5 comments/ 63632 views/ 39 favorites For The Love of My Father Ch. 01 By: LadySugar This is an entirely fictional story of consensual adult incest. If such a topic upsets you then please go somewhere else. * It all started when my sister and I were talking one day. "Why is Dad so protective of you? I wish he was that protective over me!" she said, a hint of jealousy in her voice. "I don't know!" I told her honestly, shrugging. I was 22. My father had always been protective over me, but in the last few years he had become even more so. My mother and father had grown apart, even though they were still married and were still very much a couple. My mother was out all the time working. When she wasn't she would take weekend trips away to see my nan and granddad and my father would often stay at home with us. My two sisters were nearly always out with their boyfriends or their friends and didn't have much time for Dad, but I was always there for him. I don't quite know what it was, but it seemed that all this had brought us closer together. My father and I spent a lot of time together. One day when the rest of the family were out, I was trying on a dress in my room and was just looking at myself in the mirror when my father came in. "Wow!" he said, training his eyes on me. I blushed. "You look really beautiful" he said, coming up behind me, resting his hand on my shoulder. "Your skin is so soft!" he breathed, stroking over my shoulder blade with his hand. "Dad!" I exclaimed as his touch became too sensual, too intimate. His unbearable little touches had me all worked up. For some reason it turned me on, but he shouldn't. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you" he said. He kissed me lightly on the lips. He felt so warm, so loving. He broke away and held my hands in his own. "What a beautiful young lady you have become" he breathed. "Thanks, Dad." My cheeks were flushed. I kissed him back on the cheek and he held me, his hand resting on my back, his fingers moving over the small of my back in little circles. He made me feel so safe. After he had left I stood in front of the mirror and took the dress off. I looked at my naked body in the mirror, staring at all my curves. My eyes moved from my breasts to the dark patch of hair resting on top of my pussy. I was a real woman. I looked at the curve of my hips, my thighs, all the way down to my feet. For some reason my father's gentle touches had sparked something in me. My nipples were hard and I didn't know if it was from his touch or whether maybe I was just a little bit cold. I got dressed and thought nothing more of it. A few weeks went by and my father and I became pretty inseparable. My mother was out a lot as usual so we spent time together talking, watching movies together and reading to each other. I would notice the way that he looked at me while I read to him, perched on the edge of the sofa or upstairs in the study. He was always interested in what I had to say and what I was doing. In the evenings he would kiss me goodnight on the lips, ever so softly, his hand under my chin. I would go to my room and think about "The Goodnight Kiss" as I would call it. I liked it but sometimes wondered if I liked it too much. One night, on my way to bed, we met in the hallway. "I'm going to bed Dad." I told him, clutching the book that I had taken from the study. He held out his hand and I showed him the book. "Psychoanalysis, eh?" he looked at me sharply and gave me the book back. "Goodnight Dad." "Goodnight precious" he said, staring at me. I moved close to him, putting my hand on his shoulder and planted a soft kiss on his lips, however I lingered slightly longer than I probably should have done. I kissed him again, more insistently and felt him freeze. He pulled away from me, taking my hand off of his shoulder and stared at me, a shocked look on his face. Without speaking he turned and carried on down the hallway, not looking back. For the next couple of days we did not kiss goodnight. He was always working in his study, and whenever I entered to say I was going to bed he would say "sweet dreams" without looking up at me. Disheartened, I would go to bed. One night I got fed up of all this 'not talking' business and strode into the study. "Dad I'm going to bed!" I told him impatiently. He looked up and saw that I didn't look very happy. "What's wrong, princess?" he frowned, standing up in front of me. "You haven't said goodnight to me for days!" I told him, looking directly at him. "Oh sweetheart I'm sorry, I've been ever so wrapped up in my work" he wrapped his arms around me and held me close. "Kiss me goodnight?" I asked in a tiny voice. He looked at me and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips, so I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, not breaking the kiss. I kissed him back tenderly, trying to explain to him wordlessly my deepest, darkest suspicions about how he felt about me. Eventually he could resist no more. I felt him kiss me on the lips firmer, more passionately as he gave into his instinctive desire, his hand caressing my face as we moved closer to one another, touching, feeling, being. It seemed like we kissed for such a long time. Eventually we broke apart but he held onto me, drawing himself closer to me. "Precious one," he said. "I love you so much." I stared at him and his eyes shined back into mine. "Dad, what are we doing?" I asked him intently. I wanted to know how he felt. It suddenly became extremely important to me on another level. A very different level than before. "I...I don't know. Do you hate me for wanting you? I'm so sorry Diana, so sorry precious." He looked so sad. Tears were welling up in his eyes. I had rarely seen my father cry. "Dad?" I spoke, taking his face in my hands, looking up at him steadily. "Dad, you don't understand...I feel the same" I confessed. "I want you too. I've wanted you for a while now, like this. I know that it's wrong but every time you touch me it makes me..." I trailed off for a moment. I noticed that he was looking at me intently. "...It makes me FEEL" I said finally. I didn't know what else to say. I remained silent. "Why do you think that is?" he asked me gently. "Is it the way I treat you? Is it something that I have done? Is there something that I don't know about?" "No!" I reassured him. "You have done nothing wrong. You are a wonderful father." "I just don't understand it" he pondered. "We just can't let this become reality." "I know" I said wistfully. "Dad, I'm happy with the way that things are now. Let's just leave it at that, maybe we just should leave things as they are and these...feelings will go away over time." But they didn't. Things got progressively more...interesting, shall we say, but confusing at the same time. My father and I had a silent relationship which became more and more nonsensical. There were emotions running under the surface of our outward characters and I wondered how long it would take before they would come to surface. I suppose you could say it was only a matter of time. One day, about eight weeks later I went into the study upstairs to return a book I had borrowed of my fathers. It was an open study for us all and I spent a lot of time in there reading late at night. It was ten o'clock and I slowly walked in, book in hand. I walked past one bookshelf to the second and slipped the book back into its rightful place. I heard footsteps behind me and I knew that it was my father. I turned round and looked up at him and suddenly he was in such close proximity to me. I inhaled and he smelled so good. Like home. He moved closer to me and kissed me suddenly, feverishly, an action that took me by surprise. I let him kiss me and all of a sudden I felt myself responding. We kissed heatedly, his weight pushing me back against the bookcase. His fingers wrapped in my hair, I felt his hard on pressing up against me. I gasped as he kissed down my neck, feeling the pressure of his mouth on my skin. It was only when I moved against his hardness that he pulled away, his hands still in my hair. He stared into my eyes. "I can't resist you, you know that don't you?" he told me softly, searching my eyes as if I would have an answer. I just stared back at him soulfully. We heard the front door slam. "Jesus!" he muttered, pulling away from me. He squeezed my hand and left the room, leaving the door ajar. I stared after him, open mouthed. I was temporarily stunned. My mother was home. My mother was home! Why did this business all seem to be so intense and unpredictable? Intense was the right word for it. These feelings I had developed for my father went far beyond anything I could have previously imagined. To have thought of such a thing years ago, I would have shook my head in disbelief, amazed that someone could have such feelings for a family member. But I was in that situation now, and oh, did that change things. You never think such a thing could possibly happen until it happens to you. I sat in my room, contemplating these ideas running through my mind. I decided that I wanted to finish what we had started in the study. At the weekend, my mother went to visit her own mother, which is over a hundred miles away. My father told her he would prefer to stay behind and get some work done over the weekend and she had told him that was fine with her. My mother has always been quite a solitary person. She isolates herself a lot. Doesn't mind doing things on her own and seems to prefer it, actually. Saturday night. The house was empty apart from my father and I. Since my mother had left we had pretty much avoided each other. I think he was avoiding me for the very same reason I found it easier to avoid him: these feelings were too strong to simply sit down and have a proper conversation with each other without...well. My sisters were out for the night with friends. The atmosphere was perfect for my plan. We said a brief goodnight as usual, no touching. I retreated to my room to wait for a few minutes. Once I had heard him enter his room I quickly got changed into something more slinky. I put on a thin slip, which I think was a little too on the seductive side to be innocent. I took a deep breath and crept down the hallway. I was so nervous I could feel myself shaking slightly. But I had to go through with it. I needed to. I needed to know. I knocked and then opened the door quickly. He was sitting on the edge of the bed taking his socks off. I approached the bed. He stared at me in surprise. "Sweetheart what are you doing here?" he asked. I moved toward him. I stood in front of him in my slip, one strap had dropped from my shoulder exposing my creamy flesh. He looked at me, really looked at me. "Please, I'm not going to bed until I kiss you goodnight" I told him. He stared at me silently. I stood in front of him, feeling his eyes on me, taking me in. I moved closer to him so that he was looking up at me as his eyes travelled up my body to look into my eyes. I moved my lips to his and kissed him, my mouth open, wanting more of him. I felt him respond, kissing me back hard, bringing his hands to my hair as he held my face to his, kissing me passionately. I had never felt anything like it, I could feel the need in him growing as I ran my hands over his body, moving down to stroke my hand over his boxers. I felt him, so stiff and ready and it made me want him even more, my nervousness slowly ebbing away. I dropped to my knees. "Take them off" I asked him. He looked at me, his eyes wide. He paused a minute before slipping them off, and they pooled on the floor around his ankles. I pulled them off and threw them aside. I held his shaft in my hand, feeling his length and girth under my palm, trying to gauge his reaction. I moved my head closer to him and, while I looked up into his eyes, slowly began to lick along his length, coating him with my saliva as I did. He looked at me, partly in shock, partly in arousal. I knew he wanted it. I licked the tip of his cock, flicking my tongue over its head before licking long strokes up the underside once again before gradually taking him into my mouth, parting my lips wider to move all the way down his shaft. The moment I felt my lips kiss the base of his cock I felt my cunt quake in approval, I ached so much inside. I stayed there a moment, just feeling him in my mouth before moving back and forth along his cock. I moved away momentarily to run my tongue over his balls, licking them as I ran my hand up and down his cock, applying firm pressure as I bathed him in my saliva lovingly. I moved to kiss his throbbing phallus again, taking him back into my mouth, my tongue flicking the underside of his cock as I moved back and forth on him, taking him deep into my mouth. He ran his hands over my shoulders as I worked my mouth on him, faster, faster...until I could feel him tense up, ready to shoot his load into my welcoming throat. "I'm going to come" he told me urgently as I continued moving back and forth on his shaft, waiting to feel the first stream of his cum hit my tongue. He came in bursts, and I could feel his hot liquid running into my mouth and down my throat. It felt amazing having him like this. I stayed there until he became soft in my mouth, as I moved up toward him he held my head and kissed me hard, his tongue seeking mine, bringing me onto his thigh as I clung to his waist. "My beautiful Diana" he murmured to me. He enveloped me in his arms, squeezing me tight as I laid my head on his shoulder, shutting my eyes. We stayed like that for a while, with him just holding me. I began to stand up, but he held my wrist firmly, but careful not to hurt me. "Stay here. Stay here with me tonight. Sleep next to me" he asked, his eyes shining. I smiled and nodded, kissing his forehead, caressing his face with my hand. He lay down on the bed and I lay beside him, pulling the quilt up to my waist. He looked at me, running his hand over the soft silk of my slip. "Must you have this on to sleep?" he asked, his finger tugging on one of the straps gently. I looked at him. He looked at me. I smiled at him and stood back up, pulling the slip from over my head, my back to him. I turned back round sideways to get into bed, and he stared at me. I could feel his eyes roving over my breasts with their red, hard nipples down to the short triangle of curls between my hips. I lay back down on the bed quickly, and he leant over me, bringing his hand to my waist, up between my breasts to my neck, touching me as softly as a whisper over silk. That's when he had me. He brought his face to mine and kissed me, his hand caressing my breast, then stroking circles around my nipple, kissing down my neck, bringing his mouth to my nipples. When I felt him begin to lick my nipples I was in heaven. I was becoming even wetter as he moved from one to the other, sucking on them gently, tugging on them ever so slightly, drawing them out into his mouth as he ran his hand down my belly to the top of my pubic mound through the triangle of curls there, moving down to cup my pussy in his palm, eliciting a moan from me as I moved my hips up to press my sex against his hand. He stroked my pussy and found my wetness coating one of his fingers. Feeling him touch me there was like there was electricity flowing between us as he gently probed my cunt, slicking his fingers in my juice. We kissed as he stroked his fingers between my parted labia, bringing his hand up to my face for us to taste together as we kissed, my own essence turning me on even more. He kissed down my belly, across my hips, up the soft flesh of my inner thighs before kneeling between my legs and planting a kiss on my mound. I moaned as I felt his lips make contact with my pussy for the first time. I felt his lower lip graze my clit and I gasped, throwing my head back. I felt his hands underneath my thighs and that made me feel safe, opening up to him for him to probe deeper. He licked my outer lips before moving further, teasing my labia under his tongue as he felt every inch of my pussy. He plunged his tongue into my pink insides, drinking from me as if trying to milk my life essence from me. He moved up to cradle my clit with his tongue, licking around my sensitive bud lovingly, flicking it, nibbling it as I moaned, kissing it. He then began to lick my clit more firmly, stroking over me, tongueing me to the very brink. I could feel my orgasm building, he felt so amazing between my legs. It was exquisite knowing that it was him, the man I knew I really wanted. The man that made me shiver in ecstasy, breaking out in goose bumps every time he brushed his hands over my skin. His swift, direct strokes to my clit were too much to bear. I knew I was about to come. "Dad...ohhh!" I cried as he took me over the edge, never straying from my clit as my hips bucked toward him. I was in heaven as he focused all his attention on my very centre, caressing my ass with his hands. When I relaxed, he took my clit between his lips and kissed it, a firm kiss that made me jump. I looked down and smiled at him as he nuzzled his face into my pussy. I touched his hand lightly with my face and he looked up at me. "Come here" I asked him, sitting up, reaching out to him. He moved further up the bed and sat next to me, enveloping me in his arms, kissing my forehead tenderly. "Diana. My darling Diana" he whispered into my hair, holding me tight. I buried my head into his chest, stroking his back, feeling his broad shoulders as he held me. Eventually we faced each other, and he looked into my eyes warmly. "I love you Diana. You know that don't you?" he asked. "Yes, I do." I moved under the covers, motioning for him to join me. He slipped under the quilt and pulled it up over both of us, bringing me into his arms once again. I snuggled up close to him and felt so comforted and warm. He caressed me lovingly until I fell asleep in his arms, my head on the crook of his shoulder. When I awoke he was stroking my hair gently. "Good morning beautiful!" he said, smiling at me. I smiled at him back and gave him a kiss on the lips. "So what time do you think the girls will all be back?" I asked him. "Your sisters never come home until this afternoon at least so we are okay, your mother won't be in until the afternoon either." He stretched out, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I sat and thought for a minute. "Dad, would you ever make love to me?" I asked him, my hand in his. He looked up at me, and I saw pain in his eyes. "I don't know if I can...it's not that I don't want to, you know that don't you?" he asked, gripping my hands in his, searching my eyes for emotion. "I was just asking. So you do want to then?" I pushed him. He looked into my eyes. "If you want the truth, yes." I nodded and lay down, thinking, worrying. He sensed my tension and leant over me and stroked my face. "Your mother..." he didn't finish. I just lay there as he stroked my face and hair, examining me. "You are truly one of mine, aren't you" he murmured. "More so than the others. I always thought that you were the most like me." "I don't want you to love me just because I look like you and you think I'm yours!" I told him solemnly. "I don't. I want you because...you're different. I love the person you are, Diana. I see this woman that you have become and I like her. I like this funny little woman who makes me smile and has all her own ideas and her own creativity. Even if you weren't mine, I think I would still feel the same" he whispered. I glanced at him and he was looking at me again solemnly. I lifted my mouth up slightly, my head still on the bed and he leant down and kissed me. His kisses were pure heaven. We kissed until we were breathless, and even then we didn't stop. I could feel him pressing between my thighs and it made me want him so much. "I wish I could make love to you, Diana" he whispered. For The Love of My Father Ch. 01 We heard a car door slam outside and we jumped up off the bed. My father drew the curtains to glance outside. "It's just next door!" he said, relieved. I laughed. "I had better get going, shouldn't I, Dad?" I smiled at him. "Yes, you should really. Run along precious. Try not to get too wet in the shower" he winked at me. I bounded along to take a shower with a spring in my step. My mother and sisters got back that afternoon and everything seemed to go back to normal, but my father and I were still tense, sharing stolen glances, looking at each other whenever the others were engrossed in something or other. Things really built up that week. I was upstairs when I heard my mother and father having an argument. "You're never at home. The girls need you. I need you" my father was telling her. I put my head to my door and listened. "There are some things that are very important. You know my parents expect a lot of me" my mother answered back. "Why, because you married the man that they didn't like?" I heard him exclaim. "I don't see you trying to make peace with them" my mother retorted. "How has that ever been possible when they ignore me with a vengeance whenever I go there with you!" "Look, Kevin. I have a lot on my plate that doesn't include you!" "Well then what's the point in us?" "Sometimes I don't know" I heard my mother answer. I was shocked. I couldn't believe that my mother could say such a thing to my father. I felt tears stinging my eyes and closed them momentarily, trying to compose myself. I knew that things between my parents weren't ideal, but I never thought that it would get to this. "Whenever I've needed you or the girls have needed you, you have never been here. You put everything before your family. What about me? What do you expect me to do when you are never here?" I heard my father ask her. Everything after that was muffled. I lay my back against my bedroom door and sighed. My mother was due to leave for a business trip on the Friday and to be honest I couldn't wait for her to be gone. That Friday my mother packed her bags in her car and left for her trip. My sisters were going out that night and wouldn't be home all weekend, which was nothing new. They spent half the time at their boyfriends. When my mother left, my father and I sighed. He looked relieved. "We shall live to fight another day, eh?" he said, smiling at me nervously. "Yeah, come on, who needs anything else but a weekend away?" I said in my mother's genteel tone. He laughed and I grinned at him. We went inside and had lunch, which was a lot more relaxed than recent weeks, and I retreated to my room, my father to the study. That night we sat and watched an experimental film together. I was hooked on all the bright colours and the beauty of the incandescent background. Once it had finished I looked at my father. "Beautiful, isn't it?" I asked him. He nodded. I moved closer to him and wrapped my arms round him, kissing his cheek. I suddenly had an idea. "Dad, stay down here and when I call you come upstairs, ok?" "Sure, sweetie" he replied incredulously. I ran upstairs and stripped to my underwear, putting the dress on that I knew he liked on me. I opened the door to my parents room and jumped on the bed. "Dad?" I called out. I heard his footsteps on the stairs, coming down the hallway. He entered the doorway and stared at me. I stood up. "What do you think?" I asked, twirling around. "You know what I think, Diana!" he took me in his arms and suddenly we were kissing, our mouths entwined as he embraced me. We kissed steamily until he cupped my face in his hands, gazing at me. "I want to make love to you, Diana. I would give my heart and soul to" he confessed, staring into my eyes. "Dad make love to me, please make love to me!" I asked him, stroking his face with my hand. He brought his hand up to cover mine, bringing his face closer to mine and I kissed him passionately. We kissed meaningfully for a long time and I could feel myself getting wet between my legs. He stroked my nipples through the fabric of my dress. "Take it off. I want to hold you in my arms naked for a while" he instructed me. I got up and he did the same, taking off all his clothes and sitting back on the bed. I sat on his lap and felt his hardness pressing up against my pussy and my stomach between us, but he was in no hurry. He held me tightly against him and I began to relax in his embrace. It made me feel better about the whole situation just to be like this with my father beforehand and feel comfortable. It banished any fears I previously had, but the anticipation was still there. All the pent up feelings I had for my father were still inside me running deep, and they were so strong. He held me close to him until I settled comfortably and began to rub myself against him. "Daddy I want you. I want you inside me" I told him. He lifted my head with his hand. "Oh precious, I've wanted to be inside you for so long. I want to be inside you more than I've ever wanted to be inside anyone!" he declared as he kissed me, gently easing me back on the bed, holding me securely in his firm grip. I relaxed further as I felt my back hit the mattress, feeling his lips kissing down my neck, his hardness stroking up against my leg. He lavished attention on my breasts, kissing them and licking them and sucking them until I was writhing around on the bed. I was so wet I didn't think I could stand it anymore. "Dad, now!" I begged, drawing his face to mine with my hand. I stared into his eyes as he penetrated me, thrusting into my depths for the first time, feeling the woman that he had made. Feeling him inside me was amazing. The immense eroticism of my fantasies was only confirmed when I finally felt him inside me, thrusting deeper into me, the man that had made all this possible. I loved him fiercely and he knew I did, he was the only man I wanted inside my pussy making me feel like this. Only my father could do this to me, and he did it well. I moaned as he had sex with me, squeezing my muscles around his cock encouragingly, he filled my pussy so perfectly. I nibbled his shoulder as he thrust into me again and again. I was moaning with pleasure as he gently bit my throat, kissing it firmly as our bodies rose and fell, writhing together. "Oh, oh, I'm coming precious, I'm coming!" he groaned as he began to come inside me, I could feel his hot liquid flooding my pussy, its warmth coating my insides. It was all too much for me and I began to quake around his cock in ecstasy, coming all over his cock. Feeling him come inside me was earth shattering. Once I felt him come inside me I wanted it again, and again, and again. We stayed like that for some time, just being close. It had overwhelmed both of us. I wondered if we would ever be able to do this again. Whether it would keep us close together, or drive us apart. To be continued... For The Love of My Father Ch. 02 This is an entirely fictional father/daughter love story of consensual adult incest. If such a topic upsets you then please go somewhere else. This is the continuation of the story "For The Love of My Father". Please read Part 1 before continuing or else it may not make complete sense. Thank you! "Come on Sweetheart, we had better get up" my father spoke softly, stroking my arm. I nodded, swinging my feet out of bed but he held me close in his arms, pressing up against my back. "I love you Diana" he told me. "Oh Dad, I love you too" I turned around and knelt on the bed, cuddling him tight in my arms. "I must go now" told him gently. I left my father's bed and walked quickly to the bathroom, feeling our mingling juices running down my thighs. I turned on the shower and felt my father come in behind me. I felt him touch my skin, his hand moving down my back. "Diana...we must be careful of your sisters...they mustn't think that you have changed...you look so radiant." I turned to look at him. "Dad, you mustn't worry, I'm not going to say anything. I never would." I got into the shower and threw my head back, the water running over my hair and shoulders. He watched me before leaving, shutting the bathroom door behind him. When I finally got out of the shower I wandered to my room and got dressed. I went downstairs into the living room where my father sat and he looked at me happily. I smiled at him and we sat and talked for hours. My older sister finally barged through the door, muttering about one of her friends. "Hey Miranda" "Hey" she put her bag down and sighed, half-heartedly trying to hold her keys between her teeth while shutting the door. I jumped up and helped her with her bag while she shut the door and we took everything into the kitchen. My father went upstairs, probably to take a shower before my mother returned. The next few days were a blur. I went to work, went home again, listened to my mother – usually on the phone complaining about something whenever she was indoors, or watching television. I listened to my sisters rant and rave about tedious matters that made my head spin, and watched my father quietly try to make sense of things, usually going to the study to read in peace and quiet, like me. Only now I sat in the corner of the study while he would sit at his desk. We daren't get any closer to each other because I think we were both worried about the consequences if we did. One day I got home and noticed that only my father was home. His car was on the drive. My mother must be working late, I thought to myself. I got indoors, threw my bag down and sat on the sofa, drawing my legs close to me as I sat and pondered over what to do. I didn't know whether to go and see my father and announce my presence, or stay put. I decided on the latter. I heard footsteps on the stairs, and realised that he had heard me enter the house. "I heard you come in" he said softly, standing behind me. I sat with my hands clasped, looking down at my feet. "I missed you" he confessed. "I missed you too" I paused before continuing. I just had so many mixed feelings. "What we are doing is so wrong" I told him weakly, shaking my head. "I know. I just don't know what to do about it." "I don't want to hurt Mum" I said, placing my head in my hands. "It's not you she would kill, it's me" he told me, placing his hand upon my shoulder. "Not your fault." "It's my fault too." "No. I should know better" he added bitterly. "I'm sorry" tears began to fall down my cheeks, and I wiped them away quickly. "Sweetheart" he knelt down in front of me and kissed my cheeks, looking concerned. "I love you. And I can't help wanting you. Don't you feel the same?" "Of course I do. I don't want it to stop either." I placed my hands in his and instinctively placed my hand on his cheek, kissing it firmly. We stared at each other, before I leant down and kissed him on the lips passionately, his arms enveloping me as I kissed him. "Take me to bed Daddy" I moaned into his mouth. He shuddered, moving away to look me in the eyes. "You want this, don't you?" he asked me seriously. "Yes." "Let me take you to bed then, sweetness. I want to look after my beautiful girl." I nodded and he squeezed my hands, taking me with him to the bedroom. I felt my excitement build as we walked up the stairs. I couldn't believe we were doing this. My mother and sisters were out and even though it would be hours until they got back, I still felt it was a risk. A risk that was quite dangerous. What if my mother came home? Anything could happen. It only added to my nerves and he noticed. We sat down on the bed and he began kissing me. He could feel me shaking. "Diana, are you okay?" he stroked my arm. "Is there anything wrong?" "I'm worried about them coming home." "You mean your mother, don't you?" I nodded. "If I thought there was any chance..." he trailed off. I placed my hand on his thigh and he looked at me. "Kiss me Daddy" I murmured. He suddenly pressed his mouth to mine and kissed me forcefully. I moved my hand further up his leg and felt his hardness underneath his trousers. He groaned. "Take off your clothes sweetheart. Please." I stood up in front of him and unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my breasts to him, which were in line with his face. I slipped off my skirt and he moved his hands behind me to caress my ass as he pressed his face to the front of my French knickers and inhaled my scent, nuzzling his nose into the crotch of my underwear. He kissed my pussy through the thin material and I let out a tiny cry. I looked down at him and noticed that my nipples were as hard as diamonds, begging to be touched. I held his hands and guided them to my breasts, shuddering as I felt him touch me. "You are beautiful" he murmured. I readjusted my body, wrapping my legs around him, sitting on top of him. I unbuttoned his shirt, and in my frustration accidentally ripped the bottom button off of the material. I just wanted to get to him. I pressed myself up against his naked chest, feeling his body, my hands moving to his strong shoulders, feeling his shoulder blades under the tough skin of his back with my fingertips. I pushed him back onto the bed and lay on top of him, running my tongue over his lips and nipping his lower lip with my teeth, pushing my hips down onto his erection. "I want you...I want you now" I told him wilfully. I needed to feel him inside me. I stood up and unzipped his trousers, pulling them off of his hips and throwing them aside onto the floor with his boxers. His member stood proud and firm and I could feel my pussy was wet. I wanted to show him how much. I sat on top of him, my pussy landing squarely over his cock, hugging his shaft between my lips as I moved my hips back and forth. The wetness of my pussy was coating him in my juices and it felt so pleasurable to me as I stroked him with my sex. "Daddy...Daddy do you want to be inside me?" I cooed, leaning over him. "Baby, you don't know how much." I lowered myself onto his engorged shaft, feeling my walls hug him as he entered me. I began to move back and forth on his cock, riding him as he watched me, my hair falling about my face, throwing my head back as I let out a deep, guttural moan. I rocked back and forth on him while he groaned, watching my body move. I felt so full on top of him, taking him all like this. All of a sudden I felt a pain inside as I moved on top of him. I gasped, gripping his sides in pain. "What is it baby?" "Too deep, it hurts!" "Shh" he sat up and held me. He eased me into a sitting position up against the wall. "Sit back with your legs spread and push your hips up. Then you can move away if it feels too tender. Okay sweetie?" "Okay" I sat up with my back against the wall, thrusting my hips forward, my pussy exposed to him. "Please, Daddy, I need it now!" He knelt between my legs, cupping my ass and pulling my hips up so that he could penetrate me. He saw that I was a little nervous so with his other hand he slowly stroked his cock over my slit tenderly. It felt so erotic having him stroke himself between my legs. The pre-cum oozing out of the head of his cock covered my clit as he swept his cock up and down my slit. Looking down and seeing our sticky juices covering my cunt made me so hot. "Mmm, Daddy I love watching you do that" "Do you want it inside you baby?" "Mmm-Hmm!" He penetrated me, moving his hands to cup my ass securely, lifting me up to meet his thrusts. I stared at his cock moving in and out of me and watched his reaction. It was beautiful. "You are so wet sweetheart" he breathed as he thrust inside me, gripping me firmly as I held my arms out and wrapped them around his waist. I loved feeling my snug opening hugging his shaft. "I want to come deep inside you Diana" he whispered. "I was made for you Daddy" I stared up into his eyes solemnly. He smiled. "I'm going to come in a minute, sweetheart." He looked at me meaningfully as if to ask permission. "Come inside me Daddy, I want to feel you come inside me" I coaxed him as he approached his orgasm. I felt how good it was having him sliding in and out of my pussy like this. His hands kept my hips tilted up at an angle towards him and I knew that his seed would travel deep inside my womb. I felt so exposed, so open to him as he worked his magic on me, causing my pussy to spasm involuntarily as he thrust deeper. "Oh Jesus, Diana I'm coming, oh god!" He moaned as he began to come inside me, his balls pressed up against me hard as I felt his warm cum flooding my very centre. I held onto his ass as he pressed me up against him, moulded together with the very body that made me. I felt so safe. So warm. He leant down and I kissed him hard. "We are going to have to get up, but I really don't want to" I told him soberly. "Go and lie down on your bed sweetie, I'll come and tuck you in. Then you can relax without having to see your Mum and sisters tonight." He stroked my hair and kissed me on the head, smiling. I got up and walked to my room quickly. All I wanted was to lie down, and if I carried on standing up I was going to have to go and take a shower, when all I really wanted to do was sleep. Dad tucked me up in bed after he got dressed, lingering as long as he could before my mother returned home. We heard a car outside and he touched my face before he left, giving me a knowing look before he shut the door. I closed my eyes and pulled the covers up over my head. We didn't get to see each other alone again for a couple of days. I hadn't felt too well anyway. I had been feeling sick. There were a lot of colds going about and I was hoping that I wasn't going to come down with anything. The next time I found myself in the house alone with him, it was six in the evening and my mother wouldn't be back until nine. I sat down on the sofa in the living room and was reading for quite a while when my father came down the stairs. When he entered I could feel the tension in the room. The atmosphere changed, as if there were an electric current flowing between us. He knelt down in front of me where I was sitting. "...Baby?" he called me softly, putting his hand over mine, stroking me. I looked up into his eyes and he gazed at me lovingly. He leant down and planted a kiss on my lips, warm and promising. I stood up and he kissed me again. I felt as if I were melting into his arms. By the time we got upstairs we were pawing at each other. I could feel myself responding to his touch. His hands cupped my breasts, fondling my nipples like silk and I could feel I was getting really wet between my legs. By the time he put his mouth on me I was literally crying, I wanted him inside me so much. He tantalised and teased the soft flesh of my nipples under his mouth until my legs buckled and I fell back onto the bed. "Daddy..." I moaned as he ripped my skirt and underwear off. He pushed my thighs apart and kissed me firmly on my pussy. "Such a beautiful little cunt" he murmured as he began to lick me, parting me further with his tongue and plunging it inside me as far as it could go. He deftly licked me all over before concentrating on my clit, driving me wild with desire as he lapped at my pink bud, his experienced tongue taking me to places I had never been before. "You make me so hot Daddy" I moaned. I felt his fingers slip inside me, exploring my smooth walls, dipping into my wetness as he licked me. "Daddy's pretty little pussy" he murmured through my folds as he ate me. I could feel my pleasure building as he licked me affectionately. I knew I was about to explode. "Daddy...Daddy!" I cried out as my orgasm overtook me, grabbing onto him as I came, pressing my cunt up against his mouth, feeling the response of my body as I shuddered. I had gotten so wet that my juice had soaked the bed underneath me. He kissed my pussy once more before I spoke to him. "Daddy, I need you inside me now!" I moaned. He moved above me, stroking his cock, lowering himself down on me. "Do you really want your Daddy inside you?" "Yes!" He penetrated me in one quick thrust, causing me to cry out as we consummated our love, kissing passionately as I moaned into his mouth. He kissed down my neck and over my shoulders, nipping the skin there ever so gently as I nibbled his strong shoulders, holding onto him, pushing back on him as he thrust into me over and over. "Yes Daddy, yes..." I whimpered as I felt how deep he was, how content it made me feel. Stretching me wide open for our pleasure. We grabbed handfuls of each other, never quite being able to get enough. I was filled with pure ecstasy. His cock sliding in and out of me was utter bliss, and I couldn't stop myself from moaning. I knew that it was dangerous, but I didn't care. It was as if we couldn't help it, even. All I knew was that I needed to be here with him, like this, with his cock in my pussy making me feel like heaven. I felt the muscles of his stomach clench against my own with each thrust of his hips. My hair was matted underneath me, one of his hands entwined in my dark locks as his thrusts sent tremors through my body. "I'm going to come, baby girl" he panted. I could feel him tense up, rocking into me, pumping his semen deep into my pussy, his large body convulsing above me as I moaned, gripping him tighter. He held me close, wrapping his arms around me as we lay silently, our breathing slowing from the ragged, post orgasmic bliss we were experiencing. "God, Diana...that was amazing" he finally spoke. I smiled and he kissed my forehead, stroking my skin. We must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew he was shaking me. I heard the door slam downstairs. "Diana...your mother's home!" he whispered urgently, the panic creeping into his voice as he jumped up and threw his clothes on that were on the floor. I leapt up in alarm, grabbing my clothes and putting them on as quickly as I could. I ran downstairs to greet my mother while my father sorted things out in their bedroom. I flew down the steps and stopped halfway down, walking the rest of the way in case she noticed something was amiss. I walked to the kitchen while she was hanging her coat up and grabbed a cookie from the jar on the kitchen counter, eating a mouthful of it as she came through the doorway. "Hey Mum, what's up?" I greeted her with my mouth half full. "Just the usual" she sighed. She put her bags down on the counter and bustled about, putting things away. I jumped up to help her. While passing something to her to put in the cupboard, she raised her eyebrow at me questioningly. "Your buttons are done up wrong, you missed a button" she pointed out. "Oh, yeah you're right" I shrugged and helped her with the rest of the foodstuffs. She didn't ask again. If it had of been one of my sisters she would have suspected something, but with me she just thinks that I'm clumsy. My father approached me in the hallway upstairs later on that evening, when I was going to bed. My hand was on the top of the staircase and he placed his hand over mine protectively. "We pulled it off, baby." "Yes, but today was way too close. We can't live like this, Dad. It's too risky." I moved to walk past him but he looked at me in such a way that I stopped. "Look, Ill figure something out. We shall speak about this soon, when everyone else is out, okay?" he looked at me sharply. "Okay. Goodnight Dad." I gave him a quick peck on the lips and he smiled. He made me feel so special. I woke up the next morning feeling nauseous. I walked to the bathroom and no sooner than I did I threw up. I went over what I had eaten the day before, and put it down to the cookies I ate last night. I do eat junk sometimes. It's hard to describe how I felt towards my father. Enraptured. Irresistibly drawn, even. I felt awful about deceiving my mother. I knew that she wasn't always around for my father and sisters and hadn't exactly been the best mother in the world but I felt like what we were doing was incredibly wrong, yet it felt so right. How on earth can it feel right having your Dad inside you? I was really torn. I didn't know whether to tell my Dad we had to stop, and feel devastated, or to carry on, even though we could possibly get caught. I decided I had to think about what to do. One night that week I went downstairs to get a glass of milk. It was past midnight and everyone was in bed. I heard someone enter the kitchen behind me and spun around to be met by my father, his finger on his lips. "Dad...?" "Shh, sweetheart it's just me. I heard you get up and go downstairs." He came towards me and held me in his arms, inhaling my scent, burying his face in my hair. "Dad I don't know if I can do this anymore." He didn't speak, he just held me tightly. After a minute or two he spoke. "I can't let you go, sweetheart. I need you" he argued. I sighed and wrapped my arms around him. "How can we go on like this? Somehow they will know!" I explained to him fearfully. "I don't know what I would do without you now, Diana. I don't want to be with your mother. I want to be with you. I don't want anyone else, I don't need anything else. All I want is you." I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. I had never been in this situation before. I had always been content on my own. Now I was being given an opportunity – an opportunity to be with a man who just wanted me, and nothing else. How many people can have that ideal? I wanted to be with him. But how on earth could I be when he was already married to my mother? It made no sense at all. "What about Mum?" "I'll get a divorce." "Dad!" the tears stung my eyes as I removed myself from his grasp and left the kitchen, leaving my glass of milk on the side, forgotten. I didn't know how to handle this. I was 22. I had never anticipated my parents divorcing. I knew that they weren't on the best terms, but I had never thought that I could possibly be the reason to warrant a divorce. I sat and cried silently in my room. I wanted my father so much but I didn't want to hurt my mother. I didn't want my parents to split up; yet I knew I couldn't be with him all the while he was married to my mother. This was more than I could take. I decided I would sleep on it and see how I felt the next day. I wrapped myself up in my covers and fell into an empty, dreamless sleep. The next morning I felt sick again, and promptly refused to do anything for two hours. I sat around with a cup of tea while my mother, father and sisters got ready for work. "What's wrong with you?" my sister Miranda asked. I just shrugged. "Don't know. I'm going soon." "You had better. You'll get fired!" For The Love of My Father Ch. 02 "No I won't. I'm up hours before you, Miranda!" My sister grinned and gave me a hug, which I returned gratefully. "See you later, yeah?" "Yeah." My father looked over at me, concerned. He looked like he was going to say something, but then changed his mind. "Bye, Diana." "Bye, Dad." I watched him leave the house quietly. How I hated seeing him go like this, when we hadn't spoken since the night before in the kitchen. I went upstairs to get showered and dressed before I went to work. For the rest of the day I tried to put my father out of my mind, but what he had said kept recurring in my mind. I could tell that he really loved me. He said he was prepared to give everything up for me and I didn't doubt him. But could I live with it? Could I turn on my sisters, my own mother? The thought brought tears to my eyes. A few days later we met in the kitchen again, after dark. My father placed his hand over mine, drawing closer to me. "I want you." "I know. I want you too." I faced him and kissed him passionately. I sat on the kitchen counter and he stood between my legs, my face in his hands. He kissed me readily, pressing himself up against me, wanting more. "..We can't!" I whispered, wide eyed. I meant it. My mother and sisters were sleeping upstairs! He stared at me and I saw the lust in his eyes. I felt all the pent up frustration pressing up between my legs. "Fuck it!" I thought to myself. We needed each other. We needed each other now. I undid his trousers and he lifted my nightdress, exposing me. "Yes baby. Give yourself to me." I stared up at him as he parted my legs wider, stroking his cock up and down my slit. I was, in every sense, slightly nervous. I couldn't believe that we were doing this. He kissed me as he slid in between my wet lips and stifled a moan escaping from my mouth. My eyes opened in shock and he willed me to silence with his eyes. I took his t shirt off and bit into the skin of his shoulder softly as he fucked me, whispering to me, telling me how precious I was. I willed myself into silence, numbed by the pressing fact that my family, who raised me, were upstairs asleep. The next morning I got up, feeling slightly better but my stomach was still churning. I must be so nervous that it was really affecting me physically! My mother nudged my in the kitchen while she was preparing to leave the house. "You look pale" she commented. "Do I?" "Yes, you look a little peaky. It's all that walking about you do at night when you should be in bed." I almost jumped out of my skin. She knew! I couldn't believe it! She knew all the time that I had been going downstairs at night just to think, my head spinning. But what about my father? Surely she must have realised that he was absent from bed. Or did she? She used to wear eye patches to sleep. Did she still do it? I had no idea. The thought of her knowing made my stomach perform flip flops. Once my mother left the house I went into my parents' bedroom and cornered my Dad upstairs. "Hey princess." He was doing up his tie in the mirror. "We need to talk. Mum knows." His face went pale and he turned to me curiously. "What on earth do you mean?" "She knows I've been getting up at night. She heard me. Does she know that you have too?" "No. She wears an eye mask. Don't worry, she doesn't know. If she did she wouldn't be behaving like this, trust me." "Dad?" "Yes?" "...I'm scared." "Oh darling" he wrapped his arms around me, kissing the top of my head. "You've nothing to be scared of!" "I'm scared of her." "You don't need to be." He squeezed me tight and I fought back the urge to gag. I felt so sick with worry. "Hey! Are you alright?" "Yes. Just worried." He looked concerned. "I'll be fine, honestly!" I promised him. We hugged and I broke away. I had to go to work. We said our goodbyes and I left the house. On my way to work I realised that I hadn't eaten, my hands had turned cold as ice. All day at work I thought about what I could do. Maybe if I moved out things would be easier. Then my father could make a decision and either choose to leave my mother or stay. Then at least I could be out of this familial mess indoors. When I got home I realised that because it was Friday, my mother would not be coming home. She would be gone until Sunday. Where exactly she was going I had no idea. I got in and checked the kitchen. She had left no note. I knew my father was indoors. I went upstairs and found him in the study. "Dad?" "Hello precious." "Is Mum..." "She's gone. Won't be back till Sunday." "What about Miranda and Ali?" He shrugged. "Could be back any time." "Oh." "Come here." I walked to my father's desk and he smiled up at me. "Aren't you going to give me a kiss?" he asked breezily. I leant down and kissed his mouth, my hand running down to his trousers, stroking over him as I kissed him. I felt him becoming hard under my palm and pulled down his zip, my hand feeling him through his boxers. I slipped my hand inside and took his cock in my hand, pulling it out gently to play with. He watched me, fascinated as I licked along his length, taking him between my lips to tease him to full hardness. I enjoyed feeling him becoming more excited in my mouth. I flicked my tongue over the head of his shaft as I sucked on his engorged member. I cupped his balls in my hand, massaging him as I assaulted his cock with passion. I could feel his pre-cum dribbling into my mouth and that made me feel even more aroused. I began to move back and forth on his cock faster, feeling the veins along his shaft pulsating. "Oh sweetheart, I'm going to come" he murmured. I kept attacking his cock with my mouth until I felt the first spurt of his semen hit the back of my throat. He came, and I felt his warm liquid spread all over my tongue as I tasted him. I swallowed, licking the remaining few drops of his seed off of him as he became soft, looking up at him and smiling. "Feel better, Daddy?" "Yes, my angel." We heard the front door slam downstairs. My sisters were home! To be continued... For The Love of My Father Ch. 03 This is an entirely fictional father/daughter love story of consensual adult incest. If such a topic upsets you then please go somewhere else. This is the continuation of the story "For The Love of My Father -- Ch 02". Please read the first and second chapters before continuing or else it may not make complete sense. Thank you! * "Diana!" I jumped up, wiping my mouth with my hand as my father zipped his trousers up. We quickly exited the study and I ran downstairs to greet Miranda and Ali. "Hey!" I grabbed Ali and squeezed her tight, then threw my arms around Miranda and hugged her. Ali smiled and her cute little dimples were accentuated, the spray of freckles across her cheeks illuminated. "Di I want to tell you all about what happened the other day! I was going to ask, could you help me bake some stuff for the hospice for Saturday please?" "Sure, Ali!" I grinned at her. It was so nice having my sisters on planet earth for a change! We spent a couple of hours in the kitchen getting covered in flour, but I can cook rather well and soon enough, we had some beautiful results. I don't enjoy cooking, but when it's for my sisters I'll do anything for them. We aren't close enough as far as I'm concerned. Eventually I heard my father's footsteps descending the staircase, and he walked through into the kitchen from the living room. He found me in my floury state and grinned. "How's my baby!" he smiled at me. "Dad!" Ali yelled. "Di, I'm going to go clean up. Can you put the cakes away once they cool?" "Sure" I said absently. I was just happy to see my father. As soon as Ali had left the room he wrapped his arms around me tight playfully, giving me a big kiss on the forehead, then on the mouth. We laughed like schoolchildren. "You'll get flour all over you!" I screamed. "See if I care!" He cuddled me tight while I giggled uncontrollably. "...Kevin?" We spun around. There my mother stood, bags in hand, her coat still wet from outside. My father moved away from me, trying to act nonchalant. "Sharon" he greeted her quietly. She stared at him for a moment before continuing. "I need help with these bags. I'm leaving in the morning instead of tonight." "Sure" my father replied. My father was covered in flour now, but he didn't seem to mind at all, even in front of my mother. We had been caught in what my mother could have possibly seen as a compromising situation. However my mother didn't seem to notice. If she did she certainly kept her suspicions to herself. But why would she suspect anything? My mind ran back to all the times we had been with my Mum and sisters. There weren't that many incidences; my mother was out a lot and usually ended up eating alone at whatever hour she got back from work. There had been the occasional family dinner occurrence. No doubt we would all be eating together this evening, as the rarity of having my entire family indoors suggested. I decided to help my mother in the kitchen, and set about preparing the food. "You look a little bigger than usual" my mother retorted. My Mum has the habit of reporting on everything like it's the ten o'clock news. "What do you mean?" "You just look a tad bigger than usual, that's all" she replied, turning back around to face the cupboards. "Nonsense, Diana looks more beautiful than ever" my father jumped in defensively. "I didn't say there was anything wrong with it." "Well there isn't" my father told her sternly. She had her back turned to us and my father reached out and stroked my hand, smiling. I smiled back at him happily. I did know what she meant though. That very morning I had scrutinized myself in the mirror and I did look a little rounder than usual. I put it down to my nonexistent periods and left it at that. I'm on the contraceptive implant so it was nothing unusual, my weight did go up and down a bit. When we all sat down to eat, things were tense. My father sat opposite me, and was therefore extremely hard to avoid. An awkward silence hung in the air until my mother spoke. "So, what have you girls been up to then?" Ali and Miranda both jumped in at the same time, whereas I sat quietly. As they conversed with my mother I could feel my father's eyes on me, burning brightly into me like two hot coals. I caught his gaze, silently questioning his attentiveness to my presence. I looked at him hard then gazed down at my plate. I wasn't feeling very hungry. My stomach churned like a cement mixer. "So how about my little Diana?" my mother finally asked. I paused. "Im fine." "Just fine?" "Yes." "What about work?" "Work is okay. How was your trip?" "Trip?" "Yes, your work trip last weekend?" "Oh! Yes that was fine I was accompanied by another member of staff so it wasn't all bad." "Who was that then?" my father asked noncommittally. "...Tony." My mother went back to eating. There was an air of uneasiness. My father glanced at me and smiled. I smiled back and tried not to look at him again. I felt his foot touch mine under the dinner table and I almost jumped out of my chair. "Diana, please do not spill the peas" my mother said coldly. I put my fork down amenably and stared at my plate. "Diana, are you alright?" my father asked quietly. "I'm not too hungry, I think I'll go and have a lie down if you don't mind" "Of course not, do whatever you need to do" he advised, reaching across the table to grip my hand. I ascended the staircase slowly, trudging up to my room. When I finally slumped onto my bed I fell into a dreamless sleep. I awoke at 6AM and ran to the bathroom, feeling sick. I threw up for what must have been the tenth time in the last week and a half and went downstairs afterwards for a glass of water. I was so fed up of feeling unwell. I decided that I couldn't take another day of this. I decided that as unlikely as it was, I had to get a pregnancy test, just to rule that option out before going to the doctors. I left the house and walked to the nearest supermarket, which is only about a fifteen minute walk. I bought a pregnancy testing kit and it had two tests. I thought it would help to be completely sure so promptly bought it and returned home. It was Saturday morning and my mother would be leaving in a short while. My sisters would be out by midday, so I figured I would do it then. I could tell my father was anxious for us to be alone again. When I passed by their bedroom I noticed that he was eyeing my mother apprehensively as she packed her bag. "Mum, when will you be back?" I asked her earnestly. "Sunday night." "Shall I leave you some dinner?" "Sure." It wasn't in her nature, but she kissed me on the cheek before she left. After she shut the front door behind her I ran upstairs back to the bedroom where my father sat. "Miranda and Ali will be gone soon" I whispered. He nodded. "I've really been looking forward to spending some time with you." "Me too!" I kissed him on the cheek. He turned and kissed me passionately on the mouth. I relaxed into his embrace, feeling that familiar feeling of warmth and exhilaration rush over me once more. All of a sudden I came to my senses and pulled away. The bedroom door was open! "Miranda and Ali could walk by at any moment!" I gasped. "I know, sorry." I looked at him sharply. "I'm going now, I'll come and see you when they have left." I left the room, looking back to see his eyes full of longing, like a young boy in love. It made me fill up with the kind of tenderness that is only reserved for someone special. I left smiling and hopeful. I had almost forgotten about the test. But that had to wait. It was only a precaution anyway. I had probably picked up some bug at work that was causing all this. When my sisters finally left I ventured back upstairs and stood in the doorway of my father's room. He looked up at me from the book he was reading and smiled. "Come here" he spoke. I ran to him and he wrapped his arms around me tight, kissing me feverishly, planting kisses all over my face. He unzipped my dress and pulled it down, exposing me. I was sitting in nothing more than a tiny pair of panties and my father was kissing me all over my body, his hungry mouth on my hot flesh. I gasped as I felt his hand stroke between my legs, rubbing me through my underwear. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of my panties and pulled them down. "I need you now, sweetheart. Get on your knees." I lay on my front on my elbows, my knees parted beneath me propping me up as he stroked my pussy from behind, slipping his fingers inside me, dipping into my wetness as I let out a moan. He kissed up my thighs, all over my buttocks, down to my pussy, kissing it, pushing his tongue inside of me. I moaned as I felt him quickly replace his tongue with his cock inside me. I felt his shaft in all its glory as he pumped in and out of me. "Dad...Dad I...I need you so much" I managed to stammer as he thrust into me hard, writhing in his arms as he held onto me tight. He seemed to completely lose control. Every thrust of my hips was exaggerated by the pull of his hands on my hips, urging me on further as I came close to the edge, my nails clawing at the bedding in a desperate state of both ecstasy and unbearable fullness. I felt this incredibly strong sensation of needing to pee and realised that I was coming. I screamed as I ripped through a powerful orgasm, my cunt clenching around his swollen cock. "Yes baby, come all over Daddy's cock!" he coaxed me. He groaned as I took him over the edge, I felt him tense up as he flooded me with his cum, holding my hips as he stayed inside me comfortingly. "It's okay, baby its okay" he murmured as I sobbed into the covers. Not through hurt or pain, but through the sheer intensity of what just happened between us. The unspeakable feelings of passion like no other and the electric feelings we seemed to have for each other. He really cared about me and this made me feel vulnerable in his arms. He held me tightly. "Diana? Sweetheart are you okay? I haven't hurt you have I?" he asked me frantically. "No, no it's just...so...so..." I struggled to find the right words to say. "Powerful" I finally explained. He pulled out of me and gently turned me over, enveloping me in his arms. I held onto him firmly and kissed him hard. We lay together snugly and I must have dozed off for a few hours. When I woke up he was stroking my back, his lips close to my neck. I turned over and nuzzled into him, smiling. While I had slept unaware he had covered me up in his shirt. "Hello!" "How did you sleep?" "Well thank you. What shall we go and do now? Any preference?" "I think we should eat. You haven't eaten as well as you normally do lately" told me, frowning. All of a sudden this morning's events dawned on me. "Dad?" "Yes?" "There's something I need to tell you. This morning I felt sick again so just to make sure that it's...nothing else I went to the shops and bought a pregnancy test." He nodded, a little unnerved. "I understand" he whispered. He gave me a cuddle and kissed me on the head. "Do you want to go do it now?" he asked. I nodded. "Come on then." He came with me to my bedroom to pick up the pregnancy testing kit and then ushered me into the bathroom. I unwrapped the foil packet. "Do you know how to do it?" "Pee on the stick. Right?" he nodded. "I'll go out for a minute but I'll be right outside. Okay?" "Okay." He exited the bathroom and left me alone, staring at this strange looking stick. It had a little window so I read the instructions. Seemed pretty simple. After I had peed on the stick I left it facing up and waited anxiously. After a few minutes I walked over to where I had placed the stick and looked. Oh god. In the window there were two coloured lines. That meant positive. I couldn't believe it. Surely it could be a mistake? I was in shock. How could this possibly have happened? I had the contraceptive implant! I shakily picked up the stick and took it outside to show my father. He noticed that I was trembling. "Dad?" "So? What does it say?" "I don't believe it, Dad. It says the test is positive. But surely it could be a mistake?" My father's complexion became noticeably paler as I handed him the test. "I'll do another one" I offered quickly. "It came with two, one to be sure." He nodded numbly and stopped me. "Don't do it yet. Do one later. These tests...are usually correct Diana." "No, I'm doing the other one now. Two in a row can't be wrong, right?" "...No, they can't" he called after me as I ran to my room to fetch the other silver packet. I went back to the bathroom and realised that I couldn't pee. I would have to wait. I stepped back into the hallway. "I can't go yet." "Come on, let's go downstairs and talk about this." We went into the living room and my father made us both a cup of tea. I sat down on the sofa and stared at my hands. They were shaking. My father came in, setting the mugs down in front of us on the coffee table. He sat next to me and took my cold hands in his, squeezing them firmly. "Everything is going to be alright." "Dad...what do we do if...it reads positive again?" "We will come to that if it happens. Don't worry Princess. Let's keep a clear head about this." "Dad if it is ill have to go down the clinic." "Diana, don't talk like that" he told me sternly. I took one look at him and burst into tears. "Oh Diana, Diana I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it like that, I...I just care about you. I love you Diana, I do." He cuddled me tight. He cradled me in his arms and all of a sudden I felt like a little girl again. We embraced for a long time until my sobs stilled. I knew I had to find out. "Dad...I'm ready to do the test now" I told him. He took my hand and we climbed the stairs together. "I'll stay out here" he offered. "No, Dad...come in with me." I took him into the bathroom with me and he knelt in front of me as I did the test. I gave it to him and he put it on the bathroom shelf, taking my hands in his. "Now Diana...no matter what happens you know I'm here for you, don't you? He gazed into my eyes searchingly. "I'm so scared." "Don't be. This is life. There is no rehearsal. No one knows what to do when things like this happen." He stood up to get the test but I held onto his hands. "No, not yet I don't want to know!" I told him frantically. He knelt back down and took my face in his hands, kissing each of my cheeks in turn. "Hey! That feels nice." I smiled at him and he smiled back. "I love you" he said simply. We stayed there for another moment before he stood up again. He turned around with his back to me and picked up the test. I inhaled and held my breath. "Diana..." he said, turning round. "...Its positive, sweetie. You are pregnant." "No!" I whispered under my breath. I held my head in my hands and began to sob. Deep, anguished sobs that racked my very being. He dropped to his knees and held onto me. "Diana...Diana" he said quietly, trying to stay calm. I could hear in his voice that he was getting rather upset at the situation I was in. "I'm not having any baby, I'm not!" "DIANA!" he yelled, grabbing my hands and holding onto them tight. I carried on crying, my head down. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a bear hug, holding on as tightly as he could. "It's alright, shh it's alright, I'm ever so sorry." He picked me up and took me to his bed. He covered my legs with the quilt while I sat upright and he held me close, rocking me, his face buried in my hair. After a couple of hours I had stopped crying and became more subdued. "Let me take you downstairs and we will have something to eat and have some tea" he urged. I let him lead me down the stairs and sat at the table while he put the kettle on. Once he set our tea down on the table I stopped him. "Please sit down." He complied, sitting down opposite me. "Dad, what are we going to do?" "That's what we have to talk about, but I have an idea. We could move out together, I'll get an apartment for us for the time being before we search further afield for a house..." "Wait a minute, a HOUSE?" "Yes Diana, a house for us." I stared at him, astonished. "You're serious?" I asked him intently. "Yes...why on earth do you think I've told you I love you? Why do you think I've told you that I want to be with you? Why would I ever say those things if I didn't mean them?" "I didn't realise." "Diana...if you are happy to do this with me then you are going to have to start trusting me. One, I would never lie to you. Two, I would never tell you anything if I didn't intend to go through with it. Three...I love you and I want us to live together as man and wife." I was speechless. "A lot to take in, isn't it? God I don't know what I would have done if I was told that at your age. Well, I haven't ever been told that, not even by your mother. For all she cares I could have regular sex with alien visitors from outer space and she still wouldn't turn over..." He stopped. "...Sorry. I didn't mean to talk about your mother like that. At a time like this as well, forgive my stupidity." "Forget it." "What I'm trying to say is that I have never, ever previously done anything to hurt your mother. Even though she fell out of love with me. I would never do anything to hurt you or upset you. I am yours." I leant over the table and kissed him hard, my hands on the back of his head. "You too. I promise" I assured him, kissing along his jawline, nibbling the bottom of his earlobe playfully. I got up and sat astride him, pressing myself up against him. "Daddy...I can't promise you that I will keep this baby, but I can promise you anything else." I felt him shudder and pulled away to study his face. Tears were rolling down his cheeks. His eyes crinkled in this beautiful way in the corners when he smiled and right now they had gone, replaced by tears. I kissed them away, the saltiness of them tangy on my lips. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I just want what's best for the both of us" I whispered to him. "I love you, Kevin. I love you as my father, and as a man" I finished quietly, looking into his eyes sincerely. He looked at me for a moment, studying my features. All of a sudden he leant forward and kissed me, crushing his lips against my own. He kissed me with such ferocity I leant back onto the table, but he pulled me back onto his lap, wanting more of me. I pressed myself up against him, wanting to be as close as I could possibly get. "Take me to bed Daddy" I murmured. He picked me up and walked up the stairs, holding me in his arms. When we reached the bedroom he placed me on the bed carefully, ripping off his clothes as I took my own off. He lay on top of me and I parted my thighs, kissing him heatedly. "My queen" he whispered as he kissed my neck, nibbling my shoulders, bringing his head to my breast. He caressed my creamy skin, his mouth spreading kisses, taking my nipple into his mouth, lavishing his affections onto me as he brought his hand to between my legs, rubbing my clit in circles as he circled his tongue around my areole. I always knew that circles were my favourite shape. I could feel I was already soaked, I was so aroused by him. As he licked and sucked on my nipples I knew that I was going to come. "Please don't stop!" I cried into his hair. His attention on my clit intensified and I could feel myself coming. "Ohh!" I yelled as he took me through a searing orgasm that caused me to grab onto him, onto the sheet below me, holding onto anything that would tell me how real this was and how alive I felt under his hand. I needed that orgasm so badly and now I was absolutely drenched. For The Love of My Father Ch. 03 "Please, please fuck me" I moaned. I was drunk on my orgasm and how aroused I still was and suddenly felt him entering me."Ahh!" I cried as I felt the pulse and swell of his manliness stretching my submitted cunt open, filling me with what I so needed. We clung together as he thrust inside me, our bodies close as could possibly be as we writhed in our private ecstasy. Each thrust of his cock sent waves of pleasure through the length of my cunt, causing me to cry out. He ate my screams as they resonated inside his throat, moaning into his mouth as he kissed me deeply. "I want to come inside you so much, darling" he murmured through my lips as if exchanging a deep, meaningful secret that only I could behold. "Yes Daddy! Come inside me! I want it so much" I urged him, gazing at his beautiful face, full of expression. He thrust inside me deeply for the last time as he cried out, an animalistic cry echoing in the room as he came inside my aching cunt. I cradled his head in the nape of my neck as he collapsed on top of me. I enjoyed feeling his weight upon me. It made me feel safe. Secure. There was a feeling of complete trust and tenderness as I stroked his hair, holding his head to my chest. After a while we shifted around and he lay next to me, his head still resting on me as we slept through the night. "...So, this is what I come home to!" A voice cut through the silence like a knife. I awoke with a start. My mother was standing over us calmly. She didn't look upset, just icy and unflinching. She had come home extremely early, it must still be morning! I never heard her come in. "Sharon, this isn't what you..." "Don't, Kevin" she interjected. "I am well aware of what you have been doing while I have been out. But your own daughter? You must be desperate..." My father stood up angrily. Before he could say anything she slapped him around the face. "You're sick! You're perverted and if you really want to know, I've been having an affair with Tony at work!" she spat. "Mum!" I gasped. She ignored me. "Now I am going to pretend that this never happened. As long as neither of you fuck each other again. I am not having my family ruined. Understood?" "No Sharon, it's not and you might as well know now" my father said weakly. "I'm in love with Diana. I'm so sorry but it's true." "So, this is what this was doing in the bathroom." She produced one of the pregnancy tests that we had stupidly left in the bathroom. "Diana. I'm going to ask you once. Is this yours?" "Yes Mum, I'm sorry." "Is it your fathers?" I stood up. "Mum..." She slapped me round the face and I recoiled in shock. "I'm so sorry" she apologised. She sat down on the bed for a moment as if trying to clear her head. "Diana...I know you that you aren't to blame for this" she said shakily. "You can stay here and I'll look after you..." I stopped her. "Mum, I'm sorry but I love him." She stared at me open mouthed. "You do realise that this is your father that you're talking about?" she demanded. "I love him" I said, shrugging. She looked at me icily. "You're going to be so sorry, Diana" she whispered. "What your father has done has split our family apart." "Mum, if you had of been here for Dad then maybe this wouldn't have happened!" II shouted at her. How dare she accuse my father of being the only one? She must have been sleeping with Tony for months before my father and I first touched. "Maybe if you hadn't of been screwing around with Tony and treating Dad like a doormat then this wouldn't have happened! Why would Dad have even thought about, or even looked at me if you had given him what he needed?" I looked at her accusingly. "I realised that I made a mistake, Diana. I realised that I didn't love your father the way that he once loved me and you know that. But if your father respected you he wouldn't have made you pregnant! The time I spent raising you..." "Yes, I know Mum" I said with tears in my eyes. "The time you spent raising me and my sisters was such a waste because you never really wanted us. So I'm not going to do that to a child." I left the bedroom, crying. I decided what I would do. I would get dressed, pack my things and leave. There was no way either of us could stay. My father entered my room. "Diana...I'm going to Dave's. Are you coming with me?" I looked up at him tearfully. Dave was my Dad's best friend. No matter what, I knew that Dave would stand by my father. And he would stand by me. "Yes. I'm coming with you." "Fifteen minutes, outside in the car?" "Okay." I finished packing and decided to write a note to my sisters. I would slip it under Miranda's door. "Dear Miranda and Ali, I'm so sorry. I love you very much and so does Dad. Take care, all my love Diana xxx" I wrote. I folded it into a tiny square and tucked it under Miranda's door on my way downstairs. When I got to the living room to go out the front door my mother stopped me. "Diana?" "...Yes?" "Be careful. I don't love your father but I love you. I hope you have better luck than I had." She wrapped her arm around me and kissed me on the forehead. "I love you too Mum" I told her as I opened the front door. I walked out to where my father was waiting and put my bags in the boot of the car. "You ready honey?" he asked. "Yes." I suddenly felt a tiny glimmer of hope. At least we wouldn't be living a lie under my mother's roof anymore. I got in the car. When we got to Dave's he opened the door and found us standing there. I must have obviously looked upset. "Come in" he said simply. We followed him through to the living room. "Whatever it is, you can tell me all about it" he finished, leaving it up to us to explain the situation. My father told him everything while I sat on a chair on the other side of the room clutching a cup of tea Dave had made me. Dave looked over at me a couple of times, but instead of seeing disgust in his eyes, I saw an immediate concern. Concern for his best friend's daughter, no matter how strange the situation he had just been presented with. Once my father had explained everything Dave cleared his throat. "Stay here for now. I don't want you getting a hotel or anything, I won't hear of it. There's more than enough room for you both here" he told us firmly. The kindness of this man was pretty exceptional. I burst into tears. "I've got to pop out for a bit to my Mum's, but I'll be back later on this afternoon" he explained to us both. He left, leaving my father and I alone. "See? What did I tell you? A true, incomparable friend. There aren't many people like Dave" he told me quietly. We sat and had another cup of tea together in silence before I spoke. "Dad, I want to go down to the clinic tomorrow and see what options I have." "What do you mean?" "About this thing inside me." "That 'thing' is our baby." "It's alright for you, you don't have a heavy, stomach churning baby in your belly! I can't be very far gone and already I feel awful!" "Diana, this is a very serious decision you are trying to make here. I'm not going to tell you what to do, but I want you to remember that this is our child." "It's a child that I may not want." He stared at me wide eyed. "Are you so sure that you want to abort our baby?" "I don't know, but I don't think I can do this. I want to be with you and I want to be your wife, but I don't know if I want a child, Dad. It's too difficult! What about work? What about my life?" I held my head in my hands. "This is a very important decision and it's up to me. I'm the one who has it growing inside of me doing god knows what to my insides." "Please think about it, Diana" he asked, taking my hands in his own. I was so frightened. What was I going to do? To be continued... For The Love of My Father Ch. 04 This is an entirely fictional father/daughter love story of consensual adult incest. If such a topic upsets you then please go somewhere else. This is the continuation of the story "For The Love of My Father -- Ch. 03". Please read the first, second and third chapters before continuing or else it may not make complete sense. Thank you! * "Come on, let's go to bed and sleep on it" my father suggested. I nodded wearily. Dave had still not arrived back from his mother's house, so we went to the spare bedroom and huddled under the quilt together. I draped my arm around him and held him tight, revelling in his smell, his warmth, his skin...everything that I loved about him. He kissed my forehead and all of a sudden something clicked. I just felt so safe. I lifted my head and kissed him, my hand running up under his t-shirt as my other hand moved to caress the back of his head. He accepted my kisses, kissing me back as I touched him, his hands roaming my body, one stroking my back, the other fondling my breast as I let out a soft cry between his lips. I slid my hand over the front of his boxers to find him hard, stroking him through the smooth fabric. He pulled my top up, exposing my breasts and began to run his tongue over my nipples gently. "Baby I want you" he whispered as I pulled him on top of me. He pushed my legs back into a v-shape over my head. I was spread wide open, my eyes gazing up into his. He entered me, slipping his cock inside my tight walls. Feeling the head of his cock parting me was pure heaven. He went in so deep this way. He wrapped his arms around my thighs tight, his fingertips meeting at the small of my back. We fit so closely together. He leant down and kissed my mouth, sucking on my lower lip gently as he began to thrust into me, his gaze locked with my own. "Daddy that feels good but it's so intense...so deep!" "It's okay sweetheart. I'll be careful." I kissed him again, locked in our passionate embrace. "...Dad?" "Yes?" "It can't hurt the baby...can it?" He smiled at me. "No, just enjoy yourself." I threw my head back, gripping onto his thighs as he moved inside me. The weight of his frame only spread me wider for him to delve further into my depths. "I love it when you fuck me like this!" I told him meaningfully. He was lost in his passions, gasping as every thrust drove him deeper; he was like an animal in heat as he fulfilled my white hot desire. I could hear the sounds from my cunt as he thrust in and out of me. "Sweetheart I'm going to come!" He gasped. No sooner than he said this he thrust inside me hard, groaning with lust as he ejaculated inside me. I cried out as I felt my cunt pulsing around him, still clutching his damp thighs as he collapsed on top of me. Afterwards we kissed for what seemed to be a long time, our bodies as close as we could possibly be. I heard a noise and lifted my head. "Dave must be back!" I told him. My father didn't move. "He will know we have gone to bed" he replied, closing his eyes once more. "Aw, come on we should go and talk to him! It's only...oh, its eight o'clock now. We have work tomorrow. Did you bring your work clothes? I have mine in the car." "Yes, I have mine." "What are you going to do?" He shrugged. "Carry on as normal for now. I won't say anything until I find a job somewhere else." "This is so crazy!" "...But it's what we both want, isn't it?" I looked down at him and nodded sincerely. He brought his hand to my belly and felt it ever so gently. "I can't believe that our baby is in there" he whispered. He held my hand and placed it on my belly, his hand over mine. "Do you feel anything?" "It just feels a bit bigger than usual." "We will have to find out how far gone you are" he whispered. I raised my eyes to his. "I don't know about this yet, you know" I said uncertainly. He gently kissed me on the cheek, holding my head. I buried myself into the crook of his shoulder, silently worrying. The next morning we both got up early for work. I was just ready to go when I felt a little sick again and ran to the kitchen to get a glass of water. "How are you feeling?" My father asked. "Awful." "You should tell someone at work..." he trailed off. "No, I'm not telling anyone at work anything at the moment" I said firmly, getting my coat. He shrugged helplessly. "You know you can always call" he whispered. "I know." I wrapped my arms around him and he held me tight. Work isn't exactly the highlight of my life, but I like working. I like the independence it gives me. I like earning my own money. Giving up work to raise a child just didn't seem feasible to me. I sat in a bit of a daze for the whole day at my desk. When I finally returned to Dave's he was already home, however my father worked a little further away so never arrived home until a little later than I. Dave and I sat together, however since we had never really sat and talked without my father being present it felt a little awkward at first, but we soon began chatting amiably. Dave was such a nice guy, no wonder he was my Dad's best friend. I silently thanked him in my mind for putting us up until we got back on our feet. "Your father was really lost for a while, you know" Dave told me, taking a sip of his tea. "What do you mean?" "The last time I saw him he seemed different, a little nervous, only now I understand why." I looked down at my mug. "I guess it's caused a lot of problems for him." "Hey, what I meant to say is that he's not lost anymore." I sat forward in my chair. "What do you mean?" I asked. He paused for a moment before continuing. "What I mean is that he seems sure of what he wants. He was speaking to me this morning and I've known your father for almost forty years, we went to school together as you know. And in the whole time I've known him I have never seen him so sure of anything in his life, not even when marrying your mother." I looked up at him hesitantly, but there was hope welling up inside of me. "...Really?" "Yes, really. I know your father better than anyone, and even though this is a peculiar situation, I grant you, I know that he wants to marry you. He wants you to have a real life with him. He wants to live with you as man and wife. I'm telling you because you need to know, but I sure will miss him" he finished wistfully. I looked up at him. "We aren't going that far away, Dave! We will see you, my father will come and see you, we aren't moving off the face of the earth." He looked up and smiled at me faintly. "Life is a funny thing, isn't it? It draws people together, draws them apart, it causes you to move. Everything is constant. Ongoing." "Sometimes I just wish it would stop." "Don't we all, sweetheart" he said, a faraway look in his eyes. "Don't we all." We heard a car door slam outside. "Before he comes back, I just want to tell you something... don't you think it might be a good idea to go and see your mother for a bit? I mean, I know that you are in a difficult situation but at the end of the day, I'm a man. I don't know what it's like to feel the way that you are feeling, and maybe your Mum might be able to help" Dave suggested. "Help me? She doesn't want anything to do with me!" I exclaimed. "Of course she does, she will come round sooner or later. You're her daughter; in her eyes you can do no wrong. It's Kevin that she won't want to see again, give her time." The doorbell rang. "I'll let him in" he offered, standing up. I heard Dave let my father in. He came through to the living room and bent down, giving me a big kiss and a hug. He knelt down and took my hands in his. "Hey, precious how are you feeling?" "Better." He beamed at me. "I'm so glad to hear that. How about I take us all out to eat?" "That sounds good to me!" Dave agreed. He looked at me. "...Okay." I stood up and we got ready to leave. About half an hour later we arrived at an Indian restaurant a bit closer to home that we both knew. We got seated and read through the menu. When we were ready to order, our waiter came over and I happened to glance at a table across the room from us and immediately froze. My sister Ali was there with her friends. I looked back down quickly. The lighting in the restaurant was very dim, and there was every possibility that Ali wouldn't see us. It was pretty dark, and they were in a corner far over on the other side of the restaurant. I wondered whether I should say anything. "Dad?" "Mm?" "...Ali's here" I told him quietly. His face went pale. "Oh god!" He shuddered. "Dad, it's okay, I don't think she can see us from over here, but..." "But she might." I didn't know what to say. That was the last thing that we wanted. If Ali went home and told Miranda and my Mum that we were out as if there wasn't anything amiss I'm sure that would not go down well with her. I wondered what my Mum was going to tell her friends. My mother was the sort of person to fabricate things, which my Dad had always hated for obvious reasons. Why would you want to be with someone who lies to you? She was probably telling all her friends that my father had left her or that he was away on business and that I had moved home. Yes, that's what she would tell people. She would never tell anyone that her daughter had run off with her husband, she would simply make something up. Tell everyone that I had got a job somewhere else. I wondered if my sisters even knew the truth. Surely they must have put two and two together when they found us both missing. Or had they? I wondered if Miranda had found the note that I left her under her door. It must be so confusing to them if they didn't know the whole story. "What are we going to do?" Dave's voice broke into my thoughts. "Let's stay, it looks like they will be leaving soon" my father said, sighing. "Excuse me, Miss?" The waiter placed my main course on the table. "Thank you." I waited until we had all received our meals and went back to attentively staring at my sister. I could see the waiter serve them their after dinner mints, so I knew that it wouldn't be long before they would get up and go. My father reached out and squeezed my hand as if to breathe life into me. Dave smiled at me and nodded at my father supportively. When Ali left the restaurant my father let out a sigh of relief. "Oh! God that was awful. We are not coming here again" he muttered, spearing a vegetable with his fork. "Too dangerous!" I agreed. There was no way I was getting put in that position again. When we finally returned to Dave's we sat up for a bit and watched Only Fools and Horses on the television. I thought that if we didn't laugh at something we would probably cry that evening. My nerves were bad and my hands didn't seem to stop shaking. Maybe I wasn't eating enough. I closed my eyes and that was the last thing that I remembered before I blacked out. When I woke up all I could see were bright lights. I winced, it was far too bright for me to see properly. I wondered where I was. When my eyes adjusted to the light I realised that I was lying on my back. All of a sudden I heard noises. "Doctor, she's awake." A nurse was standing over me, studying my expression carefully. "Where am I?" I asked. All of a sudden I heard a familiar voice. "Oh, thank goodness you're okay!" "DAD!" I sat up and felt a pain in my belly. "OW!" "Please refrain from sitting up, Miss Anderson" the nurse advised, placing a hand on my elbow. "What's happened?" I asked nervously. "You had us worried, Miss Anderson. We almost thought you were going to lose your baby." Tears came to my eyes. "...You mean the baby's okay?" "Yes. We are so sorry, we had to check the baby's condition before you woke up, and here is the ultrasound scan." The nurse produced an ultrasound image and I could hardly believe my eyes. There was a little foetus in there. "You are three months gone" she smiled. "Do you want to know the sex of the baby or would you rather wait?" "I want to know" I said, staring at my father. He nodded vigorously. "You have a baby boy, Miss Anderson. Congratulations. Try to rest for now and you can go home tomorrow." The nurse left us alone with the news. As soon as she had gone my father jumped up and gave me a great big (and very careful) cuddle. "Oh Diana. That's our baby!" he said, his eyes shining. "Dad, I've made my decision" I told him, my eyes filling with tears. "I want to have our baby boy. I want us to be a family." "Diana!" My father held me tightly, kissing my forehead. "I shall have to be more careful. I'll take good care of you I promise. I'm so proud of you." We held each other for a long time. Before I was allowed home I quizzed the doctor and he told me that there were no complications, no apparent genetic abnormalities or anything else to worry about. As far as I was concerned, our baby was safe, tucked away inside my womb. I was advised to stay at home for a few days and build up my strength by eating more, as the doctor said that I had effectively been starving myself. I just didn't realise how little I had been eating. He said it was due to a high amount of stress, gave me some tablets for the nausea and sternly advised me that I had probably not been eating enough for a ten year old, let alone a 22 year old and sent me home. I had to be strong for the little life growing inside me and provide it with nourishment and care. There was no way I was going to lose this baby now. I informed my boss about my pregnancy and he very kindly advised me to come back the following week, so I stayed at Dave's and my father took a couple of days off to be with me. During that time we talked and shared our deepest worries and fears. "I worry that one day I'll be too old for you. You have your whole life ahead of you" he confessed. I took his face in my hands, staring into his eyes. I needed to tell him how I felt. "Dad...I'll always love you...when you are old and grey ill still feel just the same. I'm wild about you and I wish you knew it!" He smiled the most wonderful smile, his eyes crinkled in the corners in the most adorable way. "I'm crazy about you." He replied. "I don't want to be without you Diana." "You won't be, and that's a promise." I kissed the top of his head. "I'm not going anywhere." I brought my face to his, brushing my lips against his skin gently, trailing a row of kisses down his jaw line to his mouth. He reciprocated, kissing me back, his hand on my thigh underneath the throw covering me on the sofa. "Take me to bed!" I whispered. "Oh Diana...are you sure?" "Yes, I'm alright now." I stood up and motioned for him to join me. I slowly walked backwards into the bedroom, and he held my hands before I pulled him to me, embracing him, kissing him feverishly as I pinned him down on the bed, pulling his shorts down. I sat on top of him in my nightgown, pulling it up over my head and throwing it aside. I leant down to kiss him some more, nibbling his shoulders. I gave his nipples a playful pinch as I made my way down his body, kissing down his stomach and through his pubes, taking his shaft in my hand and kissing it. My tongue snaked out to lick the underside as I gently massaged his balls with my other hand. I took his cock into my mouth and began sucking on it, grinding my pussy against his thigh. "I want you" I mumbled, the nails on my other hand gently grazing his stomach. I could feel my pussy slicking up his leg with my wetness, my hand moving down to touch myself. I kissed up his chest, straddling him, my hands gripping the sheet underneath us. I took his cock in my hand once more and rubbed it along my slit, lubricating him in my juice, his pre cum already weeping out of the tip. I slowly mounted him, my lips kissing him before he parted me, swallowing him inside me, hugging his shaft as I leant down to kiss him. He reached down to squeeze my breasts as I leant up, moving back and forth on his cock as I rocked into him. "You look so beautiful baby girl" he whispered as he stared up at me, his eyes travelling over my body as I began to bounce up and down on his cock, my hands all over him as I satisfied myself upon his throbbing shaft... ONE YEAR LATER. My husband returns home from work. I check my beautiful boy is safely asleep in his cot once more before I go to greet him. He enters, hanging his coat up as I enter the hallway. He sees me and gathers me up in his arms, squeezing me tight. "How's my darling?" "Doing well!" "How's my boy?" "He's asleep." I look at him pointedly. He understands the meaning behind my stare, sliding his hands under my top to caress my back as I lean into him. My father isn't much different; his eyes crinkle in their usual merry way when he smiles and I remember all the reasons I fell in love with him every day of my life. Being only 23, my body has pretty much gone back to as normal as can be after having our baby, but it still bothers me a little. My father thinks that I'm crazy to worry about such a thing, he seems to love me just the way I am. The ring on my finger may be illegal as the law stands, but we consider ourselves man and wife. He kisses me, his hands moving up my back, pulling my top over my head as he buries his hands in my hair. I grab him by the lapel of his suit and pull him into the bedroom with me. Our son is in the next room, blissfully unaware. He kisses me while I undo his trousers, they pool to the floor around his feet as I pull off his jacket. As he removes the rest of my own clothes, I feel his hardness pressing through his boxers into my stomach. I unbutton his shirt as he caresses my skin, his hands cupping my ass as I move back up against the bed. I pull off the rest of his clothes before we fall back onto the mattress, entangled in each other, wanting more. I never seem to get enough of him, and it seems the feeling is mutual. I sense the need in his touch, he pins me down underneath him, clinging to me as I spread my thighs, welcoming him into my very centre. "Make love to me" I moan as I feel him pressed up against me, hot on my thigh. I feel him enter me, his cock parting me as I grip onto him tightly, biting his shoulder gently. I feel him kissing my neck, thrusting into my depths as I cry out, he still feels so amazing inside me. I bury my hands in his hair as he plunges deeper inside me, kissing him open mouthed, nibbling on his lips as I begin to pulse around his cock, my engorged pussy hungrily devouring him. "My precious girl" he gasps, taking my face in his hands, his eyes boring into my soul as I hear him whisper: "I'm going to come!" He thrusts into me one last time as he buries his seed deep inside me, kissing me deeply. "I love you" he whispers as I smile into his eyes, my arms enveloping him as he places his head on my chest, breathing heavily. The End.