8 comments/ 40828 views/ 21 favorites How Can We Be Lovers (A Love Story) By: LadySugar This is an entirely fictional father/daughter love story of consensual adult incest. If such a topic upsets you then please go somewhere else. I pull up my covers in the night and shudder as I think of what happened the other day. But let me give you the background on me first. I'm twenty years old, I live with my Dad. My mother died two years ago when I was eighteen and my father has never really gotten over this. However, she wasn't the most adorable mother in the world. I loved her so much, but she was an alcoholic and my father had really despaired of her. It was tough. Eventually her liver packed up and the police found her dead in the local park. It was horrible. I always thought it would happen, but when it actually did I felt rather numb. I have been ever since. Now ever since then my father and I have been close. Really close. I can tell him anything. He always listens to me. We spend most nights together. Whether I'm in all night or I come home later from being out with my friends, he is always there for me and we will always sit up together before we go to bed. Now let me tell you what happened. A couple of months ago we were on the sofa and we had had quite a lot to drink. I sat on his lap and he hugged me, thinking nothing of it. ..Until I leant down and kissed him. I kissed him hard, slipping my tongue between his lips, bringing my arms around him to hold him as I continued my assault on his mouth. He had realised what was going on and pushed me away. "Jesus Desiree" he had gasped. "What's got into you? You're drunk honey, go to bed" he had told me, lying back on the couch. We didn't discuss it the next day. I hadn't meant to kiss my father, by the way. It was purely an accidental thing, I was drunk and he is the only man I trust, really trust. So it just felt right when I kissed him. I had thought about it the morning after, embarrassed to face him that day, my cheeks burning. He just asked me what I wanted for breakfast and made me toast before he went to work, kissing me on the cheek before he left. He obviously thought it was just me being drunk, which it was, but afterwards it had really made me think. Now my father is a very attractive man. He is 5'9, broad, with wavy hair and chocolate eyes. He hasn't dated since my mother died either. I did wonder about his sex life. He hasn't had sex for two years, I know that much. But I wondered when he masturbated. I have to get myself off every day so if his sex drive was anything like mine, I wondered where he got the time since he was always with me in the evenings. Yes, I know he probably does it when he goes to bed. You do wonder, though, if there's something missing in that. One night, while my curiosity was still in its infancy regarding my father, we were talking and he asked me why I don't date. "Daddy, I don't think I could ever find someone I really wanted to be with who would look after me properly" I said, running my hands over my arms. "Not like you" he ran his hands through my hair. "Sweetheart ... you will find someone who has all the qualities you want in a man, no rush" he said to me. I smiled and nestled my head into his shoulder and he stroked my hair protectively. The next morning I decided to leave my clothes in my room as it was such a humid day I didn't want to get dressed in the bathroom. I dried myself off a bit and walked to my room holding my towel without a stitch on. My Dad caught me. "Desiree..." he started, not knowing where to look, I stood there for a moment, realising what he could see. I pulled the towel up over my body. "Sorry Dad" I mumbled. "It's okay, sweetie" I trundled to my room. That evening it had cooled down a bit but I was still scantily clad in the living room. Tonight we were watching a film which was a bit racier. Don't get me wrong, it was a serious film but it had quite a lot of sex scenes in it. I lay down and rested my head on my father's lap, tilting my head to the side as I watched the film as he wrapped his arm round my waist, resting his hand firmly on my stomach. When one particularly raunchy scene was on I tilted my head back further into my father's lap, my chest moving up and down as I breathed deeper. I suddenly felt his penis hardening slightly under my head as I lay there. I looked at him sharply. He looked at me. "Sweetie, could you sit up a minute?" he asked. He was obviously trying to hide the fact that he had an erection, but it was too late, I had already felt it. I sat up, looking into his eyes. "Is this better?" I asked. I leant forward and softly kissed him on the mouth, running my tongue over his lip seductively. He jerked away suddenly. "Desiree, what on earth are you doing?" he spluttered, staring at me wide eyed. "I felt you get hard" I whispered. "I was just doing what felt nice" he looked sternly at me. "Desiree, it is never okay to kiss me like that, you hear me? Never!" He shouted. I looked down, ashamed. I felt so bad. I had kissed my father and I had liked it. I began to cry, tears slipping down my cheeks involuntarily. "I'm...I'm sorry!" I stammered, running upstairs to my room. "Desiree!" He cried, following me. I walked as fast as I could to my room. I slammed my door behind me, sat on my bed and cried. After a few minutes I heard a soft tap on the door. "Desiree, can I come in?" my father inquired, waiting at the door. "Come in" I said loudly. My Dad walked in, slowly approaching my bed. "Oh honey, please don't cry, I don't want you to cry" he said softly. I put my face in my hands and he sat next to me, enveloping me in a hug, stroking my hair. "..Dad I'm so sorry" I stuttered between sobs. He just held me close, kissing my head. "Darling, it's okay. It's alright. I don't blame you for what you did, we both got a bit ... hot and flustered, it's not you. You're a young woman now, you have sexual urges. We just got our wires crossed, that's all" I looked up at him. His chocolate brown eyes burned into mine. "Desiree, what are you doing?" he asked. I didn't answer. I just looked at his eyes, his mouth, so promising. I brought my lips to his and kissed him feverishly. I nibbled at his lips, licking over them, pressing myself against him insistently. He began to relax, kissing me back which surprised me. I think I had got him so relaxed that he assumed I just wanted to kiss and be close to him. I kissed him deeper, my tongue flicking over his upper lip, my hand under his jaw. He let me kiss him. He kissed me with a great tenderness that I had never felt before with any boy. After a few minutes he pulled away, breathlessly. "We can't do any more than that, you know that don't you?" he asked me, studying me. He looked nervous, worried. Tense. I nodded. Of course I knew. "Just kiss me. Kiss me some more, please" I pleaded with him, my hand on his chest. He nodded and I brought my lips to his once more and he held me. His arm wrapped around my waist, he supported me as we kissed, his warm embrace making me feel safe but aroused at the same time. We kissed until he pulled away once more. "I'm feeling ... too excited now. I can't trust myself to continue. I'm sorry Desiree. Goodnight" He left the room, leaving me breathless, questioning how I felt, wanting more. I lay down and brought my hand between my legs, gasping as I felt how wet our hot kisses had made me. I was so surprised that it had aroused me so much. I realised at that moment that I wanted my father, no matter how strange society said this was. I was an adult, I could make my own decision. My only question was as to whether my Dad could love me the way I wanted him to. The next day things were different between us. As if someone had switched a light on in my head. Things seemed to change. My father was quieter, more reserved. I knew he must have felt guilty for the things we had done the night before. "Bye Dad" I said as he turned to leave to go to work. My lips brushed against his cheek and he stopped, turning to look at me. "See you later" I smiled at him. He gave me a faint smile, but he looked haunted. I watched the car leave as he sped out of the drive. I couldn't concentrate anymore. I was supposed to be writing the rest of an essay. I sat down at my desk, trying to think. Every time the only thing I could think of was the way his lips felt against mine, his chocolate coloured eyes burning into mine. I realised I was very attracted to him. But it was impossible, this was my father! I held my head in my hands, trying to calm down, trying to put things into perspective. By the time he got home I still had not done any work. He knocked softly on my door, which was already ajar. "Sweetheart..." he said, opening my door further. "Yes?" "Would you like dinner in an hour?" "Yes please" he nodded and smiled at me faintly. I gave him a big smile back, my lips breaking into a grin. When I went downstairs for dinner I felt like a queen. He had laid everything out so nicely. He always did, but for some unknown reason there seemed to be an extra special quality to it. He was exceedingly happy. Seeing him so cheerful makes me happy too. He came over and put the plate in front of me. He makes a beautiful roast dinner. "Oh Daddy, its wonderful thank you!" I said. He bent down to kiss me. Things were perfect. We sat and ate together. We talked about the most trivial things, but it's nice to be able to talk to someone you are so completely comfortable with, as you can talk about anything. It was funny, I made him laugh. It was wonderful to hear him laugh. I realised that there were so many things I didn't know about my father. Things that I wanted to know. After our meal we sat together and I picked out a film called Zombie. I really like my zombie movies, and my dad thought that this was rather amusing, so we sat down to watch it together. I've seen this film so many times but I love it every time I watch it again. I used to think that my father was awfully patient with me, but then I realised that he didn't mind. He enjoyed spending time with me doing anything. By the end of the film I was tired and curled up in his arms. He kissed the top of my head, running his hands through my hair, cuddling me. I must have fallen asleep on him because the next thing I knew he was carrying me to bed. When he walked up the stairs it woke me up. "Come on, you!" he said, putting me down on my bed, throwing my covers over me and turning to go out of the door. "Dad?" "Yes?" he asked. I looked at him and patted the bed beside me. "Please come and cuddle me" I asked. He approached my bed once more and sat down next to me. I lay with my back to him and he lay down to give me a cuddle. We are awfully tactile anyway. After a few minutes I turned back around so that I was facing him. He opened his eyes and smiled at me, and I smiled back, nuzzling my nose against his. I then did the first thing that came into my mind that felt natural to me; I kissed him. I pressed my lips on his and took my head in his hands, kissing him softly, unthreateningly. Just enough to feel him. I wanted to kiss him. I spent minutes planting soft kisses on his lips, not going any further. Just kissing him lightly. He didn't respond, and I wondered why. "Dad?" he opened his eyes and looked at me. "Yes?" he replied softly. I kissed him again. This time he couldn't deny what was happening, and to me shutting his eyes signalled denial. A pretence that what we had between us never happened. I wanted him to acknowledge my touch. I kissed him more, until I felt him respond. I nibbled at his lips feverishly and he let out a little groan. He stopped me a minute later, placing his hand on my chest. "Desiree, no more darling, you mustn't remember. I must go to bed" he turned over to get out of bed and I noticed what he was trying to hide. The bulge in his trousers was unmistakeable. I decided not to embarrass him. I waited until he had gone and felt the heat between my legs. I felt so aroused. I slipped my hand down my panties and slipped a finger slightly inside my labia to be met with wet softness. I gasped. I was so wet! I couldn't believe what was happening to me whenever I kissed my father. This was so wrong. I wanted release so much. I began to circle my clit, bringing my other hand to cup my breast firmly. I really wanted to get off. I stroked my thumb over my nipple as I rubbed my clit frantically. I really needed to come. It didn't take long before I got what I wanted. I came hard, my hand rubbing my clit frenziedly as I took myself over the edge. I brought my hand to my lips and tasted myself. I really enjoyed my own taste. I realised that part of me felt empty. I wanted something more. I rolled over and went to sleep. A dreamless, wistful sleep. The next morning on his way out the door I kissed my father when he went to kiss me on the cheek. I kissed him on the mouth for a moment before pulling away. "Sweetheart, I think we need to talk" he said seriously. I had a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach when I heard him say that. "What for?" He cleared his throat. "I think we need to talk about us. Once I'm in tonight I'll be here tomorrow for the weekend so we shall have to have a talk then. Okay?" "Alright Daddy" I whispered. This did not sound good. It worried me. I had to go to a lecture but when I got home I sat for the rest of the day, fiddling about anxiously. By the time he finally got home I was about ready to burst. I was worried about what he had to say, and I didn't really know if I could face it. I took the easy option. I ran up to my bedroom and stayed there. Eventually there was a knock at the door. "Sweetie, I made dinner. Are you okay?" "Yes Dad, I'm fine, I'll be down in a minute" I sighed and put down my diary. We sat and ate dinner. He talked, I didn't. When I was silent throughout the whole meal he looked concerned. "Was dinner okay?" "Yes Dad. It was perfect, thank you" I forced a smile at him. "I'm not feeling too well, maybe I should go and lie down" I said, bringing my hand to my forehead. "Okay sweetie. I was hoping that we could sit and watch something together but it doesn't matter, we can do that any time." I went upstairs. After about an hour I felt so bad about leaving him downstairs on his own when he desired my company that I got up and went to the living room. He was busy watching the news. He heard me enter, turned around and smiled. "Hey, Precious. How are you feeling?" "Ah, okay Dad. I think I'll live!" I grinned and he smiled. He patted the seat next to him on the sofa and I slid into it, snuggling next to him. "I was thinking of you today" he murmured into my hair. I was so pleased that he had thought about me. I leant my head into the crook of his arm as he touched me, holding me close. I buried my face into his chest and kissed him just above his collarbone. He just pulled me closer. I nuzzled into his neck, bringing my arm around his waist, my breath hot against his skin. He kissed me on the head. I lifted my head up and kissed his cheek. He closed his eyes and I kissed his cheek again. I then moved to kiss his lips. We kissed, and when I felt his warm lips on mine it sent me to heaven. It really aroused me to have this wonderful, handsome man kissing me and making me feel loved. We were so close now that the tension was palpable. I felt so close to him, yet I needed to be closer. I needed him, inside me if necessary, on me, touching me. I wanted to touch him too. Our kiss was spontaneous and heated, a curious exploration of an unknown mouth that made my heart beat faster in my chest. Eventually he broke away. "We...that... It's not right, Desiree...what if anyone...look, honey..." I stopped him, knowing what he was probably about to say. "Look, I know" I started, "It's crazy, isn't it? I know" he took my hands in his, stroking his thumbs over my knuckles. "Desiree..." he whispered. "Desiree I love you, but I can't love you...in that way. It's wrong precious, so wrong" he told me gently. He looked sad. I instinctively wrapped my arms around him and held him tight, listening to his heart beat in his chest. We held each other for a long time, well over an hour, silently. "Desiree?" I finally heard him say. I opened my eyes sleepily. "It's time for bed, honey, I really think you should get some rest, you have had a long day" he reasoned, stroking my arm. I nodded. I went upstairs and got ready for bed. I heard a knock at the door. "Come in" I spoke. My father entered, smiling at me. "Goodnight, Desiree." "Dad? Will you come and stay with me for a bit?" "Alright Pumpkin, if that's what you want" I nodded, throwing back my quilt, slipping underneath it quickly. I left the rest of the covers thrown back so that he could get in too. He lay down beside me, on his back. I suddenly pressed myself up against him and clung to him. I held him there for what seemed like hours until I finally fell asleep. The next day I woke up he was there, watching me sleep. He must have got up and had a shower already as he had already changed his clothes. I smiled at him and he smiled back as I wrapped my arm around his waist. "Good morning, Dad!" I said, squeezing my thighs together. I often felt amorous in the mornings. I nuzzled up to him and he stroked my hair softly. "Come on, sweetheart, time to get up, we have the whole day ahead of us!" he told me, smiling. Of course, it was Saturday. That made me feel even happier. "I'm so glad you are here" I whispered. He cuddled me. There was no place in the world I would rather be than in his arms, but I drew away from him. This wasn't the time to make my feelings known so boldly. I didn't want to spoil the day. If an expression of my emotions ruined the evening, so what? But I wanted the day to be a happy one with him, one I would remember for the rest of my life. We went out that afternoon. We took his friend's boat out on the sea and had a picnic. It was the idyllic setting for a romantic afternoon, and I wished that he could have seen our adventure in the way that I experienced it. By the time we got home we were ravenous. He started making dinner and I ran upstairs to get a shower and get changed. I changed into a dress, nothing too fancy but enough to feel smart. The dress was willowy and fresh, and I went downstairs for dinner. When my father saw me he stopped. "You look very pretty!" he complimented me. "Thank you!" I said, and pirouetted. "I think I had better serve dinner" he offered, running back to the kitchen to retrieve our plates. We talked over dinner, but it was more like being on a date than having a night in with your Dad. I flirted with him, and I knew that I did, I was perfectly aware of my intentions. He was his polite self as usual, always talkative, cheerful as well as being serious. Afterwards we went into the living room to sit together. My father put some music on. "Would my lady like to dance?" he offered his hand. I took it, smiling modestly. We danced slowly, my head on his shoulder. Time almost melted away and we swayed to the rhythm of the music. Something had suddenly clicked. I wasn't quite sure what it was, but I was sure that he had felt it too. We suddenly stopped, looking at each other. I looked at him and brought my lips to his. I kissed him, feeling him bring his hand to my face tenderly, tilting my head up as our lips met in silent union. It felt like it was timeless. As if we had stepped out of the normal world, the realm of right and wrong. When we pulled away we were breathless, his eyes gazing into mine. "We shouldn't do this" he said sadly. "But you want to" I replied. "But it's so wrong" he argued weakly. I stepped closer to him. "Has anything ever felt so right?" I enquired, looking up at him curiously. I put my hand under his chin, making him look at me. "Well?"I asked. He looked at me solemnly and shook his head. How Can We Be Lovers (A Love Story) "But how can it be?" he asked. I turned around, my back to him. I felt so full of emotion. I silently began to weep. I didn't want him to know that the feelings coursing through my body were what I hoped he was feeling too. I started to walk towards the door to the lounge. I had to leave before he saw how I felt. I didn't believe that I could ever change his mind. "If you weren't my daughter, I would be making love to you right now" he blurted out as I reached the doorway. I stopped abruptly. I couldn't quite believe my ears. I turned around to look at him and he opened his eyes wide in shock at what he had just said. "Do you mean that?" I asked. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't help..." "Did you mean that?" I asked him again, wide eyed. His answer was extremely important to me. "...Yes" he said, looking at me, his serious and pained expression telling me all that I needed to know. I paused. I decided that I needed to find a way of doing this properly, to show my father what I really wanted. I cleared my throat. "I'll be upstairs, my love. If you want me then you know where to find me, I'll be in the bedroom" I walked out of the room, up the stairs, to the bedroom and waited. Eventually I heard his footsteps on the stairs. I held my breath. I felt adrenaline coursing through my veins, the nervousness and excitement building. I wanted to know how he felt so much. He entered the room. He looked pensive. "Sweetheart..." he began to speak, but I brought my finger to my lips. "You don't need to explain" I told him quietly. "Is this what you really want?" he asked. He looked concerned. I walked up to him, standing in front of him. "Yes, I do! You don't understand" I told him. "I've wanted this for months. I want you to love me" His eyes met mine once more. "I do love you, but it doesn't have to be like this" he said, reaching out to stroke my cheek tenderly. "But what if I want it to?" I asked, gazing up into his eyes. "I want this, Dad. I want you" He brought his face to mine and kissed me. It was the most intense thing I have ever felt in my life. He was so passionate. He stroked my face as he kissed me, his hands caressing me tenderly. I wanted him so much. I slowly undid his trousers as we kissed and they fell to the floor. I put my hands underneath his t shirt and pulled it off, revealing his body, finally coming into contact with the man that I most desired. I turned around and he unzipped my dress. I slipped if off of my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. I turned around in just my underwear, no bra. He looked at me in my semi nakedness in awe as I looked back up at him anxiously. He smiled reassuringly, bringing his arms around me once more. He kissed me with an intensity that I had never experienced. He ran his hands down my back and up my waist further, pausing to cup my breasts in his hands. My rosy nipples were hard and he stroked them with his thumbs as he kissed me. I wrapped my hands around his waist and brought him to the bed with me. We both knelt on the mattress together. He kissed my neck, over my shoulders, kissing down to my breasts, kissing all over them before running his tongue over my nipple, making it wet and shiny. I shuddered as I felt his hot mouth engulf my nipple, bringing my hands to the back of his head as he suckled me. He brought his mouth to my other nipple, licking it tenderly, taking his time as I gasped, feeling the pang of arousal deep inside my pussy. I concentrated on how he was making me feel, his attentive mouth on my breasts, his hands caressing my body, stroking over my skin, leaving a feeling akin to having goose bumps. It felt truly wonderful. He was so loving, it really turned me on to have him be so attentive. He touched me until I couldn't take it anymore. I knew I must be soaking by now. I brought his hand to between my legs. "Please touch me" I whispered. "I don't think I could take it any more if you didn't" He traced his hand over my inner thigh, stroking up to my underwear. We looked at each other. "Please Dad. I need it so much. I need you" I kissed him, giving him permission to explore the forbidden, my most intimate area. He brought his hand to the front of my underwear and I gasped as I felt his hand make contact with my pussy for the first time. It was like static electricity. I moaned as he began to rub me through my underwear, wanting him closer, wanting to show him how wet he made me. I hooked my thumbs into my panties and pulled them down, exposing myself to him as I brought his hand to my pussy once more. He cupped me under his palm and murmured as he felt the wetness seeping through my slit, dribbling onto his hand. He ran his fingers across my slit to be met with wet softness. My pussy was aching so much with desire. I don't think that I had ever wanted a man so much in my life. His touch felt wonderful. "I wanted you to know how I felt when we first really kissed, and now you know" I told him softly. He groaned as he realised how wet I had been for him all those times. "Well I promise you none of that will be wasted" he promised, brushing his lips against my forehead. He knelt down in front of me and planted a kiss on my mound, my wetness covering his lips. He kissed me again, as much as he could the way I was still standing. "Lay down on the bed" he whispered. I lay back, the base of my spine at the edge of the bed, my thighs parted as my feet stayed firmly on the floor. He began to part my labia, fingering my slippery folds as I moaned. As he licked me for the first time it sent shivers down my body as he began to literally make out with my pussy. It felt amazing, I was so hot for him and he knew it. This reaction from my body was real; it could not be imitated or imagined. I was wet for him right here, right now. He began to lick my pussy in long strokes, licking slowly up my labia ... licking all over my sex, my hands resting on my thighs. I moaned, it felt so good. Dad really knew how to lick my pussy. His expert tongue explored my most intimate areas, every crevice of me open to him. He dipped his tongue down to deftly lick my ass and I moaned as it felt so unbearably sensitive. He tongued my ass until I couldn't take it anymore, and pushed his tongue into my parted lips, making love to me with his tongue. He brought his mouth further, further up to my clit, running his tongue around it in circles, his saliva mixing with my pussy juices as he lapped at my clit. I couldn't believe he was doing this to me. No one had ever touched me like this. As he ran his tongue over my clit repeatedly I began to moan as I felt myself on the edge of an orgasm. I gripped his head as I felt myself get closer... closer... "Ohh" I moaned as I felt my orgasm take over as my pussy began to pulsate. Dad never strayed from my clit until I shuddered through another orgasm, and I held his head still. He slowly gave my pussy a firm, slow kiss before nuzzling his face into me, inhaling my scent. He kissed my thighs as I relaxed from my orgasm. ".. Come here" I told him, looking searchingly into his eyes. He looked up at me, uncertain. "What is it honey?" he asked, stroking my thigh firmly with his hand, massaging me. "I want you inside me" I told him sincerely, searching his face. He froze. I imagined what was going through his mind, the uncertainty, the worry, the desire, wondering what would happen if we crossed this inviolate line. "Please" I whispered, stroking his face. He stood up. He straddled me and held my head, laying me back down on the bed. I was so nervous but I wanted this so much. He looked at my features, stroking my face, tilting my chin up to meet his eye as he examined me. He leant down and began to kiss me, kisses that made my head spin (made me feel heady). He kissed me until he felt me pushing up to meet his hips, so he knew I was ready. "Are you..?" he started. I knew what he meant. He was asking if I were still a virgin. I nodded. "I've never had sex before, Dad" I told him weakly. "Jesus Christ" he said, his face pale. "..You don't understand ... I want it to be you" I told him. I meant it too. I wanted to give it to the man I loved the most, my father. He looked at me. I nodded. He positioned himself up against my hymen. I was so wet for him. I wasn't afraid. I knew he wouldn't hurt me. He pressed the head of his cock against me further until I felt my hymen begin to rupture. "Daad" I cried as he pushed firmly. He looked at me with fear in his eyes. I nodded, wanting him to continue. I wasn't scared before but I was terrified now. He sensed this and stopped for a moment, kissing me some more, kissing down my neck, kissing my face, my lips, my cheeks. I felt myself begin to relax. He took one of my nipples into his mouth and began to suck gently. "Mmm" I moaned, stroking his hair, pushing up against him. He positioned himself up against my hymen again and looked up at me to look into my eyes as he pushed slightly harder. I felt pain as he began to slide the head of his cock inside me, but looked into his eyes the whole time so he could see if I was alright, but also because I wanted us to share this moment, make it ours, make it forever. "Yes Dad, now" I cried as he thrust into me. I cried out as I felt him tear through my membrane. A tear trickled down my cheek as I felt myself opening up to accommodate him. "I love you, Sweetheart" he told me, kissing a tear away from my cheek. "I love you now and I always will" I nodded. "I love you Dad. This means so much to me" I replied hoarsely. He looked at me with love in his eyes. I could still feel the pain but I wanted to make him mine, a pact for all eternity. I knew that he loved me. I trusted him wholeheartedly and wanted to feel him inside me. "It's okay Dad" I coaxed him as he slowly began to move inside of me. "I'll be careful sweetheart. I'll look after you I promise" he held me tight in his arms and I knew that he would treat me right. I felt him inside me, so hard and throbbing, all for me. I was so wet that it began to feel a bit better as he thrust into me, gradually opening me up. I steadily began to thrust my hips up at him, just a little at first, testing the boundaries of my first time. We slowly began to establish a rhythm. Before I knew it he was rocking into me, making me feel things that I had never felt before, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I could have cried for joy. I moaned as he thrust inside my pussy, pushing up on him as he held onto me tight. "Dad, it feels good now, so good" I told him. He smiled and I felt something wet drip onto my face. I realised then that he had shed tears, which had dripped onto my chest and face. I brought my hand up to caress his face, smiling at him. He leant down to kiss my neck and I moaned, feeling his weight on top of me, protecting me. My pussy felt so good. Waves of pleasure were running through me every minute, threatening to send me over the edge. He nibbled my throat as we made love, and I felt myself approaching orgasm. I cried out as it ripped through my body, squeezing his cock as I came, feeling him start to groan. "Oh baby, my precious one I'm coming" he said, holding onto me as I moaned loudly, feeling him on the brink of his release. "Please Dad, I want you to come inside me. I have wanted it for such a very long time" I moaned as he began to climax, feeling him coming inside me. It felt amazing as he came, holding onto me tightly, feeling every ridge of his cock pump out his semen into my wet pussy. He held me close afterwards, cuddling and kissing me. I shakily lifted my head. "I've never felt anything like that before Dad. That was amazing" I told him. He smiled happily. "Neither have I. I didn't want to hurt you precious. I just wanted to make you feel as good as that made me" "It did, Dad. I was ready" I told him as he moved to my side, withdrawing from me, holding me close in bed, as intimately as two lovers can be. We fell asleep, happy and content in each other's arms. When we awoke he got up and opened the curtains, the sunlight streaming in through the window. He opened the window slightly and I could hear the birds singing. He turned and smiled at me. He looked radiant. He looked happy. "Good Morning, Precious" he spoke, moving back to the bed. His expression changed to concern. "How are you feeling? Are you sore? Is there anything I can do to help?" "Hold me" I asked in a small voice, holding out my arms. He lay back down on the bed and cradled me in his arms. I felt so safe, so secure. I knew that I had made the right decision. We lay together for quite some time, my head snuggled up against his chest. I lifted my head and began to kiss him, and he opened his eyes, kissing me back, running his hands through my hair, supporting my back. I felt him grow hard against me. I felt so aroused. I kissed down his chest, moving downwards. I wanted to kiss him down there. I wanted to know how he would feel inside my mouth. I gently began to kiss his member, holding it in my hand. He groaned as I nibbled the tip of his cock with my lips, swirling my tongue around its head. I ran my tongue along him repeatedly, watching his reaction as I did. I cupped his balls in my hand, caressing them as I took him into my mouth. It felt so erotic having his cock in my mouth, feeling him so aroused for me. I realised that it made me happy. I began to move my mouth up and down on his cock, gently stroking his balls, feeling my mouth swallow his length as I moved downwards each time, feeling him part my lips wider. I loved feeling what I did to him, and I tasted his precum seeping from the tip of his cock, which dribbled onto my tongue as I sucked on his beautiful cock. He pushed his hips up and I took him deeper until my lips kissed the base of his cock, closing around him tightly as I sucked, enjoying the sensation of being so close to him, my hands moving underneath him to squeeze his buttocks as I moved up and down on his cock. "Sweetheart, that feels so good" he murmured as I carried on my assault on his cock, moving faster as I felt him thrust up at me once more. "If you keep that up I'm going to come" he warned me. I wrapped my mouth around his cock firmly and continued, hearing him moan. I wanted him to come in my mouth. I wanted to feel him explode, wanted to taste him, the seed that made me. I heard him groan and I felt him coming in my mouth, shooting his sperm into me, coating my tongue and throat, which went deeper as I swallowed. I could taste him in my mouth and it turned me on, knowing that this was the man who created me. I felt him relax and he sat up, motioning me toward him. "Wow" he said breathily. He kissed me passionately, hungrily as he touched me, his hands moving up my back. We kissed for a long time, his gentle lips teasing me. He slowly kissed down my neck, pausing to nibble on my earlobe, making me shudder. He gently bit the skin near my collarbone, kneading my breasts in his hands, my nipples hardening as he applied light pressure to my skin. "How are you feeling baby?" he asked me gently. "Aroused" "How are you feeling between your legs, does your pussy hurt at all darling?" I shrugged. "Still feeling a bit tender, but okay" he nodded. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close to me, feeling that he was hard again. "Tell me if anything hurts or feels uncomfortable, wont you darling? I don't want to hurt you" he stroked my face and down my neck soothingly, looking into my eyes, seeing me nod back at him. "Do you want to sit on me and bear down?" "Okay" I straddled his lap as he sat on the bed with his feet on the floor. He began to kiss me and I slowly lowered myself onto his cock, feeling the head part my labia. I closed my eyes, anticipating that it was going to hurt. I opened my eyes and saw him staring at me. He smiled, and that made me feel a bit better. I was gradually opening up to him, feeling the head of his cock slide in. I felt my pussy swallow his shaft and I cried out slightly as it hurt. He wrapped his arms around me, kissing all over my face, my lips, my neck. It helped me relax as I sat down on his cock. I began to move, rocking my hips into him as I felt him swell inside me, his engorged cock getting even harder. "That's it, precious" he coaxed as we made love, stroking my back, cupping my buttocks in his hands as I rode him, gradually building up the pace. It didn't hurt as much now, and it was beginning to feel rather nice. I remembered how much I had wanted him inside me and realised that I still felt the same. He had made love to me and now I was making love to him, with him, our hips moving in unison as he pushed up on me. "Uhh, Daddy" I moaned as I felt myself rock against him again and again, his cock filling me as he murmured in my ear softly. "Sweetheart, I'm going to come" he told me urgently. He gripped my hips as I moved up and down on his cock, groaning as he approached his climax. I felt him erupt inside of me, filling me with his love juice as I ground my hips into him for the final time, stopping as I quaked with excitement at feeling him shoot his load deep inside me. He held me close as I kissed his shoulders, burying my head into his chest, breathing heavily. "Dad, I love you" "I love you too, Desiree" he whispered, kissing my forehead. SIX MONTHS LATER I had just got out of the shower and got dressed when I heard him return home from work. By this time my father and I were in love. Not just family love, but in love as a couple. We just fit together. Most people that have ever found their 'soulmate' will tell you that they realised one day that they just clicked. They just fit together. That's how my father and I feel about each other. We just fit. Society says its wrong, but to us it feels so right. We are in love and even if the whole world were against us, we would never part to suit somebody else's expectation of what is right and wrong. We are adults, we love each other. What's wrong in that? "Hey Sweetheart" he came through the door, kissing me on the mouth, smiling. "Hey" I grinned at him. "How was your day?" "Good, but hopefully it's going to get even better. Give me a moment to go and take a shower and get changed and I'll be right with you" he said mysteriously. "Sounds interesting!" I replied, curiously. I was puzzled as to what he meant, but I guess he was just looking forward to a perfect Friday evening of sex as usual. We always loved to make love on Fridays best because we knew that we didn't have to go to work the next day. Fantastic, that Friday feeling, isn't it? We had dinner first, and he seemed rather anxious about something. I wracked my brain but couldn't think of anything that could possibly be wrong. After dinner, when we were sitting down he finally spoke. "I want to ask you something" he said, taking my hand. "And what is that, lover?" I asked, smiling nervously at him, my curiosity piqued. He took both my hands and stared at me. He got down on the floor on one knee, which I didn't understand at first. He cleared his throat before he spoke, his eyes staring into mine seriously. "Marry me" I stared at him in disbelief. I sat there a moment, finally realising the gravity of what he was asking. I shook my head in amazement. "It's impossible, how would we..." "I want you to marry me" he repeated. I shakily raised my head to look at him questioningly. "We will go somewhere where no one knows us. We can start a life together. I have savings. I have been saving up even more recently as well to make this work. I know that it's what I want now. I think I always knew I wanted that all along" he confessed. I stared at him in disbelief. I really couldn't believe it. Then the strangest thing happened. Tears began to fall down my face, rolling over my cheeks and down my chin. How Can We Be Lovers (A Love Story) "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" he asked, reaching his hand out to brush away my tears. "Nothing I'm just...so happy!" I cried. "Is that a yes?" he asked me anxiously. I looked at him once more. "Yes, yes yes! You are everything to me. Ill marry you, and I'll be the happiest bride there ever was" I exclaimed. I threw my arms round him and we laughed and cried together. "I love you" he said solemnly. "I love you and I want to be your husband. I want us to have a life together. A real life" We held each other tight. TEN YEARS LATER We had a beautiful wedding. Looking back at the photographs I see a young girl. A nervous, unassuming young girl. I see a couple in their infancy, unsure as to what the future holds. I'm thirty now. My father ... my husband is fifty four and we love each other more and more every day. The years have been kind to us. We live a life that I thought was never possible. I am in love. Today, tomorrow ... forever. When he dies I will die by his side. We are soulmates. True lovers. I still wonder how many people have done what we have. I still shake my head disbelievingly as I think back on everything we have done. It still seems amazing how far we have come even now. If our friends knew that we were father and daughter they would think our love insane, but I know that we were meant to be. Society may never understand, but as long as I have him I have my heart and soul. I have him. I have life.