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I knew my dad was uncomfortable standing in my room with me half dressed, but I also knew that he loved me, and, deep down, wanted me.

I was confident, though. I was ovulating in a couple days, and my mother had given me special hormonal medicine. My body was producing phermones like nothing else.

My skin, my hair, my breath, even my sweat smelled of fertility.

“It’s okay, daddy. We don’t have to do anything. Just lie here with me.”

- prologue-

It began while I was away on a business trip.

My daughter’s boyfriend of a year broke up with her. Apparently she had always denied him sex, telling him she wanted her first time to be special and that she wanted to be sure it was with “the one.” He had repeatedly pressured her for it but Emily (my daughter) didn’t budge. When she promised him a surprise on their first dating anniversary, he assumed she was going to let him hit. What she meant was that she had gotten him the new Call of Duty game he’d been talking about for months. Suffice to say he was dissatisfied, then angry. When he demanded sex point blank and she again refused him, he yelled at her, and the next day the photos she’d sent him of herself in her underwear (fortunately she was smart enough to not send nudes) had been spread to everyone in her grade. Suffice to say, Emily cried a lot that week, and it killed me to not be there for her. Everything I heard I got secondhand from my wife, Mary.

Not knowing how to respond, I simply made sure to text Emily some variation of “Goodnight. I love you! I’m always here to talk.” every night to which she uncharacteristically never responded. I didn’t push it.

I got home Friday night. Mary greeted me with a kiss. She then gave me that “we need to talk” look.

“How is she?” I asked tentatively

“She’s doing better, but it’s been a hard week. She’ll be so happy to see you.”

“That’s an understatement. And I hope so, honey, but I’m not sure what all I can really do.”

“Just… be there for her. I know it might not be the most comfortable thing to talk about, but she needs reassurance and you know how she’s always looked up to you.”

It’s true. She always had. Her first word was “dada,” her first steps were when she saw me come home from work and sprung up to hug my leg, and she’d always referred to me as her hero (and Mary as her role model) to anyone that asked. “I’ll do my best” I said

“Just remember, Emily NEEDS you” Mary said, putting an excessive amount of emphasis on the word. She had a strange, almost mischievous expression on her face that I couldn’t explain. I figured I was reading too much into it and headed upstairs to Emily’s room.

- main story -

I knocked on Emily’s door. “Hi Em, I’m home”

“Dad, you’re home! Come in!” she squealed excitedly.

With that I opened the door and couldn’t believe my eyes. My daughter stood there in nothing but her underwear, a light blue bra and matching panties, both skimpier than anything I even knew she owned. Before I had time to think or stop myself, I’d glanced her up and down.

“Uhh…I can go. Sorry, I didn’t know you were changing” I stammered out, undoubtedly blushing with embarrassment.

“NOO, DADDY! Stay!” Emily cried out, giving me those puppy dog eyes that could get a father to do almost anything. I couldn’t say no to her. Not now especially. She was probably just trying to build back her confidence after her pictures got spread, I reasoned. I’d simply try not to mention it.

“Okay baby. I’ll stay.” I had always used pet names with Em, but somehow it felt a little awkward now given what she was wearing.

“Yay!” She shouted, jumping and clapping her hands. I couldn’t help but notice her small breasts bounce when she did. “I’m sorry I didn’t reply to your texts” she said “It’s just, some conversations have to take place in person, you know?”

“You don’t have to apologize for anything. I know you’ve had a hard time. If anything, I should apologize for not having been here for you. But I’m here now. I hope you can forgive me, and we can talk about it now, or not. Whatever you want.”

“What I want…” she trailed off, biting her lip “is to cuddle like we used to all the time and hear you tell me how I’m the prettiest, smartest, most amazing girl in the world and you love me more than anything.”

“Well you certainly are all those things” I replied “but I’m not so sure about cuddling you in your underwear.”

She hesitated and I somehow knew she was going to ask again. “Please daddy. You’re my rock. Your arms have been my safe place since before I can remember. I’m going through a lot right now and I just really…” she trailed off, looking on the verge on tears

“Don’t cry sweetie” I said. “I’ll just, um, step out and you can…”

“Hold me daddy, just for a second” she breathily interjected over me.

I felt my cock stir. “Oh God not now” I thought, yet at the same time I started walking towards her, as if in a trance. When I got to her, my conscious mind regained control and I attempted to lightly wrap my arms around her without our bodies coming into too much contact. It was for naught. Emily mashed her body up against mine and held me tight. Her head rested on my shoulder. She smelled amazing. Was that perfume? Her stomach pressed right against my crotch, which unfortunately kept on growing with each of my now very rapid heartbeats.

“Devin (her now ex-boyfriend) said the reason I’m not confident enough to get naked is because I’m ugly and I must have weird nipples or something that I’m hiding” she said, unprompted.

“Well you’re not, honey. Devin is just an asshole, and if he didn’t think you were hot he wouldn’t have spent a year trying to convince you to bare it all.” This was such a strange conversation to be having with my daughter, not least of which because her scantily clad body remained glued to me. I felt I was being the voice of reason there and I knew she’d see that when she had more time to process it all.

“But am I sexy, daddy?” she asked. Once again she was calling me daddy, and it felt like the connotation of that word had changed tremendously over the last few minutes.

“Well, um, as your father, I consider you beautiful in a platonic sense.” I answered, my growing bulge betraying me.

“What about as a man?” she said, maintaining eye contact with those gorgeous blue eyes. “Do you find me attractive not as your daughter but as a woman?” As she said that I could have sworn she lightly humped be. She had definitely felt the bulge.

There was no point in lying and my usually quick-witted brain was fuzzy (perhaps because all my blood seemed to be going elsewhere). “Yes, baby. I do.”

She smiled at me. Not her usual innocent happy smile but one that seemed almost…seductive? She ended the hug and began running her hands all over my chest, which was covered by a thin, rather silky dress shirt.

“He also called me a prude” she said. “He said that waiting for the one is ridiculous when sex is enjoyable and not a big deal. I don’t think I’m a prude, do you daddy?”

“It wouldn’t be a bad thing if you were” I retorted, inexplicably finding myself more comfortable in the situation having accepted that my daughter was flirting with me but desperately wanting to de-escalate while I had my senses about me.

“I was only doing what you and mom told me to do. Wait until you find a man who loves you for you, not just for your body. Find someone you truly know and trust to always be there for you. Devin wasn’t that man…” she took a deep inhale that seemed to indicate she would go on.

“No kidding” I said. “You deserve much better”

“Thanks” she said, suddenly springing onto her tiptoes and giving me a quick peck on the lips. The brain fog was back after that. “As I was saying, I think I always knew he wasn’t the one. None of the boys at school are.” She paused again. Was she really going to say what I felt like she was going to say? Did I want her too? My brain was swirling and my body felt paralyzed. “You love me, don’t you, daddy?”

“Of course I do, sweetheart”

“And you’ll always be there for me?”

“Always”

“And I can trust you, you’d never lie to me?”

“Absolutely”

“Daddy, do you think I’m beautiful?”

“Of course I do, sweetie”

“See, if I asked any other guy that, they’d think only about my body, but you think about my soul, my personality, and my body”

“I suppose that’s true. You’ve always been such a sweet girl and truly you grew up to be a wonderful, compassionate young woman. I could not ask for a better daughter.”

She was smiling brightly now, excitement in her face and a dangerous gleam in her eyes. “You think my body’s beautiful too though, don’t you? Remember you just told me you’d never lie to me.”

I was cornered. I was never good at lying, especially not to her, and my body was giving me away anyway. My cheeks were flushed, my body was shaking from internal conflict, and I had an obvious bulge in my pants (there are downsides to being well endowed). “Yes, honey, I do” came my reply.

“Daddy, I think you are ‘the one’ for me. I think I’ve always known. Mommy said I’ve had a crush on you since before I knew what a crush was. You used to have to lock the bathroom door to keep me from following you in there.”

I laughed. It was true. Little Emily had obsessively followed me around from when she learned to walk until probably kindergarten.

“But I’m not that little girl anymore. I’m a woman now…” she continued. “And as I’ve grown, the feelings that I have for you have grown too, they’ve intensified and become more adult also.”

I was screaming internally from a mixture of pleasure, pain, uncertainty, guilt, excitement, and lust. Her normally chipper voice had become downright husky. “Go on” I whispered

“Do you want proof of how intense my feelings for you are?” she asked.

“I think the proof is in your eyes” I told her. My God, she was beautiful

“I do you one better. Close your eyes.” I obeyed, expecting a kiss. “Stick your hands out” she commanded and I obliged. She placed her bra in my right hand and what were unmistakably the wettest panties I’ve ever felt in my left

“Oh my” I exclaimed

“They’re soaked” she said. “For you, only for you. No other guy could ever make my body react the way it does when I think about you. Every boy I meet I compare to you, and…there’s just no comparison!” She was talking quickly and excitedly now. “You’re smarter than they are, stronger than they are, sexier than they are *giggle* and I just know you’d be the perfect lover because, well, you’re the perfect father. You’ve always taken good care of me, and I know you can and will going forward. It’s just…I’ve got a few needs I didn’t have before.”

My erection was fighting an epic battle against my suit pants and belt. My daughter was doing to me with words alone what no amount of foreplay from my wife could ever achieve. The thought of my wife stopped me, cutting through the fog of my mind and bringing me back to instant clarity.

“No, wait! We can’t. Your mother. I couldn’t betray her. I’m sorry. I let this go to far.” I turned to go, dropping my daughter’s undies on the floor.

“Who do you think bought me those sexy panties?” she asked me. I paused. “And the matching bra?”

“Em, you’re not saying your mother encouraged you to do this?”

“She did. And I’m so glad she did because I can tell you have feelings for me too.”

I was stunned. “What?”

“After Devin broke up with me and spread my pictures around the school I was an emotional wreck and rather oversharing. I told mom I’d never be able to find a good man because you were the only man for me. We talked for hours every day after she got back from work. She agreed that I was telling the truth and told me not to feel guilty about my feelings for you. She said that actually this could work out for all of us.”

I was in disbelief. “Work out for all of us?” I asked

“She told me your sex drive is high and hers is low. She told me about how I was an accident when you two were in high school, but that you’d always planned on having more kids eventually, only for her to get ovarian cancer when I was five and lose the ability to have children. But you stayed with her anyway even though you always wanted a huge family because, of course you did. You’re the perfect husband and father.”

Was she going where I thought she was going? It couldn’t be. Did I want it to be? I was shameless staring at my daughter’s naked body now. Who was I kidding? Of course I did!

Emily continued speaking. “And that’s just it, dad, you’re the perfect father. I know because you raised me. Why would I risk giving my kids a bad father, a guy who might leave us, when I could give them you, the best that there is? And why should you and mom live out a life of loneliness, empty nesters at 35 if I were to go off to college, when you’ve always wanted ‘as many as God will give me’ to quote mom quoting you. She wouldn’t be upset at all. In fact, she said she’d love to take an active role in raising her grandkids by having us all under the same roof. She said it would be easier for her if I was a stay at home mother and could take care of the house while you two continued to be breadwinners to support our growing family. It’s perfect, so perfect. Please, daddy will you make our dream come true?”

I answered her with a kiss. Not a fatherly kiss. A deep kiss. A french kiss. Our tongues danced. My hands were all over her pretty young body.

“It’s not fair that I’m naked and you’re not” she said, breathing heavily when we finally ended our make-out session.

“You’re right, baby. Why don’t you come take daddy’s clothes off?”

Emily began slowly unbuttoning my shirt from top to bottom, planting a kiss where each button had been. As she finished the last kiss, she was on her knees, her face directly in front of my crotch. The belt was next. A breathed a sigh of relief as it came off, lessening the pressure on my penis. Emily paused. She looked up, stared me dead in the eyes and said “You don’t know how long I’ve dreamt of seeing this.”

Just like that she unzipped my pants and pulled them down, along with my boxers, in one swift motion. My erection got pulled down in the process and sprung back up, hitting her in the chin. We both laughed. My daughter always had the cutest laugh. And the cutest face. And now the cutest tits and pussy mound too. How different our relationship was from just a few hours ago.

“Do you know what to do with this?” I asked her

“No. Well I’ve tried to learn from the internet but I’ve never done it before and yours is so…HUGE. No way that all fits in my mouth.”

“Just take what you can” I told her. “Go slowly. Bob up and down a little. It may help if you spit on it.” She did just that and began sucking. “Oh Emily!” I moaned. I put my hand on her forehead and lightly pushed her back. I needed to slow her down if I was going to last.

She took my penis out of her mouth and stared up and me. The look of love and concern on her face positively melted my heart. “Did I hurt you, daddy? I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry. I love you and I…” she babbled out, tears welling up in her eyes.

“No, baby. No, not at all. You made your daddy feel so good. I just had to slow you down so I could gain some composure. I want to make our first time together last longer than a minute.”

Emily beamed at me. “I love you!” she blurt out before going right back to slobbing on my knob. Seriously. Who ever would have thought that my little girl, my straight A student who skipped third grade, my princess who used to tell me boys were icky (except for me, of course), the girl whose favorite shirts were turtlenecks, was such a natural born cocksucker.

Soon, I was ready to bust again. “Emily, honey I’m going to cum. Get ready. It’s going to be a lot. Do you want me to take it out or do you want to try to swallow it?”

“Swallow” she answered, or at least that’s what I assume she tried to say. Her mouth was awfully full. I’m above average lengthwise. About 6 and a half inches, but the girth is what really sets me apart. Emily had managed a solid 4 inches and that plus the taboo was more than enough to get me off.

“I’m cummmmmmming!” I moaned, shooting what felt like the biggest load of my life into my daughter’s waiting mouth and down her throat. I heard her start to gag and pulled out, spurting the rest onto her adorable face.

We were both panting hard for a good ten seconds before I broke the silence. “So how was your first time giving a blowjob? It sure felt good to me, but I want to make sure my daughter is enjoying herself too.”

“Oh, it was wonderful!” she exclaimed. “I always wondered what a man’s *giggle* cum tasted like. Well, just yours really.”

“And?” I coaxed her

“It was yummy! Not what I expected, but still really good. I wanted to swallow it all, but there was just so much.”

“You did amazing, sweetie. Keep in mind, I haven’t had sex since before my business trip. Besides, seeing your pretty face coated in my cum feels like such a triumph, like I marked my territory and proved that you’re mine.”

Emily got to her feet all wobbly. Then her legs seemed to give out and she fell towards me. I caught her. “Thanks, daddy. You’re so strong.”

“Em, did you have an orgasm? Just from sucking me off”

“I think so” she said “My whole body shook uncontrollably and I might have squirted a bit on the floor. Don’t worry, I’ll clean it up.”

“First let’s clean you up” I said, wiping my sperm off of her face with a finger and having her suck it off said finger. It was so hot. I began kissing and lightly biting the side of her neck, which seemed to make her knees weak again. My boner had come right back, and I knew just where to put it.

I lifted my daughter up by her ass. She wrapped her shaking legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I carried her over to her bed and gently set her down with her head on the pillows.

“Remember when I used to tuck you in?”

“Uh-huh”

“Times sure have changed”

“Not really, daddy. I still love you. You still love me. This is just an extension of that love, expressed in a more grown up way.”

“You’re so sweet. What did I do to deserve you?”

“You were the best father a girl could ask for”

“Oh, that’s right. I don’t think most people would say I’m a great father after tonight.”

“Well, most people are wrong. They could never understand the love between us. I just feel bad for girls like me who have these feelings and are rejected by their fathers. I’d be heartbroken. You’re my world.”

“And you’re my sunshine. Always will be” I said, idly playing with her nipples. The previously weird mixture of familial and sexual love now seemed the most natural thing on the planet.

Emily interrupted my train of thought. “I’m ready for you, daddy” she whispered “I need you. I’m so horny. Please make love to me.”

In the future, I planned to do more foreplay, touch her body, tease her, maybe put a few fingers in first. But now was not the time. My baby needed me. It was just like her mother had said.

I slowly entered my daughter’s virgin pussy. I put just the tip in. She whimpered. I pulled it out. “No, put it back in daddy!” she cried. And I did, going a quarter inch further in which each slow, controlled stroke. The excitement was getting to her. By the time I reached 3 inches in, she was having an orgasm. The rush that went through her sent a rush through me. But I wasn’t going to get off. Not yet. Emily needed to feel every inch of me. When her orgasm has subsided, I went back at it, now going a little bit faster and still a big deeper over time. “Oh! It’s so big, daddy. How am I supposed to fit it all?” she moaned.

“You’re almost there” I told her. “Only an inch and a half to go.”

“Does my pussy, I mean vagina, feel good, daddy?”

“Yes it does, sweetheart, and it’s okay for you to say pussy in front of me. We’re past that point” We laughed. I always loved her laugh, her joy. If I could be the one to give her such joy, such happiness, love, and pure orgasmic bliss, that couldn’t possibly be wrong. I was just being the best father that I could be. There would be no guilt or shame afterwards.

I made one final push, and got to balls deep. My daughter was moaning so loudly that even with all the windows closed and our closest neighbors some 80 yards away I was afraid that they would hear. “This…is…the…best…night…of…my…life” she growled between sharp gasping breaths.

We were both close. Even with my technique still on the slower softer side befitting a virgin, the intensity was extremely high. I had to pause a few times to hold myself back. I wanted us to cum together. Finally it happened. Her alright tight pussy clenched. We began to squirt, together, the ultimate bond of father and daughter. It just kept going. My daughter’s orgasm was mind bogglingly long, far longer than those her mother had, even when we were teens. Maybe it was just the taboo thrill of it because the load I was depositing in my daughter’s snatch had to be the largest I’d ever shot too.

After that, we both fell asleep, with my cock still inside of her and our combined juices leaking out onto the sheets. When I woke up, Emily was still asleep. She looked so peaceful with her eyes closed. I couldn’t help but think back to when I’d rocked her to sleep as a baby and to when she’d crawl into bed with her mother and I after having a bad dream. This was my baby girl, my sunshine, my everything. She would always be that to me, and that only made the sexual and romantic attraction between us more intense, our love for each other more pure. I smiled softly. Ours was simply the most perfect relationship in the world.

- epilogue-

When Emily finally awoke, she was still in my arms. I had morning wood pressed up against her, but the moment seemed almost too beautiful for sex. There would be plenty of time for that later. She looked at me with her ocean eyes and burst out crying.

“Are you okay?” I asked. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Em gathered herself and replied. “These are tears of joy. I’ve wanted this for so long. Since before I even understood what it meant to want a man. I knew it wasn’t normal. When I looked up my feelings online, the consensus seemed to be that I was a freak and a pervert. I thought I’d never get the chance to love you like this. And now it’s actually happened and it’s like a dream, like the countless dreams I had about you, yet it’s so much better in every way. So to answer your question, I’m not okay. I’m euphoric.”

I kissed my daughter softly, yet passionately. Then we got out of bed. Boy, we had made a mess out of those sheets. The room smelled of sex. We walked out still naked. It’s not like Mary hadn’t heard what we were up to. When she heard us moving, she called up from downstairs.

“Hey you two! Sounded like you had a GREAT night last night. Go get showered off because I’m sure you’re messy. Then come downstairs for breakfast. I’m making you guys pancakes, bacon, and eggs. You need a big breakfast to replenish those calories you burned and keep you going all day. These are Em’s peak fertility days, hon, so you’d better make me a grandmother before the weekend is over!”

Emily giggled. “I have a feeling we succeeded last night.”

How lucky was I? A wife who not only accepted, but encouraged my daughter and I loving each other. A daughter who wanted nothing more than to just love on me and bear my children. Thank God that dumbass Devin was such a jerk.