My Daughter, My Wife

Written by: Hypocrites
Category: Fantasy
Tag(s): Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Death, Dom / sub, Female / Female, First Time, Hardcore, Incest, Male / Females, Male / Teen Female, Masturbation, Older Male / Female, Swallow, Teen, Virginity, Wife, Young



FOREWORD

Another perverted and sick foray into the dark recesses of my hypocritical heart. Warning, heavy parts are in the story. Feel free to skip those. Oh yeah, DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME! You will go to Hell via prison.

In previous attempts, I always tried for a good story with a liberal dosing of eroticism and sexual deviancy. I am a 40 year monogamously married man who never even pondered any of the things I have written about (except for some of my long gone true stories). I certainly have never been aroused by a daughter, sibling or any relative. So I had no idea where these fantasies were coming from until recently.

There have been events in my past that planted some dark seed that cropped up again as I aged. Recent dealings with death and dementia in my family peeled the layers off of my stoic onion and memories have revived. While not particularly haunting or troubling, it explains where the salaciousness came from. So bear with me as I spill this self indulgent and cathartic story.

I was not the same person I was then, an atheistic amoral man that reveled in bedding beautiful women of all statures, broad age ranges and many races. Not what I am now. But I remember my first, some of their firsts and developing into the kind of lover that could ruin them. It was a cruel intention and evil pride to believe that after me, no matter who they landed with they'd never be as satisfied as when with me. Ego? Arrogance? Sure. Now, I have forty years of doing that with one woman and happily remaining faithful to her. I'm just an old hypocrite that wants to relive my sordid past by spewing out the filth below. Maybe I need a couch.

The "daughter" in my story is inspired by a diminutive but perfectly sculpted lover of mine, decades ago and an amalgamation of others thrown in for good measure. While I was never blonde, nor Nordic, our protagonist is a reasonable facsimile for me. At least as I used to be. Oh yeah, this is a long one. You've been warned.

INTRODUCTION

As she climbed down the stairs of the commuter plane, she was the most beautiful and sexually attractive woman I had ever seen. Her waist length strawberry blonde hair, now frosted by the same sun that kissed her flawless shoulders, blew and swam around her head like molten metal. She was petite at 4'10" but perfectly sculpted, her golden thighs were full and well toned from years on the tennis court and cross-country runs. They tapered into well defined calves and ended in perfectly kept feet, a glint of gold around her left ankle finished the incredibly sexy picture.

The white, short hemmed sundress hugged her flat stomach only to cling to her B-cup breasts. The sudden warmth of the sun caused her small nipples to push against the sheer linen. The spaghetti straps stood in contrast to her athletic but purely feminine shoulders, the same golden tan as those mouth watering legs. As she turned to receive her travel duffle from the pilot her equine buttocks rippled under the ruffled skirt. I didn't notice any panty marks and wondered perversely rather she wore a thong or was naked below that light and airy dress.

I waited patiently for my passenger by my Cessna 140 only to be immediately melted by full and perpetually moist lips spread to expose a brilliant smile. Her extra large eyes shimmered in their pale blue looking more silver as her pupils contracted under the brightness. The sexiest and most smoothly tapered face shined as her slender neck turned so she could say a quick "thank you" to the commuter pilot. I couldn't help but feel a stirring as she turned back and started to walk toward me across the tarmac. Yes, she was the most beautiful, sexy and erotic vision I had ever seen. But there was a problem. She was also my daughter.

MOIRA

I met her mother while with the State Department. She was the Irish equivalent of my position having come out of R&D in their defense ministry. She was barely 5' and had straight red hair that hung past her heart shaped ass. She had a flawless and milk white skin with a mist of freckles across her shoulders that served to accentuate the gentle curve of her shoulders and the dip of her collar bone. She may have come in at a buck five if fully clothed and soaking wet. Her slender build made every inch of her tiny stature looked like a Michelangelo marble.

We hit it off and after a week of working together we did a pub crawl together and became as horny as intoxicated. She verily dragged me to her townhouse and we weren't past her entrance before her coat dropped and her rain soaked hair clung to her creamy skin as she dropped her gown. I was still fully dressed as she jumped into my arms and pressed her pebble hard nipples into my coarse pea coat. My 6'2" inch Nordic frame ached for the contact with this small naked nymph that had wrapped her legs around my waist.

I've always been a commanding lover, always in control, seeking my pleasure in torturing my conquests with orgasm after orgasm until they were crying and beating against my shoulders. But I was frozen as she slithered back to her feet and started to peel my coat, shirt and pants into a pile at my feet. She was shivering, rather from cold or arousal I wasn't sure but her pale skin was sandpapered with goose bumps. As she pulled the waist of my boxers from my waist and pulled them down my legs, her face brushed my dripping hard on. It was like a TENS shocked me from head to toe with the incidental contact.

Her own blue eyes widened as she took me in. My raging erection glistened from the precum that smeared around the tip and crown. An obscene drop clung to the eye, threatening to drop to the oaken floor. It was like I was enchanted, I literally couldn't move beyond the shudder that rattled my entire frame when her slender fingers gently encircled my girth. She couldn't close her grip on my cock and my knees nearly buckled when she leaned forward to stretch her lips over the tip. She struggled to get past the corona, mouthing me and tonguing the eye as she did. I was gone. I bellowed before the first pent up surge blasted her throat causing her to choke and sputter. The smattering of cum speckled my pubic hair and splattered her lips before she yanked free.

She dropped to her knees and looked up and into my face while ropes of viscous cum splashed and poured onto her face, throat and pert B-cup tits. She laughed in delight as I couldn't stop pouring my seed onto her and into her hair. She stuck out her tongue and milked the last weak surges into her mouth before grinning and swallowing with an exaggerated gulp. My paralysis ceased.

I snatched her to her feet and grabbed her up before bounding up her stairs. I "threw" her onto her bed and dove into her well coiffed sex. She cried out with a strange laugh/sob as my tongue forced its way into her impossibly tight cunt. She was already dripping in arousal. I could barely stay attached as her pelvis bounded violently atop her duvet. I took my revenge as I pushed her past first one convulsive climax and kept going until she was sobbing past a third and fourth climax. She was actually crying but bore a broad smile as she begged me to stop.

My erection had returned with a vengeance and I couldn't wait to ruin this tiny sex pot. I pushed up to kiss her, not even minding my own taste as her own was given back to her. I stopped briefly after I lifted up and looked down. My nuts sat against her inflamed labia but my shaft excluded her entire pudenda. The head of my cock smeared precum as it slid around above her navel. I've never fucked anyone that I didn't bottom out against their cervix to then push past and into their wombs if they were experienced. Most times I shoved their uterus around in the pelvic girdle. She understood and made eye contact, "Fuck me! Ruin me you bastard!"

I slid down and seated the dripping tip of my throbbing erection against her inflamed and soaking cunt. She writhed, groaned and thrashed her head side to side as I pressed my slow, arduous attack. Her vaginal walls squeezed almost painfully at times as my glans felt every ripple, every ridge on the way to the prize awaiting beyond her cervix. She grunted like she had been punched when I pushed firmly into her womb's entrance. She sighed before wrapping her legs around my waist and clawing at my back only to gasp as I pushed the last quarter of my length inside her. The tell tale bump in her lower abdomen told of her uterine displacement and I could feel blood from her nails as she dug into my back.

"Do it! Tear me open!" she shouted. I pulled about half way out and slammed into her. Her neck arched and her head flew back, veins prominent in her throat as she sobbed out her pain and arousal. It was only by having my previous spilling that allowed me more than a few strokes. But even with that, it was only a few minutes before I seated against the opening of her womb and poured a scalding load into her. She cried out and raised up to bite into my shoulder as I crushed her under me and grunted through my seeding. I collapsed on top of her, our sweaty bodies slippery against each other. We slept.

That night, we fucked until we were both too raw and chafed to even try again. Neither of us held any illusions of our going past our assignment together, we were from two different worlds, two different interests for our respective missions. But those last three weeks were an amazing and continuous debauchery.

ERIN

I was back in the Beltway about three months before I got the late night call from Moira. She had been crying, that much was obvious. It had to be early morning where she was since this was just past midnight for me as she spoke haltingly between sniffles. She was pregnant. She made it clear she didn't want anything from me but was keeping the baby. She sobbed into the phone when I told her I was coming to marry her and bring her home.

I flew to Ireland and we married. I had to retire early since she was a foreign national and even though we had cooperated officially. By the time Erin was born, I was eligible to bid for contracts and we began our intelligence and policy think tank. Erin came in at just over six pounds, perfect in every way her large blue eyes told of her intelligence.

We had relocated to a hundred acre and wooded plot in the foothills. It was the find of a lifetime with a 4200'[sup]2[/sup] log home with gorgeous timber beams, posts and railings. Its massive roof was covered with solar panels and a wind generator. The water was delicious coming from a subterranean mountain spring. With my background I found it a great place. Highly defensible but more importantly, actually comfortable if power should be lost. The bonus was, it came with a solar screened natatorium with a salt water pool and creeks into the woods that allowed Erin to explore and play in the most beautiful outdoors.

As she grew, on the small side of all her development benchmarks, her genius became more and more apparent. We ended up placing her in accelerated learning private schools just to keep her challenged. The main issue is our days were so long on school days. The winding road into "town" took almost two hours so we made sure to schedule grocery runs, hardware runs, business, et al on one or of the three day week on location. At least, two days of the week were online labs so we had a small respite in our exhausting schedules. This was a cost of living in our "remote" paradise and we were wearied. At least Erin could nap going in or driving home.

Motivated by sustainability, I had the back pasture graded, a T-Hanger built and found a solid J3 to commute to the FBO "in town". We parked a beater at the little airport and began commuting that way. That shaved our morning and evening trips to 30 minutes. It's amazing how traveling in a straight line at 90 mph (yes, the Cub had mph instead of knots) can simplify a commute.

MENSA came knocking and she was enrolled, and finished high school by 14, WITH 24 dual credit hours. She loved cross-country running and trained on our hillsides. Tennis was her favorite and she was brilliant at it, making up for her small stature with speed and agility. She'd spend hours just swimming laps and her physique became like an ancient Greek ideal.

Erin was recruited with a double scholarship offer, scholastic and athletic, From MIT and Embrey-Riddle. She loved the physics and engineering and my sister lived in Tucson so she accepted the Embrey-Riddle. After all, she was starting college at 14 and having a support system built in sweetened the offer. We felt better knowing that family would watch over her and care for her while she was there.

BEGINNING OF THE END

Now Moira and I had built a lucrative consultation business with both Federal and "friendly" foreign government contracts. There was a surprisingly large income stream from contractors doing business with those entities. The property was free and clear, we had a sizable account and Erin was on her way to a double major graduation, suma cum laude. The Summer before Erin's return to Tucson for her junior year, we had a celebratory vacation to Fiji.

We had been trying to give Erin a sister or brother. We tried and we tried which was amazing and fun; but honestly being North of 40 years old I finally thought we were facing the typical difficulty that came to so many as they entered their fourth decade. We relaxed about it. We were both incredibly conditioned and we were healthy so if it happened that would be great. If it didn't, we had a jewel in Erin already and she was turning out so beautiful and successful.

It was on our vacation Fiji that Moira and I were outside our over water bungalow under a full moon enjoying some fru fru drinks and lounging in the crystalline calm water by our "hut". Erin was dead asleep inside after a long day frolicking in the sun and surf and our exhaustion was actually a "good tired" in that, with the idyllic paradise that surrounded us with its blue lunar glow, made us hornier than we'd been in a while. And that was saying something. That little wife of mine was always choking on, dropping herself on or begging to have her guts reamed by my disproportionately large hard on not even beginning to contemplate the times I'd toss her onto a kitchen table or couch, eat her to begging for relief and just fucking her like the madonna whore she was. It wasn't like we weren't constantly aroused and fucking already.

This night, we were reclining on teak lounge chairs, submerged in the shallow waters outside of our elevated hut. We were enjoying just being with each other, feeling the effects of our drinks and just admiring the diamonds dancing on the ripples that stretched out toward the endless horizon. A fragrant breeze wafted over us and Moira stretched like a cat, arching her back and straining the fabric of her French cut one piece. Her display showed her hypersensitive nipples. The wet fabric shined as they strained against the sheer Lycra and a sliver of light from the lunar brilliance outlined their pronounced hardening. I lurched as more of my blood supply was suddenly diverted to my growing manhood.

Silently, Moira appeared beside me like a siren intent on seducing her sailor victim. After almost 16 years together, she could still paralyze me with her gaze. It was a strange feeling as I so often initiated our fucking with aggressive mouth work and man handling. Sometimes we made deep and slow love but, often as not, I'd ravish her after torturing her with orgasms and erotically painful stimulation. Yet there were these times, she would enchant me like she did the first time we were together. I watched adoringly as she slid silently over my lounge, her shapely but petite legs straining to straddle the width. She leaned forward, her long hair shimmering in the moonlight and tantalizing my nipples, before she slithered up my chest and locked her moist and shining lips over mine.

I had been sporting a semi just being with her there but I went to such an angry and sudden erection I got dizzy. Moira broke our kiss long enough to reach down and free my throbbing shaft from its painful restraint before settling on it, the gusset of her suit wedging between her soaking cunt lips. She bent forward and gave a long languid lick of each nipple before engulfing my mouth and sucking my tongue into hers. I could feel the surges of precum as she slid back and forth along my length during her assault on my lips; even in the warm waters. She sat upright long enough to drop her shoulder straps and exposing her glowing white tits to the moonlight. My hands slid up her sides until my calloused thumbs raked across her amazing nipples. She clamped her hands over her mouth as she squealed into them and I could feel her cunt convulse, "kissing" my dripping glans.

Without a word, she raised up, slid the gusset of her suit to the side and seated the tip of my dripping manhood at her own slick opening. Both were above the water as she started the slow and arduous journey downward, straining and whimpering as I slowly stretched her open. Moira, as active as we were and having had our daughter, was still tighter than the couple of virgins I had bedded in my past. As her cervix pressed into the tip I was waiting for her grind and the tell tale bulge that was a massive turn on for me.

That settling grind never came though. Instead she gyrated as she moaned softly and shuddered. Moira strained to lift up, her labia stretching tissue thin as she did before gyrating down again, causing her womb's entrance to "kiss" and mouth my precum streaming dick; sucking the fluids into her womb. She was whipping her hair back and forth, clamping her hands over her mouth when she couldn't help but cry out. I was pinching and pulling her hypersensitive nipples, occasionally straining my neck to lift up for a sucking and nibbling assault. Moira's nervous system was always hair trigger, probably because she was a redhead.

As the water rippled and lapped between us Moira's oh so tight twat started to ripple and became molten. She looked down at me with crazed eyes while her body was being racked with a violent climax. I was afraid her sobs and grunts were going to wake someone. She pressed down hard while her spasming cervix suckled at the sensitive tip of my precum flowing cock. Moira threw herself forward, muffling a scream by biting into my shoulder. I groaned as there was sudden painful "snap" and she crashed into my pubes. My cock felt like a rubber band had snapped tight behind the crown. Her vaginal rings kept undulating along my length as she was coming down, causing me to press up hard while my urethra burnt with a backup of my thick cum.

It felt like passing a needle as what had to be a hair thin stream of semen was injected into her lurching womb at high velocity. I clenched my teeth as I held Moira to my chest while stinging surges of my spend continued. I still ached from a full urethra but eventually the surges and twitching slowed. I attempted to lift Moira's wet and limp form from my cock, but it would not go down. She sobbed in pain as I tried to pull my crown through her womb's muscled entrance, hanging up like a kid with his head through a picket fence. I relaxed and let her back down while she groaned and gave her a second. She nodded against my shoulder and tried again. Moira sobbed out loud as I strained against the entrapment. I relented again and felt another shudder in my balls.

I began short stroking, pulling back until she complained and jammed hard back in, smashing my roiling balls back into her mons. I stood up, my wife impaled like an insect on an entomologist's pin and turned around where she was pressed down into the lounge. I began pounding her inflamed and raw sex like a man possessed. Her back was arched and her tantalizing nipples gleamed in the moonlight. Her eyes were clamped shut and sobs peppered with guttural laughs and grunts passed through those moist lips. The water splashed and slapped at our naked bodies and, though I had just had a frustratingly difficult cum, another came quickly and I seated hard against her swollen cunt lips and clenched my teeth as another burning cum pushed through the strangled eye of my cock. Like the former spend, this too burned and ceased with painful back pressure remaining.

Finally my cock became less rigid and I pulled quickly from Moira's exhausted body. She was too tired to cry out and simply whimpered as I hung up, strained against and finally ripped free of her womb's entrance. My pelvis lifted clear of hers and my still full thickness sprung upwards, lashing Moira's belly, tits, throat and face in a huge forceful surge. She gasped and sobbed quietly, writhing like I had whipped her. I stood upright as she turned her face toward me and cascade after cascade on pent up goo poured into her hair, across her face and finally pouring onto her shoulders, tits and into the water.

She was so exhausted and ravaged that she moaned painfully when I lifted her wet, naked and semen coated to carry her inside our bungalow. I didn't bother pulling my trunks back on and silvery strings of cum dripped in the water as I waded over to the stairs. I laid her as gently as I could on our plush bed, not even bothering to pull her straps back up or wipe the obscene splatters and congealing ropes from her face and tits. I felt another twitch as I studied her limp form and the incredibly obscene yet beautiful image is burned into my memory. Yet I soon joined her and was quickly asleep.

She missed her next period!

About halfway through Erin's Fall/Winter semester, Moira started experiencing a tearing pain in her abdomen and we miscarried. We cried over the death of our 3 month term baby. It would have been another girl. But at least, whatever went wrong to kill our baby, would be over now, or so I thought. We were told that tissue and bleeding discharge would be normal for the first few days or week. But it didn't stop. The gynecologist, after scoping the uterus said they need to do an exploratory arthroscope to see what was going on. That trip ended up in an emergency hysterectomy.

There was abnormal adhesions, tumors in the uterine wall and the ovaries were consolidated, unrecognizable for the tumorous mass surrounding them. It was a miracle she ovulated at all. The lining to her abdomen, pelvic girdle and some of her intestine were covered in cancerous tissue. What we found out was she had had ovarian cancer for a long time and it exploded with the estrogen dump from the pregnancy. All of this had probably been cooking since she was exposed to God knows what during her time with the weapons R&D in Ireland. There was nothing we could do.

I took her home a few days later and we continued to grieve, drinking ourselves to unconsciousness to wake up and start all over again. When our grief turned to just being with one another, doing what limited things we could to share affection and have a modicum of erotic loving. She grieved the most over not seeing Erin marry but it seemed she was almost as grieved over depriving me of my wife and lover. I was grieving over losing the love of my life, Erin losing her mother and both of us in an house void of her laughter and life.

But Moira was brave and she was frightened what the news would do to Erin's promising career and education. She swore me to secrecy at least until next summer. I had to act "normal" when my daughter came home over Christmas and Spring Break? Thankfully the surgery provided a few months of relief so palliative care didn't start until April and my heart broke as I saw my beautiful wife begin to waste.

By the time Erin's junior year ended, Moira was down to 85#. Though Moira was constantly positive, beautiful and even comforting when she was one sick; her state would be obvious when Erin hit the door.

ANGER, DYING, DEATH

We spent that first week just holding one another, crying and telling Moira how much we loved her and she'd tell us. Telling Erin and then this, would be the third worst week of my life. We decide to build some last memories and while Moira was needing help and taking an increasing amount of morphine weekly, we spent nearly three weeks in Yosemite, Moira's favorite place after I took her 17 years ago.

While Erin was positive and acting joyful, spending every precious moment with her mom, she would barely look at me. Moira was asleep and Erin was sitting by the pool just staring at the illuminated water. I had gotten up to pour a whisky and looked out through the picture window, studying my daughter's stillness. I had to say something.

Erin was in pajamas and robe, ankles and arms crossed, barely blinking. She acted like she didn't even know I was there when I came out. "Erin honey?"

Erin jumped as I intruded on her thoughts, "Not now dad," she said softly.

"Erin, I..." she snapped to look at me with such vitriol that it felt like an ice pick was going into my heart.

"I SAID," she hissed before stopping to take a deep breath, "Dad, I don't want to talk." Her expression softened slightly when she saw my anguish, "not yet." I nodded and left her to her thoughts.

As August began, Moira was very weak, we had to help her do almost everything. I would make her luxurious baths and though she was ashamed of her skeletal appearance, she'd lay her face into my hand as I gently washed her and her hair. As weak as she was, her grip was startling when she'd take my hand and squeeze it, holding it to the center of her chest as she kissed my forearm. I'd silently weep behind her but I was grateful for these times. She had noticed Erin's distance and I was hurt that she had. She pulled my hands to her lips and kissed the palm, "She DOES love you, you know." I nodded silently behind her. Her voice quavered with effort, "She blames you for not telling her, she feels betrayed... that's my fault."

"Moira, please don't blame..." I was hushed.

"It's okay," she sighed, "I told her everything and how you promised me 'UNDER PAIN OF DEATH," she chuckled painfully, "It will take time honey, she loves you so much. She will remember that before too long."

"Promise?" I smiled as I leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

Her hand slid around my neck and pulled my mouth down to hers, kissing me tenderly, "Promise."

I gave Erin her space but made sure to smile at her every time she caught my eye. We bumped into each other in the kitchen and she stopped, looked up into my face and stroked my arm softly before welling up with tears and running out. Moira had said she wanted some time for girl talk and I saw her and Erin sitting in the den, sharing wine and speaking in hushed tones. I picked up the whisky I just poured and stepped in. "Oh honey," Moira said, her voice lilting, "It's just us girls tonight, okay?" I smiled and nodded and Erin smiled a respectful smile back as I turned to leave.

There was a knock on the office door and Erin peaked in, "Dad? I think mom wants to go to bed." I immediately stood up and Erin flashed a small, quick smile. "'Night daddy, I love you."

"I lov..." but she was gone. I went back to the den where Moira was waiting, looking actually bright eyed. She smiled and leaned her head into my chest with a quick kiss; even though even lifting her head had become painful. Her hands clamped behind my neck and we went upstairs to bed.

Before the "girls' nights" Erin had insisted she was done, she wasn't leaving her mom. That talked lessened after the first few nights. Then the night before I was going to drive Moira and Erin to our little airport, I heard their talking out in the natatorium as their voices made their way through the screened door. I could see the new bottle of wine was mostly gone and I wondered just how good my 60# wife was feeling.

Their laughter caught my attention and I lost my fight with my whisky numbed conscience and thought I'd stand in the darkened living room and listen. They had pushed the two lounge chairs together and they were leaning together as they talked and giggled. I felt good and grateful for even these small moments of happiness.

Then, too soon it was time to send Erin back. She and her mom hugged each other for a long time. I think Erin knew this was the last time she would see her mom.

That night, I startled awake as I had a dream of mine and Moira's lovemaking in the night time waters of Fiji. As I came to, I realized first I had a massive erection and was cumming, "Wet dream," was my first thought. Moira had managed to work her head onto my lower abdomen and had been mouthing at my dripping head and stroking the bottom of the shaft with an emaciated hand. I groaned loudly and placed my hand on the side of her head to stroke her hair as I splattered her face hair and my hand with my semen.

Moira squealed and giggled softly as the oozing cock slowed its spurting. "I missed that," she whispered and then struggled to come up to me. I helped her and brought her back up to her pillow. I was so ashamed I began sobbing. "Sh, sh, shshsh," she smiled up at me. I looked down at her as an absolute self loathing and affection fought for supremacy. But when I looked down at her, her normally chapped lips were glossy and though she was terribly emaciated, her face was still remarkably beautiful, sharp edges and all. She pulled her mouth into a smile and said, "Kiss me." I did, the love I felt for my wife at that point was unbearable. Twangs of shame still boiled up and I'd hate myself for what I did and then she whispered, "Promise me something?" I nodded as I looked down at her. "Don't neglect yourself." I opened my mouth and she shook her head, "Please, please, please," she sniffled, "don't forget loving me, but seek out a good woman as soon as you're able. Promise?"

I started shaking my head, "Moira, I... I just don't..."

"I know sweetie, but you will. And you need to, to live for Erin." I started to answer and she kept going, "It's been so long for you and thank you for loving me, but please get out, don't just survive. That will hurt Erin more than anything else."

I stroked the side of her hair, "I promise."

Moira had a really bad week after Erin left. But in the second week she seemed to feel a lot better. She was awakening early and though she needed help to go anywhere, she stayed alert until bedtime. That third week she felt good enough for me to take her out to dinner. It had been close to two years since she flew with me, and she was overjoyed.

The J3 was fun and inexpensive but the only instrumentation it had would tell you how high, "fast" and roughly which direction you were headed. Any visibility issues and we were driving into town. So I had bought a solid Cessna 140 with some basic navigation instruments as well as an after market GPS. And Moira wanted a ride around sunset. The Cessna's bare metal shine reflected the town's lights off the bottom of her wings, and the smile never left Moira as she looked down at the city's lights.

I lifted Moira from the plane and she clung to my neck, she was talking softly but without quaver. Her lilting Irish brogue was music to my ears. I started her bath as she sat smiling at me and said, "Oh sweetie, let's not. Take me down to the Jacuzzi and let's drink wine together. It was a crisp October Friday night and steam wafted from the pools' surface as I carried Moira down. Her one piece barely hung on her and she convinced me to leave it so I wrapped her in a towel.

She hadn't complained at all with either the lifting, carrying or slow immersion in the heated, bubbling water. I settled next to her and handed her a Solo cup with her wine in it. She acted like she was having no pain and was truly enjoying herself as we reminisced, joked and talked about how proud of Erin we both were. We were so comfortable between the wine, steaming effervescence and cuddling, I went to sleep.

I awoke and felt Moira's slight weight against my chest. I smiled and stroked the coolness of her shoulder and went to lift her out for bed. She was gone. She died in my arms and was frozen there, inflexible. Somewhere deep inside, a disembodied wail forced its way up and out to echo against the foot hills next to us.

I sat, crying and kissing her motionless head, "Oh Moira," I sniffled, "rest now sweetheart." I disentangled myself and called hospice, funeral home and then I called my sister's house. It was about

"Hello?" My sister answered sleepily.

"Connie? I need to talk to Erin." She stifled a sob and went silent but I listened as she walked down the hall, I heard her quiet knock and Erin's

groggy response. I listened in dread as the door knob turned and then my sister's soft voice, "Erin sweetie, it's your dad." She screamed.

A LAST GOODBYE

Erin and my sister pulled up inside of 16 hours, they must have driven straight through. We all came together in the foyer and just held each other for the longest. When we had sort of cried ourselves out, Erin looked up with her beautiful and teary eyes, "Daddy? I want to see mom."

I just stared as I processed what she was asking, "Erin, honey, she's not ready for us."

"I don't care," she snapped her teeth, "I-want-to-see-her!" She broke down sobbing again.

My sister caught my eye and nodded while signaling to Erin. "Of course sweetie, let me get the plane ready."

My sister took my hand briefly and as I paused she said, "I'll call the home and let them know to stay open late." I nodded and grabbed a jacket to head out to the hangar. What I didn't know was she let them know what was coming and they told her they'd make it as nice as possible.

My dearest wife was lain out in a coffin with her face made up to look as nice as she could. She hadn't been embalmed nor dressed but a white satin sheet with a lace edge had been smoothed over her, ending just below her chin. She still looked dead, but pleasantly at rest and that's what Erin needed. She leaned down and kissed her mother softly and then walked out saying, "I'm ready, let's go," she was mechanical in her words over her shoulder.

I spoke a little on the drive back to the FBO but Erin stared straight ahead without a word. We parked in the lot and then walked out to the tie down area. I opened her door and went to help her up and she jerked her arm away. She stopped, stroked my forearm and looked sweetly at me before climbing in. "Okay sweetie," I said quietly; understanding her need to be alone with her thoughts.

I did a quick "second flight" walk around, climbed in and started the Continental. Erin just looked out the side during the entire trip. The sun had set but there was still orange on the horizon and the solar lights marked the grass runway. But this was not a good night landing environment, possible but tricky; so maybe another fifteen minutes and we'd have to fly back in. We dodged a bullet.

It was already Thanksgiving break by the time my in-laws flew in from Ireland. They hadn't seen Erin since fourth grade and were both impressed with the athletic young woman she had grown into and awed by her stature being even shorter than her mom's. Erin was happy to see them but the pall of the pending funeral flavored the otherwise happy gathering.

Our parents, my sister's and I had died right after one another about 6 years ago. Erin had known them better but was accustomed to their being gone. So Moira's parents, my sister and I, Erin and some of her high school friends and even a few DoD colleagues made the funeral. It was at the reception that I saw an old State Department friend who had lost his wife suddenly a couple of years ago. He was supportive just standing with me and handing me the occasional tumbler with a couple fingers' worth of whisky.

I turned to him, numb from my grieving these last couple of weeks and considered his strength. "How?"

"How what brother?" He smiled sympathetically.

"How do you do it? How do you get over your wife's death?" I choked on those last two words.

My friend placed a strong and reassuring hand on my shoulder, "I don't man. You won't either. You'll get used to it." It made sense and it gave me a practical benchmark to work toward. So I quit trying to sort her loss out and to rationalize my grief, or Erin's.

I pulled in late after the long drive to take Moira's folks back to the commuter flight.

CONNIE, ERIN & ALONE

Erin and Connie, my sister, were up drinking a night time toddy and talking at the breakfast bar. The can lights over head created a halo around both women as the warm light reflected off their shining hair. Erin was wearing a clinging satin slip/night dress, and her calves flexed as she sat her tiptoes on the foot rest of the bar stool. My sister was wearing her slippery pajama shorts and night shirt. Both looked up and even Erin smiled slightly. They worked on finishing their hot cocktails as I sipped on a substantial pour of my own, sitting at the end of the breakfast bar. Connie stretched as she collected the empty glass from Erin along with hers and put them in the dishwasher.

Connie was still beautiful and her full breasts stood high on her chest and her nipples reacted to the slippery fabric rubbing her as she walked. Her full blonde hair bounced on her satin covered shoulders. I thought warmly and fondly about her asking me to be her "date", really a chaperone/bodyguard, for her senior graduation camping trip to the desert.

One of her friends brought his guitar and others brought liquor and beer. One dude, a Havasupai and football player, brought some peyote. We all had a large time. Connie's tent and mine faced each other, just outside of the glow from the fire pit. We were so high and danced under the Milky Way, so bright in the Arizona desert night. It was Summer but nighttime in the desert was chili.

It was around three when connie unzipped and ducked into my tent. She was cold. I opened my oversized sleeping bag and she slipped in wearing her oversized t-shirt. She snuggled next to me in my briefs and I zipped us up. We talked for a while, too nervous from being bound together as we warmed one another. Our closeness, as siblings and best friends along with physically as our semi-nude bodies pressed together. Our love for one another, her beauty and the peyote after glow conspired against us. I took her virginity that night.

The next morning as a bunch of hungover young adults came crawling out into the chili dawn and coffee was made. Connie and I opened our eyes painfully to the growing dawn. Connie and I talked as we broke camp, we loved each other dearly and neither of us were sorry. But we also knew it couldn't continue and we swore it was a one time deal and we went about our lives, had our families and kept our promise. That was when I was brought back to the present by Erin's voice, "Daddy, we're going to bed," and she touched my arm but avoided the kiss.

The busyness of the funeral planning and guests had kept me distracted. Now I was alone with my thoughts and lie awake in the dark and silent house. For the first time in my life I felt the pangs of loneliness. Sleep wouldn't come so I wasn't startled when the soft knock came to my bedroom door but I was jarred from my frenetic thoughts. At first I thought it was Erin but Connie's muffled voice came through the door. "You awake?"

"Yeah, you?", it reminded me of our nighttime talks through the registry between our childhood rooms.

"You okay?" And I stayed silent for a few seconds until she warned, "I'm coming in."

The yellow light from the stair landing highlighted her fit and tall shape. She walked in and closed the door but kept her distance. "You okay? I'm worried."

"No, not really. But I'll make it." I was too numb to even get emotional.

"Can I sit with you?" She didn't wait for an answer before she sat down on the right side of the bed, Moira's side. My breath caught in my throat. Moira's absence crashed back in on me but I managed to sit up against the headboard while she fluffed the pillows on her side and sat next to me, our arms touching.

She took my hand in hers and held it in her lap, gently rubbing as she laid her head on my shoulder. Connie was a long legged 5'8" and even though she was nearly forty, her D cup tits hung proudly from her alabaster chest and even in the dim glow from under the door, her nipples pushed against the satin night shirt. I figured it was how cool I kept my room and as we talked she laid her head on my shoulder. We talked about her divorce the year Erin came to stay with her. Her sons had married and were off making their way and Erin came just at the right time for her "empty nest" problem.

We could always tell each other anything and I shared the last year with her, how distant Erin had been and promises made to Moira. I shared how my normal stoicism collapsed under the weight of watching Moira die and how much I had drank in self pity as she wasted. She squeezed my hand in her lap as she took her left hand and stroked the beard I had grown over the last several months, while she looked up at me.

I looked down into her sympathetic and sad eyes and she lifted her head, kissing me softly. I stroked the side of her face, "Connie, I... I can't, we can't." She nodded slowly and slid her thumb across my lips and brushed my mustache off of them. She hugged me, pressing the side of her face into my chest hair. Then she swung her long and exquisite legs over the edge and stood before turning to face me. "Good night Connie, thank you." She smiled lovingly and nodded slowly while she looked down at me.

But instead of turning to leave, she started to slowly unbutton her night shirt, never breaking her gaze. Her soft smile lessened only slightly and her moist full lips parted slightly as she sighed and tilted her beautiful face to the side. "Connie! Noooo!" It came out as a groan.

She opened her shirt and her beautiful, perfect tits swayed when she leaned forward. She held my face captive in her hands to kiss me wetly, the fragrant taste of mint on her breath. "Be still big brother, you need this and I want this. No I need it too," came her sultry and liquid reply.

"Connie..." my voice croaked, "it's too soon and we swore we'd never..." She silenced me with another kiss, bending at the waist and peeling the satin from her shoulders. I felt betrayed by my own body when blood began to fill my ever growing hard on.

She broke our lingering and erotically charged kiss long enough to peel her satin shorts over her firm and heart shaped ass. Her white and unmarred skin glowed in the near darkness and I couldn't help but involuntary flex my now full erection as I saw her sex clean and bald. Though she had been married and born a son, her strong Nordic heritage showed no signs of her pregnancy and her vulva kept her labia concealed, just a glistening hint of their presence was visible. I closed my eyes, wondering why I didn't just get up and leave.

Connie's statuesque form with its white and unmarred complexion, glowed in the dim light. She looked down at me as she stepped onto the bed with one knee while standing on the floor with her other foot. The geo-thermal heating kept the house toasty despite the freezing outside. But I kept my room cooler and my cock jumped as I saw her pronounced nipples tighten and the goose flesh as she came fully onto the bed and paused, raised on her knees and looking sweetly down at me. I began shaking my head in silent protest, ashamed of my arousal at the prospect of fucking my own flesh and blood. Yet I still peeled away the sheet covering my own nakedness.

My beautiful pin-up worthy sister laid her head down on my outstretched arm and hugged me to her. Her magnificent tits crushed into my chest, her hard nipples drilling holes of erotic energy into me. She slid a smooth thigh across mine and laid on top of me. She trapped my leaking arousal between us and her soft but flat abdomen slid around on top of me, smearing my precum all over her belly. My groan of protest was silenced by the softest and most erotically charged kiss I'd felt in years, maybe ever. "Shhhhh, let me help you," she whispered.

Her face was a mix of sympathy and blissful love as she raised up to look into my eyes. I couldn't help but tear up while my conflicted self twisted a fist into her long hair, pulled her head back to latch onto her throat and rolled us both over, crushing my sister underneath me. Her legs fell open and my balls and shaft base were pressed into Connie's smooth sex. My precum was oozing into her navel while Connie's own cunt was soaking and I felt her wetness soaking my nuts.

I had my sister's head pulled back as I bit and sucked at her throat and she was moaning in staccato as her as she writhed under me, sliding her slippery lips along my trapped erection. I could feel the surges of precum from her milking my dick and I used my free hand to crush her right tit and twist at her nipple. She gasped and thrust her pelvis into me, lifting us both slightly. I released her throat when I tasted blood and saw the deep purple bruise forming. I slid down and began mauling her plush tits in earnest. She cried out when I first latched onto a nipple and suckled. I licked, bit and pulled one nipple painfully away from her tit with my mouth and twisted the other with my free hand.

I didn't understand what was coming over me but I was becoming aggressive and while Connie was obviously being driven toward climax, I was using her. Using her for what I didn't know but as I left her tits and mouthed my way down her belly toward her dripping cunt but she stopped me and lifted my chin, "No, this is for you. Come into me, cum in me, ruin me for anyone else." I lifted up and came back until face to face while her own hand found my slimy cock and steered it toward her waiting vagina.

I felt my sister's dripping labia kiss the tip of my throbbing hard on and lost it. I jammed hard into her tight but well lubricated tunnel and slammed into her cervix. She threw her head back, straining her neck and cried out in a sobbing groan, ending with an, "OOF!" It was so hard, even uncaring, it had to feel like a punch in the gut when I smashed her cervix into her womb's mouth. I paused, pressed hard against her cunt's end as she whimpered softly. I felt her muscled calves wrap around my waist and her heels dug into my ass.

My own tears dripped on my sister's face and I pulled about halfway out, her pained protests turning into another scream as I crashed back into her. I pinned her shoulders to the mattress with my hands and started grinding and pounding into Connie, abusing her sex and battering her cervix. Her head was thrashing back and forth with her hair whipping me occasionally. Her knuckles blanched as her fists twisted into the sheets and she reciprocated with violent thrusts back at me.

Now I had no idea what she liked having fucked her and ripped her open, once, 22 years ago. But as much as I loved and trusted my sister, I wasn't love making. I was fucking all of my anguish and anger into my sister's strangling cunt and disregarding her pleasure. But she kept spurring me on and alternating between sobs, moans and squeals. She suddenly started writhing, almost convulsing beneath me as I felt her vaginal muscles ripple against my invading shaft.

The more I abused her cunt, the more I ravished her, the harder she came. I started trying my best to drive my sister through the bed. She finally spasmed and went limp under me, involuntary grunts forced from her as I punched her uterine entrance with each deliberate slam. I poured my pain and anger into every violent thrust and finally I lost it and started to pour my cum into her battered pussy. She whimpered from the scalding seed coating a raw and bruised vagina and cervix. As it slowed I pulled out from her swollen cunt and the massive load I had sealed in her spilled out of her and I slung a latent rope of silvery semen along her sweat covered body. It splattered obscenely on one shining and heaving tit, glazing its nipple. I stood over her on the bed, another blob of cum dripping and splashing her shoulder.

Connie's eyes fluttered open with a groan and she looked through slitted eyes and smiled weakly. I studied my beautiful sister, her flushed and sweat soaked face with locks of her hair plastered to it with the sweat. The angry bruise from my sucking on her throat and bruises from my brutal grip of her tender tits showed, her nipples purple and swollen. Her entire torso was glossy in sweat, marked by two prominent splashes of viscous cum dripping off of her nipple and down the sides of her breast and shoulder. Her smooth belly lurched and another dollop of my seed surged out and over the rivulet that was pooling on the sheet under her swollen and battered sex.

The eroticism of the obscene vision caused an involuntary twitch of my half hard cock, squeezing out a small errant remnant of cum that dripped to the sheet between my feet. The love she had shown overwhelmed me but the sin of incest and the betrayal of my wife, not in the ground 24 hours yet pushed bile into my mouth. I ran into the master bath and vomited into the toilet. I was aware of my sister by her whimpers with each painful step she took before kneeling behind me with a groan and lovingly rubbing my sweaty back. She leaned against me and pressed her tits flat against my back as she kissed the nape of my neck. "Come back to bed sweetie."

Connie assisted me back to the bed, her dripping pussy twinging with each effort, each step. But apart from a hiss or two with unexpected intensity, she was worried about me. She laid down with me and pressed my head into her tits as she rocked me and soothed my anguished groans. I slept.

I woke up around 0530 and Connie was gone, I showered, dressed and went out to make coffee. It was about 0730 when Erin and Connie came in and set their suitcases down. Both comfortably dressed and I noticed the silk scarf strategically worn around her slender neck. I met her eyes and she winked with a little smile.

We got to the local airport and as they were getting ready to board the commuter, Connie threw her arms around my neck, pressed her tits hard into my chest and gave me a very tender but sisterly kiss on the cheek. She paused, holding me at arms' length and smiled so tenderly at me, "I love you brother," she mouthed silently. I reached for Erin and she stepped back. I dropped my hand and she forced a thin smile, "Bye Daddy. I'm staying through the holidays, they're allowing me to make up my missed classes." She paused and looked down, "I promised mom."

The thought I wasn't going to see my daughter, the one part of my family I still had saddened me. I bucked up, not wanting to hurt her or burden her with guilt. I smiled and nodded, "Call me?" Erin looked down for a second then nodded silently. My heart ached, I needed to hug her; needed to hold my daughter and comfort her.

ALONE

My guts churned as I unlocked the door and walked into a huge, dark and silent house. I've spent plenty of time alone over the years but have never felt alone. I had lost my wife, the love of my daughter despite what Moira had told me, and I had fucked my sister as Moira was freshly buried. I lost my loves and my morality; my very will to do business and to live.

That night, I had a long talk with Moira. Her picture on the coffee table, just the light from the fire place and a glass of whisky. Otherwise the house was completely dark and way too quiet. I told her how much I missed her, how I didn't know if I could go on, how Erin was so distant but she'd be alright because of Connie and her determination to keep her promise. I didn't believe she could hear me but I confessed my betrayal of her memory by Connie's and my fucking the very night after her funeral. I had confessed my taking of Connie's virginity on her graduation camping celebration years ago but I repeated it as if it was a new revelation. I remember her not even acting shocked but instead reassuring me and understanding what happened. I cried again.

I swore I felt her delicate hand on my shoulder. I swear I heard her whisper, "Get busy, your healing will come." I jerked upright in the darkness, the dying fire light dancing and creating the illusion of life in her picture. Had I nodded off?

Our contracts, well my contracts now, had been patient but there was a limit. I woke up the next day, no emotion, no loneliness, just awake. I took my coffee into the office and opened my email. The next week was a whirlwind of sorting, answering queries, prioritizing jobs. Busy was good, I didn't have time to think about anything but descrambling weeks of back logged work from rising to sleeping. More importantly, I didn't have time to feel sorry for myself.

It had been a couple weeks since Erin's return to Tucson and I hadn't heard from her. So when some of the dust settled I called my sister's house. "Hi Dad," Erin said when she came to the phone, she had always called me "daddy". It was like a punch in the gut but I stayed upbeat.

She told me about the accommodations the school was making for her, how fast she was catching up. She talked about her runs in the desert and going skiing for the first time. She sounded so animated, it made me feel good but then she was done, "I have to go study, bye dad."

"I love you Erin," but my sister answered instead.

"She loves you too, she misses you but she's working through some things. We talk though, she's throwing herself into her school and athletics so she doesn't have to feel bad about you not telling her sooner about Moira." I was silent but Connie heard my heart ache, "I love you too."

"Connie, I love you so much but what I did to you is so..." she shushed me.

"I told you then and I'm telling you now. You needed it but I WANTED it. You've always been my best friend and who better to give my virginity to than my best friend. I'm happy you were my first and I'd be happy for you to be my last." I couldn't believe she was saying that with Erin there.

"CONNIE!" I was somewhere between scared and angry at what my daughter might be overhearing.

"Calm down asshole," she laughed, "Erin's in the study, probably has her ear buds in too." There was some more tender words, a few erotic ones too she shared with me and to be blunt, I felt a thickening as she spoke. "You're not the only one that's alone you know."

Christmas was getting close and I was in a depression, wrestling with the fact that I was alone for the holiday. I also understood why it wouldn't be a celebration, even if Erin was here.

I had gotten to be pretty good friends with Sherry, the pilot of the Fokker 27 that made the regular hops from the international to our local FBO. I had to fly to D.C. to meet with a DoD contractor and was returning on the 15th. Sherry and I had been conversational, we had shared coffee and lunch at the airport cafe over the last few years. She knew about Moira and was incredibly sympathetic. As I was tossing my garment bag and duffle in the space behind the seats of the 140, she walked over to chat.

A very attractive brunette, she always lightened my mood albeit briefly with her smile and her friendly conversation. She'd been flying since she was 17, commercially since she was 19 and was a wife and mother by 20. At forty-five, she looked 10 years my junior and was very active, toning an admittedly voluptuous figure.

"Hi David," her bright voice breaking my concentration and I bumped my head on the wing. A delightful laugh met my ears as I rubbed my head and I smiled at my own embarrassment.

"Hey Sherry, thanks for another flawless flight." She fake curtseyed.

"David, is Erin coming up?" I shook my head. She looked down and quietly, "Oh. I'm so sorry." Then she looked back up, putting on her warmest smile, "Why don't you come have Christmas dinner with us?"

"Oh Sherry, that's so generous but I really can't. Besides, I don't want to interrupt your family time."

She slapped me playfully on the shoulder, "My son's are coming up, their wives and even friends. It's not just family, hasn't been in years. Besides, everyone has a date but me," another delightful laugh relieving any overtones.

She had been following me around as I did my preflight and I had gotten back to my starting point, "Thank you Sherry, I'll think about it."

Sherry quickly leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, "No you won't. You'll be there, you need to be around people... friends." I smiled and climbed in and she stepped back. I gave the "clear prop" and cranked the Cessna over. It was a little stubborn due to the high altitude cold but it caught and roared, well, sputtered to life. She stayed standing there as I radioed the tower for my taxi and take-off clearance. I looked back at her as I eased the throttle in and started to creep toward the taxiway. She was waving and then mouthed "I'll call you," while making the phone to ear signal. I smiled and nodded as I pulled away.

Moira's words, my friend's words and Connie's counsel came back to me as the tail lifted and I climbed away. I may not have my wife, I may not have my daughter but I needed this diversion. I'd go and at least I wouldn't be alone.

Erin's contacts were few and far between. She was rarely able to come to the phone but Connie would take those opportunities to stay on with me and talk until time to go to bed. She did write e-mails regularly but the greeting was always a simple "Dad," and while they were full of goings on, it was like reading family newsletters. I was up early on the 24th, snow dusted the runway and it was very crisp. But a crystal clear sky was starting to lighten as I pulled the cover from my Cessna. I had had the forethought to plug her in to an oil heater overnight. I had on my flight jacket over my dress shirt, tie and slacks. I was actually looking forward to today.

DISTRACTING RESPITE

Sherry was waiting for me in her Escalade when I taxied up to parking and waved enthusiastically while I tied the plane down. She did not get out of the car and I saw why, she wasn't wearing a coat. She was definitely festive with a dark red and velvet ankle length skirt, slit up to mid thigh on her right leg. An enticing and shapely thigh peaked out as her foot rested near the accelerator. Her blouse was a shining deep green that was a cross over and her long chestnut hair was in a heavy braid with spritzes of decorative holly berries. I had always found her attractive though chaste in her minimalistic makeup, hair up and her uniform. But I had to admit, she was a beautiful and sensual woman. Her warm smile knocked the chill off as I buckled up and we had an upbeat conversation going back to her home.

The house was crowded. Both of her adult sons were there with their wives, one couple brought a lady friend and the other brought male friend; it was the classic setup and they seemed to hit it off. Sherry was as close to a "work friend" as I have had since leaving D.C., that she was bringing home us strays on a family gathering really showed where her heart was. But there was no pity, no whispered words while looking my way, just warmth and laughter. That I was put to work as soon I hit the door destroyed any awkwardness I felt by intruding on her family's time together.

The dinner was phenomenal and the wine glasses bottomless. There was a lot of laughter and even when the conversation turned to me, Moira, Erin and my life, I was in an adoring but upbeat mood. After dinner, everyone retired to the sunken living room with a roaring fire and the spirits came out. I stayed behind with Sherry to help clear the table and get the dishes in the washer. Some pans would have to soak in the meantime.

As we were leaving, Sherry stopped me between the kitchen and living room with a soft touch to my arm. "David, thank you so much for being here and thank you for helping me." Thank me? I was wrestling with that while looking down into her broadly smiling face and she glanced upward. I followed the glance to realize yes, we were under mistletoe. I looked down at her laughing and shaking my head before she lifted up and planted a firm kiss with those luscious lips. She broke our kiss and bounced into the living room and giggling like a schoolgirl.

They had a tradition of watching "Elf" and "The Santa Clause" so there was four hours of laughter and giggles. Her kids and their spouses cuddled and even the ambushed friends were cuddling. I was in trouble, I was groggy from the meal, high from the alcohol and it was already getting dark. Sherry had brought me another glass and sat on the arm of the lounger I was sitting in, her sexy right leg bent at the knee and on full display. She had noticed the flash of panic and bent down to kiss me on the cheek, "Of course you're staying David. I can't drive, you probably can't and you damn sure can't fly. Not to mention that it's already getting dark."

"Sherry, I could get a cab and grab a hotel room in town," knowing I was already done.

"Pffft," she laughed, "you know you're not going anywhere, we have plenty of room, even a toothbrush, razors and things, just for guests." She slid off the arm of the chair into my lap, draped an arm around my shoulder and raised her glass of amber liquor, "Deal?" My token protest and sense of decorum satisfied, I nodded and clinked her glass with mine. The fact was, I didn't want to leave. I was having a truly good time for the first time in months.

Everyone was pretty loose and tired so the group started to make moves to go to bed. Even the "new" couple retired to a single bedroom and Sherry hooked a pinky in mine and led me to a guest room across from hers. She laid out towels and guest soap, razor and toothbrush, complete with a tiny tube of toothpaste. She gave me a soft, maybe a little longer than necessary but chaste kiss and left me to my own devices. I was ill prepared for this contingency so I was very careful about laying out my clothes. So after brushing my teeth I slid into a plush bed. Man, she really went all out for guests. I dozed off immediately for a minute but lurched awake; the quiet and strange surrounds made my brain busy. So I sat up against the headboard and just sat in the darkness, waiting for exhaustion to bring the needed sleep.

There was quiet knock. "David?" Her voice was soft.

"Sherry?" of course it was Sherry, "I'm up, come in."

The door opened and a distant light silhouetted Sherry's 5'4" curvaceous and well toned body. The shape of her long hair spread out behind her shoulders like a veil. I caught the glint of glass in her hand. "David, I can't sleep either, keep me company?"

I reached over to the end table and clicked on the tea lamp and a deep amber light, that filled the room and displayed the incredible vision before me. Sherry's long, straight and thick hair fanned out across her round shoulder and sent wisps to hang to her chest. She was luminous with her flawless olive skin, rich in the warm light. A pale pink slip/nightdress clung to her supple breasts and obvious nipples, adhering to a tapering waist and smooth stomach. Gentle folds accented the dress' flair to Sherry's feminine hips and the lace hem ended mid thigh. I felt my boxers tighten and couldn't help a slow scan down over her full and well toned thighs and how they narrowed at the knees. But just as her rounded calves flexed as she stood with her ankles crossed.

It was her laugh that shook me back. I could feel the blood rushing to my face in embarrassment from ogling my hostess. I was disturbed by my own reaction but I wouldn't burden her with that. Instead I forced a laugh and mumbled, "I'm definitely awake now." She lifted her hands and showed two glasses and a bottle of expensive bourbon. She shook her head and raised her eyebrows in a "well?" expression. "Oh shit Sherry, I zoned for a minute. Of course, I think I could use some of what you've got there as I nodded to the contents of her hand, she did a kind of quick plie and walked over. Shit, she looked good and I was NOT ready.

She stood by the end table, poured a half tumbler and handed it to me before sliding onto the bed slipping her legs under the sheet. She raised her glass to me and we clinked glasses before taking simultaneous long draughts from them. The warmth of the velvety smooth bourbon spread through my chest. Sherry's bare leg touched mine as she slid closer, sighed and then started with, "I've been on my own for a while, it's weird when everyone's here, like always, and suddenly the house is dead silent again. Makes me hurt for you. That has to be hard."

I patted her thigh on top of the sheet and nodded, "Yeah, Moira's death left a huge hole," I realized that this was the first time I could talk about her without tearing up at least. "When Erin left, that was hard." My affect was flat. It bothered me that I wasn't affected more. I took another sip, "Thank you for this. It's been a long time since I've been around anybody. This was truly fun."

Sherry leaned her head on my shoulder and wrapped her arm through mine. "It was so nice having you here. It was good to see you laugh and I was glad to have a friend here."

I squeezed her knee and turned to smile at her. "Sherry, you've been so great and this was, is, so much fun. But why me? I know we've seen each other at the airport but the occasional wave, a few coffees and a lunch or two... I mean I'm grateful but to bringing me home to your family is above and beyond."

She lowered the glass she'd been nursing, wriggled next to me and clutched my arm more firmly. "I've always liked seeing you and you were always so friendly and not too hard on the eyes." I chuckled and couldn't help but register the slight jiggle of her tits under the satin. "Even after Moi..." I nodded and smiled letting her know she was okay, "When you lost Moira, you were still very nice to me, sad and I..."

"Felt sorry for me?" I shook my head and chuckled at the reductive treatment I gave what she was telling me.

Sherry grinned, nodded with a shrug and took a swig before setting her glass down to pour more. She added to mine. "It was still selfish." I looked at her, the question apparent on my face. "It's not like the boys, or my daughters-in-law don't come by regularly, but I still haven't celebrated with a handsome man, much less one that's my age. My boys and their wives are sweet, but they are a different generation, this was nice." She paused and kissed me softly on the lips, pulled back slightly to study my reaction. I was stunned and she leaned in, this time lingering and tasting my lips with her tongue. "I'm not alone like you are, but I am lonely."

I set my glass down and turned to the side so that we were face to face, "Oh Sherry, you have no idea how good all of this feels, I'm just not ready."

She looked sad, not in disappointment as much as like she thought she'd hurt me. "David... I'd never ask you for something you're not ready for. But I DO miss this," she motioned her head encompassing our situation. "Please just let me be with you tonight, we can just sit and be with each other." She studied my face, doubt in her eyes. I smiled and she leaned in for another soft kiss.

We sat, drank and talked for quite a while but slowly we slid down from the headboard and went to sleep, her lying on my arm with a shapely thigh hung over mine. I had no intention of starting anything with her and she had respected my wishes, content at just being next to me. As so typical for me lately, I woke up a couple of hours later and just had to lie still. I didn't want to wake this soft, warm and angelic woman next to me. Her head was on my chest but I had to shift because my left arm was dead asleep. Her hair's fresh aroma stirred my senses and the warm breath from her audible sigh sent a charge through my left nipple and my sleeping cock twitched.

I sure didn't want to ruin this by getting a hard on while she was unaware but damned if she didn't shift. Her stiffening nipples crushed into my ribs and she nuzzled in my chest hair. Her thigh with its cool smooth skin slid up a couple of inches and pressed into my boxer covered balls. I was hating myself for not being able to masturbate. I tried but every time I closed my eyes to visions of Moira, my sister appeared and even her face morphed... into Erin's. So I couldn't bring myself to relieve myself and it just went unanswered. So now, the top few inches of my frustrated cock escaped the waistband of my boxers and dripped precum above and into my navel.

I closed my eyes and tried to put the whole situation away but Sherry ruined it, even if involuntarily. A soft moan vibrated my chest as that sleeping beauty snuggled and shifted and her hand that was draped across my chest slid down to my belly and tapped the dripping eye of my cock. A shudder passed through me and she stirred with a quiet, "Mmmmmmmm," and slid her thigh across my nuts causing a renewed surge of precum onto my hairy stomach. I became aware of her grinding her pudenda into my thigh and I could feel the dampness soaking through the smooth satin, wetting my leg.

I slid my hand off of her right shoulder as she was laying on my arm and slid down her curvy back to cup an ass cheek. That's when I knew the satin wasn't there. It had worked its way up as she humped my leg and that meant, the smoothness of her soaking cunt was sliding directly against my skin. My erection was painful and it lurched at the thought. If I was going to get out of this I needed to extricate myself. I used my left hand and gently pushed on her shoulder to roll her off of me. She moaned but moved to her back, her right arm folding over the top of her head and her gorgeous thighs falling open exposing a glistening, hairless slit. What is it with women these days Her right strap had slid off of her shoulder and her aureola was partially exposed, her lips shined wet and were relaxed as she slowly took stock of what's going on.

She looked at me through lidded eyes, "David," came a breathless whisper, "I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me. I... I was dreaming I guess."

"Sherry sweetie, no apologies necessary," I couldn't help but appreciate the raw sensuality of her beautiful voluptuousness splayed out under my gaze. That beautiful drowsy face with its luscious full Mediterranean lips, her full and proud tits with their rock hard nipples and finally the naked cunt leaking its arousal. "I just don't think I could stand a relationship."

She slipped a hand down my abdomen and cupped the head of my throbbing hard on. She massaged the dripping head before sliding it down, inside my boxers, and smearing precum all over my shaft. A single tear dripped from her eye, "David, I'm not asking more than you can give but you don't have to love me. Please just make love to me, it's been so long since I..." she sniffled, "It's just been so long and I think you need this."

I gently rubbed the gathered satin around her stomach before sliding my hand down and sinking a thick finger into her soaking depths. She gasped loudly and arched her neck back as a mini-orgasm caused her to gush more onto my hand. "Oh fuck! I'm not ready but you're so damned beautiful. I can't be anything..."

"David?" I shut up and looked at her, "I know, you don't owe me anything but please fuck me." I slid my hand back up the satin and slid around to the side of her tit, rolling the cloth off of her hardened nipple before crushing my lips to hers. She moaned into my mouth as she spread her legs further and pushed her left leg under me. I was now looming over an ideal of womanhood with my precum splattering onto her stomach. Her cunt was perfect, bald and smooth without a shadow or signs of being shaven at all. I nested the tip at her tight but well readied opening and dropped to my elbows so I could expose and fondle those full tits. I pinched and pulled both nipples hard and she gasped out a sob while pushing at my seated dick. But I frustrated her by pulling back so she couldn't gain purchase.

Sherry's thighs were quivering from the strain as she tried to force my cock into her. She began begging in a sobbing clenched teeth way, "Pleeeeeeaaase." I pressed and the head snapped in to her steaming wetness, tight as many of the young lovers as I had in the past. I followed her down as her pelvis crashed back into the bed and her neck and back arched as I pressed deeper, straining her vaginal limits. She let out a crying moan with my relentless push into her soaking cunt. Sherry threw her head back, eyes wide with surprise when I flattened her cervix and distorted the tip and eye into its tiny hole. Her hands grabbed my ass and squeezed pulling me harder against her womb's entrance. A crying laugh echoed off the walls and her head thrashed back and forth when I pulled back a couple of inches and punched her uterine opening back up into her.

"SHIT!" she growled, "you're fucking huge." If I had any doubts about the effect any discomfort was having, they evaporated when she squeezed my buttocks painfully and pummeled my thighs with her heels. Sherry's entire body shined from a soaking sweat and she squirmed under me like a bug under a cat's paw. I had been short stroking, pulling a couple of inches back and then pressing steadily back into her and thumping her pummeled cervix. I pushed hard against her womb's entrance and she sobbed as I displaced and distorted it to gain my last few inches.

I felt her vaginal muscles undulating along my length and she started violently thrusting her pelvis into me as her fluids were forced out to soak my balls. Damn, she was hot. She squeezed my ass cheeks painfully and her spurring bruised my thighs as she quaked and a staccato squeal sounded the alarm Her entire body went rigid and she managed to grunt out, "I'm... ugh... I'm cummINNNNNNG!" She convulsed and flung her head around as her body was racked with the orgasmic assault on her senses. I was impressed, I rarely gave a lover an orgasm vaginally, that usually had to happen before hand since their internals would be strained, sometimes painfully while we fucked.

I was sliding in and out frustratingly slow, torturing her by grinding into her spasming pussy and prolonging her climax to where it had to be painful. She was whimpering and lurching every time I rolled her clit under with each slow push back into her. "David, I... I can't stand it... please, please finish me." I pulled slowly back as she jerked and cried. I looked down between us and smiled at how tissue thin, her labia were as they clung to my withdrawing cock. I was definitely opening her up and straining her suckling cunt. I paused with the head just inside and she widened her eyes and twisted her mouth into one of those "WTF?" expressions.

I dropped onto her dripping wet chest forcing a grunt from her and then drove hard and fast into her waiting sex. She shook and jerked as my cock deformed her internal muscles and crashed hard into her womb's gateway. "HOLY FUCK!" she grunted and I pulled almost all the way out and slammed home again before she could even catch her breath. I started pounding her faster and faster until her hands dropped and she twisted fists into the sheets. Her legs fell off of mine and splayed open as I was now relentlessly pounding her cervix. I stretched her vaginal walls painfully by gyrating and twisting while I drove into her, forcing all of my pent up sexual deprivation into her. I was violently fucking her into oblivion and she went nearly limp, quiet sobs punctuated with grunts becoming weaker.

My balls roiled and I considered pulling out but threw caution to the wind and slammed hard against the gateway to her uterus and pressed hard. The first of a dozen forceful surges burned into her vagina and must've squeezed through to her womb. The incredibly tight seal caused a back up of months' worth of sperm backed up until there was no more room for it to go. Spider silk like tendrils of my cum forced their way past the incredibly tight seal and splattered my pubes and her bald sex. I collapsed on top of Sherry's panting, sweating chest and flattened her magnificent tits between us. I stayed pressed tight into her cervix until I softened slightly. Her fist twisted into my hair and moved my face to hers for a lavish and deep kiss.

I lifted to roll off of her and my semi soft dick flung a strand of cum across her stomach before oozing out a latent blob coating her thigh. She whimpered as my manhood pulled against and from her raw sex. I laid back, catching my breath as more latent cum slid down my own thigh to the sheets between us. "Holy shit," I whispered.

I turned my head to look at Sherry and she did the same. Her face was tear streaked but she smiled, "I know, right? Holy shit you ruined me," a chuckle gave way to a hiss of pain as she adjusted to her side, one shiny thigh crossing over the other as cum continued to leak between them. "I've never been fucked like that," she rolled her eyes, "and I may never walk right again." She laughed painfully again.

"Sorry, but it's been a minute."

She slid closer to me, whimpering slightly and draped a sweaty arm across my chest. "Shit, I reeeaaally needed that." She forced her breath out through pursed lips as she adjusted against her discomfort. "And I've NEVER cum like that before... ever." I slid over to her and pulled her into my arms. We were hot and sweaty and it hurt her to drape her leg over mine; but she sighed when her sweat soaked head settled on my chest and she kissed me there.

I felt like a monster, not regretting this debauchery in the slightest. But her slimy cunt slipped and slid around my thigh as she adjusted again and my guilt evaporated. Her hand slid down my stomach and absentmindedly began sliding around on my slimy and relaxed cock. I jerked. "Careful hon, don't start anything you're not willing to finish." She giggled silently and slipped her hand back to my chest.

She stayed the rest of the night and was still asleep and moaned softly when I extricated myself, gathered my clothes and headed to the bathroom to shower. She surprised me by coming up behind me in the walk-in shower and pressed my soapy body to hers while the multiple heads poured water on us both. It didn't take long, with her sliding soapy tits against my chest and her hand "washing" my penis before we had a problem. I slid a soapy hand down the small of her back, over her ass and between her legs. I sawed the edge of my hand against her well used cunt and she complained quietly, "Ow! Ow, ow." I quickly withdrew and she slipped down my front, squashing my erection between her tits before settling on her knees. I looked down as she slowly masturbated me before mouthing my sensitive tip.

I was surprised at how rapidly and how forcefully I came. MY thick, silvery cum splattered into her hair, across her eyes,nose and mouth and down the side of her neck coating her shoulder. She gasped painfully when she leaned back and spilled the rest onto her tits. It was such an erotic and obscene vision, her on her knees and looking up, soaking wet with water and her beautiful features marred by ropes and splashes of thick, viscous cum. I helped her to her feat as she groaned and I locked lips with hers and sucked at her tongue. Even the taste of my cum, rapidly washing away didn't lessen the lust I felt for Sherry at that minute.

By the time I was dressed and downstairs , the smell of coffee and French toast filled the air. Sherry walked over in her flannel skirt and form fitting sweater, walking with some tenderness to hug me and kiss me on the cheek. Her very pretty daughter-in-law was smirking knowingly at Sherry's grimacing as she walked. I was treated to a fantastic Christmas morning breakfast and the smiles, laughter and stories took my mind off of anything in my life. The "blind date" took because that young couple were side to side and couldn't keep from touching one another flirtatiously. Sherry's flannel skirt had a slit as well and she ensured a bare leg was pressed into my trousered one.

The conversation turned to how great this holiday was and Sherry's eldest popped off, "You had a great time too mom. I mean good grief, what did the man do to you?" Sherry choked on her coffee and smiled sheepishly while the blood rushed to her face. "Yeah mom," her daughter-in-law laughed, "We're all downstairs and on the other end of the house and we still heard you."

I couldn't even look up but I couldn't help but smile around my coffee as I drank. Soon enough the conversation turned, we all cleared the dishes and moved to the den around their 9' tree. They all had gifts for one another and even the young friends, a lot of laughter and hugs. It was really nice and heart warming. I had a brief twinge of pain at the fact this was my first Christmas without my wife or daughter but it was fleeting. At the end of the exchange, Sherry stood up with a small wince and walked over to me, kind of bow legged. I caught a few knowing glances between her kids out of the corner of my eye and shook my head in second hand embarrassment. She handed me a simply wrapped cube shaped box. I looked at her questioningly,"Everyone gets a present."

I smiled, welled up a little and opened the package. It was a brand new Citizen Blue Angels Skymaster. I was speechless. She bent down and kissed me on the cheek and gave my neck a squeeze. "Go ahead, put it on. Now maybe you can find your way on time," she laughed, obviously talking about my tardy landing yesterday.

I was touched and it was all I could do not to sniffle like a wimp. I looked up and saw nothing but warmth and caring, "Sherry," I whispered hoarsely, "Thank you so much. But I can't, I didn't even..."

"I already got my present." She smiled and it was my turn to feel the burn of blood rushing to my face. All I could do was smile sheepishly.

HOMECOMING

I actually surprised myself when I opened up my dark and silent house and actually smiled to myself as I recalled the last few days. That sense of contentment withered fairly quickly though as my being alone closed in again. So after the new year I threw myself back into the business and found myself calling Connie more often. As Spring Break approached, Erin started coming to the phone more often and her signing off was actually "friendly". But she told me early that she couldn't visit for break.

Sherry had a corporate party for her airline's New Year and needed a "date". She, of course looked beautiful and sexy and mine weren't the only eyes on her that night and our midnight kiss heated up quickly. Too drunk to go to her house as we figured, we excused ourselves to the hotel's suite we had upstairs and this time, I started it all. We fucked twice before sleeping and she woke me with her warm wet mouth on my renewed hard on and we left that morning with remnants of my cum dripping down the inside of her thighs and frosting her lips and face. So when she heard I'd be alone for Spring Break, she invited me to safety for her while she ferried the Fokker to a maintenance facility and we spent three days of me eating her, fucking her and her sucking me until we were both raw.

Over the last few months I was encouraged by Erin's warming tone on the phone calls. She even ended with "Goodbye daddy. I love you," our last time talking. Sherry had helped me through being alone albeit by fucking my brains out but now Summer was coming and I was making plans to travel down to Tucson and attend Erin's graduation. But that anticipation was dashed with Erin's next email. The bright spot was the "tone" in the text.

Hi Daddy,

I miss you so much and I'm sorry for not talking more. I know you want to come and support me when I walk the stage and there's nothing more I'd want than you, and mom in spirit, to be there for me. But it's not happening, yet. I missed too much in the Fall and I'm a credit short if I still want my double major. So I have to stay for the first Summer session. But I'll be home before the fourth! I'll be home to stay.

Aunt Connie says to tell you she'll take good care of me and that she loves you. She says to rest assured I'll be on that plane in the Summer if she has to duct tape me to my seat, LOL. I can't wait to see you. I hope you're not lonely but I'll be there soon.

I love you so much Daddy,

Erin

I couldn't help but smile remembering my sister's words as relayed by Erin and now this vision of perfection and womanhood, in a small package, was walking toward me. Her grin growing with each step, only pausing when she saw me waving at Sherry as she watched from behind Erin. She tried to maintain a measured walk but she dropped her duffle on the concrete and squealed, rushing to where I stood. I barely had time to stand away from the airplane before that beautiful woman, my daughter leapt into my arms, locking her strong legs around my waist and kissing me all over my face. She felt good in my arms and warm affection spread through me when Erin buried her face in my neck with a kiss and started crying.

I was aware of Sherry walking over after picking Erin's duffle up, "Someone's glad to see her daddy." Erin slid to standing and turned with a smile while wiping her eyes.

Erin hugged Sherry which surprised her and thanked her as she picked up her duffle. "Take me home daddy." I nodded and took her duffle from my daughter, the lion's share of her stuff would be here in a few days by van, and tossed it behind the seats. Sherry came over, congratulated us and then kissed me on the cheek before squeezing my arm and turning back to her plane. "She's pretty daddy." I simply nodded and couldn't hide my smile.

I couldn't wait to get my daughter home and start the rest of my life but as we lifted off Erin asked to be flown around and look at the mountains, streams and flowering pastures. She breathed deeply, her breasts stretching against the cotton of her sundress as she looked down. She glanced at me and grinned, chattering over the headset about school, Tucson, how weird it was to be middle school age when starting college and graduating as people her own age were newly minted freshmen. She laughed at the irony.

I had the power set and the plane trimmed so I just had the one hand on the yoke and the other on my thigh. Erin reached over and placed her hand on mine and squeezed slightly as she looked over adoringly. She lifted my hand and kissed the palm before relaxing and setting it down on her golden thigh. I had to close my eyes for just a second and calm myself. The combination of her beauty, absence and missing her so sorely was having an untoward effect on me but she was my daughter for fuck's sake. I patted her smooth leg and then pulled away and proceeded to "fine tune" the mixture on the plane. In reality, I leaned it out a couple of turns and then slowly dialed it back to where I had it.

I was worried when we opened the silent house back up and she stepped in as if listening for her mom. She stood in the foyer with her head bowed for a moment before turning and throwing her arms around my neck and lifted on her tip toes to pull me down for a quick kiss. She dropped back to flat foot and leaned her head against my chest, "I'm so happy to be home daddy, I love you." I kissed the top of her head and squeezed her tight to me, reveling in the closeness of my daughter and the life she brought back into our home.

She went to her room with me and we set down the duffel. The only changes were a few choice photos of her and her mom or all three of us. And the keys. She froze when she saw them, "What's this daddy?"

"Your graduation present sweetie." I smiled at her slack jawed look of shock.

"A Lexus?!?" She was jumping up and down like a little girl. She jumped up and kissed me before fleeing the room and heading for the garage. By the time I caught up with her she was sitting in the RC F with a grin so big her face had to hurt.

Her airy white sundress was hiked up almost to her hips and I swallowed hard as I watched her thighs flex with her trying out the pedals. I also caught a brief glimpse of the creamy tops of her tits when the bodice slackened as she leaned forward. What the fuck was wrong with me. I laughed it off with, "Be really careful sweetie, your insurance is already outrageous with your age."

"I will daddy!" My beautiful daughter squealed and bounded out before jumping on me again and kissing me hard. Now her lips were closed but it lingered too long not to affect me.

STARTING OVER

It had been a long day and Erin and I sat to just catch up. She wanted to share in my drink and while she wasn't drinking age, she'd finished college when most are just finishing high school and with two degrees. She was ready to enter a very technical adult world, I relented.

She shuddered at her first sip of liquor and laughed at her own reaction. Then she took a deep swig and I reached up to lower her hand, "Take it easy honey, you're a noob and you're tiny." She nodded and set her glass down for a minute or two while we talked and before taking another, more tentative sip.

She sat next to me, her tanned legs curled up under her so she could sit facing me. We talked about our loss some and there were hugs and crying but we talked more about her growing up and the fun we had. I spoke about what a jewel she'd been and how proud her mom was of her and how she wished so hard to be here for this. And then she became maudlin as the conversation turned to how she reacted to my not telling her when her mom was sick, how she treated me and was so angry with me. I pulled her into me and kissed the top of her head, "Oh baby, don't be sorry. Your mom was taken from you, you weren't given the chance to grieve and resolve anything before she was almost gone."

She looked up at me, her eyes wet, "I love you so much daddy, please forgive me." I was cut to the heart.

"Sweetie, of course I forgive you but it's not needed. I understood and I loved you too much to force myself into your grief. Your mom assured me you had to work it out and that you'd understand. I had to be patient."

"But daddy, you were so alone and I was so mean to you, no wonder you and Aunt Connie..." she suddenly clamped her hands over her mouth, the whisky had obviously lubricated her thought to word interface.

"Aunt Connie and I did what, Erin?" Erin blushed beet red and giggled before twisting to pick up and throw back what was left in her glass. She dropped her head and looked up sheepishly as she held out her glass. Extortion! If I wanted my daughter to spill, I had to bribe her with more intoxicants. My urge to hear more overwhelmed my better judgement, I poured another two fingers' worth to which she immediately took a big swallow. "Erin, honey... I don't know what... I mean there's history that had nothing to do with your mom or you."

Erin lifted up on her knees, threw her arms around my neck and gave me a chaste kiss before settling down on her legs again. She blushed a little and giggled, obviously feeling no pain. "Daddy, mom and I talked A LOT the last time I saw her," she looked down and twisted her lips slightly, "she... I mean she told me that you were only doing what she made you promise not to tell me."

"Now, little girl, you're changing the subject," I made her giggle again because I talked to her like she was a kindergartner. "If we're going to start over, we can't harbor things unsaid."

Erin nodded slightly and looked back up at me. She turned and lifted her glass for more courage. "I know daddy," she placed a hand on my hairy calf, "It's just hard for a daughter to talk with her dad about." She looked down again, not wanting to meet my eyes. But we raised her not to be afraid to talk to us about anything, and she certainly hadn't held back growing up. "Daddy... mom told me about you and Aunt Connie when she graduated and needed a date, a "chaperone" for her senior trip."

Shit! I knew that was what she was getting at. "Honey, I'm so sorry that you've carried that. It was a long time ago and we fucked up. Oh shit! I mean please forgive me for cussing."

Erin giggled again, "Daddy where do you think I've been these last four years?" I chuckled myself before she got serious, "But it's okay daddy, I know you didn't know that mom told me. I was wrestling with that before I returned to school," she sniffled as a tear slipped down her pretty face, looking all the world like my little girl again. I reached a hand out and wiped the tear before she snuggled into my palm and kissed my hand. "That's why I couldn't talk to you. I didn't want to go back but mom made me promise." She was openly crying again and I rubbed her arm. "And it wasn't that long ago, you... you slept with her after the funeral."

She started bawling but she allowed me to pull her into a hug as she soaked my t-shirt with her tears. I was stunned, I couldn't deny it and I wouldn't know what to say if I dared interrupt her. Her sobbing slowed, "I... I hated you so much. I'm so sorrryyy..." her bawling resumed in earnest and I pulled her into my lap and rocked her like the little girl that lost her cat so many years ago.

"No, no, no Erin. I'm sorry. It was horrible and I hated myself. I may have been trying to drink myself to death, I don't know. It was your mom's own words that saved me, but it was awful. I don't have the right to ask your forgiveness..." She looked up and put her hand on my mouth.

"Daddy," she sniveled, "please don't. I know how hurt you were and how close you and Aunt Connie are. I mean you are best friends and you were so hurt and so alone." She smiled through her tears, "I couldn't even look at Aunt Connie, I hated her too. I accused her of fucking you with my mom just now in the ground. I couldn't understand. But we talked, and talked annnnd talked. She was devastated too, she loved mom but she hurt because you hurt and she didn't know how to soothe your broken heart. I understand, now."

I felt wetness on my own face as I looked into hers, I hadn't realized I was crying. I started to mouth something, anything but Erin shook her head and leaned against my shoulder, kissing my neck. "Shhhh daddy, please don't worry I know who you are and I love you more than ever. I'm so sorry daddy." She nuzzled my neck again and sighed, "Please just hold me daddy." I kissed the top of her head and leaned back, squeezing her silently sobbing body to mine.

I woke up later, I had no idea how long I'd been asleep and Erin's soft, regular breathing told me she was soundly asleep too. I started to get up and she moaned quietly before wrapping her arms over my shoulders. I carried her to her bed and peeled back the duvet and sheet to lay her down. She sighed as I pulled just the sheet up over her bare legs. As beautiful she was I saw my daughter, not a sexy woman. I bent down and kissed her on her forehead. I turned to leave and Erin grabbed my hand and held it to her chest, "I love you daddy," she said softly.

"I love you more than life itself sweetie. Get some sleep Erin, tomorrow's our new beginning." She squeezed my hand before letting it go.

A NEW DAY, A NEW RELATIONSHIP

The next morning I was at the stove finishing some bacon and eggs, my coffee steaming on the counter next to me. I heard the padding feet and the squeal of "DADDY!" Before she landed square on my back wrapping arms and legs around me. I barely had enough time to step back so as to not sling scalding bacon grease everywhere.

She glowed in the morning sun shining through the picture window. Her hair was damp from an earlier shower and the long t-shirt she wore as pajamas hung to mid thigh. She poured her own cup and leaned against the counter, her perfectly pedicured feet crossed at the ankles. As she watched me over her cup. I had on my running shorts and tank top. I had to admit that, as sweet and innocent as she looked, she was a vision and I felt uncomfortable.

I was impressed with how "bright eyed and bushy tailed" my daughter was considering the lack of experience the pretty teenager had with alcohol. I set our plates down and turned to get the OJ glasses, "What do you want to do today sweetie? You want to fly in and go out in town?"

She stepped in front of me and blocked my path. In an almost sultry yet "little girl" way, "No daddy. I want to spend the day here, with you. We've missed so much time... I just want to relax. Please?"

I reached past her, leaning into her chest to set the glasses down, "Let's eat." We had poured so much of ourselves out last night and into the wee hours, I was tired. I hadn't shared, and I wasn't going to share with her that whatever is broken in my moral compass, found her sexy. Why would I burden her with such a disgusting perversion that was all me?

Erin's expertise was going to be a great addition to my, well our, consulting and we spent a few casual hours in the office with me sharing the unclassified aspects of what we had in the office. I felt her up on whether she'd be interested in working with me and would she be willing to subject herself to security checks. It made me feel good how excited she was at the prospect of working with her father; rather than taking her engineering and logistics expertise into the open market. There was enough commercial jobs pending and siloed so that she'd be able to start on those while we worked on getting her cleared.

Erin decided the house needed to have the bachelor residue cleaned and that gave me time to break out the tractor and mow the runway and change the oil on the 140. As hot as it was, I appreciated the breeze rolling down the mountains and across the foot hills but I was still grimy with dirt and sweat. I didn't see Erin when I went into the house and back to my shower. Now, I'm not a slob by any means but the house was definitely in a more pristine order.

My muscles ached and the pelting waters felt great. I bowed my head and leaned against the wall of the shower and let the steaming streams pound my back and shoulders. I don't know how long I was in there, a side effect of tankless water heaters is not having a shock of cold water telling you you've been in the shower too long.

Erin emerged from the back obviously having been showering also, her hair was damp and she was wearing terry cloth shorts that were a size to small. That damnable Aéropostale t-shirt, so thin with the front hem in a crescent, displayed her bare midriff. The, by design, nearly thread bare fabric adhered to her still damp tits revealing incredible detail of her cooling nipples. A sparkle of a diamond navel piercing caught the morning sunshine. Athlete that she was, she glided rather than walked over to me. I face palmed. "Good grief Erin! We have AC, can't you put something on that's more... more, uh, appropriate?"

She pointed at my beer and I silently nodded so she went over and pulled one, wiping the chilled bottle across her forehead and her neck. That just served to raise goose bumps and pucker her already obvious nipples. "What's the matter daddy?" she grinned mischievously, "This is supposed to just be comfortable, we're supposed to relax today, right?" The little minx shook her chest in a little move that slid the fabric across her nipples and smiled with feigned innocence. I averted my eyes and nodded.

This was MY issue, not hers and she was used to relaxing around the house with my sister where such things didn't matter. "I'm going out to the solarium and sit by the pool." I traded my empty beer bottle for a couple fingers of bourbon and an ice cube. This was going to be a long weekend.

Erin wasn't far behind me and she brought an empty glass with ice, expecting a pour. "Just a little daddy?" I closed my eyes briefly and sighed but leaned over and poured a little in her glass any way. It was little early in the evening for either of us, more so for a teenager. But I wasn't a hypocrite for all of the other miscreant faults that had made this so difficult. But I was still her dad and young adult or not, I had a duty to protect her. As she reclined on the lounge chair, she stretched like a cat, arching her back and pointing her nipples skyward. She caught me watching and smiled. I started to complain again but she cut me off, "It's so nice to be here with you, just relaxing. But if your daughter's choice of leisure clothing is hard on you, I'll go change. But it's not like I'm your sister."

There it was. She may have forgiven me but that didn't mean I wasn't going to be tortured, punished for betraying the memory of her mother. She was doing this on purpose. I turned my head forward, "No honey, you dress as you want. I'm not going to lay MY hangups on your shoulders." I sighed, took a long drink and laid my head back.

Erin very softly, "Daddy, I do love you." Her hand touched my bare forearm and stroked the hair as she took another sip. I suddenly jumped up and Erin looked worried, "Daddy?"

"I'm going to change and go for a swim. You can relax, I'll be right back but I could use a cooling off from all of the mowing." That was true enough not to be a lie but I won't deny the cool water's help in my "discomfort". When I returned to the solarium, Erin was gone. Her glass, like mine remained but no Erin. I figured she went in to go to the bathroom or whatever. I wasted no time rolling back the solar screen top allowing a breeze in and turned to leap into the cooling water. I went into my routine of swimming laps when I was aware of someone coming down the steps into the water.

I stood up and saw my daughter stepping into the pool. She wore a white, strapless bikini that showed her powerful but feminine legs, flat and toned stomach and tennis developed shoulders and arms. The bright and stretchy fabric stood in stark contrast toe her light but even tan. She never looked away as the coolness raised goose bumps and made her nipples stiffen again. Tiny pebbles on small and unmoving breasts. She waded over through 3' water that was almost to her chest to press into me with a hug and lean her head into my hairy chest. My breath caught in my throat as I returned the hug. I closed my eyes and felt like I was holding Moira. I allowed my hands to slide down her waist and over her pronounced and firm ass. Erin sighed into my chest, "Oh daddy."

"Shit!" I jumped back from her, "I'm so sorry honey. Man I'm a mess." I rationalized it was the months of loneliness, drink and whatever the hell was wrong with me to look at my daughter that way. I repeated myself softly, "I'm sorry." I climbed out of the pool, turned on the attached Jacuzzi and settled in with my glass and bottle. I glanced at Erin and she was welling up, I had to look away. I must have scared and hurt her.

My daughter went into the house and I figured on drinking myself into oblivion and with any luck, drowning. I was halfway through my next pour when Erin slid the door open and stepped back out. It was dark now and just the pale blue light from the pool and bubbling whirlpool illuminated the area. "Daddy, may I sit in the hot tub too? My muscles could use the release."

She had changed from her bikini top to an Embrey-Riddle t-shirt. "Sure sweetie, I'll just go in and lie down."

"No dad! I mean please daddy? I don't want to be alone. I'll be good, I promise." My heart broke, she sounded like my little girl again and somehow I'd made her feel like she was the one in the wrong.

"Oh sweetie, please forgive me. I just lost myself for a second, there's no excuse. Your dad's seriously messed up sweetie. I mean who sleeps with his sister... twice? Or feels up his own daughter for fuck's sake?" I gulped a big swallow, "We're going to have to..." I felt my own face wet. I had no idea I was crying like a woman.

"Shut up dad!" It was "dad" again. "It's not normal but your sister is your best friend and always has been. You were both devastated and alone, your own daughter was hating you. You had no one and besides mom wanted you to..." she stopped suddenly like she was about to say something she didn't mean to. I need more to drink and she glided through the roiling water to my side of the tub and climbed up to reach the bottle.

She placed one strong thigh on either side of mine and leaned forward to take the bottle. She leaned forward and her face and hair brushed next to my face and her tits, with their wet and tranlucent cotton coating pressed against my chest. I put up my hand and pushed her gently back, "Let me sweetie," trying hard to maintain a fatherly tone. She sat back on her calves, the crotch of her bikini bottom crushed into my thickening cock and balls. I pretended not to notice as I twisted, picked up the bottle and poured her glass. She was studying my face as I poured with a strange expression. She accepted her glass but remained while I twisted and put the bottle down again. When I turned back around she suddenly leaned in and kissed me softly, her lips slightly parted and moist and most definitely not daughterly. "Erin, stop baby." I grabbed her shoulders to hold her at arms length, "I think that's all you need. Let's just relax."

She pouted, an exaggerated expression and then smiled before sliding off of me and sitting next to me. I'd have rather had her go back to where she was but I was trying my damndest not to weird her out because of my deviancy. her presence next to me was maddening and my wheels were turning, trying to figure out where to steer the conversation and later how we could coexist. I turned the conversation to questions about school, parties and boyfriends. I was definitely feeling the whisky but I as going to keep going until I could forget tonight.

When I asked her about boyfriends, Erin blushed and drunkenly slapped at my shoulder. "Daaaaayyaaaddy!" It came out in three syllables. Then she worked to focus on my face, got serious and started, "Daddy, I never had a boyfriend. All the boys that were in my classes at school were too old, they'd probably have gone to jail IF I wanted to go with them. The boys my age were in high school. How am I going to talk to them?" I didn't believe her. She was a teenager, obviously feeling her sexuality and had been through college. She took a pretty good swig, "Daddy, I'm grateful for what you and mom and Aunt Connie did to get me in college; but I was so alone." All the more reason for her to fuck a college boy. Was I jealous?

I felt a pang of sadness as I considered what pressure she had been under. Yes, she wanted to advance but she never had a regular social life. I was going to have to see about getting her out there. I mean she graduated just as her childhood friends were starting college and now she was ready to enter into a highly technical career. Soon we were left with trivial chatter to avoid the land mines, maybe we'd need to get into counseling or something. Erin dropped her glass into the water and startled awake.

I snatched the glass out and set it on the ledge, "Okay sweetie, let's get you, well me too, in bed." I stood and wavered a bit before I helped Erin up. She could not get her feet under her so I picked her up and she laid her head on my shoulder and I carried her inside. Her bikini had been bad enough but when the cool air hit her dripping t-shirt her nipples hardened again. And it was torture that the translucent t-shirt did nothing to hide them. In fact, the contrast of her milky white tits contrasting to her golden tan and the pale pink of her nipples could be picked out. I carried her to her room and sat her on the toilet in her bathroom. I brought in her pajamas and went to dry off my shivering daughter. "Honey, I need to step out so you can get dressed."

As I turned, she grabbed my wrist, "Please daddy," she slurred, "I don't want to fall... you can turn around." I smiled as best I could and complied. The rustling and the splat of first the t-shirt, then her bikini bottoms played on my imagination as she struggled to pull on her pajama shorts. She started to topple over and caught herself against my back. I spun to catch her and my hand brushed a bare breast as I took hold of her shoulder. I kept my head turned as I straightened her up and she patted my arm as a signal she was okay. Finally she slurred out she was ready and we started for her bed. She was pressed against me and her satin pajamas clung to her B-cup tits and the shorts clung to her ass and sex.

I got her to her bed and held her up as I peeled back the duvet and sheet, I lifted her in bed and placed her on her side. I took her other pillow and wedged it behind her, "I want you to stay on your side sweetie. I'll look in a few times, you had a lot to drink honey, that's my fault. She rolled her head to look up at me and smiled.

I pulled up the duvet and sheet to tuck her in, like her mom and I did when she was little. "Daddy?" I looked at her beautiful face, "I love you Daddy." I told her I loved her too and I leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. her arms wrapped around my neck and I stopped. She looked into my face through heavily lidded eyes, "Kiss me daddy?" I should have pulled away or at least removed her arms and continued with the forehead kiss; but I didn't. I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips, not intending to be sexual but it was her returning the kiss and her sigh into my mouth that caused my unwelcome hard on to jump.

I gently lifted her arms from my neck and placed them in front of her. She smiled and closed her eyes. I was beside myself by the time I got back to my room, full of self loathing and sporing and aching erection. I took my bedside picture of Moira in her bikini and apologized to her as I started to stroke my cock, craving relief; a release from the pressure and I suffered the same issue that had discouraged my jacking off before. My eyes closed and Moira morphed into an 18 year old Connie and then very quickly into Erin. "Noooooo," I groaned and was about to stop in disgust before a massive cum erupted, splattering on my belly, forearm, hand and sheets. I was too wiped to do anything so I just lay in my own scum and went to sleep.

WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE?

The afternoon light was like ice picks to the brain and even the shower was like ants stinging my scalp. It was a late start for me. It had been forever since I had had a hangover like this or, for that matter, a hangover at all. After I pulled on my running shorts and t-shirt I mentally prepared for a miserable Sunday afternoon and made my way to the kitchen. As the coffee dripped I made a Virgin Mary of V8, Tabasco, Worcestershire sauce and black pepper as a breakfast/treatment my churning stomach could handle. I stepped delicately over to the refrigerator and prepped a B12 shot which hurt like hell but it was the quickest way to get past this.

I had just sat down with my coffee when Erin bounded in to the kitchen and cheerfully poured her own cup of coffee. "Hi daddy," and she leaned down to kiss me at the corner of my mouth. "Thank you for getting me to bed and helping me change. I know it was embarrassing for you but I was soooooo drunk." She rolled her eyes as she laughed.

I was still hungover but the vitamin injections and Virgin Mary were starting to ease my discomfort. I struggled but managed a smile. "I'm sorry honey, that was my fault. I'm the parent here." I was hoping she was too drunk to remember her kiss, or our conversation about my fucking her aunt or, most horribly, if she noticed my deviant erection; I hoped all of it was forgotten. I should be so fortunate.

It didn't help that her satin pajamas blouse lay perfectly over her high sitting tits and defined the bumps of her nipples. I bowed my head and massaged my painful temples. Erin stood, took up her coffee and slid her chair next to mine. I was stunned as she impishly lifted her golden and smooth legs and laid them across my lap as she sat facing me. "Where do we go from here daddy?"

"Shit," I hissed under my breath. She was going to be unrelenting and forcing, well, forcing whatever this was.

Erin rocked her crossed feet back and forth, rolling those shapely calves over my thighs, the warmth was penetrating. I looked down and took in her finely toned legs flexing as she continued to torture me with her cavalier contact. "Daddy, we never finished talking about mom and what we talked about." I looked up at her and sipped on my coffee. I didn't want to respond so I just looked at her over the top of my cup. "Her biggest fear is that you wouldn't love again, that you'd huddle up in your office and I would lose you too. She made me promise I wouldn't let you do that, that I wouldn't turn against you for not telling me. She told me about your past, how you and Aunt Connie were... were lovers once and not to judge you. It was a lot for me. I cried." Erin looked sad again but she didn't shed any tears.

I lowered my eyes, "That's a lot for a daughter to hear and bear. I get it, why you pulled away from me and I wouldn't blame you for pulling away now." I looked into her searching eyes and closed mine, "Oh Moira, why did you tell her that?" I said under my breath.

"But daddy, she needed too. I needed to understand you, Aunt Connie and that, whatever happened then was a one time temptation between best friends, not just some sick incestuous porno plot." She breathed a deep sigh and scooted her chair up closer, hanging her knees over my legs and laying her thighs on mine.

I was thankful for my hangover and anxiety keeping me from a sickening and perverse response to whatever she thought she was doing. "Oh shit Erin, why did she have to place that on your shoulders?"

She rubbed her thighs together and set down her coffee cup before leaning in and rubbing my shoulder and sliding her other hand across my chest, "Daddy," she lifted her hand to turn my face toward hers, "Mom needed me to know how much you loved her and for me to understand that, despite all of that internal conflict, you were absolutely faithful to her, even until the last." Now a single tear dripped from her pale blue eye and hung from her smooth jaw line. "She wanted to make sure I wouldn't pull away and that I'd understand, even encourage your finding a lover. She was afraid that I wouldn't notice your withdrawal from life to care for me or that you'd be alone."

She wiped the wetness from her face, sniffed and sat upright. I took her hand and raised it to kiss the palm and hold it to my stubbled face. "I'm sorry Erin, I had no idea she had laid all that on you," and I lurched as she shifted those gorgeous legs up my thighs, contacting the crotch of my shorts. I didn't want to overreact but I'm afraid it still came out harshly, though I managed not to raise my voice, "What the fuck Erin?" I moved to push her legs off of me but stopped for fear of scaring her.

"She didn't lay it on me daddy, she answered my questions, she shared her love for you and yours for her, for us. I've been away from you for so long, I miss your hugs, your kisses, your shoulders to cry on. I miss my daddy."

"Sweetie, I miss you too but this isn't how a father and daughter should... I mean this isn't..."

"Like aunt Connie?" I stopped mid syllable, "Daddy, I was processing all of that and went to school like I promised. But then when mom died," she sobbed, "I needed you to come to me and comfort me. I know I was the one being distant, but I needed you and you fucked your sister." without thinking I slapped her and Erin ran from the room bawling. I couldn't believe I had hit my precious jewel and I was on my feet in an instant but the door to her room slammed before I got there. Her heart broken sobbing cut me a thousand times.

"Erin!" I called through the door and her sobbing lessened but it continued. "Erin baby, I'm so sorry!" Now I was crying. I had hurt the one I loved most. "Erin!" I was desperate now, "Please baby, let me come in. Please forgive me." I turned my back to the door and slid down, sobbing quietly at the ruin I had just brought to us. My precious daughter was opening up and trusting she could tell me these things and I betrayed her.

I hadn't noticed the hours that passed or the silence on the other side of the door so I was startled when it finally opened behind me. Before I could react she was on her knees behind me, her arms around my shoulders and her soft lips kissing the back of my neck, "I'm sorry daddy, I shouldn't have said that. That was cruel, you were both so alone but I was too." Her tears were soaking the back of my neck as she nuzzled into my hair. "Daddy, I think I was jealous. I know you would never hurt me and I was so cruel saying that just now." I turned to face her and we kissed, tenderly at first and then a lingering unfatherly kiss as she crawled into and curled her legs into my lap. Where do we go from here indeed?

AMORAL, IMMORAL, A FATHER, A DAUGHTER

I knew myself, I was amoral. I had no morality, no moral compass. I guess I always knew that but had spent so many years blaming some unknown trauma for my depravity. It was easy to remain faithful to Moira. She was the only woman I truly loved, aside from my fraternal and paternal love for my sister and daughter. I was so beguiled by my Irish faerie that I couldn't have wandered if I wanted to. I didn't want to. My sister, like me, was raised very pragmatically. No real morality, just ethics which we all know can change according to the situation or societal norms. Sometimes all it takes is being with your best friend, cuddled under the stars and being high on peyote. Irrespective if it's your sister that's your best friend and on the receiving end of that ethical departure.

But what if you are a moral person? What if you were raised with what's right and wrong, a standard? What if you're raised that way and because of the actions of the amoral, you become the immoral? That's what I had to contemplate, where did my daughter think this was going? Where did I, her father think this was going? And being amoral, would my duty as a father stop the inevitable, the desire and need to have her like I had her mother and my sister?

Erin sighed into my chest, her smooth, powerful thighs flexing in my lap. I closed my eyes as I felt a surge of ardor and, whatever fucked up wiring I had to deal with, this was still my daughter and I owed it to her to carry this myself. It was not her burden to bear. I should have kissed her on the forehead, stood up to hug her and leave her to go to bed. Instead, I sat there with my beautiful, well developed and compact daughter in my lap. Instead I continued holding her soft warmth to me while I reveled in the fresh smell of sunshine in her hair; rocking her as I caressed her shoulder and her folded thigh in my lap as we sat in the hallway outside of her room. "Daddy," her voice jarred my revelry, "can I stay with you tonight?" I stood us up and held her at arms length as she spoke.

"Oh sweetie," now I was scared of myself, "it's late, let's go to sleep and we'll talk in the morning. But we need to take a breath here. A lot has happened between us with your mother's death, my awful betrayal of her memory with my sister. I owe you..."

"Daddy! You don't understand!" She stifled a sob, "I needed you that night," here it was again but I guess we hadn't resolved it earlier, "I needed you to hold me." She was crying again, I could never stand to see her cry.

"Oh Erin, I thought... I mean you would hardly look at me. I, uh, I didn't think you wanted anything to do with me. You were so angry." Mother fucker, why was I even trying to defend myself?

"THAT'S when I needed you most! I wanted you to take me in your arms and hold me. I needed you to stay with me that night and be my daddy." Her crying slowed and rather than turning and leaving like I expected her to, she fell into my arms, standing on her toes and kissing me before laying her head on my chest. Then she whispered, "I need you now daddy. Please let me stay with you tonight."

It would take everything I had to stop the evil urges I had been fighting with, but at that moment I knew I couldn't abandon her again. "I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't know." I took a deep breath then lifted her, the day having passed by the time she came back out of her room. She wrapped her arms around my neck and laid her head on my shoulder as I carried her to my room. She tightened her grip on my neck while I reached with my left arm to pull the duvet and sheet back.

I lay Erin down and the bottom half of her satin pajama blouse parted revealing her flat and golden toned midriff. She crossed her ankles and rubbed her calves together as I scanned her curvaceous thighs and defined calves that ended in perfectly pedicured and small feet. Her strawberry blond hair, bleached almost white from the sun spread out behind her like a halo. Those blue-white eyes had a smile in them and she bit her lower, full lip.

Without thinking, I stripped off my t-shirt, realized what I had done and went to pull it back on, "It's okay daddy, I've seen you in a swimsuit before, this is no different." I must've looked like an idiot with the top half of my head through the collar and my right arm bound up in the sleeve hanging there like a scare crow while I froze for a minute. I silently argued with myself but convinced myself it was innocent and finally pulled it back off.

I climbed into bed and pulled the sheet up to my waist. My left arm laid out across the pillows and Erin automatically crawled up and laid her head on my shoulder and draping one thigh in front of the other. I curled my arm up, squeezed her shoulder and then pulled her against my side. The unintended consequence of that "fatherly" comforting was that she straightened her right leg and now that silky smooth left thigh draped over mine. "Son of a bitch," I thought.

She tilted that fresh and beautiful face up and kissed the side of my mouth before laying her head back down, "I love you daddy. Thank you." I turned my head to the side and kissed the top of her head. But damn, she slid her silky thigh up mine until her leg lightly touched the crotch of my shorts and I felt like I had grabbed the bare end of Romex. My first instinct was to chastise her and extricate myself but after what we just went through, I was afraid of damaging her. At least that was my excuse while I was wallowing in the erotic warmth that had started to thicken my shaft.

Erin wasn't helping either by twirling her finger in my chest her while she talked and her voice became more sultry. She had to know what she was doing, didn't she? "Mmmmmmmmm," she cooed as I reached up with my right hand and started to caress her thigh. My embracing arm relaxed so I could rub her back over the slippery satin and she cuddled closely, her crotch pressing into my hip. "Daddy?"

I breathed deep, frighteningly relaxed in this unnatural intimacy, "Hmm?" My eyes were closed and I reveled in the closeness we were sharing.

Erin started hem hawing and stammering, searching for her words so I opened my eyes and pressed my chin down to look at her and found her wide eyed and looking back, biting the corner of her lip while she pondered what she was going to say whatever she was going to say. It was cute and for a brief second, she wasn't my daughter the young woman but rather my daughter the kid. I smiled down at her and nodded, encouraging her to go on. "Daddy? I know it's supposed to be forbidden but why is incest wrong?"

I choked. My breath caught in my throat and I sucked saliva into my windpipe. Erin grunted with my reflexive squeezing of her against my side. "Erin baby," I tried to sound calm but I know my voice trembled, "I... I don't know what to say or why you asked. I mean, families aren't supposed to sleep with one another. It can even be dangerous."

"But why?" She would not let this go.

My mouth was suddenly dry. How do you argue morality from a secularist world view? "It's illegal," I figured that was a sufficient explanation. Her left hand had quit twirling my chest hair and was caressing my chest while her right had moved between us and gone under the small of my back.

"Legal or illegal doesn't equate to morality," I considered appealing to the Bible but she'd call me on that in a heartbeat because it would be disingenuous and I knew it, "You made love to Aunt Connie, twice. That was illegal too."

I loved Moira beyond belief and she left a hole that could never be filled, but right now I was angry that she told Erin about that. I raged inside that I had allowed it to happen again. "Honey, that was so wrong. I can't begin to put into words how horribly unnatural it was. We had grown up very close and we were best friends. That graduation trip I was supposed to watch over her. But I failed her and we both were irresponsible in the drink and drugs."

"Were you sorry daddy?" She had withdrawn her right arm and now rested her face in her hand, propped up on her elbow.

I could never lie to her. If there was ONE thing that was right about me, it was nearly a physical impossibility to lie to Moira, Erin, Connie or anyone I cared about. And her trust was probably the most important thing to me, second only to keeping her safe and happy. "We weren't. We knew why it happened, we loved each other deeply. But we knew it was wrong and swore it would never happen again. But we also never let it hang between us."

Erin laid her head back down, her right hand now sliding under my head and running her delicate fingers in my blond and gray hair. "But it did happen again daddy."

I knew that was coming next. But it also gave me another prong to argue from, "Yes. And you saw the hurt and pain that caused. It nearly destroyed us. Incest destroys families."

She adjusted her head, sliding her cheek into my chest hair as she looked down and slid her hand down to my abdomen. I held my breath, fearing what she was going to try. "You know why that hurt us daddy. It wasn't because you slept with your sister either." She had me there, "Do you love me as much as Aunt Connie?"

Oh shit, I was afraid this is where we headed and the damnable thing is, I couldn't honestly say I wasn't hoping it would. I am such a bastard. "Of course I do honey. More, but don't tell her that." I forced a chuckle trying to lighten the seriousness.

Erin extricated her hand leaned up on her side to look down at my face, "Then love me like you did her daddy."

Calm, stay calm I thought, "Erin, sweetie, I can't. You're my daughter."

She leaned down with her face close to mine, her hair hung around my face. It enclosed us and drove everything else out of my awareness. "So making love to your daughter is wrong but fucking your sister is okay?" The shocking use of profanity from my little girl put me on the back foot.

"Of course not!" My voice cracked, "They're both aberrant, wrong... illegal. I'm sorry that it ever happened."

Her voice became measured and quiet, "But you're not. You just told me that you weren't." I was going to interrupt but she kept going, "The only reason you were sorry the last time is because you felt like you betrayed mom and it hurt me. I've talked to Aunt Connie about it too. You were devastated and she hurt for you. She was sorry you were tortured with the guilt but you and her needed it. Tell me I'm wrong daddy. Lie to me if you can."

"You're too young, I'm middle aged. I'm your father, your provider and protector until you find the boy you'll love and marry." I was desperate but I knew I lost the argument 10 minutes ago.

"And how old was Aunt Connie?" I tried to answer but nothing came out, "I'm old enough and you know it. And I don't want to love a boy, or marry one either. I want to love my father, if I could I'd want to marry him too. I want to bear his, your children. Oh, for fuck's sake daddy!" She flopped onto her back and crossed her arms to just stare up at the ceiling. As intense and conflicted as this conversation had been, I couldn't but smile at the exaggerated pout Erin was displaying.

A LINE CROSSED LONG AGO & AGAIN, FOREVER

I always thought of myself as a "good" man. I certainly was honorable in my service, my work ethic. But I was far from chaste before I married but I did remain faithful unto death. But that said, had I actually been a moral person, I never would have crossed that line with my sister and I certainly would have been repulsed by my own actions. I wasn't even sorry and had only a vague "conviction" it would never happen again. Had I been a moral person I wouldn't have fucked Connie again, and on the eve of my own wife's funeral. If I was a moral person, I would have gotten up and run like a scalded ape from this current situation. But now I lay here, on my side considering the sexuality of my own daughter.

It was a line that should never be crossed by anyone and I crossed that line a long time ago with Connie. Now as my love for my daughter was being stoked by an unnatural lust welled in my chest... and cock, I had to be honest with myself. That line crossed so long ago might as well have been Caesar's Rubicon. Not only was I incapable of retreating back across, but I was about to cross it again, finally and forever.

I reached down and caressed the side of her head and her hair, turning her to face me. Her lips were still tightly closed but her expression had softened and her arms, while still crossed, relaxed. "Baby, I can't stand the thought of hurting you or scarring you. A dad taking his daughter is ruinous. I... I should leave. Hell I should probably drink hemlock for what I'm feeling, but by all that's holy I can't help myself."

Erin's eyes saddened but she reached up to rub my forearm and her lips parted in a sigh. "Daddy, I'm old enough to know what I want, what I need. You raised me to be strong and you raised me to think for myself. So dammit, let me think for myself." Her right arm encircled the back of my neck and she pulled me down to meet her moist, rising and full lips. The kiss was electric even before her tongue began to explore my mouth. What ever power her mom had to beguile, Erin had inherited. My conscience was seared and I gave myself over to the passion and pulled her into a crushing embrace as our mouths and tongues intwined. My own right hand slid down the satin back of her pajama shirt, across the naked small of her back and grasped her powerful glutes.

I pulled her pelvis to me and she gasped when her clothed pudenda pressed into my obvious erection. Her small and high sitting tits pressed into my chest with there hardened but tiny nipples boring hotly into my flesh. She started grinding her covered cunt into my erection which had risen above the waist band of my shorts. Sighs, moans and even whimpers spilled into my mouth and I knew I was leaking on her exposed midriff.

I broke our kiss and returned her gently to her back. Her arms fell above her head and her thighs fell akimbo. The draw was so painful in its power I had to close my eyes. I had never seen such flawless skin, a truly golden tan that was completely even on her face, arms, perfectly flat abs that were on display where the satin parted and fell to her sides. Those thighs, curved with the fullness of an athlete and her defined calves continued with the same evenness all the way to her small feet and their perfectly pedicured toes.

I could feel her trembling as I lay on my side, propped up on my left arm. Her pale blue eyes were wide and almost white, a tear slipped down her cheek and her perfect teeth bit on the side of her lower lip. I Turned my torso so I could look down on her, I allowed my right thigh to slip over her leg and her foot turned to wrap onto my calf. My groin was at her stomach and my oozing dick stained the satin between her tits. "Honey, what's wrong?"

Her breath had quickened and she had parted her glistening lips, licking occasionally. "Nothing's wrong daddy, I'm happy." Her voice cracked slightly and she paused to take a deep breath, "Please love me. Kiss me. I want you in me, part of me like you were for mom and Aunt Connie." Obviously, I had managed to fuck her up somewhere along the way.

I bent at the shoulders to lower my head and kissed her. As our tongues intertwined and she moaned into my mouth, I slipped down for better access and as my groin slid onto her hip, the exposed quarter of my cock slid around her flat stomach and her abs jerked with the hot slimy fluid I was trailing. The heat shot through my pons, through my cock and into my balls from the skin to skin contact.

BURNING SHIPS

I lifted up on my elbows and Erin glanced down with a gasp as she realized the gravity of what my size and hardness meant to what seemed an inevitability. I swallowed too as I followed her gaze and the reality of her small stature of this young adult woman wanting THAT to enter her hit me. I brought my hands up to her front and slowly undid the first button of her shimmering, white satin pajamas shirt. Her breath quickened and a sharp intake of air made me look at her face to see whether she was okay. She forced a quick, closed mouth smile and nodded before parting her moist lips to accommodate her deep breathing.

Her trembling was almost shaking the bed by the time the third and last button was unfastened. I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her softly before lifting up and sliding my hands down the sides of her neck and under the shirt at her shoulders. I softly caressed her shoulders while raising my wrists slightly and the satin smoothly slide from her sculpted and golden shoulders. The front of the unfastened blouse followed and fell away from her flat stomach and exposed her flawless small breasts. I choked on my own saliva as I saw the actual beauty that had been teased by her choice of clothes. My aching erection lurched and I felt a surge of slippery precum spill on to her heated and quivering abdomen.

I couldn't believe the absolute perfection and beauty of her upstanding breasts. As light of a tan as Erin sported, they stood in stark and shocking contrast with their pure white unblemished smoothness. Her bee sting nipples and small aureolas were a pale, almost indiscernible pink. But their puckering and hardening shot a charge through my core and I humped at her, sliding my leaking head across her stomach. A kind of sobbing laugh escaped her lips when I slid my hands up to cup the underside of those mouth watering breasts and strummed the stiffening pebbles with my thumbs. She jerked under me and through her head back. The whole body effect of my touch told me her nipples were hypersensitive, like her mother. I used to make Moira cum, just squeezing her small tits and assaulting her nipples with my mouth and fingers. I wondered if I would be able to do the same with Erin. Oh, how I wanted to see her fresh young face contorted in orgasm until she couldn't stand it any more.

I leaned down to kiss her again and slid my right hand across her slippery abdomen, down past her hip and then upwards along the inside of her flexing thigh. Kind of a staccato laugh/sob went into my open mouth as the edge of my hand pressed into her pudenda and pressed the fabric into her slit. Her pelvis bucked and Erin twisted one fist into the sheet and the other into my hair. I grunted with the pain from my hair being pulled and the convulsive jerking of her belly against my twitching erection. I began to saw the edge of my hand along the divide between her legs and felt her pajamas shorts dampen as she pulled my mouth away from hers.

She cried out as the silken fabric chafed at her labia and clit. "FUCK!" And she began grunting while she pushed her pelvis up to increase the force of my ministrations. She suddenly sucked in a sharp breath and tensed, a quiver passed through her hardened abdomen and strong thighs. The crotch of her pants became warm and wet. Her sweet and innocent face dropping an "F" bomb as she shuddered through an orgasm with only the minimum of contact drove me mad.

Her face shined with perspiration as that climax passed and I smiled imagining how wrecked she was going to be after I brought her to climaxes making Hiroshima look like a firecracker. If she was that responsive she was going to be a blubbering mess by the time I was done with her. The whisper of conscience that kept reminding me that this was my daughter, my charge was snuffed out and my sweet, fresh little girl was a conquest. Illegality, the abberancy and misanthropic departure from all that was normal or even human was pushed out completely. A low growl rumbled through my throat as I wrested her hands from my hair and sheet to slam them down over her head. Pinned at the wrists I pulled my right hand up and went beneath the waistband of her bottoms. My hand slid across a smooth sex confirming what I suspected when she wore that too small bikini. My middle finger slipped between the folds of her labia into a fountain pouring warm fluids from her vagina.

I pressed my finger down and crushed her clit while simultaneously circling the impossibly small opening to her sex. She screamed and thrust her hips up as she arched her neck. Her smooth throat exposed itself, flawless in its perfection and vulnerable. I attacked it with my mouth. Sucking and gnawing as she bounced around under me and sobbed from my assault on her dripping sex and inflamed clitoris. I tasted copper and pulled free from my ravenous attack on her throat. A deep purple bruise was already forming as tiny pin points of blood revealed themselves through the pores.

"I'm going to mark you," I growled and a flash of fear mixed with excitement emblazoned her eyes. A quick, momentary smile passed before she moaned when I released her wrists and pulled her head back by the hair. Her body jerked and lurched under me as I fastened to the other side of her throat and a sobbing cry started softly to crescendo in an all out scream when her second orgasm hit her. Much harder than the last one, she convulsed and beat the sheets as I continued to assail her sensitive sex and chewed on her throat. I was thankful we lived on such an expansive property lest the cops be called.

I began gently squeezing her engorged clit with my finger and thumb. She was racked with another intense cum before the first had subsided. I lifted my mouth, and admired my branding of her previously unblemished throat as I casually slid my finger back and forth between her slippery labia and enjoying her gasps and sudden painful jerks whenever I flicked her clit.

She was exhausted and was a painfully erotic picture with her entire frame glossed with sweat, the darkening reminders of the damage I did to her throat. She was inarticulately begging me to stop and my hand was soaked as were her shorts and the sheet where she lay. I slowly withdrew my hand and couldn't resist strumming her clitoris on the way out. I smiled at the whimpering convulsive jerk that followed.

I caressed her head as she studied me from beneath heavily lidded eyes. I slid my thumb across her full lips and she kissed it before I replaced it with the dripping finger that had just been torturing her. Her lips became glossy with her own juices and a tentative tongue flicked out to lick them. I could see her pulse bounding in her neck and her chest still heaved as she slowly came down. "Daddy, I... I love you daddy," her voice was meek and a little hoarse. "Please take me daddy, I'm ready."

I smiled warmly at her, she had no idea where I was going to take her before we ever thought about the problem of my size and her smallness. I stood on the bed by her side and slid my shorts down my legs and stepped out of them. I stood by her shoulder as I looked down for a moment as a drip of precum hung like a drop of honey before a twitch flung it up to splatter on her right tit. Her eyes grew wide as she contemplated the damage I might do. I just assumed that when she reached her age and was at a college full of young athletes, that she'd at least been introduced to sex, so I felt there was a good chance that she could endure my penetration like her mom did all those years ago. I would be cautious I told myself, gentle I told myself.

I went to my knees and straddled her legs. I caressed those powerful thighs before sliding my hand under her pronounced and firm ass. My fingers curled under her waist band and I began to slide her bottoms downward. Erin lifted her pelvis to allow me past her rounded buttocks and the thin white lines along her hips came into view before the bright white of her pudenda, smooth and naked came into view. I felt a surge of precum that landed wetly on her hip. She jumped like she'd been shocked. The crotch of her shorts were damp and the gusset was slick with her juices. She was so smooth, no remnants of shaving or any indication hair had ever grown there. I reveled in the innocent beauty of what had to be a barely touched, unblemished and completely hairless sex.

Her labia barely peeked out from her crack and glistened with wetness. As inflamed as they had to be, I speculated that they'd be completely hidden had they not just been assaulted with her multiple climaxes. It was an automatic move when my hand slid up her left calf, around to her golden thigh that so starkly contrasted her sex that had been shielded from the sun. She watched closely as I teased my hand around the white triangle eliciting tiny gasps as my thick fingers stroked each new section of her ticklish hips and twitching stomach. I had to lay my hand on this amazing sight and she squeaked before letting out a sobbing gasp. My hand slid down and my middle finger splayed her labia and she cried out as the pad tapped her painfully sensitive clitoris.

I marveled at the erotic and mesmerizing vision as I held her flawless sex in my hand, the slight sound of squelching against my finger and I mindlessly whispered, "So smooth. How?" I did not mean to speak my thoughts.

Erin's breathing had slowed but every little move of my finger caused her to quietly sob and jerk her hips. She was so beautiful and erotic, shining with sweat, her light golden flesh exposed to my sight and the smell of her fresh and seeping sex. She reached to pull my hand away and I reluctantly allowed her, she replaced it on her breast and I massaged it and strummed her nipple causing her to breathe deeply and sharply before exhaling in rapid fire and tremulous puffs. "Aunt Connie taught me to wax because I wear so much whITE!" A gentle tug on her nipple caused her to jerk her shoulders up and straighten her legs. "Please," she whimpered as she clamped her hand over mine. Her nervous system was on fire. In between rapid breaths she went on to explain how after a while, the hair there, on her legs or under her arms came in sparser and finer each time.

"Connie taught you?" I suddenly remembered how smooth hers was when I slept with her after the funeral.

"I like to wear white, I don't like to shave." She moved my hand from her tit and brought it to the side of her face before moving to her lips to kiss the palm and suckle the middle finger. She had to be tasting herself. The skin had dried but it had been glossy with her silky fluid when she had taken it from between her spasming labia.

I know my expression was one of being dumbfounded, "Connie taught you?" I was wondering what else she had taught my daughter, "But baby, that had to be painful."

She smiled slyly, just a moment that I almost missed. She replaced my hand with spittle covered fingers on her other tit and moaned as I began to manipulate the pebble hard nipple and proud, supple mound. "Maybe I liked it," I was stunned and my hand froze, "and I liked the results... they turned me on. Aunt Connie helped me at first, and taught me how to do it on her." My mouth was dry and my dick twitched, flinging another thread like sliver of precum onto her tummy. The implication was lurid but it excited me too in some twisted way. "And she told me you liked it. Do you?" What the fuck was Connie doing with my daughter?!? I was so stunned all I could do was give a shake to my head and shrug like I didn't understand, "Do you like it daddy?" And she looked at me with such a sultry expression, her eyes lidded and her wet mouth parted slightly. It was such a paradox. A face so young, clean and even innocent wearing the expression that beguiled me so completely I was afraid of cumming if I didn't move.

She spread her thighs wide as I leaned forward to offer herself to my raging hardon but looked surprised when I laid my cock and balls on her thigh instead of rolling between her open legs. I attacked her tits, ravenously sucking and chewing one nipple, mauling the other tit and pulling on its nipple as blood began to darken them as they became more engorged. My right hand went back to her tender cunt and she tried to clamp her legs together being frustrated by my knee blocking her left thigh. She threw her head back and cried out in painful ecstasy as her entire nervous system overloaded. Her pelvis was bouncing around trying to avoid the assault and she was beating small fists against my back as I left the purple and swollen nipple I had been mouthing and clamped on the other. I was going to have her, own her, mark her as mine. She was sobbing openly as her body was wrecked by the painful climax that hit her from all directions. I lifted as her convulsions subsided and looked at her, she had fainted so I went back down and suckled on a milk white tit until a bruise appeared like on her throat. She was groaning as she started to stir. A raspy, "Daddy?" I lifted to look at her flushed face, tears marking silver trails through her sweat, "Will you fuck me now?"

"I don't know if you could take it, your mom suffered a lot to love me and she was, well she was experienced. Even Connie has a difficult time and she's taller and has had two kids." Nonetheless I had moved between her outspread legs and laid my nuts at her cunt and the bottle thick cock landed above her navel with a splat.

"I'm old enough to know what I want daddy," her voice was barely audible and her eyes struggled to stay open, "I want you, no I need you to love me. Mom knew that." I felt like someone had hit me in the back of the head with a bat. Connie and now Moira? What the fuck was wrong with these people? The irony wasn't lost on me that I was pondering that while laying between the out spread legs of my petite teenage daughter with my frighteningly disproportionate erection drooling precum all over her belly. But my entire reality fractured and yet my ardor surged. Who was truly the one who was completely fucked up here?

Though I accepted a teenager and college graduate may have had more than a few lovers, I still resented some college kid touching my daughter. And she still looked so pure despite the wickedness of our situation and the implications of her revelations about my sister. I raised my hips and pushed up on my arms and loomed over her. My dick slid down her tummy leaving a trail of slippery precum that oozed into Erin's vulnerable slit. Erin trembled in anticipation then looked confused when she felt the dripping head of my cock sliding off of her sex and my continued retreat. I pushed her thighs further apart and slipped my hands under that wonderfully tight ass before I settled in to taste this enticing treat being offered. She lifted her head and her eyes widened as she realized what I was doing.

She whimpered, almost sobbed when she felt my thumbs slide up from under her buttocks and ply the vulva apart. Finally, her swollen and previously hidden labia flowered sightly. Erin cried out and bucked under me when I first drug my tongue up through her lips and kissed her clitoris. "NO DADDY! Ahhhhhhgh..." her cries descended into a moaning gurgle and she began pushing and beating on my shoulders as I fucked her with my tongue and suckled on her painfully engorged clit. I cruelly enjoyed torturing her with pleasure beyond agony like I did her mom. She was sobbing, hollering between sobs and clamping my head between her powerful thighs. Her taste was light, fresh and not as strong as many women I had eaten, including her mom or my sister. I was focused on sucking and working her clit with my mouth and my right thumb was sliding between her labia and dipping into her impossibly small opening.

Her heels were pounding me in the back and she had one fist in my hair while hitting me trying to drive me off of her and end the ravishment of her abused labia and clit. She was bucking her hips and the rapid fire screams were echoing throughout the room and likely the entire house. Erin's heels went still and dug into my back and as she arched her back as a long and guttural cry built in her throat. I slid my pussy soaked thumb down her crack and pressed into her clamped rectum, sinking it almost to the second knuckle. Her spasming ass clenched the invading digit and she began convulsing. Suddenly her thighs fell open and her pelvis collapsed as she went still, occasionally jerking as I dipped my tongue into her middle and licked across her throbbing clit while fucking her ass with my thick thumb. I lifted up to look at her lying there, limp with her head to the side. Her face was partially obscured by sweat soaked hair that adhered to its side.

Her flawless skin, save for my angry marks, now was blemished by patchy redness across her chest and face. I lightly drug a finger through her slit and slid over her engorged clit as I began to move upward again and a shudder began at her shoulders and traveled through her pelvis. A barely audible moan came from her nearly comatose body. She was drenched in sweat and I crawled up on my elbows and turned her face up and pushed the hair from her oh so sexy face. Nothing made my dick surge more than the face of a woman, exhausted from having her nervous system shorted out by my orgasmic torture. That this face was so beautiful, so "innocent" and that she was my daughter caused a surge that made me fear I'd spill my seed before I even had a chance to violate her with her my throbbing cock.

I cupped her face in my hands and bent down to kiss her relaxed and moist mouth and she barely responded mith a soft moan that sounded more like a sigh. I pushed up more and felt it! The tip and oozing eye of my expectant cock seated between her splayed labia and nested at her too small of an opening. I pressed and felt the fleshy tip deform and the eye dilated uncomfortably. A very weak groan emanated from Erin's chest as her head slowly stirred. I framed her flushed and shining face and kissed her lips, cheek and eyelid, tasting the salty sweat all the way. I slid my face to the side of hers, kissed her ear wetly and whispered, "Erin? Baby, can you hear me?"

Her lips closed and I heard her tired sounding, "Mmm Hmm."

"Baby, I want to come into you. Do you understand? I want you, I want you now." She flexed her pelvis squishing the tip of my head and causing another outpouring of precum to mingle with the silky fountain that soaked her cunt, ran down the underside of my shaft and down to pool on the sheet below her ass. I kissed her and moved to the corner of her mouth and she responded kissing the side of mine. Her eyes fluttered and she opened them so very slightly.

Her chest heaved with every deep breath, her exhaustion was complete and despite my urge to rip into her, I relaxed the pressure. "No daddy," it was a barely audible hiss, "Fuck me daddy. You evil bastard, fuck me now... please!" She started crying.

I don't know, looking back, whether I would have relented even if she hadn't come to is doubtful. I was way past any human decency or pro***********ion of fucking my only child. I increased the pressure once again and gyrated trying to ply open the impossibly narrow entrance. My dick would strain and then the head would slip free several times, flinging our mixed fluids onto her tummy and even her breasts. I was straining and Erin's breathing became rapid as I increased purchase. The breathing was punctuated with grunts as the tension built before the tip breaking free. I should have stopped altogether or at least sought to relieve myself on her but my depravity knew no limits. I was determined to ruin this small woman, my own fucking daughter.

It was getting harder to keep seated at her opening with how slippery we had become. But the next time I reseated, I grit my teeth and pushed hard. The leaking tip deformed and was squashed inside just as I growled and put my weight behind my threatening shaft and a sudden pop and I felt like a rubber band had snapped behind the corona and strangled the shaft behind it. The pressure was incredible and I could feel a backing up of precum in my urethra. Erin's eyes snapped open, her neck arched as she opened her mouth as if to scream but only a squeak escaped. She started panting through pursed lips as if she was breathing through the pain. Her hands found my sweaty forearms and squeezed hard. She strained to lift her head and look down between us. Finally she let out a long moan and I held my place waiting to see if she could even tolerate this and doubt filled her eyes, "Daddy?"

We had long ago destroyed any line between normalcy and complete depravity but I still asked her, "Erin baby, you're too small. I need to stop. Is that what you want?" I wanted her to ask for it, despite her tears streaming down and knowing full well I probably wouldn't have stopped anyway. Her "daddy" was gone and in his stead was the man that wanted to open her completely, ruin her for any man and confident any previous lovers would be forgotten.

When Erin shook her head quickly and with a voice raspy from her previous screams, "Do it daddy! It hurts, please hurry. I want you, I've dreamed of this..." And she threw her head back with a blood curdling scream as I tore into her a few more inches and she collapsed with a sob, barely able to speak through her sobs. "Daddy you're splitting me apart!"

That should have been the point where I came to my senses but I was at the point where I was bent on sating my drive, even if it meant raping my diminutive daughter. I shoved hard and gained another couple inches where she began beating my chest. I pulled back, looking down between us as she lifted her pelvis and groaned as I pulled from her, her cunt clawing back and stretching those fresh youthful labia to blanched, tissue thin membranes clinging to my slick rod. Streaks of blood mixed with the thick layer of fluids and I thought I truly was ripping her open. I pushed back in with a torturously slow drive toward her womb's entrance. The labia rolled inwards as did her swollen clit causing her to shake and cry out with a sobbing sound that sounded like a demonic laugh. Like Cortes, I had set our ships alight. Whatever was to become of us, there would never be a return to being daddy and daughter.

FUCKING ERIN, HURTING ERIN

The streaks of blood made me think she must've fucked dinks. As difficult as it had been for her mother that first time, as much discomfort and even pain as she endured, her constricting cunt yielded slowly without actual injury. But I didn't care, I was going to have Erin's body and I jabbed back in another difficult inch eliciting another cry and starting another episode of her thrashing underneath my impaling monster. I started short, jabs and pushes. Her complaints and cries were belied by her hands clawing the small of my back and her jerking her pelvis up into my short violent stabs. How I didn't cum when I first touched her I don't know but I finally ran into her cervix and pressed hard against it. She grunted like I'd punched her in the stomach and I marveled at only being 2/3 inside of her painfully constricting tunnel. Her mom took almost 3/4 our first time.

"OH FUCK!" She screamed as I started pulling half way back to her opening and slamming into her womb's entrance hard. The bump rising in her belly with every violent crash into her cervix drove me insane. Erin thrashed around under me, trying to take more and trying to escape my ruinous thrusts into her very core. "Dadddyyyyy! You're killing meeee..." and I slammed into her cervix and pressed hard, screwing at the rubbery mound and trying to split it open too. Sweat poured off of her body and tears poured from her eyes yet she kept her hands clamped to my back and her heels kept spurring my thighs.

"Aaaaaaaaagh!" She bellowed as I pulled nearly all the way out and slammed into her with all my weight. She fainted and unconscious puffs of air were forced from her slack mouth as I continued raping her unconscious body. She began to stir with whimpers and sobs as I continued to drive into her with deliberate thrusts and crushing her cervix with each drive into her womb's barrier. She was openly sobbing at the ravishment but insisted I go on, "Daddy... ungh... please... ow,ow,ow... finish me.... umph." She fought to catch her breath.

"Erin, I'm going to open you like never before. I'm going to fuck my little girl until she can't walk." I punctuated every word with another slamming into her bruised cervix. The perversity of saying those profane words to the young woman, my daughter beneath me caused a scalding warning shot of cum to splash at her womb's entrance.

She had gone limp, only the pained sobs from my plowing let me know she was still conscious. Her face was screwed up in agony, her sobs loud and her eyes red having been cried out but a thin smile was on her face. "Never before," she grunted, and screeched between sobs, "Daddy, you're my first..." and her head flew back with a loud wail as I continued punching at her uterus from the inside.

I felt my balls begin to roil, I think it was the almost painful tightness that had bought these few minutes. I became enraged, somewhere between the incredible taboo that was being broken and the anger at my lack of faithfulness, I began to take it out on my helpless daughter. I'd pull until my tip was just inside and rip back into her wounded vagina and crush her cervix back into itself. I displaced enough that I managed to push almost 3/4 of the way inside, the obscene bulge below her navel slamming at her abdominal wall like a horrible creature trying to tear its way out. I wanted to go into her womb but I was being frustrated by her previously unopened and unyielding cervix. It was being brutally battered and her sobs were now weakened whimpers and cries as I began to jack hammer into her, tearing and pulling at her insanely tight cunt as my orgasm rose.

A flash of what I was doing, fucking my inexperienced and unprotected daughter, shot through my mind as I lay on her, crushing her face into my chest as she clawed at my shoulders. I was going to have her, all of her. That's what she wanted and what that's I had to have, incest be damned. I slammed into her one last time and pressed hard at her cervical opening as a painful jet of my thick cum was forcefully injected and had to push through the tiny opening. Once that first jet had been shot into her, more came behind it. Needle thin streams shot through and around her cervix, each painful and each incredibly forceful. Several went through the hole that was kissing the tip of my constricted cock head but most soaked her cervix and vaginal walls. The never ending ejaculate forced its way past the seal and down my shaft, causing Erin to cry out, "It burns daddy, it burns."

"Good," I growled, "You wanted this. Take it you little cunt." I wanted it to burn, I wanted it to hurt her. As much as I loved her, she had tempted me, driven me past caring about anything but fucking her small body and filling it with my seed. She'd made me want to brutalize her and her clawing of my back and heels that had resumed battering the back of my thighs told me she was getting exactly what she wanted, what she needed. Even calling her that most profane thing one could call a girl caused her to force her face against my crushing chest and suck on a nipple. But love her as much as I did, right now she was just a cunt, a receptacle for months of pent up need.

The ejaculation became painful as the balloon of cum that surrounded the head of her father's cock caused me to pull back and she sobbed at being turned inside out as I pulled my hard on from her ruined pussy. A rivulet of cum, tinged with blood followed my withdrawal and my cock sprung upward as all of the backed up cum spilled onto her swollen pudenda, across her stomach to splatter across her tit and onto her bruised throat. She gasped as the salty spend stung the injuries my mouth had left behind. I rose to my knees, straddled her ribs and milked the last few dollops of thick semen onto her face, lips and chin.

She looked at me through heavily lidded eyes, a weak smile crossed her lips paradoxical to the pained groan that accompanied her hands's pressing her stomach just below her navel. My cock hung heavily, never going completely down and it jerked as I watched her massage her battered uterus and smearing the thick ropes of cum. My semi erect cock jumped and another errant drop splashed onto her forearm while I stood over her. I couldn't help myself, I had to grab my phone and preserve this initial and obscene vision of complete debauchery that lay in front of me. Her stark white tits with there swollen nipples and the mark of my mouth stood in stark contrast to her golden tan. Likewise, the white triangle of her crotch stood out against her tan abdomen, thighs and battered labia.

She moaned as I took pictures of her body, face and hair soaked with sweat still rubbing her lower tummy. Blotchy red patches showed a fevered face and blushing chest. The gloss of the sweat was marked by tracks of her tears down the sides of her face and the pure obscenity of congealing cum at her slit, pubic bone, squishing through her fingers and lashed across her abdomen, tits and throat made me feel blood rushing back to my spent and heavy cock.

Some of the cum on her lips was sliding into her parted mouth and her light pink tongue flicked some inside just as I was clicking the shot. I knelt by her side and laid the crown of my hanging dick next to her mouth to shoot it next to her cum stained mouth and face. She looked at me through slits and laved the tip with her tongue and kissed it again, just as I was clicking. I slid the semi stiff member and sensitive head through her battered labia and onto her clit. Erin's eyes shot open and she cried out at the unwelcome assault on her injured sex. My heavy thick cock arched downward in its semi hardness and her swollen labia remained flowered and wet with her fluids and my cum. I pressed the tip against her bruised opening and pressed in a few inches, to where her hymen had been torn away. "Aaaaaagh, you fucking bastard!"

I short stroked just a few inches as my cock got new life in it, "Shut up Erin! You wanted me to take you. This is what that looks like." I was jack rabbiting into her as she cried and grunted, fighting the urge to pound her womb again. After all of that it still only took a few seconds before another load came rushing up through my shaft. I pulled back with just the head inside and poured more ropes of my thick seed into her quivering cunt until it slowed and I pulled free to drip on her slit. I stopped to watch the river of cum pour out and down her crack to soak the sheet under her ass. She lay there, moaning and slowly drifted off. I pulled the sheet over her, not bothering to help her clean up or anything. I left my ruined daughter to go shower.

ERIN'S NEED

I sat on the bench in the rear of the walk-in rainfall shower after washing up and shaving. I contemplated what I had done to my young daughter but instead of guilt; I found myself smiling and lazily stroking myself as I sipped the whisky I had brought in with me. I knew she'd be really hurting for a while, just like her mom did that first night but probably worse. What I didn't know, despite her wanting her father to take her, is whether she could take it nor did I know what she would do; whether she wouldn't leave me. Yes she wanted me to fuck her but she didn't know what it would do to her. She didn't know what it would do to me or how my depravity would make me into a monster that would rape his own daughter.

I almost felt her presence with the sound change and air movement in the thick steam so I opened my eyes. Erin stood there, on the edge of the rainfall spray and her eyes were wide and tentative as the water pelted her shoulder and the side of her face splattering the gelled cum globules and sending them sliding over her right tit and off. "Daddy?" her voice was soft, "Can I come in with you?" I offered her a half smile and nodded.

I winced as I saw her pained grunts and labored, bow legged steps. Cum was smeared all over her front and down the insides of her thighs. The silvery glaze softened and started to slide down her legs and off, along with the streaks and smear of blood, as she passed under the streams. I had hoped her college experiences had prepared her a little at least, like her mom's previous lovers, but I had not prepared for the thought she actually was a virgin when I ravished her short body. When she got to me I reached up and touched her face, sliding her wet hair from her lips and cheek. The whole picture made her look both innocent and whorish, like "Pretty Baby". I turned to lift the bottle and poured more whisky in the plastic tumbler and handed it to her.

I hadn't said a word to her since she came in but as she lifted the glass and I saw her head tilt back with her throat working, the hickeys I left looked truly angry yet erotic, "Oh baby, sit with me, let me clean you." She drained the few ounces and shuddered before handing the glass to me. I expected her to sit on the bench next to me but she settled on my lap with a hiss as her tender sex settled on the top of my hanging shaft. It jumped. I poured her another couple of ounces and handed it to her before reaching for the body wash and lathering up some in my hands. There wasn't anywhere I could touch her that didn't short circuit her nervous system. But I was as gentle as I could be as I lathered her hair, neck, back, face and tits before getting more in my hands.

She winced, hissed and whimpered as I washed her all over, avoiding her battered sex until I couldn't anymore. She sobbed when I made contact but I slowly washed around and between her labia. I told her to bear with me as I began to wash her hole and clit area. I stood with her, holding her up on weak legs as she grunted and eased her under the full stream and just let the water cascade over her. I turned her and tilted her head back as I ran my fingers through her hair to help rinse the suds clean. I then pulled her to me and just stood, holding her with her tits smashed against my abs and her face sideways against my chest. "Are you ready to get out?"

"No daddy, I want to sit back down." She settled again on my lap, her tender sex split along the top of my semi hard shaft. "Daddy, do you love me?"

"Of course baby, more than anyone." I wondered where she was going.

"More than Aunt Connie?" I nodded. "More than mom?" My throat locked up, what a question. I couldn't separate the love of my daughter from the one that gave her to me. She changed tack, "Daddy, did you do those things to mom?"

I turned her head back to look at me, she whimpered with the change of her hips' position. "I was beguiled by your mom Erin, like she had me under a spell and yes, I did. That and more."

Erin turned to where she was sitting sideways on my lap and she could look up at me, "More? Did you like it?" I nodded slowly as I studied her pale blue eyes. "Did you like doing those things to me? Did you like hurting me?"

What an awkward conversation to be having with my daughter but not as awkward as sitting in the shower with her naked on your lap, aching from being ripped open by her father. "Honey, your mom loved the way I drove her insane," may as well go all in, "She loved for me to make her cum (we were way past couching our words) until she was a blubbering mess. She loved having her entire body used and she loved me so she endured the punishment of having me fuck her so that I could cum too." She was jerking and lurching in my lap as I was absent mindedly rubbing her tits and thumbing her still aching nipples. "I'm sorry sweetie, I'm the dad here and whatever else was fucked up, whatever else I fucked up; I was the one that needed to put a stop to it. But something is seriously wrong up here," I tapped my temple, "And somewhere along the line, before Connie but that was the line I crossed, I lost my inhibition about fucking family. For that I'm sorry. But you are so fucking beautiful, so beguiling that when we crossed that final taboo, I lost myself in fucking you like a whore. Not my sweet little girl. Hurting you was wrong, fuck me the whole thing was wrong. But I did like it and I can't take it back."

The conversation was too much and my cock had hardened under her thighs and she squirmed before sliding off with pain in her face and a sad groan before settling on her knees and looking back up. "I liked it too daddy, thank you." I guess my face was aghast since she giggled before moaning from jostling herself. She took my stiffened monster in her small hands, unable to close her fists around it and started slowly sliding them up and down. She leaned forward with a wince and kissed the eye making me feel like I stuck it in a light socket. "I am your daughter daddy, I always will be. And as far as the world is concerned, that's ALL we are. But momma knew how you were and she knew how much I wanted you. She told me to love you, to not let you be alone. She promised I could be yours, I could be your wife."

My heart was pounding and a thin silvery drop slid onto her tongue as she licked the last third of my length before laving the eye. She licked her lips and smiled. "Mom told me about things you used to do, it made me want you and I'd finger myself at night, calling your name. That's why I was so hurt the night of the funeral. It wasn't that you needed the release, it was that it wasn't me." Shit, the news just kept coming.

She looked as if she was going to start crying but a small sniffle was all before she leaned forward to tongue the eye of my jumping cock and straining her lips to take the head into her small mouth. She sensed my confusion that my daughter, a virgin until just a couple of hours ago was so good at working the head of my disproportionate hard on. It was such an obscene image, that massive tool in the mouth of such a small woman. She slurped off and continued to stroke, "Aunt Connie knew I didn't like anybody, she showed me how on her toy." Then she looked up, a wry half smile on her face, "Sometimes after she used it." I involuntarily thrust at her upturned face.

I groaned as her slippery hands rolled around the head of my cock, massaging it as precum poured out and over her hands before being splashed away by the falling waters. I burned inside at the revelation, visions of whipping Connie's ass for doing things with my little girl. "This is not a toy Erin, you need to stop."

She grinned wickedly as she kept pumping me near her face, "Daddy," she whined, "You just fucked me, tore me inside and came in me unprotected." She emphasized the "unprotected", knowing that tortured me from my balls into my very core. She leaned forward and sucked the head back in and worked her mouth lower until she gagged when it hit her tonsils. She started moving her tight suctioning mouth up and back, gagging and retching every time she pressed the end against the back of her throat.

I took her head in my hands but fought the urge to jam my meat down her tiny throat. She'd pause at the head, dip her tongue in the eye and suck on the very tip before taking it back in. "You really want this too?" She um hmm'd around my dick and I felt a surge of precum as she hit the back of her throat and coughed it all over my dick and pubic hair. She took a deep gurgling breath then went back down on me, slowly, sucking all the way to her throat's beginning. I felt my nuts pull up but when she tried to pull back I held her as she struggled, her entire abdomen heaved as she gagged and the first throbbing shot of cum splashed against her tonsils. She struggled to pull free and was heaving as I withdrew while the next shot ballooned her cheeks. She sputtered cum as I pulled out to watch rope after rope shoot into her hair and smother her face. I turned her loose and she went to her hands and knees coughing, tendrils of cum and saliva pooling under her face on the tile, only to be washed away.

I took her hair and pulled her upright as she cried and smeared the cum all over her face with my flagging cock, before it too washed away. Her chest was heaving and tears streamed to be diluted by the water. "Erin, if you want to be mine, if you hope to take your mother's place, you will always be available to me. Understand?" She nodded, a weird gleam behind her scared eyes. "I promise to make you cum until you can't breathe. I'll love you like my wife AND my daughter. But just like your mom, there will be other times when I'll need to use you." She actually showed a pained smile. "You are my daughter that I love. And I will love you as my wife. And I will have you as my whore."

I pulled her up and crushed her lips with mine, not even caring about the taste of myself on her tongue. She hugged my neck tightly as she pressed her tits into my chest and sobbed into my mouth, overcome by the emotion, intensity and pain from her violation. She finally pulled back and looked at me from bloodshot eyes that made the pale blue irises vivid. Her knees straddled my thighs and she lifted up, her soaked hair hanging around our faces. Her wet, full lips parted. She looked into my eyes from lidded, sultry eyes. Her words came out as a breath, "I love you daddy."

This was just the beginning of my second life. A life with my daughter, my wife.

WIFE 2.0 coming soon if this is well received.



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