obvious undertones. She smiled "I meant with you." "So did I, what did you think I meant?" "Never mind. Is she coming?" Sammi asked. "No I think Kelly your mother is away with the ladies from the golf club" I slightly admonished her for recently she had been putting Kel down quite a lot. I wondered whether it was a sort of jealousy, I rather hoped that it was. "Ladies. Is that what they call themselves, old biddies more like it." "Now, now miaow" I replied sympathising with her catty remark. "When you going?" "Thursday." "Oh fuck." "Beg your pardon young lady" I said pretending to be stern, but secretly pleased she felt able to speak that way with me, it was more intimate and after all Kelly and I often swore in front of our children "I have going away parties on Thursday and Friday." "What people going on their gap years?" "Yes." "Well come out on Saturday or Sunday." "I thought you were only going for three or four days." "Well I can always extend it for the right reason." "What to be with me?" She asked holding my gaze. Sammi I knew full well that Kelly was going to France with a group of women to play golf and probably get laid under the golfing convention. 'What happens on tour stays on tour.' So I asked if I could come, knowing full well of the double entendre; we had recently been using them quite often! It was good that he played along with it and agreed that he was extending his stay to be with me. He spoiled it a bit, though, when he added. "And to have a little holiday." "I'll get Cass to book you on Easyjet on Sunday, yes?" James Driving to a meeting in Mayfair later I could hardly believe what we had agreed. It seemed so obvious, so convenient and hopefully so absolutely right for us. Surely she had said 'can I come' for a reason or was it just a slip of her tongue as we agreed that she would come on Sunday. I called Cass immediately I left the house in the car, she called back in five minutes before I had even got onto the A406. I called Sammi on her mobile. "Cass has booked it, I told her." "When for?" "Saturday is no good for me Sam so you can come on Sunday" I told her my heart pounding a bit as I said that to my daughter. Sammi My pulse raced when dad told me that Cass his PA and I thought occasional bunk up, but then she was beautiful and everyone, fancied her, including me sometimes when I masturbated, had booked my flight and that I could come on Sunday. "Promise" I quipped back. "Of course I promise." The idea had come to me a few days ago when I was thinking about mum and the golf women doing what they wanted on tour and it staying there. I had heard that they and other groups that went away behaved quite differently when in a different environment to their home, as indeed I and most of my mates did for instance when we went to music festivals. Away from our familiar places we would snog and have sex to one degree or another in tents or the open air, sometimes in front of others in a group; very hippylike! I guess we all find it easy to rid ourselves of our inhibitions in a different environment and without the limitations and restrictions of home. I so hoped a similar atmosphere between my dad and me would be created in Marbella. James I had been staying at an apartment in the Port, but didn't want that for the time with Sammi so I arranged to use a villa that had recently come onto the market. We had it on the market at two point eight million Euros, but had little hope of moving it, at least in the near future, the market was dead and getting worse. I had decided to use it because it was fabulous, had it's own pool, was very secluded and, I guess, I wanted to impress her. I met her at the airport and kissed her. "Welcome to Spain Sam" I whispered cuddling her and picking her on the cheek. "Pleased to be here again Jamie" she said back as I battled to stop myself pulling her hard against me, grinding my mouth on hers and shoving my tongue down her throat. We chatted away about nothing much at all on the fifty minute or so drive to hills behind Marbella. I had become increasingly nervous since Sammi had asked 'Can I cum' well in my mind it was spelt that way. The nervousness was reaching a level I had never felt before so I found sensible talk exceedingly difficult. I glanced at Sammi several times and watched the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, the expanse of flesh above the neckline of her top, her bare feet where she had slipped her shoes off; she had painted her toenails white and that made them look for some reason very sexy and the occasional flash of the bare skin of her stomach. She also seemed tense and I wondered and hoped if she was experiencing the same sensations, desires and emotions that I was. Sammi He looked great in beige shorts and a white Polo when I came through from customs. He felt and smelt great when he took me in his arms and kissed me, unfortunately, but understandably as a father and not as I wanted, a lover. And he sounded great as he drove us to the villa we were using; great bit tense and nervous. It was so exciting, romantic and intimate thinking that we were going to a luxurious villa and that we would be alone there as much as we wanted to be over the next few days. As he drove the small car with a manual gear change I kept glancing across at him. I clocked his profile, his tanned, bare legs slightly hairy arms and the curls of dark hair on his chest poking out from the neck of his top. As he changed gear I wanted to put my hand on his and as he drove I had to struggle to stop myself from doing that or even more running my hand up and down his bare leg and onto that mound that had pressed so invitingly against me at my eighteenth. The villa was awesome. It was at the end of a lane with no neighbours and was not overlooked from any direction, just right for topless sunbathing I thought almost giggling as I added 'perhaps bottomless' as well. I felt myself getting warm, and wet as well come to that, when I envisaged dad seeing me naked and imagined us having sex by, ir even more excitingly in the pool. In the way dad told me that he hadn't been to the villa for ages and that generally it was rented out on six month lets, but with the economic problems there were no tenants so it was up for sale. He said he had arranged for someone from his company to stock it with food and booze so we wouldn't have to go shopping or as he put it. "Even go out if we don't want to." That sounded so romantic. We looked round the gorgeous, luxurious place taking in the various downstairs rooms, the massive plasmas that seemed to be everywhere, the sumptuous furnishings and fittings, the large pool and huge patio before dad said. "Come on let's take our stuff up to the bedrooms" as he picked up my bag. Him saying bedrooms actually jarred with me for in my mental meanderings we were sharing as lovers not being parted as father and daughter. James. I was pleased with my choice of villa almost as much as I was nervous about being alone with Sammi potentially for the best part of a week. Sharing a villa with her, sleeping in a bedroom just across a corridor from her, sunbathing and swimming with her and going out to restaurants with her were all such dauntingly arousing actions that I felt those familiar tingles in my balls as westrolled round the place. It didn't get easier as we looked into both bedrooms, viewed the modern, low very wide beds on which I imagined my daughter sprawled naked her legs parted her tits and cunt inviting me. "Gee it really is fab dad" she said as we looked in her room, my gaze and I hoped hers as well being focused on the bed. I put my hand on her shoulder and said. "I am pleased you like it and that you decided to come." As I said that I thought 'Fuck that word again.' I have no idea obviously whether it was the use of that word that triggered something in her or, even if the double entendre registered with her, but she turned to face me, put her arms round my neck and said. "Thanks dad." Involuntarily, I think, my hands went to her hips and rested there. Our faces were close, our eyes were locked, her fingers were in the short hairs on the back on my neck and mine were feeling the womanly softness of her hips through her jeans as she pecked me on the cheek. It was a magic moment. Sammi 'This is it' I was thinking as we stood with my arms round dad's neck and his on my hips looking at each other. "It's gonna happen, he's gonna kiss me.' Whilst my tits were nearly touching his chest, my stomach was pressed against his. Was he squeezing my hips, was that a caress? And was that the movement I had often felt in clubs starting? Was my dad getting hard as he held me? Then he moved away, he parted the clinch, took his hands from my hips and made my arms fall away. We were no longer touching. "I'm going to get a quick shower Sam" he said in rather croaky voice "Ok dad that's fine so will I, get some sun after?" I replied softly thinking I sounded husky. "Yes, yes that'll be fine, good idea" he mumbled walking away and into his bedroom. Going into my room and shutting the door I said probably louder than I intended two words. "Fuck it." James In my bedroom I was shaking with nerves. I couldn't think straight. I was as hard as I could be and my breath was coming in gasps. More and more I was beginning to believe that she was up for it and in my wilder imaginings I felt she might also be encouraging me. And the more I thought that the more I became worried. The mere thought of having sex with her was both incredibly exciting and massively daunting. I was so worried what would happen afterwards if we did make love. I couldn't imagine just fucking her once, she wasn't a one night stand, so what would happen after the first time? Would we become regular lovers? Would it be like an affair, a long-term love affair perhaps and how would I cope with her having a boy-friend, getting engaged or dread of dreads getting married. Incest with your daughter I began to realise wasn't just for now, it was for ever. All these thoughts were whirring round my mind as I undressed and showered. But right now I was confronted with another problem and that was wearing swimming shorts with her. There was no way that I would be able to hide an erection and equally there was no way that I wouldn't get one. What the fuck could I do? Standing in the middle of my bedroom naked with my raging hard on rearing right up my, thankfully still, flat stomach I couldn't even work out how I could get rid of it. I didn't dare have a wank for if she was on then I would have to perform maybe a couple of times and I didn't dare waste one. I didn't know if it would work, but people did say that a cold shower calmed down one's libido. Thankfully it worked for me at the time, but I was still very worried what would happen by the pool. She seemed to take ages, but in some ways that was good. It enabled me to get settled on one of the loungers without her being there so at least I could lie down and turn onto my front if the worst happened. And when she eventually came down I knew that the worst was inevitable. She was just wearing a white bikini and nothing else. No wrap, no sun dress, no towel not even shoes or flip flops. But then I saw she was carrying a straw cowboy hat that she popped onto her head. "Found this in the bedroom dad, ok to wear it?" "Yeah I guess so" I mumbled feeling drunk with desire as I looked at her. The bra cups hardly covered each of her boobs and the top was tied in a bow at the back. The panties could not have been tinier and kept her pubes covered. That suddenly made me wonder what they were like; bushy, trimmed, shaved or a landing strip? Tied with a bow at either side that seemed to be inviting me to pull on it so that they would fall down she looked so extraordinarily sexy that I knew that soon I would have to lie on my front. Sammi Although I had seen dad in his swim shorts loads of time when I walked into the pool area and saw him in the white pair lying on the lounger, my heart seemed to miss a point. He looked fabulous and so absolutely fucking desirable I wanted to peel the ridiculously brief bikini off and leap on him. But I couldn't. How could I do such a thing? How could I risk reading the situation between us completely wrongly? If I was wrong, what the fuck would happen then? As it happened we got through the late afternoon sunbathing and swimming session without incidence. Whoever had stocked the fridge and freezer had done a great job for there really was everything you could wish for. We agreed we'd barbecue steak and eat that with salad and the fresh bread that the same person had left in the kitchen. It's nice being rich I thought as we agreed that we would shower and change and meet in half an hour for as he laughingly put it. "Cocktails on the terrace at eight." I was on time, but dad was already there wearing white, linen shorts and a dark blue, long sleeved shirt with the cuffs rolled up. His hair was still damp and the shirt had probably one button too many undone so that I could see the light covering of hairs on his chest. James "Hi, how are you babe?" I said as Sammi walked onto the patio where the barbecue, dining table and bar were located. Again she looked fantastic, but then I am biased. "Drink?" I asked her. "What you drinking dad?" "Just white wine." "So you have a bottle open?" "Of course." "Then wine for me too thanks" Taking the white Rioja from the vacuum cooler I poured a generous measure into the crystal glass and gave it to her. She was wearing a white top that was really like a singlet. It had very narrow straps across her tanned shoulders that I noticed for the first time were heavily freckled. It was cut quite low and was loose affording me frequent glimpses of her chest and most of both of her boobs for she clearly was not wearing a bra. Her thin blue skirt could hardly have been shorter and there seemed to be masses of her leg flesh on show. As she sat down on a chair next to the glass table and crossed her legs so the skirt slid up until she almost flashed her panties, assuming she was wearing any that is I almost giggled to myself. The mere sight of her, the knowledge that she was not wearing a bra and the thought that she might be commando was enough to excite me; I quickly sat down for the obvious reason. We had finished the bottle before it started getting really dark and the programmed lights came on. Without really getting to grips with its intricacies I had messed around with the sound system and had ended up with a classical music compilation that was mainly Bach and Mozart violin concertos. The combination made for a very romantic atmosphere as I got the barbecue going. Sammi got the salad and we both set the table, agreeing to risk the mossies and eat outside, something we could rarely do in England. "I hope you aren't trying to get me drunk, I know what you property tycoons are like" she said as I refilled her glass with a light red. "And why would I want to do that?" I asked as I sat across the table from her when we had finished the meal and were half way through the red. "Hmmm you never know do you?" She said as I stared at her beautiful face and sexy bodyrealising that our knees had touched a few times under the table. Sammi It was such a fucking romantic, intimate and totally horny atmosphere and situation that I was surprised that I resisted sliding the spaghetti straps of my top off my shoulders and baring my tits to my dad. I wanted to but lacked the courage. I was feeling slightly, but by no means falling over drunk. I was at that stage where I could do anything, knew what I was doing and saying, but was losing my inhibitions. James The wine was getting to me; it does more so recently especially the stronger Spanish reds and I had just opened the second bottle. I was, though, feeling good and enjoying myself and looking at Sammi I thought she was too. I suddenly realised that since I had started my 'mental affair' with my daughter this was the first time we had been drinking together; other than her eighteenth that is and look what happened there. Looking at her, seeing the indentations of her nipples in the thin top, feeling our knees touching now and then, catching glimpses of the swells of her boobs, her shoulders and her legs and having the dirty thoughts about her had their inevitable effect. I started to get hard. And then Sammi hit me with a bombshell of a question. "Can we go in dad, I think I'm getting bitten." 'Fuck I have got to stand up' I thought realising that the thin white shorts would not hide what had grown down there. Sammi I stood up first and looked at him. Dad didn't move. "So can we?" "Sure you don't want to stay a little longer, it's so nice out here." "Nice it may be dad, but I am getting bitten alive, come on" I said grabbing his hand and pulling him up right in front of one of the lights. We both looked at the same thing at the same time; the bulge in his shorts. It was unmissable, big and to me incredibly horny. Our eyes met. He looked distraught and my heart went out to him for I realised how traumatic it must be for a father to get an erection because of his daughter. Without thinking I put my hand on his bare arm and whispered. "It's ok dad." "Is it really Sam?" He asked putting his hand on my bare shoulder. "Yes dad it is honest" I said putting my hand out without thinking and resting it on his hip. James I couldn't believe it, in fact I couldn't believe several things. That I could get an erection, that I had to move, that it was so obvious, that both Sammi's and my eyes were drawn to it and that she said it was ok. "I don't know what to say luv" I managed to stammer the bare skin of Sammi's shoulder feeling wonderful to my hand. Smiling Sammi whispered a part of the old joke. "Well you could say how pleased you are to see me."