****** My Precious Amy by Frank D. ******
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My Precious Amy


This story took place about three years ago, and nothing has changed. Amy is
now seventeen and we're closer than ever...

Part I, The Overture.

At the time it all changed forever, Amy had only just turned fourteen years old
and was an incredibly beautiful young girl, absolutely lovely in every way. She
was and is everything to me, my precious little daughter that I'd die for in a
heartbeat. At fourteen she was practically still a little girl, but a strong
hint of womanhood had undeniably begun to reveal itself within her, no matter
how much I tried to draw a blind eye to it. She was beginning to dress a bit
provocatively, as young teenage girls so daringly start do at this age and only
the month before had begun to wear makeup on a regular basis. She was not quite
five feet tall, with long, golden-blonde hair, dark brown eyes, and a lean, tan
little body that you could hardly take your eyes from. Her mother, Karen, had
died during childbirth and Amy was all that I had left her, the only true love
I'd ever known. She was so much like her mother now, so energetic, so bright,
so kind and tender, so astonishingly beautiful. As a baby and all throughout
her childhood there was nothing so comforting for me, and for her too, than
holding her on my lap and stroking her beautiful hair as her head rested softly
on my shoulder. We were as close as any father and daughter could be. We loved
one another totally and completely.

On the day that our closeness grew exponentially, I had taken Amy shopping for
new school clothes. The summer months had flown by and I was a bit sad knowing
I wouldn't have her around during the coming school days. As a freelance
writer, I spent nearly all my time at home and had grown accustomed to having
her beauty and energy always nearby. She loved to read and listen to her music
on the large sofa in my study, and would often be but a glance away from my
computer as I pounded-out yet another story or article.

As we got into our house carrying all the packages, she was ecstatic with the
thrill of her new purchases and darted up to her room to try on her new
outfits. It had been a particularly hot day, so I followed her up to take a
shower. Because we shared the same bathroom, each having our own bedroom door
to access it, I could hear her inside her room opening the packages and
gleaming private comments to herself on what we had bought. God, I thought to
myself, she is such a joy! I felt so happy for her and the simple delight she
was feeling for her new clothes. Christ, I'd buy her the world if I could. I'd
buy her the universe!

After I showered and was drying myself off, Amy called through the door for me
to come out and see one of her new outfits. I put on my briefs and robe and
went in, never for an instant realizing what was about to happen. When I opened
her door my heart sank to somewhere it had never been. There before me Amy
stood, wearing a plaid miniskirt and a white lace, short-sleeved blouse. She
had put on her mother's locket that I had just given her on her birthday and it
was dangling down upon her bare neckline. She had put on some makeup, mascara
and blush, and her lips were fully coated with a deep, pink lipstick. With her
hair simply flowing down over her shoulders, she was nothing short of an angel.
I had to swallow a couple of times before I could speak.

"My God, honey, you look wonderful.... absolutely beautiful."

"Do you really like it," she asked, truly unsure of her appearance.

"Honey, no girl on the planet could possibly look as good. My God..."

"Thank you, Daddy," she said rushing up to me and giving me a big hug.

As she pulled away from our embrace, I could almost feel something adjust in
the air between us, a silent crackle that could just barely be felt. As I
started to wonder what had occurred, Amy leaned back into me, locked her arms
softly around my neck, and kissed me fully and completely on my lips. We had,
of course, kissed before, as all fathers and daughters do, but this was a real
kiss, a kiss that spoke of an intimacy we had never known. As our lips parted,
as I felt her intoxicatingly fragrant lipstick peal slowly and audibly from my
mouth, I just stood there looking into her eyes. I didn't know what to say, I
was way beyond speechless.

"Daddy," she said, breaking a silence that seemed endless. "I love you, I love
you so very much. Please don't be mad, I have wanted to kiss you like that for
so long... so very long..."

"Mad? Honey, I...," but before I could get out another word she pulled our lips
together again and kissed me even more passionately than before, firmly pulling
the back of my head towards her and uttering a barely audible moan. She then
quietly pulled away from me and, looking me straight into my eyes, began to do
something that defied reality. She began unbuttoning her blouse.

"Honey.... What is going on here?" I said, still completely in shock.

"Daddy," she softly said. "I'm almost a woman now. Haven't you noticed? I just
want to.... I just want to be with you.... All day, haven't you seen how I've
been acting? Haven't you seen what's going on inside me?"

"Honey, I don't know what you're talking about... I only know this isn't right.
I'm your father... We shouldn't be together like..., well, like this..."

"Then stop me...," she said smiling in seeming confidence, although she was
obviously terrified at her own actions; I could clearly see her hands trembling
with each movement. And yet, almost as if defying her own deepest fears of
rejection, as if calling upon all the courage she could muster inside herself,
she continued to unbutton her blouse.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't know anything. As Amy continued to undress
herself before me, as the taste and feel of her lipstick unrelentingly lingered
upon my own lips, a truth began to unfold within me, as if a ponderously slow
bolt of lightning coming from within some deep, unknown recess. I found myself
entering a new world of possibilities where.... was it possible?... where I
wanted Amy, wanted to hold her body... desperately wanted to have her lips
pressed back upon mine... Was this really possible? And yet, I couldn't hold
onto it. It was just too impossible, too insane, too... wrong...? But still, I
could hardly deny that these thoughts were there, and they were beckoning to
every part of my body, every part of my soul.

As this newly discovered, not quite unleased desire began to take hold of me,
as the ramifications of our actions began to dissolve away, Amy steadfastly
continued her task and, before I could say another word, pulled the blouse out
from inside her skirt and let it drop slowly to the floor, revealing a
nakedness which unquestionably was the most sensual and breathtaking vision I
had ever seen. She had only just begun to develop her breasts, which somehow
only made the moment all that much more erotic. Now my little Amy was fully
there before me, naked but for her little miniskirt, smiling straight into me
eyes, straight into my heart.

I was lost, completely without bearing. I could almost hear the world screaming
I should run away, should scold her, should do something, anything! But I
simply couldn't take my eyes off her.

Sensing the moment was hers, and with our eyes locked in some sort of mutual
trance of unexplored desires, Amy silently walked towards to me, untied my robe
and simply, effortlessly, pulled it from my body.

"Daddy, I know what people say," she whispered to me, "I know it's not supposed
to be right for fathers and daughters to love each other like this, but that
seems so crazy... so crazy... doesn't it? I love you more than anyone, more
than anything... I just want to be with you," she said once again, accenting
the "with" with almost a tone of desperation.

My silence spoke more than any words as our eyes remained locked together.
Lacking any sign of protest on my part, Amy pulled herself to me again,
wrapping her arms around me, pressing her little body to mine, and began
kissing me once more, deeply and so very fully, now exploring her tongue with
mine. I could both hear and feel her heart pounding inside her naked chest. I
was now in a nether world I'd never imagined, detached from all that I knew or
had believed in. I found myself simply on fire for her. Letting go of any faint
misgivings that remained which told of any sense of societal rights or wrongs,
I kissed my little girl, kissed my little angel back with a passion that now,
finally, matched her own. We kissed and pressed ourselves together like this
for two or three minutes with my hands desperately all over her, freely
caressing her nakedness. We seemed to be leaving the planet, cast into some
world apart from all else.

When we finally parted, she silently lower herself onto her knees and kissed my
stomach just above my briefs. Again, I could feel her lipstick peel from my
body.

"Daddy...," she said, "Please let me do this... please don't say anything...
I've dreamed of this for so very long..."

I knew what she meant, but it all was so surprising I just couldn't believe it
was happening. I was about to say something, I haven't the slightest idea what,
when I felt my beautiful little daughter pull down my briefs and free my near
exploding cock. I could see her looking at it with amazement for a moment or
two, and then, miraculously, she tenderly kissed its head. Then, quietly and so
very slowly, she began to take it into her mouth. Little by little, she began
to suck me in, pulling my cock deeper and deeper into her precious little
mouth. The sensation of her warm lips and mouth upon the very summit of my
desire almost brought me down to my knees as well. I haven't the words to
describe it all that I was feeling. All I could do was hold my hands upon her
exquisite, so very angelic blonde hair, and allow her to take complete charge.
She pulled herself ever closer and closer to me, wrapping her arms tightly
around my legs until every inch I had was hers. I'm not huge, but I had a
problem believing my little girl would be able to take all I had. But she did,
over and over again, her lipstick sliding her lips so effortlessly along their
path. After a few moments of deep exploration, she found her rhythm and began
to give me a blow job that surely must be reserved for the gods. As the moments
passed, as an excitement I had never known began to take its grip, I knew I was
moments away from losing it entirely.

"Honey," I finally said, "If you keep going I'm going to have an orgasm... Do
you know what that means?"

Amy slowly pulled herself free from her ventures and answered with a giggle,
"It means you're going to cum, Daddy!"

"You know about all that," I asked stupidly, knowing she surly must.

"I want you to cum, Daddy... But would you like to..., you know... do it inside
me," she asked timidly.

Again, of course, I knew what she meant. The tone of her voice left little to
my imagination. Still, how could this be happening??? I just couldn't get over
it. Inside myself I began running an internal dialog that must have matched the
most powerful computers in existence. My little girl, my own daughter was
telling me that not only could I have her in the most intimate of ways, but
that she was desperate that I do just that. To every argument I could come up
with, I received back the same answer: Go for it, you blockhead! How could it
be wrong? I wanted her... she wanted me.... Where was the problem???

Then, finally, as if slapped silly from an all-knowing, lascivious god, I found
myself jolted into the moment and tossed all reservations to the wind. Love
must surly win out, mustn't it? Of course, it had too!

I reached down and pulled my little Amy up from her perch, took her into my
arms, and kissed those pink, luscious lips more passionately than I have ever
kissed anyone, pulling her body tightly to mine. As we parted, as I looked
straight into those gorgeous brown eyes of hers, I began to ask the most
intimate question any father could ever ask of his child, "Do you really want
to, honey. Do you really want to... to..."

"Make love?" she finished for me with a faint, distant whisper.

"Yes, honey. Do you really want to make love?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said as if speaking from paradise itself. "I want you to make
love to me. I want to feel you inside me more than anything... I don't think I
could stand it if you say no. It's ok, Daddy, really it is. Please make love to
me. Please be my... my lover...," she finished, saying this last word as if for
the very first time.

With those words I needed no other internal debate or dialog. I took my
precious little Amy and lifted her slight, tiny body up into my arms and laid
her softly onto her bed. I was now free from doubt, free from guilt, free from
any lingering, insane, self-imposed denials.

I slowly unzipped the back of Amy's skirt and pulled it down off her silky,
exquisitely perfect legs. Her tiny pink panties were all that remained, and
they seemed to glistened back at me, demanding to be removed. I surrender
helplessly to the moment and pulled them slowly down and away from her,
revealing a nakedness which was completely and unimaginably ethereal. Her body
was simply perfect in every way imaginable. Not near perfect, mind you, it WAS
perfect. If perfection had a name, surely it must be her's. How could this be
happening, I kept asking myself. How could such a reality actually be
happening??? How could such a blessed creature be there for me, my own child so
desperate for me? What had I ever done to deserve this? As these question
lingered inside me, never, of course, to be answered, my precious Amy silently
reached her arms up and pulled me down along side her. Feeling her full, naked
body against mine for the first time was simply intoxicating, so far beyond
anything I could ever fully take in, I had to laugh to myself. It was just too
much! Her beauty, her untold preciousness was simply light-years beyond any
capacity I could ever fully realize, and I knew it. Nonetheless, we continued
our newfound affair and began to quietly kiss one another, passionately
caressing every inch of one another's body - her lips so moist, so desperate
for mine. As Amy tousled within my arms and desires, everything else in the
world lost all meaning. All societal moralities simply faded into some
laughable absurdity. This was our time now, mine and Amy's. We no longer needed
any rationalization or third-party approval. Our love was all we required, and
it had now consumed us.

After time had lost all heading, after night and day lost all meaning, after we
had explored our newfound union to near delirium, Amy demurely reached down and
silently began to guide me towards her.

"Honey," I said, "This will probably hurt a bit. You're so young, so small...
and this is your first time... It is, isn't it?," I ended, immediately
realizing the absurdity of that question.

"Of course, Daddy. Of course it is, silly..." she giggled.

"So, you're sure about this..., honey? Absolutely sure?"

She didn't answer directly, but only pressed her lips to mine, expending the
last of her lipstick onto me, and smiled back deep into my eyes as she pulled
my body relentlessly towards her.

With her tender hand guiding me, I slowly began to enter her tiny vagina. Her
legs lifted up as I gained entry and tightly wrapped themselves around mine.
Little by little, bit by bit, I entered my daughter's most private of worlds.
Sensations raced through me impossible for any other lover... her vaginal lips
so embracing, so longing for my touch. At first it seemed an impossible task -
surely there would be no way I could fully get inside her little body. But with
each tender thrust, I dove deeper and deep inside her. Her tightness was
daunting, yet enticing. As her hands remained upon me begging me onward, our
eyes remained locked together dismissing all but our mutual lust and longings.
When I felt myself reach her hymen, I could hear her faint moans become
strained.

"Honey," I said, stopping my advances immediately. "I'd die before I'd ever
hurt you... If you want me to stop..."

"Daddy, if you stop I'll never talk to you again!!!," she giggled in a voice
that now seemed far older than her years. "It's ok, Daddy. Really. You're being
so gentle, I know that... I'm ok... Just go slow... But God, Daddy... Oh my
God, Daddy... JUST DON'T STOP! I have to feel you all the way inside me now...,
I've HAVE to," she finished, pulling my body ever closer towards her with those
tiny legs.

With my fears dismissed, I kissed her again and continued our forbidden
liaison. Over and over again I gently dove in and out of my beloved little
daughter, driving myself deeper and deeper into her innocence with each new
thrust. I have had my share of lovers in my life, but never had anything been
like this. Her vagina simply consumed my passion with every new inch explored.
Then, amazingly, impossibly, I found myself completely inside my little angel.
When the moment arrived, when my pelvis fully met hers, Amy wrapped her arms
and legs tightly around my body and kissed me the singularly most erotic kiss
I'll ever know. Our bodies were now as one and we were simply alive with one
another. I began, finally, to now properly make love to my child, slowly
thrusting myself in and out of her, over and over again, our momentum growing
with each passing second.

"Oh, Daddy...," she cried, "I love you so much... It feels so... so good...so
goooood! Oh God, Daddy... Oh my God, Daddy... Thank you!!!! I never knew it
could feel this good... Oh, God Daddy... Oh my God...!!!"

At the moment Amy rolled herself over on top of me, I must have had my eyes
closed for a few minutes, as the image that unfolded before me will forever
remain within my heart. I'll eternally remember opening my eyes and seeing that
first glimpse of my miraculous little girl, my beautiful little Amy smiling
down at me with her long, blonde hair dangling over her shoulders, her body
straddling me completely, her perfect little body so utterly mine, with my cock
so very deep inside her. Unquestionably, this was the most erotic moment I'll
ever know or could ever imagine. In this new position now, Amy took control and
began to raise and lower herself down onto my cock, and with each new thrust
she let out a moan of pleasure that surly must be reserved solely for a
daughter's joy. Nothing, NOTHING I had ever experienced could compare with what
was happening. It was so much more than sex, so much more than even sex with
someone so young and lovely as Amy... That she was my own daughter, my own
flesh and blood, brought it all to an inconceivably erotic, incestuous world I
had never before believed possible.

"Honey," I found myself finally saying, as if from a distance echo of my prior
existence, "It's about to happen....I'm going to... I'm almost there...."

"Oh, Daddy... I want you to... I want it to happen... Oh, Daddy... It's
happening for me too. Oh my God, Daddy...," she cried back, thrusting herself
up and down upon me.

And then, from somewhere impervious to our understanding, a stillness took hold
of us. A moment was about to take place that needed to be held onto for all
time, and we both somehow knew it. Simultaneously, we slowed our actions down
to a near stop, Amy maintaining only a faint rocking motion upon me. My climax
was now as emanate as was her's and we needed do nothing more. I looked up into
her eyes staring back so very deeply into mine and marveled at the
astonishingly gorgeous angel who was there for me, with me so entirely and
completely inside her, inside her perfect little body, there before me,
completely mine... I just couldn't believe how gorgeous she was, her hair, her
exquisite face, her lips, her eyes, her incredibly perfect little body... My
glorious little daughter so alive and so on fire for me. It was a moment for
the angels...

Amy smiled down at me, completely understanding my ecstasy as no one else but a
daughter ever could, and lowered her lips to mine. She kissed me deeply once
again and sweetly whispered into my ear: "I love you Daddy, I love you more
than anything..." Then without a sound, she raised herself up into full view
and gently settled herself fully back down upon my cock as if saying, in
effect, the time had come. And then heaven imploded. With Amy so gently rocking
herself upon me, and with the moment forever locked into own private eternity,
our efforts were rewarded. Neither of us removed our eyes from one another for
an instant as our orgasms began to consume our being, our world. It was so
incredibly slow in coming, like a long unseen train finally coming to station -
long, powerful, and incredibly intense..... And then as a rapacity I could
never deserve washed through me, I began to feel my sperm enter my precious
little daughter, my precious baby.

"Oh, Daddy..., Oh God, Daddy...., I can feel it... I can feel it! Oh God,
Daddy... it's so warm! My God, Daddy, it's so hot!!! Daddy... Daddy, if feels
so good... How can it feel this good, Daddy?! It can't... it can't... it
CAN'T!!! DADDY...!!!!!!!!! HOW CAN IT FEEL THIS GOOD???!!!!!!!"

Upon my body, upon my creation, I felt my precious angel begin to shake above
me as she entered her own orgasm, convulsing over and over again in a near
panic of never before known fulfillment. I held my hands onto her naked waist
and pulled her down to me tighter and tighter with each pulsation, stroking her
hips to mine as if they could somehow enter me as deeply as I was inside her...
All the while my cum seemed to be endlessly entering a vessel of unlimited
eroticism, filling a void I had never known could be mine....

When I finished giving my angel everything I had, and so much more than I'd
ever thought possible, Amy laid herself down to me and kissed me long and
deeply in complete exhaustion. And there, sill completely inside her, hugging
her tightly and so desperately close to my body, and stroking her insanely
beautiful hair as I had done all her life, we both fell into a deep sleep.

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Part II, Forever After.

I'm not sure whether it was the heat of the sun beating down through the
window, or just the clock radio that first awoke me. All I knew was my mind
reeled amongst the lyrics I was hearing....

I look over yonder, what do I see? The sun is risin', most definitely. A new
day's comin', people are changin', Ain't it beautiful? Crystal Blue Persuasion
Better get ready, gonna see the light, Love, love is the answer, that's all
right. So don't you give up now, so easy to find. Just look at your soul, open
your mind. Crystal Blue Persuasion

In the bathroom I could hear the shower just shut off, could hear that Amy had
just finished bathing herself clean. I laid motionless in her bed as the night
before slowly unfolded inside me, as if some novel I'd read in a very distant
past.

"My God, what have I done...?" a voice screamed inside me. "Could it all have
really happened?" My mind seemed unable to take it all in... Yet, bit by bit,
it all played over and over within me... Amy's first overtures.... Amy's
kiss... Amy's tender young body within my arms.... our complete encounter...
Then it all hit me at once, EVERYTHING, like some truck burrowing down at 80
miles an hour towards all I had known. I had made love to my beloved Amy, had
made love to..., to my very own daughter. Christ..., I thought, what sort of
hell must now await me? WHAT HAD I DONE? How was Amy going to feel towards me
now? How could I still be her father... How could I have let this happen? How
could I have...

My eyes instantly fell upon the bathroom door as it clicked open. Jesus, I
thought, Godzilla himself could have come out and I wouldn't have been
surprised... Everything in my world seemed completely inside-out. I was
prepared for anything. I imagined Amy in tears, or with such a look of hatred
upon her face that I'd never recover.. But as the bathroom door opened, all my
thoughts and fears only scurried away into oblivion. There was Amy, incredibly
beautiful and... and HAPPY! It didn't seem possible. She just walked out of
that bathroom, without an apparent care in the world, and grinned straight at
me! She was wearing my white, terry-cloth robe, only loosely covering her body,
just barely tied about her waist and dragging the floor behind her. She quietly
walked towards me with her enormous smile, looking at me with... how can I
describe it? I suppose there is no other way to say it: She walked towards me
with that undeniable look of a brand-new lover. She had put on just enough
makeup to accent her beauty, as if preparing for a Glamour magazine cover
shoot, not in any way overdone, and had her wet hair bundled upon her head. She
was simply the very picture of teenage beauty in every way, so incredibly young
and radiant. Her lips, now coated with a deep, coral-red lipstick, glistened in
the morning light as she began to speak.

"Morning, Daddy!" she said enthusiastically, as if nothing could be more
wonderful than the moment at hand.

"Good morning, honey," I said with surprising ease. "How are you doing, baby?
How's everything"

"I feel wonderful, Daddy. I feel... I don't know... different. But I feel so...
so happy!," she answered back, jumping onto the bed and on top of me, laughing
hysterically and pretending to pin me down. Although the blankets separated us,
she was right back where she had been the night before, straddling me and
smiling down with so much love and happiness I thought I'd die.

"Honey...," I said looking up into her gorgeous brown eyes starring so deeply
into mine, "I don't know what to say. I don't know how to explain all this, any
of it. What happened last night was nothing... NOTHING I had ever imagined
would happen." I paused briefly, trying desperately to find just the right
words, hopelessly trying to express all that was going on inside me. I reached
up and began stroking the back of her neck as I continued. "Babydoll, I feel
like I've done... done something wrong to you, incredibly wrong... I feel like
I've let you down, let something happen that... that you'll hate me for
someday."

I suppose I expected her to argue back that everything was ok, to verbally try
to set my mind at ease. But instead, she only looked down at me with an
expression of complete understanding, letting a few moments pass before she
said or did anything - never for an instant losing her smile, nor any of the
angelic glow that surrounded her. Then my beautiful little daughter, my barely
fourteen year old child leaned herself down and slowly, tenderly, began to kiss
me. As our lips met once again, her hands softly cradled my face and cheeks.
She held herself to me like this for a full minute, kissing me as deeply as she
was able and turning my lips to fire..., she seemed to be simply searing the
red lipstick between us! My heart rate must have doubled as Amy took that kiss
right out into the stratosphere. With that kiss, Amy spoke more than any words
ever could, as she knew it would. In that kiss she told me that all that was
happening between us was something she wanted... something that was truly
beautiful... something that we had to just let happen... something that was
simply too wonderful to deny.

As our lips parted, Amy looked into my eyes and laughed, saying, as if from a
new reality that could no longer be refused, "Daddy, would you like some
breakfast? I'm hungry!"

I had to smile at the normality of such a question, but couldn't find it within
myself to just let it all drop away without some further discourse. "Honey..."
I said, "Amy..., is everything ok? REALLY OK?"

"Daddy, Auntie Drew is right. You think too much!," she said laughing,
referring to my older sister who was forever accusing me of this.

"Yeah, well," I retorted, "Auntie Drew would probably think this would be an
exception."

"Want some coffee?," she asked, ignoring my comment completely.

"Yeah," I answered. "I guess I would, honey. I think I could use it."

Amy leaped off me, laughing at nothing in particular, and made tracks out
through her bedroom door and down the stairs, leaving me within my new world.

I finally got myself up and took a shower, a VERY LONG, VERY COLD shower. I
dried myself off, put on a pair of shorts and tank top, and found my way slowly
down our stairs. My eyes couldn't help but stare at the pictures upon our
stairway wall as I took each step. Pictures of Amy age two... age six....
ten.... twelve... They seemed to be looking at me with such an intensity now,
with such a devotion I'd never before seen.

Inside the kitchen, Amy was just finishing setting the table. I could smell the
mixture of bacon, eggs, pancakes, and coffee that she had been prepared. With
no mother, and me a lousy, impatient cook, Amy had learned early on to cook -
and to my good fortune, she was really quite good at it. In fact, she had
cooked for both of us ever since she was about six or seven years old, far too
young to be burdened with such tasks.

Amazingly, it seemed, I realized I was starving.

"Hi, Daddy!" Amy said, smiling from ear-to-ear as I entered, still wearing my
robe. "It's almost ready. I burned the toast, but I'm making some more."

"God, honey. It smells great!"

Amy went over to the stove and flipped the pancakes, then turned and smiled
those gorgeous red lips at me. Realizing my unrelenting awkwardness with all
that was happening between us, she stopped her activities dead in their tracks
and walked straight up to me. Without a word, she wrapped her arms around my
neck and kissed me, pressing the full of her body to mine. Her tongue slowly
entering my mouth as our lips caressed.

"Amy," I said once we finally parted. "How do you know how to kiss like that?"

"Daddy," she laughed. "I've kissed boys before, give me a break!"

"Really? Who???" I asked sternly, as if still just a normal dad.

"Lots of boys, Daddy. They like me!" she giggled.

"Oh God... My little girl...," I stumbled out. "Seems I've been missing a few
things lately..."

"Maybe," she said, smiling back at me with her arms still around my neck and
her lips inches away... her breath now becoming my own, "But you're not going
to miss anything anymore, Daddy." And with that, she pressed her lips again to
mine and nearly brought me to my knees.

I ate our breakfast as if some craven animal, consuming twice what I'd normally
eat. Amy, too, seemed ferocious in her appetite, even to the point of mixing
more pancake mix and ladening the cakes with far more butter and syrup than I
could ever remember her doing. She had begun drinking coffee at quite a young
age, about ten years old, I think, and was now on her second cup. Throughout
our breakfast, for some reason or other, I couldn't help but continually peek
at the lipstick she left upon her mug. It seemed so erotic, somehow. My
daughter's lipstick traces...

When we had finished stuffing ourselves and our quiet became deafening, Amy
just spoke up and said, "Daddy, let's make love again. Wouldn't that be
wonderful..., wouldn't it great to have the feeling again like we did last
night?"

"Honey, I don't know if we should... yet, I don't know if..."

"Daddy..... please stop it..., stop being like that.. God, Daddy.., don't
you..., GET IT? Can't you see how great this is, how perfect??? You're making
me feel... I don't know... dirty, I guess. Like there's something wrong with
me."

"Amy... honey, there's nothing wrong with you. My God... nothing...," my words
trailed off as my mind entered into a deep discussion with my heart.

Really, it just took about half a minute or so of deep thought for me to, well
"get it," but when I did, it was forever after. I had, as they say, a moment of
clarity. I realized what a fool I was being. I was at the precipice of throwing
away one of the deepest loves possible, a love more intimate, more powerful,
more... more erotic than what most people could ever dream. I was being a
complete imbecile!!! When I looked into my heart of hearts, truly looked inside
my own deepest beliefs, I saw so clearly that there was nothing wrong going on
here, absolutely nothing. Quite the contrary. All the glory of heaven was
spreading itself before me, for God's sake!!! Finally I let go completely of
that archaic belief so ingrained into us all, a belief which assures each of us
that amorous love between those closely related is not possible, not at least
without grave consequences. But looking at it for what it truly is - simply an
ancient taboo rooted solely in the dangers of inbreeding and the subsequent
limiting of our collective gene pool - I saw how crazy it was for it to
continue to thrive in this day and age. In a world of 6 billion people, in a
world of birth control, in a world where so many once forbidden sexual acts are
now commonplace..., how could such an honest love as ours be thought wrong?
What insane nonsense! At that moment I decided to open myself up to all the
love that Amy was offering, all the love we could ever hope to experience...

"Honey?" I said, looking up to see my daughter very near tears. "Baby...? It's
ok now..., everything is ok." I got up and walked over to her. I leaned over
and put my hand under her chin, lifted her lips to mine, and slowly kissed my
gorgeous little girl, my child.... my new lover. Amy rose out of her chair as
we kissed and silently untied her robe, letting it drop softly to the floor.
With our lips locked together and her arms wrapping themselves around my neck,
I took Amy's naked little body up into my arms and carried her through the
kitchen door, up our long, sunlit staircase, and into my deepest desires.

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Next: Part III, Bodies Explored.

Comments welcome! email me at: robyn41660@aol.com Frank D.

Please note that this story contained only 100% consensual sex. I realize, or
course, there are those that may not accept this possibility, considering Amy's
age. However, and that being said, if you ever find yourself considering
forcing yourself upon a minor, or coercing them in any way, shape, or form into
some sexual relationship, please seek some sort of help before you start
destroying lives. Keep that line drawn between fantasy and reality. Thanks!

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