How it began

My name is Stan, at this time I am forty, and a single parent. My wife passed away a year after our daughter Samantha (Sam) was born. Her death was a massive blow to our hearts, and minds. I had no idea how I was going to continue living after my wife, and best friend passed away. The only thing that kept me from ending my life out of despair was my daughter. Samantha needed a parent, someone who would raise her to adulthood, protect her, and guide her on her journey towards becoming a well rounded adult.

Like any parent I did my best to not fuck up her life. I think I have done a pretty good job of it, Sam was now a sophomore in college. Her major shifted from Phys-ed (She is on the girls gymnastics team.) to wanting to become a psychologist. Whatever path she might choose, she will excel, she is wicked smart, and will run rings around anyone foolish enough to attempt to debate her on her most any subject.

A quick description of my daughter might be in order at this point. Sam is 20 years old, an even five feet tall, somewhere around a hundred pounds, shoulder length brown hair, and small “A” cup breasts. Upon her face is a small line of freckles that are absolutely adorable.
Being on the gymnastics team has kept her fit, and trim. As for myself, I am forty, 6', 175 lbs, and keep myself in shape by running marathons.

This week is going to be special, Sam is coming home for spring break. Home is where she chose to be rather than going to Florida with her girlfriend. That was fine with me, we hadn't been together since Thanksgiving. Of course, that meant a whirlwind session of cleaning the house, so that she wouldn't see what kind of a slob her old man was.

Returning home from a quick trip to the grocery store, I was in time to discover a taxi dropping Sam off at our home. The moment Sam spotted my car coming around the corner, she began hopping up and down, clapping her hands like a little girl with a new Christmas toy.

The second my car door opened, Sam literally jumped into my arms, her legs wrapped around my waist, followed by my face being doused with a thousand kisses. Peeling her Velcro like adhesion from my body, I lowered her to the ground. Grabbing her small suitcase, I took her by the hand, and walked her into the house. Once the door was closed, Sam took off up the stairs to her room, shouting that she needed a shower, and a nap, telling me she was exhausted from her trip.

While she was busy doing her thing, I changed into a pair of swim trunks, fixed myself a drink, and went out to relax by the pool in the backyard.
The warmth of the sun, and the perfect weather had me dozing off in no time. I would have slept the afternoon away if not for the sudden weight that landed across my legs. Cracking my eyes open, while clearing the cobwebs from my mind, I discovered Sam astride my legs while leaning inward to pepper my face with more kisses. When at last she pulled away, I spied the swimsuit she (barely) had on. The swimsuit she had on was a string bikini, the top was nothing more than a couple of strips of fabric, the cups covering her breasts were nothing more than two pieces of fabric each the size of a Doritos chip. The fact that her tiny “A” cup breasts were almost non existent behind them was highly erotic. Shit I thought, this is my daughter, get those thoughts out of your head. What made matters worse, was when she stood up, and turned to dive into the pool I discovered that the bottom of her suit was even smaller. There was an equally small piece covering her private place, along with a thin string of cloth sinking into the crack of her bottom.

Thank god she was in the water before she spotted the erection that threatened to burst through my trunks. Once again I needed to remind myself that this was my daughter, and she was not for me. Climbing out of the pool, the water sliding off her body only to pool around her feet, she stood there as I tossed her a towel to dry herself. Watching her run the towel over her body, I forced myself to look away, lest I have another reaction to her youthful body.

Once she had dried herself, she walked into the kitchen, and returned to the poolside with a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses. Setting the wine on the small table next to me Sam pulled the other lounge chair alongside mine. Stretching out on the lounge chair, she poured two glasses of wine and handed one to me.

Over the next hour, we talked about her classes, and her life at school. While we were at it, we managed to kill a second bottle of wine. It dawned on me that the two of us were just the littlest bit drunk. The sun was beginning to dip below the side of our neighbors house, cutting off the warmth. Sam was the first to rise from her spot, as she rose, she leaned over to gather up the empty bottles, along with the glasses.

Turning towards the house, Sam began to wobble a bit, and dropped the two glasses, causing them to shatter upon impact with the cement. Sam's first instinct was to step backward, this was a mistake. Sam had stepped on the broken glass, which caused her to let out a shriek of pain.
Sitting up from my recliner I slipped on the sandals I had, and scooped her up in my arms while rushing her into the kitchen.

Plopping her onto the kitchen chair, I said, “Baby, stay here while I gather some things from the bathroom.” “Yes Daddy.” she said. Returning to the kitchen, I pulled up a chair while sitting across from her, and pulled her feet onto my lap. “Baby, this is going to hurt a bit, just grit your teeth, and it'll be over soon.” First taking some water, I rinsed off the blood, and dirt from the soles of her feet. Next I set about taking a pair of tweezers, and plucking out the few pieces of glass that had embedded themselves in my daughter's right foot. As luck would have it there were only a few that had done any damage. OK, now for her other foot. As I lowered the right foot onto my lap, I began working on her left foot. While this was being done, her right foot jumped in response to a wince of pain as I plucked a piece of glass from her left foot. When her foot returned to my lap, it came to rest against my cock. I don't think she was aware of this at first, but I certainly was. Sliding back a bit in my chair, I managed to discreetly move her foot from against my cock. When I slid backward, I was treated to the sight of Sam's private area molded against the thin fabric of her bikini bottom.

When the last of the glass was removed, I took a bit of antiseptic cream and rubbed it onto the soles of her feet. “I'm done, how does that feel baby?” “Daddy, how did I ever deserve such a wonderful parent, you always take care of me, and keep me safe.”

Sam lifted one foot after the other, while twisting them around so that she could see what damage the glass had done, she returned her feet to my lap, and once again, they came to rest against my cock. This time she had to be aware of where her feet were, I know this because she flexed the toes of her right foot causing them to rub against the length of my cock. My body's reaction to this was a forgone conclusion. As my cock rose, I pulled away so as not to embarrass either of us.

Twisting away from my daughter, I stood, and moved behind the kitchen counter to hid my erection as it began to shrink. “OK baby, I suggest that you get some rest while I get dinner ready. I further suggest that you favor walking on your heels for a bit, until your feet quit hurting.” With that Sam waddled off to her room to change her clothes.

An hour later, dinner was finished, and Sam jumped up from the table, ran to her room. As she bounded up the steps, she informed me that she was going on a date with her friend Peter. Twenty minutes later Sam reappeared wearing a beautiful silk like summer dress, with a floral print. “Daddy, I don't know how late I'll be, so please don't wait for me.” “Not to worry baby, I like Peter, and I know you will have a good time.”

Peter has been Sam's on again, off again boyfriend, and have known each other since elementary school.
He has always struck me as a lad with a good head on his shoulders, and was well behaved, along with always behaving in an honorable way.

Now that I had the place to myself, I settled in to watch a movie or two. Personally I love a good horror film. I can't stand “slasher” films, filled with jump scares. Give me a film, and a director that understands that real horror films are best when they draw you into the characters themselves, and the story being delivered. To that end, the film I chose tonight was “Let Me In”. This film was one of the best vampire films I had seen in years.

Twenty minutes after the movie ended, Sam came running into the house, and bounded up the stairs. Right away I knew something was wrong. Usually Sam would find me, and at the very least, give me a kiss goodnight.

After giving her fifteen or twenty minutes to get herself settled, I headed up to her room, and knocked on her door. “Baby, are you OK? Would you like to talk?” I inquired. “Daddy, give me a few minutes to calm down, and I'll come to you.” “OK baby, I'll be in my room when you are ready to talk.” I said.

Retreating to my room, I changed into a comfortable pair of running shorts, and my favorite “Ramones” t-shirt. Sitting atop the comforter on my bed reading a book on philosophy, there came a knock upon my door. “Daddy, can I come in?” Bidding her welcome, Sam pushed open the door, and jumped onto my bed. She had changed into her knee length night shirt. I knew for a fact that when Sam wore this she was feeling down, and in need of comfort.

Closing my book, I set it onto the night stand next to my bed. For her part Sam crawled upward only to cuddle alongside me, her head resting upon my chest. It was easy enough to see that she had been crying, her eyes were a bit bloodshot, along with having to blow her nose every few moments. “Baby, what's wrong? Tell me what has gotten you so worked up, you know we have always been open with our feelings.”

“Daddy, I had a fight with Peter, he kept pushing me to do things that I wasn't ready or willing to do. I told him I was saving myself for the person I really loved the best. We could stay friends, but anything beyond that was not on the table. Daddy, I have a confession, I am a virgin. I have never even seen, or touched a penis, except for in a book, or movie, for that matter, I have never allowed any boy to touch me. When we argued, I got so frustrated, I jumped out of his car and walked the last mile home. The whole time I was walking, the tears kept flowing, I didn't think they would ever stop. That's why I didn't come to you right away, I didn't want you to see me in that state.”

“Baby, first off, I'm so happy that you trust me to share your feelings with me. You know that you can come to me with any problem you are facing. This is your safe place, nothing here can hurt you, and I will protect you from the worst the world can throw at you. I also know, that when the right person comes into your life, you will know it, and know that I will support any decision you might make. Just wait, and he will come along.”

“Daddy, I already know who he is. I've been in love with him for the longest time, yet never had the courage to come out, and tell him.” She told me. “Baby, I'm glad you have found him, who is the lucky fellow?” “Daddy, please don't get mad when I tell you. Your support is so special to me, I would hate for there to be a rift between us.” She told me. “Baby, you can trust in my discretion, if you are willing to tell me, I will listen with an open mind, and not be judgmental.” I told her.

“OK, Daddy, the person I want to make me a woman, and who I trust the most, is you !” For the very first time in my life, my brain refused to operate. Not a word was it capable of uttering, let alone formulating a response.

“Sam, you're my daughter, the love of my life, I would move heaven, and hell to make you happy, but I don't think that this is a very good idea. I'm afraid I would feel like I was taking advantage of you when you are in a deep funk over Peter.” As those words left my lips, Sam jumped up from my bed, and ran into my bathroom, locking the door behind her.

From my side of the door, I could hear her tears being renewed, the sobs were racking my heart. Shit I'm such an idiot, I should have handled this better. Now Sam was tearing her heart out in my bathroom. In a short bit, I could hear her sobs lessen, and she grew quiet.

Returning to my bed, I decided to wait her out, so that when she was ready we could continue our talk. Laying back against the headboard of my bed, it took about ten minutes for the bathroom door to crack open, and another few minutes before Sam made her return to my room. When at last she opened the door wide, she stood there completely naked. Standing still, the doorway of the bathroom was the perfect frame for this vision of loveliness. Seconds later she began a very slow approach towards my bed. I could see that she was biting the nails of her right hand, on her face was a look of fear, and uncertainty.

Fuck, I'm going to hell for sure. When at last she stood alongside my bed, my eyes took in her beauty. Her tiny “A” cup breasts, the nipples were large, and erect. You could almost see the blood pulsing through them as they became enlarged. Her stomach, flat with a perceptible six-pack of abs, yet still fully feminine.
My eyes reluctantly scanned down to the “V” between her legs, nearly giving me a heart attack. Sam was perfectly shaved smooth, and the slit of her womanhood was a long thin line without anything protruding to spoil the effect. Yet as I looked, I could see moisture collecting along the length of that slit.

So engrossed in my visual inspection of my daughter's body, I never even felt or noticed that I was sporting an erection larger, and harder than I have ever experienced before. When Sam saw my reaction, she crawled up onto the bed, and snuggled against my side, her left arm wrapped around my chest. Pushing herself upward, Sam leaned in, and placed her lips against mine. As Sam began to kiss me, I kept myself frozen in place, it was only when her free hand traveled down my body, and came to rest atop my cock did I come out of my shock. Only now did I succumb to temptation, and began to return her kiss. The thing about a kiss, is that it is an erotic promise of things to come.

An eternity later, our lips broke away from the most erotic kiss, I had ever experienced. Unwrapping herself from my torso, Sam lay back with a look of hope in her eyes. For the first time in my life, I was about to touch my daughter in a fashion that was proscribed in our society. Propping myself onto my left elbow, I reached outward, and stroked her face with my fingertips. At that first touch, a shudder ran through body, as she closed her eyes I could see her body relax in her surrender. My right hand reached outward, and came to rest upon her breast.
My fingertips lightly touched her engorged nipples, sending shock waves throughout her body. Her breasts were absolutely adorable, nearly nonexistent in size, yet they and her nipples were incredibly responsive to my touch.

Ever so slowly, I traced my fingertips along the curves of her torso. Her body was utterly amazing, not a flaw could be found, or felt. Her skin was the softest I had ever felt, yet just below the surface, I could feel the solid muscles hidden by that same softness, muscles developed from her years of gymnastics training. When at last my fingertips slid themselves onto her private place, a shudder ran through her body as Sam spread her legs for me. As my finger touched her clit, her body arched upward, followed by a deep moan that began in her gut, and made it's way to her throat.

The moment she again relaxed, Sam's hand reached downward, and wrapped around the cloth covering my enraged cock. Now it was my turn to arch my back, and release the very same moan, that moments ago belonged to my daughter. Pushing me backward onto the mattress, Sam gripped the waistband of my running shorts, as she drew them downward, and off, her hand returned to lightly stroking my cock. Leaning down Sam's breath blew across my cock causing it to begin pulsing, and jumping around. Closing my eyes for a moment, Sam placed her lips around the head of my cock. Oh fuck, yes, now for certain I'm going to hell for what we were doing, oh well, fuck it, I'm already dammed.

I had to pull my daughter away from my cock after only a few moments, least I explode prematurely. Hopping off the bed, Sam looked at me with a question in her eyes. Not saying a word, I pulled her body to the foot of the bed. Her legs hanging over the edge, kneeling on the floor at the edge of my bed, I pulled her legs apart, and began to drive her to the brink of insanity by kissing, and licking the insides of her thighs, while working my way upward. Sam's breathing was coming in explosive gasps. At the exact moment my tongue touched those perfect lips of my daughter's vagina, she swallowed a deep breath, and held it until she must have been turning blue, if I had been able to look up. Now in earnest my lips, and tongue began to bring my daughter to heights of ecstasy that she had never before experienced. The taste of her secretions were manna to a starving man's soul. With my finger sliding between my daughters lips, I could feel her still intact hymen.

Over the next few minutes, I brought Sam to a series of orgasms. With both her hands Sam pushed my head away from her, she said, “Daddy, It's time, take me, make me yours forever.”

     End of part 1