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Sins of the Father

By: J



Inspired by Henry

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It is accepted throughout the world that when a bride walks down the aisle it should be the happiest day of her life. Irrespective of social status, it is the one day when every girl can expect to be treated like royalty by family, friends and strangers alike.

It was not to be like this for my own little princess, Suzi. 

Up until an hour ago, everything was going to plan. My beautiful young daughter looked radiant, yet demure, in her white gown and veil. I, the proud father, was about to relinquish my hold on her to a new man. Suzi was as happy as I'd ever seen her as we drove to the church in the hired white Rolls-Royce. But then, suddenly, all went wrong. We had 'driven round the block' three times waiting for the groom to show up with his best man. 

By the time he was thirty minutes late, I was beginning to expect the worst: that he'd stood her up. I was almost wishing that he'd had a terrible accident that would explain his delay, yet show to Suzi that he still loved her. But it was not to be. A cowardly note, delivered by the best man, stated that he couldn't go through with the wedding and marked him as the bastard he really was. The groom's parents were as angry with their son as we were, and I could not blame them for his actions.

Suzi was inconsolable as her mother and I drove her back to the hotel where the reception was booked. A fleet of cars followed us. It seemed only fair that the invited guests from both families, some of whom had come many hundreds of miles, should enjoy the wedding breakfast and evening's entertainment that I had already booked and paid for. 

When we arrived at the hotel, my wife took Suzi up to the Presidential suite. It was the best room in the house, and had been reserved for my daughter and her new husband to spend their first night. I was left to see to it that all the guests were fed and watered. Everyone was very nice to me, and were unanimous in their hatred of my daughter's ex-fiancé. 

At around eight o'clock, the band arrived. By then, many of the guests were a little drunk and the party spirit was in full bloom. I was quite thankful really. It was a sad day, but we'd get through it and it helped to see people beginning to enjoy themselves. I was just about to down my second large whisky of the evening, when I saw my wife walking quickly towards me from the hotel lobby. There was a look of concern on her face that worried me. She said that Suzi had been crying for hours before taking a little nap. She had awoken now and was asking for me. I told my wife to look after the guests whilst I went upstairs to offer comfort to our daughter.

I knocked gently on the door of the Presidential suite but there was no reply. The door was not locked so I turned the handle and went inside. The curtains were drawn, but the room was well illuminated by a scattering of well placed table lamps throughout the expanse of the huge living area. I called out for my daughter. From the bedroom at the far end, I heard the sound of footsteps. Within a matter of seconds, Suzi was running across the room towards me, arms outstretched, crying: 

'Daddy, Daddy, why is this happening to me? I've always been a good girl.' 

As she got nearer to me, I lost all sense of what she was saying. You see, Suzi had taken off her wedding gown, apart from the veil which still covered her face, and was now coming at me wearing just her lingerie. This consisted of a white satin, strapless basque, cut low over her bosom and high over her hips, flesh coloured hold ups with the traditional blue garter at the top of her right thigh, and on her feet were a pair of white high heeled pumps. 

My daughter finally came right up to me, reached up on tiptoes and put her arms around my neck. It was only natural for me to hold onto her as well, but when my hands felt the bareness of Suzi's shoulders, I did feel a little uneasy. She hugged me tightly and pressed her face against my chest.

'Why me, Daddy, why me?' was all she could say.

I tried some words of comfort, but there really was nothing I could say that was going to make her feel better; only time would do that. 

Suzi moved her arms away from me and very slowly lifted the gossamer veil away from her face. I looked down into her big blue eyes. It was clear that she had been crying, but now there was a strange look to them. They were smoky, sort of half closed and filled with a desire that men see in women when they are highly aroused. Her high cheekbones gave her face a truly feminine beauty, and when she licked her full red, shiny lips, she had my undivided attention. Suzi took hold of me around the neck again, but this time, instead of pressing her head to my chest, she brought her face up to the side of mine and began to whisper into my right ear.

'Oh Daddy,' she began, 'you're the only man I want in my life right now. You're the only man who has ever treated me like a real princess all the time.'

I remember telling her that she was my only child and that it was natural that I should put her on a pedestal. 

'I don't want you to treat me as your princess tonight, Daddy', Suzi continued. 'I want you to take me as a woman'.

With that, I felt my daughter's lips brush against my right ear. Her hot breath felt good on my face as her mouth moved slowly around my jaw line. At the same time, I looked down and saw that she had raised her right leg and placed it in between mine. In a second or two I knew that it would be brushing against my balls and, sad to say, my ever hardening dick. My daughter's gentle kisses were coming closer to my mouth and though I felt I should stop her, I couldn't. And then, all at once, I felt the soft touch of Suzi's knee gently rubbing my balls and her luscious lips found the corner of my mouth. 

'Daddy, I need you tonight more than ever', my daughter began in a husky voice I had never heard before.

'Make love to me, Daddy. Take me into the bedroom and fuck me till I can't feel the hurt anymore.' 

Suzi spoke in a pleading, whimpering manner that I was finding hard to resist. But when I reminded her that I was her father and that she shouldn't be talking to me in this way, Suzi tightened her grip around my neck and using her grounded foot as a solid base, she pushed me against the door. Taken off balance like that, I let go of my daughter's shoulders but found that I was now holding onto her by her waist. I could have easily broken away from her grasp once I had regained my balance, but now Suzi was softly biting my lips with her teeth, and looking for a way into my mouth with her tongue. I was beginning to feel the huge excitement that comes from this forbidden desire. I was suddenly aware that from where my hands grasped my daughter's waist, both of my little fingers were touching the bare flesh of where her basque was cut high over her hips. I had never touched my daughter's body in such a place and I soon found that my other fingers wanted to feel her nakedness as well. Soon, my thumbs were rubbing and pressing hard against my daughter's prominent hip bones.

'We shouldn't be doing this Suzi,' I pleaded without conviction, 'I'm your father. What if your mother should come in now and catch us like this? She'd never forgive either of us.' 

'I need you, Daddy. I need you to make love to me tonight. Now.'

With that Suzi's left hand moved away from my neck and down passed my waist and then I heard her turn the key in the door.

'No one can come in now, Daddy.' Suzi whispered. She looked up into my eyes and I could see my own wanton desire reflected in hers. Then she brought her mouth up against mine, and before I knew what I was doing, I had parted my lips and was eagerly swapping saliva with my own daughter. My hands roamed over Suzi's soft peachy butt cheeks, and as our kissing became more passionate, I felt my grip tighten on my daughter's ass.

'Take me into the bedroom and fuck me, Daddy'. She begged.

The next thing I knew, was that I had bent down to take my daughter in my arms and was carrying her towards the door at the back of the living area that led to the bedroom. Suzi still had her arms around my neck and I couldn't get my tongue deeply enough into her mouth to satisfy my cravings.

We entered the slightly lit room and I gently placed my near naked daughter onto the bed and stood back to take a lustful look at her. Suzi lay full stretch with both of her arms raised up inviting me to join her. Her breasts were heaving in the tight confines of the white basque, and her cleavage was begging to be fondled. I took off my jacket and threw it onto a nearby chair. Then I bent down and began once again to french kiss my little princess. As we swivelled our mouths to get deeper inside each other, I could hear soft, sexy moans coming up Suzi's throat, which only served to further increase my desire.

Suzi's waist was so small that my hands could almost touch as I grasped her tightly. I forced my lips away from hers and began a slow descent along her neck, over her shoulders and onto the two soft mounds that were visible above the top of her basque. I licked at her nipples through the thin material. Then, I slowly began to fold back the two cups that were holding her breasts as prisoners. As each little titty popped out, I heard my daughter moan even louder. Then, when I rubbed one of her rock hard nipples between the roof of my mouth and my tongue, she almost went into convulsions. I figured that it would be alright to leave some marks on her body, since it was hardly likely that she would be with another man in the very near future. So I spent a few minutes roughly biting, sucking and chewing on my daughter's two little breasts. Suzi's head was rocking back and forth and I knew she was close to her first orgasm.

I let my left hand move down to the top of her nylon covered thigh and began to stroke it. As my fingers gently wandered up and touched the bare flesh above the hold up, close to her crotch, I felt Suzi's body tense up in anticipation of where my hand would go next. As I explored the thin satin material, I realised that the gusset of the basque was secured by two pop studs. They came apart easily and I sat up to take the first look at my daughter's sweet pussy. 

It was a beautiful sight. Suzi had the most perfectly pink, bare, swollen cunny lips that I had ever seen. I knelt on the floor at the end of the bed and took hold of my daughter's ankles so that I could bring her slit to my mouth. I bent her legs back and spread them as far as they would go, thus opening her flaps wide enough to get my tongue in. At the first moment that the tip of my tongue touched her pretty little opening, my daughter's body wracked with orgasm. As Suzi thrashed around and pulled at the bedsheets with clenched fists, her moans became louder and louder. I knew that the room was too big for the sound to carry and give us away, and her cries of ecstasy were making me very hard and horny. I put my tongue up as far as it would go and sucked on her juices. As I did so, I let the zipper down on my pants and brought out my throbbing weapon. 

I let go of my daughter's shapely legs and stood up at the end of the bed. My dick was almost vertical as Suzi sat up to look at it.

'Come and give your Daddy some head, baby. There's a good girl.' I ordered.

'Yes, Daddy'. Suzi whispered, slavishly.

My daughter crawled slowly to the edge of the bed. At the first touch of her small hand on my meat, I felt my balls tighten up. As I looked into my daughter's face, she held my gaze with her narrow, sexy eyes. Slowly, her crimson lips parted and she poked out a long, hot tongue. As she bent her head down to my groin, still staring into my eyes, she pulled my stiff prick down and let it rest on her outstretched tongue.

Then she started to roll it all around my bell end, never once taking her eyes off mine. I couldn't stand the teasing any longer, so, with my left hand I took hold of a clump of my daughter's hair through her veil, and with my right I took a firm grip of my prick and forced it into her sweet little mouth. I pulled my foreskin back and forth as Suzi eagerly sucked on my tool. I was desperate to cum in her mouth, but I was also hungry for her love box and I knew that time was not on my side; my wife could knock on the door at any time. So after a couple of minutes of fucking her face, with reluctance, I pulled my prick out from between her lips and pushed her flat down on the bed.

My daughter's legs were spread wide in front of me. With my trousers still around my ankles, I took up my position and guided my cock into Suzi's inviting snatch. As I filled her up for that first time, she gasped with delight. I lay as straight as a die above my daughter and began to bang her ever more quickly. She had wrapped her legs around my waist and I could feel the heels of her pumps digging into the backs of my thighs each time I thrust out of her tight, hot little hole.

'Ouuuuuu, yessss Daddy, fuck me deep. Fuck your little princess the way she likes it. Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuu, faster Daddy, harder.' 

Listening to my own daughter talking to me like this made me even harder and my rhythm began to increase as I pushed my dick as far up her box as it would go. Her red lips were still shiny and moist and when I knew I was close to shooting my load I bent my head to hers and roughly began to kiss her. My tongue and my dick were poking into my daughter's two delicious openings in perfect unison. I strained to keep myself going, but as Suzi let out a final scream of climax I finally had to let myself go. Man, what a feeling it was to have all of your hot, thick white semen flooding out into your own daughter's womb, splattering the walls of her insides with the stuff that made her in the first place, and knowing that she'd been begging you to do it to her.

We carried on kissing as my dick went limp in her pussy. As it slid out with a gooey flopping noise, I noticed a trail of my spunk flowing from Suzi's hole onto the bed. I thought about the man who should have been here fucking my daughter and what he was missing. But now that I'd had her I was not going to let it be just the once. Suzi was going to be seeing a lot more of her old man from now on. As I stood up to get dressed, I looked down at my daughter recovering from the session and asked her if she felt better.

'Daddy, you were terrific. You're the only man I want in my life right now. When can we do this again?'

I told Suzi that she should spend a couple of weeks at our house in the country. It would seem perfectly reasonable to the outside world that she should want to spend a few weeks alone, getting over the hurt, and the cottage would be perfect. I could visit her every day as it was only about thirty miles away, and we could fuck for as long as we liked. Suzi said that she would drive herself there tomorrow and asked me what time I could make it. I told her that I'd arrive at about seven in the evening. She looked at me sexily and promised to be wearing something nice for me. I told her that I'd have to return to the party but that I'd make sure that Mom didn't come back. I'd tell her that our daughter was feeling better now and that she was sleeping.

'I'm jealous of Mom having you all to herself for the rest of the night' Suzi said.

'Don't be,' I replied, ' she won't be getting much from me from now on. It's you that'll be getting my attention in the future.'

As I left the room to return to the party, something occurred to me. You see, strange as it may seem, this was not the first time that I had participated in incest. My inaugural visit to this particular taboo occurred many years ago when I was a young man living at home with my mother and father.

It had been a long, hot, humid day, and night time was no better. I was at that age when erections came frequently and usually at the most inconvenient moments. I remember it had been like that all of that day at school. But alone in my room, under the single bed sheet, I could at last pull myself off and relieve the tension that had been building up in my balls for over twelve hours. The heat and humidity was so great that it had caused a huge thunderstorm in the neighbourhood. There had been several loud bangs and flashes right over our house. I didn't care though, I was pulling away at my dick and that was all that mattered.

I hadn't been at it very long when there was a soft knock at my bedroom door. It must have been Mom, as Dad was working a late shift at the factory. I tried to ignore her, hoping that she would go away and let me continue wanking, but after yet another knock, she opened the door anyway. I quickly brought my hands from underneath the sheet and sat up in bed. Mom stood in the hallway holding a candle on a saucer.

'Honey, you still awake?' she whispered.

'Yes Mom', I replied. 'This storm's keeping me up'.

'Me too. I hate nights like these. I don't like the thunder, never have ever since I was a little girl. Would you mind if I came in and snuggled with you 'till it passes?'

Well, what could I do? I could hardly say no, sorry Mom, but I'm jerking off right now. So I told her that it would be fine. She left the door ajar and walked over to the bed. As she got closer I asked why the candle. Mom said the storm had blown the electricity out over the whole city.

Mom set the candle down on the bedside table and took off her dressing gown. I was a little surprised to see that she was wearing a short little baby doll nightie. I threw back the sheet to let Mom in, but she said that she was too hot and that she would prefer to lie on top of the bed. She suggested that I should do the same and, without warning, turned the sheet down. I was pleased that I had decided to wear pyjama bottoms. I felt her lie down next to me and the thought of how close my own Mom was while I was in such a state of arousal made me feel a little uneasy.

'God, it's so hot', she remarked. 'Give me your hand, honey, and feel the sweat on me'.

Tentatively, I extended my right hand, which Mom took hold of and brought up to her forehead. As she moved my fingers over her brow, it felt like she had just come out of the shower. I remarked that she was very wet indeed. I asked if she wouldn't mind blowing out the candle so that I could get to sleep. It looked as though my relief would have to wait a while longer.

'Not 'till you give your Mom a goodnight kiss', she said, in a voice that I had never heard before.

So, I turned around and gave Mom a little peck on the cheek and wished her sweet dreams.

'Oh, come on honey, surely you can kiss your Mom goodnight better than that', she challenged.

I pretended not to hear and just closed my eyes. I didn't really know what was happening. I didn't realise until many days afterwards that Mom was, what is termed, a nymphomaniac. And that Dad had been withholding his attention for many days previously, in an attempt at cruelty. Looking back, I know now that she had reached the point where need and desire outweigh common sense.

'Well, I guess if you don't want to kiss me goodnight properly, then I'll have to kiss you', Mom said with a quivering voice.

I turned and watched in amazed silence as Mom raised herself onto her right elbow and brought her face down to mine. I knew that I should have resisted as her lips softly brushed at the corners of my mouth, but to be honest, I didn't want her to stop.

Then, when Mom's lips covered mine, and I felt her tongue licking at me, I just let myself respond and opened my mouth. Mom began to smother me with her face and I began to explore the inside of her mouth with mine. I felt her hand on my belly, gently kneading me. Soon, Mom's fingers were teasing their way down to the cord of my pyjamas. I took a sharp intake of air as she deftly pulled the knot apart and my dick sprung up into a vertical position. But that feeling was as nothing compared to the sensations I felt as Mom slowly let her left hand grasp my throbbing shaft.


Sins of the Father



I hadn't seen much of my girls since my divorce 17 years ago. My wife moved to New York, she got custody of our two girls, Janet and Adrienne. I stayed in California, extremely tired of the New York winters. The girls spent some holidays with me, plus almost every summer. Not too many people would complain about spending a summer under the warm California sun. I know it wasn't the best of arrangements, but at least my girls knew they still had a father. My divorce from Rachel was mostly amicable, for their sake. We both wanted our girls to grow up healthy and happy.

"We'll agree to do what's best for the girls, right Jim?" Rachel said and I totally agreed with that.

This year, my girls came for a longer visit and to scope out UCLA and other possibilities for furthering their education. It was a convenient time for their mother, who went off on a long-awaited trip to Europe. 

Adrienne's almost 19 now, her sister is 20. They're sweet, lovely intelligent girls. I am extremely proud of both of them, they're both Straight-A students, very involved in their community.

Jan is very much her mother's daughter, blonde, with a cool, sensual beauty, her skin tans to a golden brown and her eyes are a pale blue. She's sexy and outgoing, with a toned, trim body. She looks like a California beach-bunny.

Adrienne is very much her Daddy's child. She has my European looks, with long, jet-black hair and dark, piercing eyes. Her coloring is much darker than her sister's, more Mediterranean, there is a smoldering intensity to her than Jan does not share. She has eyes that seem to question the world, to take it all in.

Both of my girls were happy to see me again, giving me lots of hugs and kisses. I had recently moved to a new home with a pool, so the girls got changed into bikinis only minutes after they arrived, Jan put on a pink string bikini while Adrienne's was a nice powder blue.

While my girls were sunning themselves outdoors and frolicking in the pool, I went to get a few steaks to grill for dinner. I'd already prepared for their visit, taken some time off from the Talent Agency I work for, but forgotten to stock the fridge. I doubted the girls would be happy with Hot Dogs and Tofu for dinner. 

I got home about an hour later, arms laden with groceries. I didn't see the girls out by the pool, so I called out, trying to find out where they were. "We're in the den Daddy!" I heard Jan yell. I grabbed a few beers and headed for the den.

I walked into my den and got one hell of a shock. The lights were dimmed, my girls were watching a movie on the VCR. Both of them were paying rapt attention.

However, this wasn't just any movie. It was a Porno Movie. One of my old porno movies. Yeah, you read that right.

A few years before I met their mom, I worked in porn to make ends meet. I did a hell of a lot of films and truthfully, loved every minute of it. Hell, I was in my early 20's, was fucking different women every day, in various combinations, who wouldn't love it? I was living high on the hog, the money was really good, I was able to do anything I wanted and was beholden to no one. I was still making a few films when I met Rachel, their mom. When Rachel and I became engaged, I quit and worked hard to build a career. Rachel was cool with it, so long as it remained in the past. It wasn't a subject that came up in discussions very often.

We'd never told the girls about any of this – why bother? Now, they knew. I'd kept quite a few of my films, remembering the good times. Over the years, especially since the divorce, I'd relived those moments as a great kind of nostalgia. I had fucked some pretty incredible women in those bygone day, and I'd been damned good at it. Children don't think of their parents as sexual, but here were my two girls, watching their father fuck women who had been about their age at the time.

"God Daddy!" Jan breathed "You were a real stud! They seem to be loving it!"

"Look Jan!" Adrienne squealed. "Daddy's doing two girls at once!"

I remembered that particular scene well, I was screwing pretty blonde Colleen while she was eating the pussy of a cute Asian hottie named Kristina. Colleen had the cutest tits and the sweetest ass in the business, we had a lot of fun off-camera as well. Unfortunately for me, a bit later on, she came to realize she preferred Kristina's pussy to my cock and they eventually moved in together. We didn't stop fooling around though.

I felt like I was nine shades of red, but my girls were obviously loving every minute of the porn film. "God Daddy!" Jan echoed her earlier statement "You look like you're having a blast."

The cat was out of the bag, so I sat in my big recliner and opened a beer. "Those were wonderful times honey, I have to admit. I loved your Mom, but I was no saint before I met her. And before either one of you asks, yes, she knew all about it."

"I'LL say you were no saint, Daddy!" Adrienne said with a loopy grin. "What was the kinkiest thing you ever did, Daddy?"

Should I tell her, I thought? I think the beer had made me bold, so I went for it. "It was actually the film I made after that one honey. I made love with Colleen and her twin sister, Shawna." Shawna was even wilder than Colleen, I remembered with a smile. I dated her for a few months, her favorite thing in the world was for me to tie her to the bed, face down, and spank her ass until it glowed beet-red. She loved it when I fucked her sweet, round ass and came all over it.

Jan's blue eyes went wide-open. "Sisters?! Daddy, you naughty, naughty man!"

A sly smile came over Adrienne's face as she came over and sat on the arm of my big recliner, still wearing the tiny blue bikini she'd been wearing earlier. "So Daddy, the idea of incest doesn't bother you?" She ran a fingertip up and down my arm as she asked me this question.

I think a part of me knew what was happening, but I guess being a little lonely, I didn't really care. "Baby, those girls really loved each other. They couldn't make each other pregnant and I was always careful and wore protection. No one was hurt, it was just sexy fun and games."

I saw a look pass between my two girls and Adrienne stood up and faced her sister. The girls wrapped their arms around each other and their lips met in a very hot, erotic kiss. I think my jaw dropped to the floor as Adrienne moved down her sister's tanned body, kissing her all over as she moved further downward. She pulled Jan's pink bikini to one side, exposing her tanned, round little breasts, she was so beautiful. I couldn't say a word, my mouth wouldn't work. 

Adrienne took another look over at me and pulled her top to one side. "What do you think Daddy? Are we nearly as pretty as those twins you fucked?"

I nodded, not yet capable on intelligent speech. "Prettier" I managed to croak out. It was true, the contrast between my blonde daughter and her dark-haired sibling was quite sensual.

The girls walked over to me on bare feet, and pulled me over to the couch they'd been sitting on. It was still warm from the heat of their bodies. I switched off the movie, the scene before me was far, far sexier than any movie I had ever seen or participated in.

The girls practically melted to the floor, Adrienne on top of her sister. She pulled the ties at the side of Jan's bikini and yanked it off, Jan did almost the same thing. Both my babies were naked, sexy as hell and their hands began roaming all over each other's naked bodies. Their lips met in sweet, loving kisses and they ran their fingers through each other's hair as they rubbed together, squirming and giggling with desire.

Lean and sexual Adrienne rubbed her darker body against her sister's, pussy rubbing pussy, nipple to nipple, tongues entwined and kissing each other. I began to get undressed, it was evident what was eventually going to happen. I was going to join my beautiful girls in sexual congress, I was going to be the meat in a very sexy sandwich.

I was down to my boxers now as my girls shifted around and moved into the classic position of `69'. If I live to be 100, I don't think I'll ever forget how beautiful they looked at that moment.

My movie may have been what heated them up, but from the squeals and cries I heard, this wasn't their first time as playmates. "Ohhhh Jannie!" I heard Adrienne yelling. "It's so naughty, having you eat my snatch while Daddy watches!"

Between licks of her sister's pussy, I heard Jan say "Oh yeah Adrienne, you have the sweetest pussy. It's so wet, so tight. Want me to fingerfuck you baby, and play with your clitty?"

"You sweet bitch, you know I love that!" Adrienne squealed again as her sister inserted a slim finger into her sister's tight cunt. Jan's fingers were moving in and out of her sister while Adrienne continued to lap at her sister's tight snatch. I had been correct, my daughters were indeed lovers and I wondered how long this illicit coupling had been going on?

I was stroking my cock on occasion, trying hard not to cum yet. I wanted to join my daughters on the floor, yet I knew they'd let me know when the time was right. There was no rush, I was enjoying watching my daughters in the throes of lesbian passion. They squeezed each other's butt cheeks as they continued their sapphic tryst.

"Mmmm, nobody's as naughty as you, you little slut!" Jan yelled at her sister.

"Of course not!" Adrienne retorted. "I've sucked your pussy enough times, I should know my way around!" Adrienne raked a manicured finger over her sibling's clit, which caused Jan to screech in passion.

Hearing their erotic loveplay got me even hotter. Their bodies were glowing from perspiration and the dim light of the room, it was sexy as hell to see these two young women, my own daughters, locked in a heated, lesbo clinch.

Writhing sinuously all over each other, mouthing each other's bodies, words of passion and endearment escaping their lips, this was one of the damned sexiest thing I'd ever seen, and I'd been in over 100 movies. They were grunting, squirming in their heat, yet neither of them seemed to be tired. Nor was their any shame in what they were doing, they were fucking each other lewdly in front of their old man – who was loving each and every second of it!

I could see Adrienne's tongue lick and lap at her sister's almost-nude pussy, she'd occasionally suck it deep into her mouth and pull on the lips. Jan, by contrast, was almost soft in her loving, she barely moved, just teasingly flicked at her sister's clit with her tongue.

The girls were panting now, bodies bucking against each other on the floor, I could tell they were having little mini-climaxes.

"Uh Uh UH!" I heard Jan moan.

"Oh! Oh! OH!" Adrienne screamed as she climaxed.

The girls pulled apart and both looked up at me, beaming, their faces glistening with the juices from each other's hot pussies. "Daddy." was all both of them said.

I nodded in tacit agreement and joined my little sweeties on the rug. I felt Adrienne press her soft lips to mine in a passionate kiss as Jan removed what was left of my clothing. My tongue continued to duel with Adrienne's as I felt a warm mouth engulf my shaft.

I looked down to the kinkiest, hottest sight any parent of a wild, sexy young woman can ever see, my pretty blonde daughter, blue eyes staring up at me as she sucked at my bulging cock. Her face broke into a wide smile and she gave me some of the best head I've ever received, bobbing her head up and down, slurping noisily on my throbbing dick.

Her sister and I were kissing as Jan worked her magic on my skin-flute, tasting every inch of it, trailing all over it, with noisy, sucking noises. She fondled my balls as she removed her mouth and asked softly "Like that, Daddy?"

God, how the hell was I expected to answer that? She came up for a kiss as her sibling went down and began to blow me with the same kind of expertise. She was even more ardent in her cocksucking than Jan, bobbing her head up and down quickly, really getting into it.

I knew if my girls kept this up, I wasn't going to last long. Jan's beautifully manicured hands were roaming all over my body as her sister sucked at my rod. 

I asked "Who gets fucked first?"

Adrienne responded "Jan's oldest Daddy, she should go first. I can wait my turn." Jan blew her sister a kiss and grinned.

"How does my sweet baby want it?" Jan looked at me with a face that would melt stone.

"I want to ride you Daddy. Then Adrienne can suck my titties while I do. She loves my tits, don't you hun?" Adrienne's lusty grin answered that question.

Jan got on top of me in a reverse-cowgirl and impaled herself on my cock. She rode me like a bucking bronco, arching her hips and taking me in deep while her sister licked her from head to toe, slithering her tongue all over her sibling's hot body. As Jan's pussy was milking me, her sister would lick our joined bodies, causing erotic tremors to pass through both of us. I could hear Jan's little cries of joy as she climaxed and removed herself from my cock.

"My turn Daddy. I like it from behind, like a Doggy-bitch. Fuck me hard Daddy, and don't spare me anything! Make me feel it Daddy, really give it to me!"

I did just as my wild daughter requested and slammed my engorged prick into her from behind, putting it to her with all the force I could muster. I pounded her savagely, but Adrienne gave as good as she got, she was a truly uninhibited little fuck! Moving her ass back against my invading cock, she and I noticed that Jan had moved in front of her sister. Within a few scant seconds, Jan was once again being eaten out by her lesbian lover / sister.

To see such love and desire might have shocked some people, but not me. It was easy to see my girls were crazy about each other and they were sharing that love with their father. As I dicked one daughter, the blue eyes of the other were watching us with love and affection. Jan mouthed "I love you Daddy. Fuck her!" and I smiled and did just that.

I was holding on to my daughter's hips, fucking Adrienne for all I was worth, watching her sister's pussy glisten under her licking tongue. I was awash in love, desire, kink and passion combined, I didn't want it to stop. I wanted it to go on and on, to fill them with all the passion I could think of.

I finally yelled "I'm cumming!" and pulled out of my daughter's pussy, losing my jizz all over her silky, bronzed backside. Jan moved over and began licking my cum off her sister's body. I thought it was brazen, and very, very sexy.

Our shopping trips to Fredericks are getting a little pricey, but every time I see my girls in their new purchases, I know it's worth it. They dress sexy for "their" man – and for each other too – and I know a lot of guys who'd kill to be in my position. Sorry though fellas – I'm not into sharing and my girls are happy with their Daddy and with each other.

We spent every day of that wonderful summer having sex and making love. My girls are the light of my life and they are staying here now, their Mom's cool with it. I think she likes having the privacy. Maybe she's got a new boyfriend, I hope so, everyone deserves to be happy.

As for me, I have soft, sensual romantic times with my two girls. Times where I just watch them make love, slowly, tenderly until they ask me to join in. Other times, I have nights where, like last night, they wear black leather and Adrienne fucks Jan with a dildo while I fuck her up the ass. They scream and carry on and are both nasty, fucking sluts – all for my benefit. EVERY night, I sleep between two women who love me. I don't think my life could get any better. I hope, with all my heart, that this can go on forever.



Sins of the Father.



Father Malone was sipping appreciatively at the cognac in his brandy balloon when the telephone rang at his armchair side. He answered it in a languid tone, but immediately became more attentive and business like when he recognised the voice of the Mother Superior from St Catherine’s Convent.

“Ah, Malone, you old rascal, I realise this is an enormous imposition, but could you possibly accommodate Sister Abigail over the weekend? Our renovation work will be finished on Monday, so it will only be for a couple of days.”

“No imposition at all Mother Superior,” replied Malone. “Send her round when ever you like, I’m not going anywhere.”

After exchanging a few pleasantries with the Mother Superior Malone settled back into his armchair and savoured his cognac. He was not unpleased at the prospect of female company over the weekend, but hoped to God Sister Abigail would not turn out to be a geriatric battle axe. Despite his vow of chastity he liked his women young, nubile and saucy. In fact, the sin of concupiscence had been Malone’s biggest failing during his thirty years in the priesthood. He had tried to fight his lustful nature and stop his furtive visits to the local brothel, but it was no use, his craving for sex was simply too strong. Perhaps Sister Abigail might also have a few failings in that direction he mused, as he eased his ten-inch cock out of his trousers and began to stroke its engorged length.

Sister Abigail arrived on Malone’s doorstep at 6.10pm. She was the epitome of everything he desired in a woman – African, mid twenties, about 5ft 4in, medium build, with a radiant face and beaming smile. He took her hand and helped her over the threshold.


“Let me take your bag, Sister Abigail. I’ve prepared your room and switched on the boiler in case you wish to bathe.”

“Oh thanks Father Malone, that’s very kind of you. Yes, I would like to bathe if you don’t mind.”

“Mind? Of course not; you must treat this as your own home and feel free to do whatever you like,” he reassured her. “Your bathroom is en suite so don’t worry about me, I have my own facilities.”

Malone’s heart was pounding with excitement as he left Abigail to unpack her bag and prepare to bathe. Everything was going according to plan, she had readily agreed to his suggestion to bathe, and now, with his eye glued to the hole he had drilled in her bathroom wall that afternoon, he was desperately eager to view her naked body.

Abigail discarded her nun’s habit on the bed and entered the bathroom with arms fumbling behind her back to unhook her bra fastenings. She released her breasts from their confinement and then, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers, bent down to remove her nether garment. She had the body of a sprint athlete. Her black skin shone like burnished ebony over rounded muscular buttocks. Her flat stomach, so supple and narrow, accentuated the exquisite curves and thrust of her firm, curvaceous breasts. An inverted triangle of jet black pubic hair surmounted the slit of her vulva; a natural pointer to the warm, orgasmic potential between her legs.

Abigail turned on the bath taps and, while waiting for the tub to fill, began to stretch and exercise her naked body. Malone watched awe-struck at this gymnastic cabaret she was unwittingly performing for his sexual pleasure. Slowly, without taking his eye off Abigail, he peeled back the foreskin covering his huge knob head and anointed it with baby oil. He massaged the fridge-cooled oil delicately around his swollen cock, allowing it to drool liberally down the length of his mighty shaft. Then, with sheer voyeuristic abandon, he furiously began to abuse his lubricated member until he was on the verge of ejaculating. He eased off to prolong his pleasure, but at that point Abigail was exposing her beautiful bottom and genitalia in a rhythmic bending exercise, and Malone could not restrain himself. He ejaculated with a massive shudder of pleasure that convulsed his whole body. Hot jets of white sperm spurted from his pulsating erection and hit the wall as he gasped in blissful satisfaction. Oh, that was sinful, reflected Malone as he cleaned up afterwards, but by God I enjoyed it! 

After her bath Abigail went downstairs to join Malone in the lounge. She was dressed in a white towelling bathrobe, with nothing on her feet or head. Malone rose from his seat as she entered the room and offered her a cup of tea.

“Oh, that’s very kind of you Father, but I would prefer something a little stronger if you don’t mind.”

“Will you join me in a cognac?” he asked, somewhat bemused by her lack of Sisterly piety. 

“Cognac will be fine, thank you,” she confirmed, relaxing into the armchair opposite Malone’s.

Malone prepared their drinks and handed one to her, noticing a bare stretch of thigh and the scent of jasmine perfume as he did so. She smiled and thanked him in a tone of voice that Malone interpreted as somewhat seductive, and as he returned to his chair he had the distinct impression that Sister Abigail was prick teasing him. No Malone, stop it; you’re becoming a sex maniac, he thought as he sank into his armchair. He reached for his drink and raised it to his lips, and promptly choked at the sight that met his eyes across the room. Sister Abigail was sitting stark naked with her legs hooked over the armchair sides. Malone was astounded, and could only gawp in speechless disbelief as she calmly sipped her cognac.

“Sister Abigail,” roared Malone, his power of speech regained, “what is the meaning of this outrageous behaviour.”

“Calm yourself Malone, I know you enjoy watching me naked, so here I am.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” stuttered Malone, conscious that she had rumbled his penchant for voyeurism.

“I saw the hole in the wall, Malone, and I heard you playing with yourself. You’ve had your pleasure at my expense and now it’s pay back time. There’s a rumour at the convent that you’re endowed with an abnormally large penis and I want to see if it’s true. So what about it, are you big?” 

“It depends what you mean by big,” he answered, wondering how on earth the nuns at St Catherine’s had got to know about the size of his penis.

“Oh, I guess a big penis would be about seven or eight inches,” she speculated, as she shamelessly rubbed her exposed cunt.

“Well, come and see for yourself,” invited Malone, unzipping his trousers.

Abigail chortled in delight and shot across the room to assist Malone with his trousers. Her bravado was carrying the day, but she had no real idea of what she was about to encounter. For all her brazen behaviour, she was not that experienced in sex, and what now emerged from Malone’s trousers was beyond her wildest imaginings. She was genuinely shocked.

“Oh, Malone, you’re gigantic!” she cried, staring with eyes like saucers at his rampant erection. “Oh, please let me touch it! Please let me lick it! Please! Please! Father!”

“Help yourself,” he said, hurriedly stripping for action.

Immediately she pounced upon his enormous erection and began to slurp and suck like a voracious animal. Her greedy, salivating mouth relishing his tumescent schlong, while she frantically finger fucked her self into a state of sexual frenzy. Then she gasped the words he’d been waiting to hear. 

“Fuck me, Father!”

“Oh, with pleasure, Sister,” panted Malone as he manoeuvred her to the floor and parted her smooth black thighs.

Malone eased his massive tool into her wet gash and withdrew. He penetrated again and withdrew, and then again, but slightly faster this time. Abigail groaned her approval, and then began to orchestrate Malone’s fuck strokes from beneath his thrusting buttocks.

“Fuck me Father! I can take it! Shove it in me! Give me all you’ve got! Harder! Faster! Come on you old bastard! Fuck me brainless! Faster! Faster! Fuck me you dirty priest! Fuck harder! Harder! Harder! Yes! Yes! Ooooh…I love it Malone…Keep going…don’t stop! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Malone felt the urgent, hot surge of his impending orgasm and swiftly withdrew from Abigail’s juicy fuck hole. For a second he held his quivering member over her sweat-soaked body, and then, in a spasm of pure, delicious pleasure, shot forth long spurts of thick white sperm. Abigail screamed in mutual climax as his spurting cock bespattered her breasts and belly; her intense pleasure only gradually subsiding into a moan of contentment as she licked Malone’s cum from her proud, sensitive nipples.

Malone and Abigail are now discreet fuck buddies – very discreet. Yes, they are sinners. But who the fuck isn’t?



Sins of the Father



Bobby had known Dashawn since elementary school. They had become nearly inseparable even though they were from different parts of town. Bobby was raised in a "white" neighborhood. He'd been branded a ginger by most of his friends. Dashawn grew up in an "urban" community and had grown friendly with the outcast ginger through their mutual interest in video games.

Bobby had spent many nights at Dashawn's and had become a welcome sight. It was just after high school graduation when things between their families took a strange turn when Dashawn's dad had an encounter with Bobby's dad. It would seem that Dashawn's dad, JT, had known William since they were in school and in those days William wasn't shy about tossing around the "n" word. What started as a friendly encounter brought back years of memories to JT. Memories he wished he'd forgotten. He had told Dashawn that he didn't want him to hang out with Bobby any longer and several months had past, leaving Bobby to feel withdrawn and alone.

Until he took it upon himself to see Dashawn.

Bobby pulled up in front of Dashawn's and noticed that Dashawn's car was gone. Bobby knocked on the door and JT answered. He didn't seem happy to see the red head. "Dashawn's not here," he said as he began to close the door.

"Wait," Bobby begged, "Why hasn't he come over or visited?" 

JT opened the door. "Because your dad's an asshole."

Bobby became enraged, "Whoa dude! Why would you say that?"

"I knew your dad back in high school," JT admitted. "All these years I've been trying to remember how I knew him and it finally struck me. He was the asshole that called me names."

JT slammed the door but Bobby didn't leave. He couldn't believe it. He knocked on the door again and when JT came to the door, Bobby begged, "I've been best friends with Dashawn for too long to let some shit my dad did fuck it up."

JT looked at him. "When Dashawn moves out, he can hang out with whoever he wants. But until then, he has to listen to what I say."

"We can work this out," Bobby offered. "I can ask my dad to apologize."

"I already asked him to apologize and he laughed in my face," JT responded. His large frame shook as he got agitated. 

"Please let me in," Bobby pleaded, "I am sure I can fix this."

TJ looked at Bobby, annoyed but he stepped aside and let Bobby in. The two sat in the living room. "I'm done letting white people treat me like shit."

"You shouldn't have to feel that way," Bobby offered. He kept tucking his long red hair behind his ears. "I wish I could go back and kick my dad's ass."

"You wouldn't do that," JT said.

"The hell I wouldn't. I've been picked on before and treated unfairly just because of how I look," Bobby declared. "I hate being called a ginger."

JT looked at Bobby, understanding his frustration.

"I wish there were something I could do for you to make you feel better," Bobby offered.

"Things have been rough since Dashawn's mother died," JT admitted.

"I miss her too," Bobby said. The two sat there quietly for a moment. "So you don't date?"

"Not really," JT said. 

"A dude like you has got to get a lot of ass," Bobby said. 

"I've been too busy," JT said before he added, "I don't feel comfortable talking about this with you."

"It's just two guys talking about sex," Bobby said. "I'm no virgin."

"Great, even the little white dude gets more ass than me."

Bobby laughed. "Well, I'm a bit of a whore. People are always curious what my pubes look like." 

"Why?" JT asked, intrigued.

"They are bright red," Bobby said.

"I wouldn't know. Never been with white." JT said. 

"Dashawn has," Bobby admitted.

"Really?" JT said, shocked to hear Bobby be so candid.

"Yeah," he said. "He prefers them."

"He never brings home his girlfriends," JT said.

"He hasn't found the one just yet," Bobby said. "He's test driving the hell out of them though." The two sat there quietly. The moment seemed awkward. "If you're curious, I'll show you my pubes and you can call me a ginger."

JT laughed. He then began thinking about how Bobby could make him feel better. "It's too bad you ain't a chick, then I'd be interested in seeing your pubes." JT tugged on his limp cock and Bobby could see it's outline in JT's shorts.

"Holy shit!" Bobby said.

"What?" 

"Your hog... it's fucking huge!" Bobby said, staring at the outline.

"It's not that big," JT said.

"The fuck it aint," Bobby argued. "How big is it?"

"I'm uncomfortable talking about this with you," JT said.

"Let me see it. I bet it's like one of those guys in a porno," Bobby said.

"Get the fuck out of my house!" JT said suddenly in an aggravated tone.

Bobby couldn't help but stare at the outline of JT's enormous cock. "I know how you can get my dad back," Bobby offered.

"I said get out," JT reiterated. 

"I'm serious," Bobby said as he got up, heading for the door.

"How?" JT asked.

"Let me take a picture of it and email it to him anonymously," Bobby suggested.

"What would that do?" JT asked.

"My dad's not that big," Bobby admitted. "He's probably my size."

"How big are you?" JT asked.

Without hesitation, Bobby dropped his pants. His limp cock was about two inches long and uncut. JT stared at it.

"That's it?" JT said.

"It's short but it's also fat," Bobby said. "Now let me see yours."

JT reluctantly pulled down his shorts and revealed his long, black cock. His pubes were trim and his balls were huge and Bobby just stared at it.

"How old are you?" Bobby asked. 

"I'll be forty," JT said. "Why?"

"You should do porn," Bobby said as he took out his phone and started taking pictures of JT's long thick and still limp cock.

"What are you doing?" JT asked.

"I'm gonna send these pics to my dad and he'll be jealous," Bobby said.

"No!" JT said.

"Why not?" Bobby asked.

"Because it's weird."

"It'll make him feel small. Hell... it makes me feel small," Bobby said.

JT realized that Bobby's cock was still out.

"Okay," JT reluctantly gave in.

Bobby continued taking pictures. "We need something for size reference," Bobby suggested.

"Like what?" 

Bobby reached his hand out next to the massive member in front of him and snapped a picture. Then he gripped it.

JT liked how his young white hand felt on his cock. It was exploring his girth and length and JT leaned back. Gradually, his cock got harder in Bobby's hand.

"Holy shit!" Bobby said. "That's like the length of my forearm."

Bobby pulled his hand away.

"Don't stop," JT said.

"Dude," Bobby began, "you got hard in my hand. Are you gay?"

"No but..." JT didn't have an answer. He was horny and his cock had suffered from years of neglect. He grabbed Bobby's hand and pulled it back to his cock. "Stroke me."

Bobby gripped the thick shaft and tugged on it. He found it pleasurable to touch this older black man's cock. His fingers couldn't meet around the thick meat and it excited him.

JT grabbed Bobby by the hair of his head and pulled him to his cock. Bobby opened up and took the thick black head into his mouth. He slurped like he'd seen in pornos and then gagged deep. JT let go and watched Bobby happily take over. His head moved up and down over the long thickness of black meat. Bobby's little cock wiggled as he moved and JT reached down to touch it. His fingers rubbed the pubes before it pulled the foreskin back on Bobby's little cock and revealed a tiny perineum. Bobby's hands gripped JT's cock and balls as he noisily went to work on pleasuring the head.

"You ever suck dick?" JT asked.

Bobby pulled the cock from his mouth. "No. I am wishing I had though." He continued slurping. Ropes of spit and precum dripped from his chin. JT stood up and Bobby continued to noisily service him. "Your cock tastes good," he said, nearly out of breath. JT pulled the white boy up and rubbed their cocks together. 

"Let's go to my bed," JT said and the two went up to the bedroom. JT sat Bobby on the edge of the bed and he knelt down and teased Bobby's little cock with his tongue. Soon, he had the whole thing in his mouth and Bobby was moaning while his red, fuzzy balls pressed against JT's chin. "Damn, I see what you mean. Dick tastes good."

JT stood up and opened the drawer next to his bed. He pulled out a bottle of baby oil and squirt it all over his dick.

"Um... I'm not sucking that anymore," Bobby admitted.

"I know," JT said before he flipped Bobby over onto his belly. 

Bobby tried to crawl away. "No! Stop!" he begged.

JT pinned him down and pressed his large cock against the fuzzy red asshole in front of him. The head disappeared and Bobby moaned out in pain.

"Relax," JT said. "It won't hurt if you relax."

Bobby pleaded, "Please stop!"

JT forced the rest of his cock in and continued the thrust in and out. "Shut up ginger bitch," JT said as he leaned down and bit Bobby's freckled shoulder. Bobby moaned and pushed back against JT's cock. JT held the length of his cock inside the white ass. "How's that feel, bitch?"

Bobby moaned and JT reached around to feel his little cock. It was hard and dripping and JT began to stroke it. Bobby moaned as his load shot out onto the bed. JT smeared it around into Bobby's pubes then continued to fuck him harder.

"Oh please cum inside me," Bobby begged.

Soon, JT's balls tightened as they began to release their seed inside the white boy's virgin ass. The black cock was withdrawn from the beat up anus and JT lay on his back while Bobby collapsed. 

An hour later, Bobby woke to a warm rag wiping his asshole. "It felt like I had to pee," Bobby admitted. "But I did like it."

"I loved it," JT said. His fingers touched Bobby's sore hole. He then squirt oil onto it and let his finger disappear.

"Oh fuck," Bobby groaned. "It's a bit sore."

JT spread Bobby's ass wide, admiring the bright red pucker before he fingered it again. "It's like a tight pussy," JT described. 

Bobby raised his pasty white ass into the air. He'd been laying in cum and his cock and balls were soaked in the cold, sticky fluid. JT rubbed it. His fingers, slick with cum, invaded the red ringed hole. Bobby relaxed and let his anus open up. The camera on Bobby's phone made a distinctive flash as JT took pictures of Bobby's asshole being violated.

Bobby didn't care.

"Do you like my black cock?" JT asked Bobby.

"I love it," Bobby admitted. "I want to turn gay for it."

"Would you tell your dad that?" JT asked.

Bobby was slow to answer, "Yeah."

JT came around to Bobby's mouth and placed his thick cock on Bobby's lips. The white boy opened his mouth up and took the cock happily as JT snapped off a few pics. He then sent them to Bobby's dad.

"What did you do?" Bobby asked. 

"I am getting your daddy back," JT admitted.

Soon Bobby's phone rang and he answered while still continuing to slurp on JT's juicy cock. JT could only hear Bobby's half of the conversation. "Hello.... yeah that's me. It's JT's big black cock." The caller disconnected.

"Was he mad?" JT asked.

"I think he was but... he'd get over it if he tried some himself." Bobby sucked JT's balls into his mouth and hummed.

JT snapped a few more pictures of the hungry white boy before he returned to the white ass that had taken a beaten just an hour before. This time he fucked Bobby on his back, looking at him and watching him moan.

"I guess this means Dashawn and I can hang out again," Bobby asserted.

"I guess it does."



Sins of the Father



I was getting ready for bed when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. It could only be my daughter Amber. We lived alone since her mother had left when she was only two years old. She was living with me through the summer of her freshman year of college. She had just turned nineteen a month ago. I walked to the door, a towel wrapped around my waist, still damp from my shower, and opened it. Amber's green eyes widened a bit as she looked at my bare chest, a faint blush spread across her cheeks. She quickly looked back up at my face and cleared her throat.

"Dad, I'm out of pain killers and my legs are aching really bad. Do you have any?" She asked, a pleading look on her face. Her dark brown hair hung down in loose waves and her black, silky pajamas showed off her young, curvy body. It took considerable effort not to look at the faint outline of her nipples against the silky fabric.

"Sure thing, honey. I'll go grab something, but let me get some clothes on first." I answered her with a smile. She nodded and I closed the door softly. Going over to my dresser, I opened it and pulled out a pair of plain grey sweats. I slipped them on and headed to the bathroom. All my medication was kept in the medicine cabinet over my sink. I opened it and started shuffling the different bottles around, looking for any pain medicine.

My fingers closed over one particular bottle and I paused. I had gotten it a while back, when I had been having trouble sleeping. They were prescription strength sleeping pills. They had worked wonderfully. I had fallen asleep quickly and slept through the entire night and well into the morning. I almost missed hearing my alarm several times and Amber had come in to wake me. She claimed she had been shaking my shoulder for a while before I woke up.

A horrible idea formed in my head and, feeling disgusted with myself, I went to set the bottle back. But I didn't. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to do it. I was a sick, disgusting man for even having the idea in the first place, but it wouldn't leave my head. I popped open the bottle and shook two pills out onto my palm. Then, before I lost my nerve, I put the bottle up and went back to my door. Amber stood waiting patiently in the hallway. I held out my hand, palm up and she reached out to take the pills from me.

"Thanks", she said, popping them into her mouth. She swallowed them dry, something I'd never been able to do. It always made me gag. "It will take about thirty minutes to kick in." I told her and then smiled, hoping she wouldn't see how nervous I was. She didn't; she smiled back and turned to head to her room. "Night, Dad." She called before disappearing through her door.

I shut my own door and went to lay on my bed, contemplating what I'd just done, and what I planned on doing later. I'd been growing more and more attracted to my daughter as she grew into a young woman. She had beautiful, dark hair that contrasted nicely with her soft, pale skin and the brightest green eyes. She was a petite girl and her body was proportionate to her height. I'd seen her naked recently, on accident. I'd come home from work a bit earlier than usual. The house had been quiet except for the faint sound of music flowing from her open doorway. I'd headed towards it, intending to ask her what she wanted for dinner later. I stopped short when I saw her, sitting nude on her bed, spreading lotion on her skin. Her hair was up in a towel, so I assumed she'd just gotten out of the shower.

She was looking down, clearly preoccupied by what she was doing, and she hadn't noticed me. Her delicate, feminine fingers were rubbing lotion into the skin of her breasts. I felt myself growing hard as I watched her pinch and twist at her pretty, pink nipples. Realizing what I was doing, I quickly and quietly backed away. I walked into my office, shut and locked the door behind me. My cock was throbbing and pressing painfully against my restricting pants. I remember feeling shameful about my reaction, but I couldn't resist unfastening my pants and pulling my hard-on out. I sat in my desk chair, thinking about my daughter as I stroked myself.

I thought about having her in there sucking me off. Her pink lips stretched around my dick as she bobbed her head up and down. I fantasized about burying myself into her warm, wet pussy and fucking her. The taboo thoughts turned me on so much it didn't take long for me to cum. After it was over, I felt a rush of shame and guilt. That didn't stop me from doing it again and again over the next few days. I'd even had erotic dreams concerning my daughter, and as time went on, my attraction only intensified.

I looked over at the clock and was startled to see that an hour had already passed. I had been so lost in my thoughts, I'd lost track of the time. I climbed from my bed and walked out into the hallway. Everything was dark and quiet, with only the low hum of the air conditioner breaking the silence. I crept to my daughter's door and slowly, carefully opened the door. The room was illuminated faintly by the aquarium on her dresser.

Amber's quiet breathing and the flow of the tank's filter were the only things I could hear. I crept closer, closing the door behind me, and paused at the edge of her bed. The covers were only partially covering her body and she was laying on her stomach. Feeling more nervous than I ever have in my life, I called my daughter's name. There was no response from her and so I said it more loudly. Still nothing, and I relaxed only a little.

Taking a deep breath, I reached out and shook her shoulder. There wasn't even a change in her breathing. I shook her a little more roughly, afraid this time she would awaken, but she remained asleep. I could feel my heart pounding with nervous anticipation as I pulled the covers completely off her body. Already my cock was hard and throbbing in my sweats.

I reached out and ran my hand over her shoulders and then down the slope of her back. My palm settled on her firm ass and I relished finally being able to touch it. Growing bolder from her lack of response, I carefully rolled her over and breathed easier when she remained sleeping. I pushed her shirt up until it bunched over her breasts. They were about the size of grapefruits and fit perfectly in my hands as I fondled them. I gently massaged her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples the way I'd watched her do before.

I leaned down and sucked one pebbled nipple into my mouth. There was still no response from her, but just knowing how wrong my actions were, turned me on. My tongue swirled and flicked over her nipple and I enjoyed nibbling it between my teeth. After a moment, I moved over to give the other the same treatment.

By the time I was finished toying with her breasts, my cock was throbbing painfully and pre-cum was leaking steadily from it. I reached for her shorts, hooking my fingers through the waist band of them and her panties. Carefully, I pulled them down and slipped them off her legs. I was thrilled to see that her pussy was shaved clean. I climbed onto the bed and spread her legs. I was surprised, but extremely pleased, to see that she was wet. Her natural lubricant was shimmering in the faint light from the aquarium and I could see it flowing down between the crease of her ass cheeks.

I glanced up at her face to see that she was still sleeping deeply before leaning forward and pressing my mouth against her sex. I couldn't stop the groan of pleasure that escaped me as I tasted her. I licked and sucked at her pussy, relishing the taste of her forbidden fruit. My tongue traced each of her pussy lips and dipped repeatedly into her warm opening. I closed my lips around her clit, sucking it into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue. I felt her muscles begin to rhythmically contract and knew I'd brought her to climax.

I knew it was finally time I sated my incestuous appetite. I climbed up my daughter's body, licking and sucking her soft skin as I went, and settled between her legs. I was so aroused, I thought I might cum from just slipping into her. The head of my cock pressed against her pussy and I felt as I began to slip into her. I could feel her stretching to accommodate my thick shaft. I wanted so badly to just thrust into her as deep and hard as I could, but I held back. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, I pushed into her. I watched her face carefully as each inch slid into her, but she never moved.

Finally, I was buried in her completely. My balls were pressed against her ass and I held still, enjoying the feeling of being inside my daughter's tight pussy. I pulled back and then rocked my hips forward; slowly at first. With each thrust, I could feel my control slipping until I was pounding my cock hard and fast into her slippery pussy. I was sure that she would wake up at any moment from the way I was fucking her, and at this point I no longer cared. To my surprise, she remained comatose. Her firm breasts were bouncing as I continued to thrust into her and I could feel her hard nipples dragging across my chest.

My balls were tightening and tingling. I was close. I leaned down and kissed my daughter's parted lips before slipping my tongue into her mouth. It was the last thing I needed. I had the most powerful orgasm of my life. I groaned as the pleasure peaked and I could feel myself filling my daughter with my cum. I thrust into her weakly a few more times, emptying myself. I propped myself up above her, panting heavily. I sat inside her for a while before finally slipping out and climbing off her bed. I turned to look at her. She was so beautiful, pale skin glowing in the faint light. I could see my cum beginning to leak out of her pussy. I grabbed a towel from her floor and used it to carefully clean her off.

I pulled her panties and shorts back on, covered her with her blanket. I used the towel to clean myself off before pulling on my sweats and retreating to my room, taking the soiled towel with me. I threw it in my hamper and then lay down on my bed. My mind was racing with thoughts about what I'd just done. I couldn't bring myself to regret it completely. I did feel guilty for taking advantage of my daughter like that, but it was the greatest pleasure I'd ever had. I couldn't help thinking about how much I hoped I could get away with doing it over and over.



Sins of the Father



(WARNING!: This work of fiction contains non-consensual, inter-family intercourse)

******

"Dad? Are you home?"

Charles started out of a sound sleep, glancing around the room. He'd fallen asleep in his recliner while watching an old black and white western on TV. What had it been called? Shane, yeah, that was the name of it. Lousy film, but there hadn't been anything better on at the time.

The sound of the front door closing caused him to wake up a bit more. The clink of keys on the table in the entryway told him who was there.

"Dad?" came the query again.

Charles started to respond, but it came out a croak. Clearing his throat, he tried again. "Yeah, Mandy, I'm in here," he called, starting to rise from his chair. The chair groaned under his weight. He wasn't a giant of a man, but he was certainly no lightweight, measuring six feet three inches, and weighing just at 250 lbs. He wasn't what one would call perfectly fit, but he did take care of himself (though he still fell victim to the curse of "love handles"). Of course, at his age, perfectly fit was a hard thing to achieve, even with all the physical labor he did in construction.

"Did you get off work early?" Amanda ("Mandy") asked from the other room.

"Yeah, got rained out on the new project. Probably won't be able to get started on it for a couple of days now."

"Oh, that's too bad," she offered, her voice fading a little as she walked into the kitchen. Charles could hear her setting down some paper sacks. "I brought you some Chinese food. I didn't know if you'd eaten yet."

Finally standing up, he followed the sound of her voice and the smell of the food. "Honey, you didn't have to do that." But as he entered the kitchen to the sight of her unpacking all the cartons, he added, "But I'm glad you did." His words were suddenly accompanied by the growling of his stomach, which caused Amanda to chuckle and smile. She handed him a pair of chopsticks. "How's Sarah?" he asked, bringing up the inevitable question of her mother.

They had separated just over a year before, with a divorce in the works. "Irreconcilable differences," they'd told their daughter. Since then, Charles hadn't bothered even trying to date, he just buried himself in work as much as he could.

Amanda sighed. "She's good. I've . . . I've moved in with her."

THAT caught his attention. "Really? Why?"

She bit her lower lip for a second, making her the spitting image of her mother. Short, dark red hair (natural), slightly curly, bright green eyes, a faint splash of freckles across her nose. And she had her mother's stature, as well. Where Charles was very tall, Amanda stood at five feet two inches. She'd always been small for her age. Even now, at the age of 20, she could still pass for 16.

She stopped biting her lip and answered. "I ran into a little money trouble. My rent went up, but my paycheck didn't."

"Honey, you know you could have asked me to lend you some money."

She was already shaking her head. "Dad, I'm not going to take handouts. When you say lend, that's what you always mean. And before you say it," she added, forestalling him, "I'm paying Mom rent, I'm not leeching off of her."

Charles held up his hands in surrender, still holding the chopsticks. "Alright, it's none of my business. But if you need anything, all you have to do is ask. I love you, honey, you know that." He had always been very careful with his own money, only spending what he needed to be comfortable and putting the rest into a savings account. Sarah had known about his extra money, but amazingly enough, she hadn't demanded any of it in the divorce. She hadn't wanted anything she couldn't earn for herself. It didn't matter to her that his savings now amounted to well over $100,000, not including the value of the house and all his belongings.

"I know you do, Dad," she said. "I just wanna try to get by on my own as much as I can."

It wasn't the words she said that made him proud of her, but the fact that he knew she meant it. Just like her mother, stubborn and independent, all in a good way.

He decided to let it go at that and changed the subject. "Hey, did you know that Pacific Rim is supposed to be on tonight?" He checked his watch. "In about ten minutes, in fact."

"Really?" she asked, interested. "I love that movie! Best sci-fi flick I've seen in a long time. It is to sci-fi what Shane was to westerns."

"Ugh!" Charles grunted. "Hate that movie . . . But do you feel like staying to watch Pacific Rim?"

She lightly slugged his arm for his slight against one of her favorite films, but then she picked up as many of the food cartons as she could carry in one arm. "Try and stop me," she said, sticking her tongue out at him. He chuckled to himself as he gathered the remaining cartons. In many ways, she was still that little girl he used to carry on his shoulder.

As they sat down and watched the film, it started to rain outside, a little at first, but slowly growing. During one of the commercial breaks, an ad for some pop star's new album came on, showing a dozen or so scantily-clad women dancing about provocatively. This, of course, prompted Amanda into a short tirade about how "women like that just make it harder for ALL women to get any REAL respect".

That was actually another point that Charles was proud of in his daughter. Without any sort of prodding on the part of her parents, she'd decided that she was going to wait for marriage. As she told it, "I can't think of a better way to tell my future husband that I love and respect him." Yes, Amanda was certainly one in a million.

At any rate, her rant was short-lived, as the commercial break ended and the film resumed. With only five minutes left in the film, Amanda found herself yawning heavily. Outside, it continued to rain in spite of (or perhaps because of) the warm temperatures.

"I really don't want to drive back in this," Amanda muttered in between yawns. "It's a two-hour drive back to Mom's."

"Your old bedroom still has your bed in it," Charles offered. "I haven't changed anything since you moved out. You can stay here for the night, then drive back in the morning."

Amanda looked out the window at her little blue VW Beetle, considering her options. "Yeah, I think I just might do that." Another yawn threatened to dislocate her jaw. "Besides, it's late and I'm too tired anyway."

"Oh," Charles warned apologetically, "the air conditioner isn't working in there. It quit a couple of weeks ago and I just haven't had the need to have it fixed."

"That's fine," she assured him. "I can always crack open a window if it gets too stuffy. Assuming the rain stops . . ." She walked over to where he sat and leaned down to kiss him on the cheek. "Good night, Dad. Don't worry about the cartons, I'll clean those up before I leave in the morning."

He watched her walk down the hall before he started channel-surfing, turning down the volume so he wouldn't keep her awake. Flicking from channel to channel, everything he saw was boring. He paused a moment on MTV, watching a music video with girls wearing even less than the commercial from earlier. He would have kept watching, but the music wasn't his style. Finally, he flicked the remote and found a channel that he didn't even know he got. As he watched, some woman was getting herself pumped hard by a man that was hung like a horse. Both of them were huffing and moaning, and it wasn't long before Charles felt his manhood stir in his pants.

It had been a long time since he'd been with a woman. Well before the separation, his ex-wife had ceased to show him affections. Glancing toward the hallway to make sure Amanda was in her room, Charles quietly unzipped his pants and freed himself. He wasn't quite as big as the "actor" on the screen, but his own cock wasn't exactly small. As he stroked it in rhythm to the show on screen, it hardened and grew to its full eleven inches, measuring almost three inches thick.

The show played on as he pleasured himself, thinking of how long it had been since he'd last felt the touch of a woman. If only he had a woman here and now . . .

Then a dark, animalistic part of his mind ventured, "But I DO have a woman here . . ." He immediately shook his head to chase away the idea. No, Amanda was his daughter. That would just be wrong. Besides, she was saving herself for marriage. But . . . There was nothing stopping him from pleasuring himself to the THOUGHT of being with her. He closed his eyes for a moment, imagining that the voices of the people on the TV. were Amanda and himself. It felt so good . . .

Then the power suddenly went out.

Charles opened his eyes to partial darkness and swore under his breath. Well, at least the rain had stopped and the moonlight was coming in through the windows. He closed his eyes again and tried to picture the scene without the TV. No luck.

But Amanda is just in the other room, the animal voice whispered to him. I can go in there and look at her while I finish.

At that point, Charles needed to finish. This was the most sex he'd had in ages and he couldn't stop now. He stood up from his chair and carefully made his way to the door of Amanda's room, peeking in to make sure she was asleep. Of course, she was. Just like her mother, fast to get to sleep, almost impossible to wake up. Charles moved into the room, one hand still wrapped around his hard cock.

The light of the moon played through the window, shining softly on his sleeping daughter. In the warmth of the room, she had kicked of her sheets and lay there in her night gown. Of course, it wasn't really a night gown. It was just button-up shirt that was far too large for her. Charles walked to the side of the bed, looking at her, still stroking himself. Yeah, that felt good.

But you can't see anything good, the animal in him complained.

And Charles, knowing that he shouldn't, listened. Releasing his cock, he reached down and slowly began to unbutton her shirt, pausing every time she stirred even the slightest. One by one, he got all the buttons loose and gently pulled the shirt open. In the moonlight, the flesh of her small breasts almost shone, with perfect little nipples standing up. With the warmth of the room, she had a thin sheen of sweat on her skin. The was even a thin trail of sweat on her chest, nestled in the valley between her perfect little breasts. His eyes moved down her body, across her flat stomach and down to where her legs were closed.

Oh, but I've come this far, the animal prodded, I have to see what her pussy looks like.

Charles didn't argue with himself. Carefully hooking his hands under her knees, he spread her legs apart. And if he had been stiff before, rigid was the only word to describe his cock when he saw her perfect, little pussy. He set to stroking himself again. Oh, yeah, that felt good.

I should touch it, the animal urged, I should touch the tip of my cock against it, just to know how she feels.

At that, Charles did hesitate. This was his daughter! What was he thinking?! But, it was only just touching it. And she would never know . . .

Carefully easing himself onto the bed between her legs, he lowered himself down and lightly touched the tip against her flesh. Ooooohhhh, the warmth, however faint, felt better. Now he was throbbing. Using the head of his cock, he began to caress her, teasing her pussy lips, even touching her clit. Oh, it felt incredible. He rubbed it against her clit for several minutes, eliciting a soft moan from her. He paused, afraid she would wake, but she showed no signs that she would. He started caressed her clit again. Another minute or two and he realized that there was moisture on her pussy. And it wasn't from him. Even in her sleep, she was getting wet from his attentions.

She moaned again, smiling, but never opening her eyes. He stopped, waiting until he though it was safe to go on. Then he felt her hips move, unconsciously rubbing herself against him. Her slick pussy lips beckoned him.

It could feel even better than this, the animal urged him, I could just put the tip in, play with her a little. Then I could just take it out, jerk off and go to bed.

By now, Charles was beyond arguing with the voice. With a thumb and an index finger, he pulled apart the wet lips of her pussy and gently pushed in. At first, he didn't think it would fit at all, but he just pushed a little harder until he felt it start to slide in. She was so incredibly tight. With half of the tip in, he felt so good, so alive. He pushed a little further, a little further . . . And then he felt the sudden give as the entire head of his cock slipped inside, nestled snugly in her vagina. Oh, God, he felt like he could explode right then.

She moaned even more, this time quite loudly, gyrating her hips slightly in her sleep. It felt like her pussy was sucking his cock into her. 

Hear that? the animal pondered. Feel how her pussy moves, pulling at me? Yeah, she wants it. She wants ME. I wonder how deep I can go before I have to stop?

Between the voice in his head and Amanda's unconscious movements, Charles felt the need to comply. Bit by bit, his pushed himself deeper into his own daughter. With just an inch further, he felt her hymen pressing against his cock.

Then all of a sudden, Amanda stirred, opening her eyes to see her father kneeling between her legs in the moonlight,

"Mm. Dad?" she said sleepily. "What's going on?" She noticed the burning, throbbing sensation between her legs, and looked down to see her father's thick cock stuffed into her petit pussy. In an instant, she was awake, her eyes wide with shock. "Dad, what are you do-hmmmhhmmph!"

She was cut off by her father's hand clamping down over her mouth, while the other hand grabbed her wrist and pinned it to the bed. Her free hand struggled in vain to pull his hand from her mouth.

Then he began to move his hips slightly, making short strokes in and out, pressing against her hymen each time.

"Honey, I'm sorry," he told her. Now he wanted to stop, but he just didn't have any control anymore. "I'm so sorry." He pressed his cock tightly against her hymen, the drew it back slowly, ominously. She must have realized what he was about to do, because she began to shake her head violently, her terrified green eyes begging him not to do it.

"I'm so sorry."

Then he thrust himself into her hard, tearing away her virginity and slamming in until there just wasn't anymore room for his cock. Her entire vagina suddenly tensed from the sudden pain, and the sensation was wonderful. Amanda's eyes suddenly grew as wide as they possibly could and she emitted a muffled scream against her father's hand.

Without even waiting for her tiny pussy to grow accustomed to his size, he drew back and thrust again, filling her with as much of himself as he could. She screamed again, to no more affect than before. She was tight on him, even more than her mother had been when they'd first made love all those years ago. But he wasn't making love to his daughter. Every logical part of his brain knew that this was rape, plain and simple. He abandoned himself into the lust, stabbing into her over and over, undoubtedly bruising her pussy with his sexual attacks.

After few minutes, Amanda's screams had softened into sobs and tears trailed from her eyes. She was no longer fighting him, she was just crying for it to be over, her body shaking as much from her sobs as from his savage thrusts. Her father continued his assault, all the while muttering hoarsely, "I'm sorry, honey, I'm sorry."

When he finally slowed for a moment, he took his hand away from her mouth. She didn't scream, she just wept.

"Please, Dad, stop!" she begged him softly between sobs. "Please, don't do this!"

"I wish I could, honey," he told her. "I just can't stop."

He slowed even further and even almost regained his control. But then he felt her pussy moving, grinding against him. Part of him wished that it meant she wanted it, but the his logic told him that it was only her body reacting. There was no way that she wanted her father to rape her. Even so, it made his cock as rigid as it had ever been and he began to pump it into her once more, despite her pleas and protests.

Finally he felt something hot flood around his cock, and her pussy clenched hard around him, squeezing him, trying to milk him. It took a few seconds for him to realize that he had just forced his own daughter to cum on his cock. The sudden heat and incredible tightness pushed his control even further away and he began to thrust wildly, feeling an old familiar tingle along his length.

Amanda must have somehow understood what his sudden speed meant, because she started again to shake her head, begging him.

"No, Dad, please! Don't do it! No, no, no, no, please don't, please don't . . ." She kept repeating it over and over, but the pleas seemed only to spur him on.

Deep down, he wanted to stop. He wanted to pull out. Really, he did. But he just couldn't help himself.

With a primal roar, Charles felt his cock explode inside his daughter, ejaculating glob after huge glob of his seed into her womb.

She must have felt it filling her up, as she cried even more and kept repeating, "No, no, no, no, no, no . . ."

Charles pumped into her for another minute or so, letting her pussy milk the rest of his cum from him. When he finally felt his cock grow soft inside her, he eased himself down beside her, holding her leg so that his spent cock never left her battered vagina.

"I'm so sorry, honey," he told her again, brushing some of her sweat-soaked hair from her face. "I wish I could have stopped. I wish I hadn't even started."

But she wasn't hearing him at all. She just stared at him with tear-filled eyes, asking him, "Why? Why did you do this? What did I do wrong?" She kept asking it, never listening for an answer, too shocked to do anything else.

All he could do was apologize, tell her that it wasn't her fault, and hold her close. After a while, she finally cried herself to sleep. When he was sure that she was sound asleep, Charles disentangled himself from her and left her room, heading shamefully to his own bed. It took him two hours to finally fall asleep.

******

When Charles awoke the next morning, the clock showed it to be well past nine. At first, he thought he'd overslept, that he would be late for work, then he remembered the rain. They wouldn't need him on the project until tomorrow at the earliest. As he rolled over and stood up from the bed, he suddenly recalled the night before and what he had done.

With his self-loathing at an all-time high, he made his way to Amanda's old room to check on her, but she wasn't there. The bed wasn't made, and there was blood on the sheets where he'd violated her.

Calling her name, he checked the rest of the house. He noticed the food cartons had been cleaned up and thrown in the trash, and her keys weren't on the table in the entryway. He looked out the window and saw that her car was gone. She'd already left.

He swore.

Picking up the phone, he dialed her cell. It rang until it went to voicemail.

"Hey, it's me, Mandy! Leave a message and I'll call you back."

"Mandy, it's Dad. I . . . honey, we need to talk about . . . about what happened last night. When you get this, give me a call, alright?"

Throughout the day, he left four more messages along the same lines, but she never called back. The next day, he tried again; five calls and no response. But what did he expect, after what he'd done? The day after that, he had to go back to work, but he called her on each break, leaving messages. He did the same thing for over a week. Then he just left one message per day. Another week passed and he finally stopped calling. Part of him said he should drive to her mother's house and check on her, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.




Sins of the Father



So he just made himself go on like normal, though he jumped a little every time someone knocked on his door. He half-expected the police to show up and arrest him for rape. And if they had, he didn't think he'd resist at all. The weeks kept brushing by, but he kept a mental count of how long it had been since he last spoke to Amanda.

On day 139, the phone rang, waking him out of a sound sleep.

He picked it up. "Hello?"

There was the light sound of someone breathing, perhaps even crying,

"Hello?" he said again.

"Daddy?" It was her. It was Amanda. And from her voice, he could tell that she had definitely been crying.

"Amanda?" She hadn't called him "Daddy" since she was just a little girl. "Honey, what is it? What's wrong?"

She didn't answer right away, sniffling into the phone. "Daddy, can I come over? I . . . I need to talk to you."

"Of course, you can, honey," he assured her. "Whatever you need, I'm right here." Luckily, he didn't have to work today. "Just come on over, I'll be waiting for you."

"Okay," she said softly. Then the phone clicked.

Needless to say, Charles found himself pacing like a nervous wreck. What had happened? Had something happened to Sarah? He hoped not. They hadn't been able to make their marriage work, but he still cared for her and didn't wish her any harm. Or maybe Amanda had finally decided to press charges against him and felt the need to tell him herself. But all his worrying and pacing didn't do him any good, so he finally just sat down and waited.

It was nearly two and a half hours before he heard the knock at the door. Apparently she no longer felt comfortable enough here to use her keys. He stood and answered the door.

"Mandy," he said, relieved that she was alright. He stepped aside and held the door open. "Come on inside."

It had been raining lightly outside and she was wearing a long coat. Her hair was a little damp and she ran a hand through it to keep the water from dripping into her eyes.

"Here, let me get your coat," he offered, reaching for it. She shied away from him a bit and he let his hands fall away. Seeing the hurt in his eyes, Amanda turned her back to him and lifted her collar. He took it as a sign and took her coat, sliding it from her shoulders, then hanging it up on a peg. Under the coat, she was wearing loose-fitting jeans and a sweatshirt.

"You sounded pretty upset on the phone," he said, trying to start the conversation. "Is your mother alright?

"She's fine," Amanda muttered, her voice quiet.

"That's good. What was it you wanted to talk to me about then?"

She finally turned around and looked him in the face. He was startled at how different she looked. She still had the same short red hair, same green eyes, still looked like his little girl. But there were dark circles under her eyes and they were filled with uncertainty.

"Daddy . . . I'm . . . I'm afraid . . ."

He could have slapped himself. Of course she was afraid. Here she was, alone with the very same man that had raped her.

"I understand, Mandy. And you have every right to be afraid of me. What I did was wrong, unforgivable. I took so much away from you. I should have been the one to protect you, not take advantage of you."

She shook her head slightly. "Daddy, I-"

But Charles interrupted her, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Honey, I took your trust and your innocence, and I trampled on them. I can't ever tell you just how sorry I am for what I did. And if you feel the need to press charges, I completely understand and agree."

"Daddy, no, that's not it. That's not why I needed to talk to you." She was starting to cry and her voice cracked a little.

"Honey, just tell what me it is. I'll do everything I can to help."

"Daddy, I'm scared. I don't know what to do." Tears began falling from her eyes, and her hands gripped the lower edge of her sweatshirt anxiously.

"About what? What do you need?" He had been ready for almost anything. But he never expected what she said next.

"Daddy, I . . ." She paused with a sob and slowly lifted her shirt up to the bottom of her bra. He hadn't noticed it with how baggy her shirt was, but with her once-flat stomach now in plain sight, there was no mistaking the significant bump. "Daddy, I'm pregnant."

Charles felt his legs start to give way and he sat down on the entryway table. He stared at her for more than a solid minute, absolutely stunned.

His expression did nothing to comfort her and her tears flowed even more freely. "Daddy, please, say something."

"Are you sure?" he heard himself ask, feeling stupid.

Amanda nodded, looking down and placing a hand on her belly. "I got worried when I was late. Then I started feeling sick a lot, so I went to my doctor. That was nearly three months ago, but I've been going back for regular checkups. According to my doctor, I'm just at twenty weeks along."

"Have you . . . been with anyone?"

She knew what he was asking. She shook her head. "It's your baby."

He felt like he'd gone mute for several second, but he finally found his voice. "Pregnant?" How could this have happened? he asked himself. Well, he knew how it could happen, he knew all about the birds and the bees. But it had just been the one time. His own daughter, pregnant? With HIS baby?

"What . . . What did Sarah say about it?" he asked, bracing himself for the answer.

She shook her head. "Mom doesn't know. I . . . I can't tell her."

He frowned, confused, as he looked at her belly. "How can she possibly not know?"

"She works a lot," Amanda explained. "We barely see each other. I wear a lot of loose shirts so she can't see. I spend a lot of time at the local YWCA, swimming. And I do my best not to overeat." That was his Mandy; always trying to stay active and fit.

"But, honey, she's going to find out, sooner or later. Unless you . . ." He left the sentence hanging.

"Please, don't even say it," she asked. "I can't do that. It's not the baby's fault that it happened." She looked down at the floor. "It's mine. If I'd fought harder, or simply gone home, it never would have happened."

Charles stood and took her chin in his hand, lifting her face to meet his eyes. "Mandy, this is not your fault. Don't ever think that. You didn't do anything wrong." He pointed to his own chest. "I did this. This is all on me. I'm the one who gave in, and I'M the one who hurt you. Do you understand me? Don't ever think that you were the cause of it."

He wasn't sure if she really agreed or not, but she gave him a teary-eyed nod nevertheless. He kissed her on the forehead and held her against his chest. She stayed there for several minutes, crying.

"Daddy, what am I going to do?" she asked, her voice slightly muffled. "I'm barely keeping myself afloat, how am I going to take care of a baby?"

Charles just held her for a few more minutes, thinking about the entire situation. First, he had to make certain that she and their baby would be provided for. Second, he had to make certain that he could never hurt her again. Oh, he'd thought before that he could never have hurt her. But now that belief was out the window, so he couldn't trust himself to protect her anymore. After a bit, he pulled away from her.

"Okay, Mandy, this is what you're going to do." He used a thumb to wipe away some of her tears. "You're going to go back to your mom and act like nothing is different. I'm going to arrange a few things for you. I know," he forestalled any possible protests, "I know you don't want any handouts from me, but you have to think about someone other than yourself now. Don't bother to call me for the next few weeks. I'm going to be busy getting some things set up. Don't worry if you don't hear from me. I'm not going to forget about you or the baby. But here's the hardest part; when the time is right, you have to tell Sarah everything that happened. I mean everything."

"What do you mean," she asked, "'When the time is right'?"

He brushed back her hair and cupped her face. "You'll know it when the time comes. But you have to promise me you'll tell her. I don't want you to have any secrets from her, just like when you were a little girl. Promise?"

She blinked away fresh tears and nodded. "I promise."

He kissed her forehead again. "Good. Now, you should get going. It's a long drive back for you, and I have some calls to make." He took her coat from the hook and held it open for her. She turned and put her arms in the sleeves, settling it around her shoulders. He opened the door for her and waited until she was through.

"Goodbye, honey. I love you."

Then he closed the door.

******

During the next few days, Charles made many urgent calls, consulting with his bank, his stock broker (he had a modest amount of stock), and a real estate agent. Lastly, he made an appointment with his attorney. Much to his attorney's surprise, Charles wanted to make out his last will and testament, naming his daughter as the sole beneficiary in the event of his death, regardless of the circumstances around such an event. In addition to his entire life savings, he chose to leave her all of the proceeds from the sale of his stocks and all of his belongings.

When the total was tallied, it was estimated that his possessions would be valued at roughly $65,000. This was in addition to the more than $100,000 in his savings account. In just over two weeks from when he last spoke to Amanda, he already had the sales of everything being handled by his attorney, and he felt he could trust him to see it all done properly.

Now all he had to do was finish the last part.

******

Over the last three weeks since she'd seen her father, Amanda had done everything she could to hide her condition from her mother. She woke early in the morning to shower and left for work before Sarah was even out of bed. She stayed out as late as she dared, limiting any time spent with her. She always answered her cell when her mom called, sounding as cheerful as she could so that she didn't know anything was amiss. The hardest part was hiding her increased appetite and finding clothes that were loose enough to hide her changing shape.

She knew that Sarah would eventually find out, but she wanted to delay it for as long as possible. Besides, her father had said she'd know when the time was right, and she still trusted him, despite everything.

As she got out of her little car (it was getting harder), she noted that her mother's Ford Focus wasn't in the drive. She was relieved. That meant she could at least relax for a short while before she had to leave again. She didn't want to be there when Sarah came home; with how her belly was growing, it wouldn't be long before she couldn't hide it at all anymore, now matter how discreetly her frame carried it or how loose she wore her clothes.

As she made her way to the door, she felt something and paused, placing a hand on her stomach. She couldn't help but smile at her baby's movement. Regardless of who the father was, it was still her baby. She didn't know if it was a boy or a girl; she'd specifically asked her doctor to not tell her. She wanted it to be a surprise. There it was again; the baby was definitely kicking, a far cry from the little "butterflies" she'd felt when it first started moving.

She suddenly became aware that she was holding her belly in plain sight outside the house. If any of the neighbors guessed at her condition, her mother would certainly know about it in a matter of hours. Forcing her hand down to her side, she started walking again.

Using her keys to open the front door, she went inside and was immediately aware of the sound of the TV in the living room. Had her mother left it on when she left the house that morning? Walking into the living room, she didn't see anyone around and was just about to take off her long coat (which was doing most of the work to hide her stomach), when she heard her mother's voice from the hallway.

"Hey, sweetie! Back from work already? They didn't keep you late today?" That had been one of the excuses Amanda had used for being out late.

Amanda turned slightly, keeping her back toward the hall as she pulled her coat closed again. "Uh, yeah," she answered. "I mean, no. I mean, yes, I'm off work, no, they didn't keep me." She winced to herself. "Um, what are you doing home? I didn't see your car."

"Oh, I had to leave it at the garage to have it worked on. Elizabeth gave me a ride home. You remember her, don't you?"

"Yeah, I think so." How was she going to get out of here? "Hey, you know what? I forgot to pick up milk on my way home. I think I'm going to go take care of that before I forget again."

"No need, sweetie. I already got some. It's in the fridge. I was just about to have a small snack while I watch the news. Join me?"

And for the life of her, Amanda simply could not think of a single excuse not to. It was like she'd suddenly gone blank. "Um, yeah, sure. Uh, I'm just gonna get a soda from the fridge first."

As her mother settled down on the sofa, Amanda headed for the kitchen. Stay calm, she told herself. Just play it cool and you'll make it through this. Stay calm and you'll think of a reason to leave.

Taking a soda from the fridge, she took several deep breaths the calm her nerves. I'm alright, I'm not scared. Then she came back into the living room and took a seat at the far end from her mother, picking up a throw pillow and holding it across her middle.

Sarah glanced over at her. "Sweetie, why didn't you take off your coat?"

Amanda sighed. "I'm just too tired to take it off. Work has been rough the last few months." Very smooth, she told herself. Keep it up.

"You poor thing," her mother consoled her. "Come to think of it, I have noticed that you seemed more and more stressed lately. I hope things smooth out for you quickly."

You and me both, she thought. Aloud, she said, "I have a feeling it's going to get a little harder before it gets easier. But I'll find a way to manage, I'm sure."

"Of course you will, sweetie," Sarah encouraged. "You're one of the strongest women I know. You can make it through anything. But, sweetie, I should warn you, stress-eating won't help. You need to cut back, get in some exercise when you can."

So Sarah had noticed (to a degree) her weight gain. She was glad that her "stress" conveniently explain that away. Silently, she hoped her mother was right about her making it through anything. She sighed a started to lay her head back a bit when Sarah gasped. Her eyes snapped open and she look to see what had caught her mother's attention so abruptly.

"That's Charles!" she said, gesturing at the TV. She quickly snatched up the remote and raised the volume.

"Once again, we are live at a local construction site," the news reporter was saying, "where a fatal fall has just taken place." An image of Charles' driver's license photo was displayed in the upper right corner. "We're not certain yet as to all the details, but it appears that local man, Charles Wells, fell from the fifth floor of the apartment building under construction behind me here. It is uncertain if the authorities have contacted-" The reporter paused, holding her earpiece and glancing off screen. After several seconds, she looked back to the camera and continued. "We have just been informed by one of Wells' co-workers that some papers were found in his pocket. It appears to be copy of a last will and testament, as well as a short note. The reads, 'I'm giving it all to you, Mandy. Now I can't hurt you anymore.' The note is signed by the deceased."

Amanda felt her heart break. "Oh, Daddy, why did you do it . .?"

Sarah, just as shocked and saddened by the news, looked at her daughter. "Oh, sweetie, you don't think he would really have . .?"

The look Amanda gave her said otherwise. In truth, she already knew why her father had done it. "He jumped, Mom. He . . . he didn't want to hurt me ever again."

"What are you talking about?" her mother asked as she began to weep. "Your father could never have hurt anyone, least of all you. He just wasn't that kind of man."

At that moment, Amanda felt a sharp movement. She gasped aloud, "Oh my God!"

"What is it, sweetie?" her mother asked.

Amanda answered without even thinking. "The baby just kicked."

Sarah's face displayed confusion. "What baby?"

A voice inside Amanda told her that it was time. Somehow, she knew this was what her father had meant. Setting the throw pillow aside, she opened her coat to show her sweatshirt.

"Mom, I have to tell you something." She slowly lifted the sweatshirt, revealing the increasing growth of her belly. There was no more hiding it. "I'm pregnant."

Of course, her mother was even more stunned at hearing this on top of the news about her ex-husband. "Oh my God, Amanda! Pregnant?! How did this hap-" she started, but abandoned the question. Instead, she asked, "But- but who is the father?!"

Amanda answered the question by looking toward the screen, at the image of her father. "He is," she said plainly. And while Sarah tried to understand what her daughter was telling her, Amanda began to explain everything thing to her, from the very beginning.