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Jackson could feel her breathing quicken and knew that she was excited. His own daughter. He probably should stop. This wasn't innocent anymore. This was totally in a different league than when she placed his hand on her tummy when she was on her period. There could be no denying what this was. She was 18 years old. She was about the same age that he and Jennifer had been when they started having sex with each other. His cock lurched, as always, at that thought. He didn't think that Katie was sexually active, but she was definitely ready for it. It certainly wasn't appropriate to receive sexual attention from her father. He had to stop this, as delightful as it was to hold her near-naked body and play with her perfect young breasts.
She suddenly flipped around, facing him. He was momentarily disappointed that her breasts were no longer available to him to touch and feel and stroke, but he was simultaneously relieved, knowing that one of them had to stop this. It was totally dark and he couldn't tell what she was doing when she raised up again. Maybe she was going to bed.
"You going to bed, Honey?"
"Not yet," she whispered.
He suddenly felt a soft pressure against his face and realized that his daughter was pressing one of her breasts against his mouth. He opened his mouth, allowing the nipple between his lips. He touched his wet tongue to the nipple, then gently and lovingly suckled.
"Ohhhh," she gasped. She got on her knees and leaned over him, her breasts above his face.
In the darkness, Jackson felt and realized that his daughter was leaning over his face, her delectable young breasts offered to him to lick and suck. He felt with both hands and gently stroked both of her nipples with his fingers.
"Ohhhh," she moaned again.
He encircled both of her breasts with his large hands, one in each hand. He squeezed gently as he began to lick and suck one of her nipples. He could tell by how stiff they were that they were eager and needy. His daughter was so trusting to show him what she liked. She instinctively knew that her father would give her what she needed.
"Oh, Daddy," she moaned. "I never knew it could feel this good...ohhh Daddy!"
Jackson gave her other breast the same oral ministrations as he had the first, as she continued to moan and whisper 'Daddy'. He felt as if his cock would explode. At age 42, he didn't often produce much pre-cum anymore, but without actually touching it, he thought his cock might be totally wet with his natural lubricant. He was quite sure that he hadn't been this turned on in over a decade -- maybe even since he was last with his sister shortly before she married, some 20 years previously.
Katie's chest was heaving. She seemed to be almost hyper-ventilating. He could feel her ragged breath in his ear as he continued to feast on her ripe, teen breasts. Then she suddenly lay back down, her chest still heaving. She lay flat on her back, but halfway on top of him. Her left leg was between his legs. Her bottom was against his right leg. He idly stroked her flat abdomen, just enjoying the feel of his sexy young daughter against his body.
She took his hand and stroked it. She held it, uncertainly, for a moment, then turned it and put it between her legs, taking his fingers and placing them exactly where she wanted them on her damp panties.
Jackson knew that this was way over the line. He didn't allow his fingers to even caress her, but moved his hand very slowly upward, back to her tummy. Insistently, she grasped his hand and placed it back between her legs, once again placing his fingers where she wanted them. She was almost gulping in air; he could tell that she was highly excited. He felt that he might spontaneously ejaculate. He didn't dare say a word.
He began to very delicately and very tentatively feel of his daughter's panty-covered pussy. At first, he very carefully explored, familiarizing himself with her geography. He felt her cuntal crease and could tell, through her thin panties, that her labia were covered with sparse hair. He reached lower and placed a finger at what he imagined was her opening. She was wet there. He very gently allowed that finger to very slowly travel between her labia until he reached her very swollen clit. He gently touched it, then ran his finger across.
"Ohhhhh, Daddy," she gasped, in a loud whisper. She was trembling, slightly. He knew it was from sexual excitement.
He placed his fingers on her labia and began to stroke, very lightly. He stroked downward as far as he could reach, then very slowly upward, avoiding touching her clit directly. Then he did it again, and again, and again, gradually increasing the pressure. Katie's trembling became more pronounced. He knew that she was insanely turned on and that the way he was touching her was denying her what she really needed -- an orgasm. She was panting and moving her hips toward his hand as he stroked. She was moaning, almost silently. The sound made his cock ache.
After stroking her labia for a couple of minutes, he touched her at her opening, rubbing in a circular motion. Her panties were soaked in that spot already. His fingers became wet with her slick juices. He then slid his fingers in her crease toward her clit, then gently took her clit between two fingers and closed them around it, very delicately pinching it through her saturated panties.
"Ungggh, Daddy, ohhhh, that feels so good," she moaned.
He thought she might be on the verge of an orgasm, so he moved his fingers away from her clit. He began to massage her labia again. She was so wet that her panties were dripping wet with her natural juices. Her panties were slippery and he knew that they would be transparent if the light was on. He massaged her labia and, harder this time, ran his fingers up her cuntal crease and touched her clit, causing her to jerk, and gasp and moan, as if she had been shocked.
He was at his breaking point. He had never gone beyond what she had implicitly asked of him, but that was about to change. He sat up and moved between her legs.
"Daddy? Please? Don't stop," she begged.
He bent and kissed her panties between her legs. They were so totally soaked with her juices that he could taste her. He grasped the elastic of her panties and pulled them down and off. Then he leaned forward and kissed her wet pussy right at the opening. He felt as if he were kneeling at the altar of a goddess.
She opened her legs wide, gasped, and wrapped both hands in her daddy's hair as he wetly licked from her opening all the way up to her throbbing clit. When he touched the very tip of his tongue to her clit, very lightly, she groaned, "Oh Daddy that feels so good!"
He reverently kissed her labia and stuck his tongue as deep inside her as he could. He was transported back to when he used to do this with his sister, Jennifer. This was almost the same thing, he mused. It was incest. To his mind, right or wrong, incest was the most intimate sex possible. How could you ever love anyone more than you did your own twin sister -- or in this case, your own precious daughter? This was the first time, however, with his daughter. It might even be her first experience with oral sex. He would try to make it a good one. She would always remember this and, he knew, there would always be a tiny part of her that would desire it again. He had not felt this kind of love and passion in so long that he wondered if he ever had felt exactly this way before. As much as he loved his twin sister, Jennifer, he loved his daughter even more. The difference was that he had romantic feelings for his sister.
As his daughter's movements became more insistent, he knew that she would have an orgasm soon. He wanted it to be the best one she had ever had. He kissed her clit, then tenderly licked it, delving his oral digit under it and around it, wetly flicking his tongue against it as she gasped and cried out in pleasure. Then he took her clit into her mouth, the pièce de résistance, and began to suckle.
"Oh my GOODNESS, Daddy!" she moaned. She pulled his hair as he sucked harder and she felt her orgasm overwhelming her. "Ohhhh Daddeeeeeeeeeee!" she screeched, as it hit her. "Oh Daddy!"
She was wildly screwing her open loins into his face as she pulled his hair, pressing his face between her legs. She was moaning and calling his name, but that barely registered with him. All he knew was that she was squirting her delicious girl-juice in his face as he continued to lick and suck at her throbbing little clit. He wondered if they would ever do this again. Probably not, he thought; but if they did, however, he wanted the lights on. He wanted to see her face as she squirmed and came in his face.
Sated, she turned over on her side and lay there, panting like she had sprinted a quarter mile. He lay behind her, his hands on her back and sides, gently rubbing her naked flesh. After a few minutes, she said, "I think I better go to bed, now. I love you, Daddy."
"I love you, Honey," he told her as she felt for his face and then bent over and pecked him on the lips.
After she went upstairs, he masturbated. He couldn't remember having such an intense orgasm since the last time he had sex with his sister, shortly before her marriage. As much as he adored his beautiful wife, Cathy, he had to admit to himself that, even though sex was very, very good between them, it had never matched the passion and excitement of sex with his sister, Jennifer.
*****
Neither Katie nor Jackson alluded to what had occurred between them. A week passed; then two. Jackson felt as though their conversation was not as open as it usually was, but thought that it might just be his imagination. He was feeling some guilt and wondered what her thoughts were. Was it healthy to avoid talking about it? He didn't know.
One night they were watching TV. Jackson was laying on the couch, as he usually did, and Katie was sitting in a recliner. She often would lay down with him, but hadn't done so since what he now thought of as "the incident". Her clothes didn't seem as skimpy around him, either, but he noticed that tonight she was only wearing panties and a tee shirt that didn't quite cover them. So maybe that was his imagination, as well.
"Okay, Daddy, what's up?"
"What do you mean?" he asked, as he muted the TV.
"Something's not right. I just sense that there's tension between us," she said and he could tell that she was on the verge of becoming emotional.
"Well. Should we talk about it?" he asked.
"Yes, Daddy. I want whatever it is out in the open. I don't like this. You're my man. You're my rock. You're my everything, Daddy. We can't have tension between us, right?"
"I just thought it was because of what happened, you know..." he told her, suddenly embarrassed to talk about this.
"Is that bothering you?"
"I...no. It isn't bothering me, and that may be the problem. It should bother me," he told her honestly.
"Daddy, we aren't like other people...right?"
He almost laughed. "Obviously we are not. But what exactly are you saying?"
"I've just always had the feeling that the rules don't apply to us..."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Look, I know the unwritten rules. Everybody with any sense knows the unwritten rules. You're my daddy. I'm your little girl. But we aren't...I don't know how to put it. I've just always had this sense that we just, I don't know, trust each other and just do whatever it takes to comfort each other. No rules. Yeah, I guess it makes no sense when I put it in words," she said glumly.
"Well, it wouldn't make sense to anyone but us, right?" he smiled.
"I've never done that before," she said, glancing at him, then looking down at the floor.
"I assumed you hadn't, Honey. I tried my best to make it special for you."
She laughed, shyly. "I don't think it could possibly have been any better..."
"I'm glad, Honey," he told her as his cock stiffened. How he would love to taste her again!
"Can we do it again?" she asked. Seeing his shocked expression, she said, "I don't mean now. I mean is that something that we just say we can't ever do? Because if we start putting all these arbitrary rules in place, that just takes all the 'special' out of it... I don't know what I'm saying. I'll just shut up. I'm making a fool of myself."
"I see what you mean. I do. Let me just think on it, okay?"
"I'm not a virgin, Daddy," she said, and then burst into tears. She got up and walked over to the couch and sat down in the floor next to him, laying her head on his stomach. He stroked her golden blonde hair and saw the tears in her blue eyes.
"Don't cry, Katie. Why didn't you tell me, Honey?" he whispered as all kinds of unnamed emotions hit him all at once. His little girl was fucking?
"It was awful, Daddy. It was about a year ago. It wasn't good. I never have wanted to do it again. I've thought about telling you several times, but I just couldn't. I can't stand to disappoint you!" she bawled.
She lay down on top of him and he held her while she had a good long cry. "Thank you for being so good to me, Daddy," she sobbed.
"There's nothing you can do to change my love for you, Baby. Do you know that all my love for you and your Mama is now combined into double love for you?"
She nodded. "Yes. I've always known that. My love for you is that way, too. That's why our relationship is so special."
When she seemed to be through crying, he said, "Do you want to talk about it? Is there anything else you want to tell me?"
"That's the only time I ever did it, Daddy. I wish I hadn't. Grandma told me I shouldn't, but I did it anyway. He just wouldn't take no for an answer. He didn't, like, do any foreplay. He just pulled my pants down and shoved it in. I wasn't even ready. He didn't even touch me down there much before he did it. He lasted like 10 seconds. It hurt. It hurt for a week. I don't know if I ever want to have sex again," she told him, her face pressed into his neck. "I broke up with him the next week. I haven't had a boyfriend since and I don't want one."
"That breaks my heart, Honey. But sex is one of the most wonderful things in the world. It just should never happen, in my opinion, unless you really love your partner. One day you'll understand what I'm saying," he whispered as he kissed her forehead.
"Full disclosure, I've done oral on two guys," she stated flatly.
Jackson's cock lurched as he imagined his little girl going down on him. "Okay. But not since this last boyfriend?"
"No. I did it once with John. You remember him? I didn't even like him. Then, Eddie. I guess you figured out it was him that I did it with. I did oral on him a few times."
"You don't have to tell me details, Honey."
She looked up at him. "I don't want to keep anything from you. Even things you don't want to know and don't care about knowing." She lay her head back down and kissed his neck as he hugged her and stroked her back. "I got to where I enjoyed doing it because he liked it so much, but I didn't let him do it in my mouth."
"Katie, you don't have to tell me all this," he laughed nervously.
"I know. But if I ever do that to you, I want you to know what I have and haven't done," she whispered.
"Katie!"
She pushed herself up to a sitting position. "What is so shocking? You did it to me."
Jackson didn't know what to say. Every time he started to say something, he stopped himself.
Katie laughed. "See this is what I'm talking about. We have this unique relationship that defies discussion. I should have told you all that stuff before. I wanted to. I was just scared because I can't stand to disappoint you, Daddy. As far as...as far as what we do, maybe we shouldn't analyze it. Does that make sense?"
"I think we're analyzing it right now."
"I don't want us to have rules for us. That's the only rule I want," she smiled. "But I do want to be more open and honest with you about other things. I promise I will be. I feel a lot better already."
Jackson smiled. "Do you know that you're the most precious person I ever met?"
"Yes. I know that. Of course there's a reason you feel that way, but we don't need to analyze it, right?"
*****
One night about a week later, Jackson had just gone to bed and was reading, as he usually did right before he went to sleep. Katie, uncharacteristically, had been up in her room most of the evening. She sometimes got on her computer, and went to sites like Facebook and other social media apps. She had also gotten interested in genealogy and spent time with online research about their family.
Suddenly she bounded into his room, dressed in a short, sleeveless tee shirt and panties. He wondered if she had any summer sleepwear that covered her panties. He certainly was not complaining. She had the cutest little ass, and her long athletic legs looked great. He had ceased to feel guilty about enjoying the delicious vision of his gorgeous, nearly naked, young daughter. She obviously didn't care.
"I'm sleeping with you tonight," she giggled as she pulled the sheet back and crawled underneath with him.
"It's not storming," he teased.
"I just need my daddy," she smiled as she snuggled up next to him.
He felt his cock rapidly hardening. He reached over and turned the night-light off, but had forgotten to turn the light out in the bathroom. It left them in semi-darkness.
"Want me to get that light?" she offered.
"No, leave it on. I want to see you," he whispered.
"You do?" she smiled. "Why?"
"Because you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen."
"Daddy, I love when you say stuff like that!" she told him. He marveled at her perfectly straight, gleaming white teeth. The combination of her sweet smile, her blue eyes, and blonde hair almost made his heart stop. His daughter or not, this girl was as beautiful as anyone he had ever seen. Even prettier that Jennifer, and that was really saying something.
"Well if a guy can't lie about his daughter's looks..."
She laughed. "I could be ugly as homemade sin, and you would still think I was pretty. You love me. You don't see what others see," she smiled.
"Oh I think I do. You know you're beautiful. But you don't act like it. That is a wonderful thing, Honey. Don't ever act like you're better looking or smarter or better than anyone else."
"Daddy, I love you. Not just because you're my daddy. I love the way you are...you know? You're a good person. You're good to people, even when they don't deserve it. Was Mama that way?" she asked.
"Yes. She was, Honey. I was raised to treat people well and when I met her, I fell in love with her because she had been raised the same way. She had a purer heart than me, though, Katie," he admitted.
"What do you mean by that, Daddy? You've got a pure heart."
"I don't know that I can explain it. Let's put it this way. She never even looked at another man. Know what I mean?"
"You mean, after she met you that she didn't even think about another man being good looking or sexy or imagine..." she smiled.
"Exactly. That's rare. Don't you think?"
"Yes, I know it is. I know I'm not that pure," she admitted.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because I'm wondering if you're going to let me do what you did for me," she whispered, gazing into his eyes. He noticed that she was trembling slightly.
"Katie..."
He couldn't finish his thought because she quickly threw the sheet back and crawled between his legs.
She looked up at his face. "I'm nervous about looking at it because I know it's so big," she whispered.
"It won't bite you," he heard himself say. He should be stopping her! Why was he encouraging her?
She put her hand on it, through his boxer briefs. Looking up at his face, her eyes got big and her mouth opened in surprise. "Daddy, good heavens!"
"Bigger than your boyfriends were?" he smiled. He knew she was in for a big surprise. Not many men were as well-hung as him. When he played sports in high school and took various physical education classes in college, he sometimes had to shower with other guys. He had never encountered anyone that matched his equipment. Except his dad. He had seen his dad's equipment a few times. It was unreal. Jackson estimated that his father was probably 11 inches when erect. Of course he had never seen his erection.
