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Introduction:

We decide that nudity is acceptable when we're alone together.
Chapter 3
It's Okay. We're Family.

I didn't know what to do. It was as if my mind ceased working at that moment. Here I was, completely naked, in front of my daughter! And worse, she was staring right at my cock!

It took about fifteen seconds before my mind finally managed to grasp the situation. Then I suddenly grabbed the towel and threw it in front of me.

"I'm sorry," said Kimmy with a frightened expression on her face. "Please don't hit me."

"Hit you?" I asked, stunned. "I'm not..." Then I managed to gain control of myself. I slipped back inside the bathroom and closed the door, then wrapped the towel around my waist. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, then opened the door and stepped into the bedroom.

"Daddy..." said Kimmy sheepishly.

"Kimmy, I want to get something straight right now. I'm never going to hit you. Ever. No matter what you do."

"But Troy did it all the time."

"I'm not Troy," I told her. I crossed the room and sat down on the bed next to her. "Listen to me carefully. He did a lot of things to you that you didn't like, but it was never, ever your fault. It was his. You did absolutely nothing wrong."

"But I..." she stammered. "I wasn't a good girl. I tried to be, but sometimes I burned the food, or broke something, or didn't get good grades at school. I'm not good for anything."

"That's not true!" I exclaimed. "Honey, Troy was the one who wasn't good for anything. He was a worthless excuse for a human being. Do you know what worthless people do to make themselves feel better?"

"What?"

"They try to make everyone around them feel even worse than they do. It's the only way they can feel good about themselves. Whatever Troy said to you, it was a lie. You are a wonderful girl."

"But I've never been good at anything."

"You're good at brightening up my day," I said with a smile.

"Really?" she asked.

"Absolutely. Even if you accidentally walked in on me when I wasn't expecting you, I'm happy to see you."

Kimmy broke down into tears then, throwing her arms around me and sobbing into my chest. I hugged her, and leaned down to kiss her on the top of her head.

"Things are going to be different around here, honey," I told her. "You deserve so much better than the life you had before."

"But Mom said it was my fault that she was stuck in a trailer park with no job and a mean boyfriend."

"Don't you believe it, sweetheart," I insisted. "Kimmy, if anyone's to blame, it's me."

"You?" she asked.

"Yes. You didn't ask to be born to a thirteen-year-old single mother who didn't love you. I was the one who traded your happiness for a moment of pleasure. I don't know whether to hate myself for it or not, because if I hadn't, you wouldn't even exist. But the only thing that matters is that you're with me now, and I'm going to work my hardest to make it up to you. From now on I want you to have the life that you've been dreaming about, the life you've been denied for so long."

"Thank you, Daddy," she smiled, no longer in tears but still holding on to me.

We embraced like that for a few more minutes, then she finally let go.

"So what did you want to see me about?" I asked.

She pointed to my desk, where I noticed a tray with two plates of food on it. It looked like bacon, eggs, toast with jam, and orange juice.

"You brought me breakfast?" I asked, and she nodded.

"I wanted to do something nice for you," she explained, "to thank you for taking me in. And then I screwed it up and embarrassed you."

"Oh, don't let that bother you," I told her. "I'm touched, really. You're so sweet, Kimmy," I said, putting an arm around her shoulder and kissing her on the cheek. Her eyes lit up with delight at the gesture.

"There are two plates there," I commented. "I take it you haven't eaten yet?"

She shook her head.

"Then let's both have breakfast in bed," I smiled. Kimmy grinned, then hopped up and retrieved the tray. I took it from her as she climbed into the bed, pulling the blankets over her legs. I slipped my legs under them as well, then placed the tray on both our laps.

As it turned out, Kimmy was a great cook. The eggs were over easy, just the way I liked them, the bacon was nice and crispy, and the toast wasn't too dark or too light. She had even squeezed the oranges herself to make the juice. Although I knew I had a couple of cans of concentrate in the freezer, I could tell the difference.

I put my free arm around her shoulder as we ate, and she scooted right up against my chest. She kept looking at me and smiling throughout the meal, saying nothing but merely enjoying my presence. I had to admit that I enjoyed hers just as much. Never before had any girl been this affectionate with me, not even my girlfriend.

I was just thinking that I liked it, when a drop of jam from the toast fell onto my chest. Before I could even reach for the napkin, Kimmy giggled and leaned over, surprising me by licking it off.

I shuddered at the touch; that felt way too good, even sexy. Kimmy winked at me with a grin on her face, making me wonder just how innocent it had been. Had it been any other girl, I would say she had done it to flirt with me.

I was still staring at her when she grabbed my hand, which was sticky with the jam. She raised it to her lips, then sucked the index finger into her mouth. The sight of her gazing and smiling at me as she sucked on my finger was almost too much, especially with the stimulation of her tongue on my fingertip. I felt myself starting to get hard, fortunately under the covers where she couldn't see it.

She took each of my fingers into her mouth in turn, never breaking eye contact with me. It was such a sexy gesture, I couldn't believe it. Of course, there was nothing overtly sexual about it; it was affectionate, a little intimate even. Of course, that could be said about just about everything she had said and done up to this point. Was she really flirting with me, or was it just simple affection between father and daughter?

"Now it's your turn," she grinned, releasing my hand and bringing hers up to my face.

For a moment I hesitated. I didn't know what to do. I had never been in the habit of licking other people's fingers; up to this point the idea would have seemed abhorrent. But it was different with Kimmy.

I slipped her index finger into my mouth and sucked on it. Kimmy giggled at the sensation. I had to admit, she tasted good. Or at the very least, the feel of her finger in my mouth was very pleasant. I followed her example, working on each finger one at a time. When I was done, though, I finished by kissing the back of her hand.

"Looks like we have no need for napkins," she joked, and I smiled.

A few minutes later we finished our breakfast, so I took the tray over to the desk. As I did so, Kimmy slid down beneath the covers and lay her head on the pillow.

"Can we go back to bed for a few minutes?" she asked.

"My, you're lazy," I teased.

"I just like sleeping with you," she replied.

I couldn't argue with that; I felt exactly the same way about her. However, there was the issue of our attire. We both wore only towels.

"Maybe you'd better go get some clothes on first," I told her.

"But then I would have to be away from you for a few minutes," she complained.

I chuckled. Well, I really did want to get back into bed with her, especially if she were willing to cuddle up next to me and rest her head again on my chest, this time with no shirt to separate me from her soft, delicate cheek.

By the time I made up my mind, I had already subconsciously crossed the room. I lifted up the blankets and climbed into bed.

Just like I had fantasized, Kimmy rolled over, put an arm across me and laid her head down on my chest. It felt ten times better than I had imagined. I sighed and closed my eyes, planning to just lie there for a few minutes and then get up.

***

I don't know how long I had been asleep, but something had changed. I could feel a different sensation, but through my half-asleep state I didn't know what it was. All I knew was that it felt very nice. I lay there for a while with this wonderful feeling all over my body, not wanting to move for fear of losing it.

Consciousness slowly returned, and I opened my eyes. Fortunately the feeling did not go away, and I smiled as I stared up at the ceiling, letting the grogginess slip away. Then I glanced down, and nearly gasped.

Kimmy had climbed completely on top of me, her tiny little body lying against my chest. That would have been fine except that somehow, both of our towels had come undone, and the wonderful feeling was the warmth and softness of her nude body pressed against my own!

She continued to sleep peacefully, a cute little half-smile on her lips and her cheek resting against my chest. Under normal circumstances, I loved to watch her sleep, but these were far from normal circumstances. I could feel every inch of her, from the ticklish softness of her hair to her smooth and hairless legs. I felt her delicately soft cheek, the tiny swelling of her underdeveloped breasts and the smooth, nearly hairless mound of her thigh, mere inches from my cock.

As I thought about it, I felt myself going hard. My cock began to swell, slipping up between her legs. By now I was at a near panic, wondering what I should do. Should I wake her up and tell her to get off of me? Should I lie here and pretend to be asleep so that once she woke she could put her towel back on without embarrassment?

It was already too late to hide my erection. Whatever happened, she would know that I was aroused. But maybe if I lay here and tried to think of something else, it would go down again. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on something, anything, but the feel of her nubile young teenage body. It didn't work.

She stirred, and I froze up, terrified. What if she woke right now? What if she felt my hardened member between her legs and thought I was trying to molest her like Troy had done? How could I ever look her in the eyes again?

Kimmy yawned, and I knew it was too late. I kept my eyes closed, hoping that she would think I was still asleep. Even a feeble excuse like claiming I was aroused because of an erotic dream might be able to save the situation. There would be a few moments of embarrassment, but no permanent harm done.

She began to move, leaving me with no doubt that she was awake. Any second now I expected her to scream, or cry, or even hit me, as soon as she realized what was going on.

"Daddy?" she asked quietly.

Reflexively, I opened my eyes. Instead of a hurt, confused, or angry look on her face, I saw only that same loving smile that she had worn almost constantly since I met her.

She leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Wake up, sleepyhead," she grinned.

I couldn't believe it! Somehow being naked with me didn't bother her at all. What was she thinking? How could she not be embarrassed about our predicament?

Actually, I was the one who was embarrassed. In order to mask my shame, I decided to continue to pretend that I had been asleep until she woke up.

"What..." I began, trying to sound surprised. "Why are we...? I'm sorry, Kimmy," I told her, trying to push her off of me.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and held on tightly. "Sorry about what?" she asked.

"Kimmy, let go. We shouldn't be..."

"Hug me first," she insisted.

"Hug you?" I asked, astonished.

"Just put your arms around me and give me a squeeze."

"But we're naked!"

"That makes it even better," she giggled.

"Kimmy, please. We shouldn't be doing this."

"Doing what?" she asked innocently. "I just want a hug from my daddy. That's all."

"What's gotten into you?" I demanded.

"What's gotten into you? Don't you like to hug me?"

"Well, yes, but not like this. Please, Kimmy. Put some clothes on first."

She laughed. "You don't have to be shy with me, Daddy. It's okay. We're family."

"What do you mean?"

"If you had raised me since I was a baby, you would have seen me naked plenty of times, right? And some families are open about nudity. In my class at my old school we had a girl who had moved there from Finland, and she said her family used to get in the sauna naked together all the time. So there's nothing wrong with it."

"I..." I stammered. In one sense, she had a point. The idea of a family being that open with each other really didn't bother me, at least on an intellectual level. I thought it was perfectly healthy if family members were that way with each other, as long as it didn't lead to incestuous relationships. So really, it was just my own dirty thoughts that made this wrong.

Without thinking, I slipped my arms around her waist and held her. She sighed, then kissed me on the cheek. "I'll tell you a secret," she said, then leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I love you, Daddy."

"And one day I'll love you too, honey," I replied. "Now don't you think it's time we got up?"

She released me and rose up, but instead of climbing off of me, she brought her knees forward so that she straddled my hips. My engorged cock stood straight up, resting against the crack of her ass.

For a moment I stared at her body. This was the first time I had seen it. For a young teenage girl, she was beyond stunning. Her breasts were still just gentle swellings on her chest with small, perfectly round nipples. Her slender waist was beginning to form into the graceful curves of womanhood. She had only the tiniest trace of peach fuzz between her legs, leaving me with an amazing view of her beautiful little cunt. God, it looked so beautiful! Now I felt envious of Troy. The man had actually experienced the pleasure of it wrapped around his cock. What an exquisite feeling that would be!

But that was something I knew I could never have. No matter how much I desired her, I had to restrain myself, or I would be no better than him. I could no longer deny my attraction to her; I admitted that I found her sexy. But that didn't mean I had to act on those feelings.

"So that's it then," she said.

"What?" I asked.

"Now we've both seen each other's bodies, so we don't have to let it bother us any more."

"I... I suppose you're right," I said, at least partly excited that she didn't mind being naked with me. It meant we would probably have plenty of opportunities like this later.

"Daddy, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, dear."

"Why do you have a boner?"

My embarrassment, which had mostly subsided once I found out that it didn't bother her, returned full force, and I found myself growing red.

"I... well..." I stammered, not knowing what to tell her. Should I admit the truth? Should I make up an excuse?

Considering her past history, she probably knew more than I thought, so she would probably be able to detect the lie. I decided to be honest with her.

"Because you're a beautiful, naked girl," I said, "and I'm a man. I really don't have any control over it."

"I'm doing it to you?" she asked.

"Well, yes."

"Does that mean you think I'm sexy?"

"Um... yes," I replied.

She giggled. "I think you're sexy too," she said.

"Kimmy!" I exclaimed.

"What, Daddy? You're telling the truth, so I'm telling the truth, that's all. It's okay. You don't have to lecture me on how it would be wrong because I'm only thirteen and I'm your daughter. I know all that. I just think we should admit our feelings even if we don't act on them. That way we won't ever have to guess at what the other one is thinking."

"You're probably right, but I don't know if I'm really all that comfortable being that open with my feelings."

"Why not? The reason why people play those games is because they like someone but are afraid of being rejected. But we're family, so we don't have to worry about that. We already know there's a limit to what we can do with each other."

I sighed. "Okay, that's a good point."

"So tell me how you feel about me, Daddy."

"Well... I... that is... I like..."

Kimmy giggled. "Would it help if I go first?" she asked, and I nodded in relief.

She put her hands on my shoulders and started to gently pull. "Sit up," she said.

Confused as to what she meant, I rose up to a sitting position. This had the unfortunate effect of pushing her down onto my lap, and she ended up sitting right on top of my engorged cock.

"Oh god," I groaned, but she paid no attention.

"Yesterday was really overwhelming for me," she said. "With the shock of meeting my father for the first time and knowing that I was starting a new life with you, I really didn't know what to think. The only thing I knew was that I love you.

"You were so sweet to me yesterday, Daddy. I don't know how I could have gotten through it without you being so nice, and gentle, and caring. No one's ever treated me like that before, but I used to dream about it all the time. I used to dream about you. Oh, you had a different face in my dreams, but it was still you. It turned out that in real life you're every bit as caring and loving and huggable as in my dreams."

"Well, I have to admit, I've been trying extra hard because I want you to like me," I smiled.

"I do like you," she replied. "I told you I love you. Maybe it was just the dream version of you that I loved at first, but now that I know what you're like, I love the real you."

"Thank you, sweetheart. That means a lot to me."

"And I'll admit, you're a lot more handsome than in my dreams," she grinned. "I really do think you're sexy. You've got nice, strong muscles."

"The better to protect you with," I told her.

She laughed. "I've heard that line before, and I know how the story ends."

"Don't worry, I'm not going to eat you," I grinned.

She put a hand on my arm, just below the shoulder, and I thrilled at the touch. "See, your arms are nice and strong. They're so sexy." Her hand strayed to my chest. "And this is even better," she said, then lowered her hand to my washboard abs. "And this is almost the best of all," she grinned.

I suddenly panicked and grabbed her hand as I thought of where she might go next. "Um, maybe you shouldn't..."

She laughed. "Don't worry, I'm not going to touch you there," she said. "But as long as we're being completely honest with each other, I think I really should tell you what I think of it."

She climbed off of my lap and sat down next to me, staring down between my legs. I felt I should try to put an end to this, but again I hesitated, not knowing how to handle the situation.

"I think that's the sexiest part of all," she said, and I found myself growing red again. "It's bigger than Troy's, and longer. I hated when he used to put it in me or make me suck on it, but I guess that was mostly because I felt ashamed to be giving pleasure to a man I hated so much. I grew to hate his thing. With you it's a lot different. I know you would never hurt me, and so I don't see it as an enemy, and I can let myself think it's sexy. Especially when it's hard like that."

"Oh my god," I breathed.

"I'm just telling the truth," she smiled. "I just want to be honest with you, Daddy."

"I know. I'm just not comfortable with anyone talking to me like that, especially my daughter."

"Well then, it's your turn to talk about me. And don't leave anything out."

"Okay," I sighed. I might as well get this over with. "Before I met you, when Margaret Forrest first told me about you, I expected you to turn out to be some trashy girl with pierced lips and too much makeup and smoking a cigarette. I was going to tell you right to your face that I didn't want you.

"Then I saw you for the first time, and everything changed. I realized that you were a girl that needed a father more than anything else in the world, and all of my objections to taking you home with me just vanished. I've been feeling lonely since my girlfriend left me a couple of weeks ago, and I want to feel needed again. I just about made the biggest mistake of my life in refusing you, and I'm glad I changed my mind, because I like you so much. I'm in love with your smile, and I love to hug you and sleep with you and wake up to your beautiful face in the morning. I'm starting to feel like my life has meaning again.

"I admit that I'm attracted to you. You're a beautiful girl, and you have a great body. I can see why Troy took advantage of you, but I still hate him for it. You're my daughter, Kimmy, and you deserve so much better than that. I just hope I can give you what you need."

"Does that mean you love me?" she asked hopefully.

"No. Not yet. But I like you a hell of a lot, and that's after spending less than a day with you, so I'm sure it won't be much longer. You just keep being as cute and sweet and adorable as you've been so far, and I'll come around soon enough."

She grinned. "Thank you, Daddy."

"For what?"

"For being honest with me. That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"I guess it wasn't," I replied.

"So now we know where we stand."

"But... this changes things, doesn't it? I mean, we both admitted that we're attracted to each other."

"So what? We also both know we can't do anything about it, so there's no problem."

"But are you sure you trust me, Kimmy? I mean, after what you've been through, I wouldn't blame you if you were a little scared that I might try something that you wouldn't like."

She laughed. "Impossible," she grinned.

"What?"

"I trust you completely. You're my daddy, after all."

"Okay. Then that's settled. Let's get up now. We have a big day ahead of us."

Kimmy smiled at me, then leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. She climbed up off of the bed and skipped out to the front room to her suitcase to find some clothes to wear, leaving me both confused and excited at the new changes in my life.
26 comments

anonymous readerReport

2012-12-21 16:17:33
I forgot to comnmet on the video link i gave,the Angelina Jolie’s Mission and the Maddox Chivan Children's Center video by ABC is very touching.. according to the report, its the very first time that the media was allowed to view what's inside, what's going on in the center i love that inside, it showed that everyone is family, all the kids, the workers and the parents are helping each other the one that really touched my heart is the story of the boy who has AIDS and I think Tuberculosis (If I remember correctly) and he was so skinny, that his bones and skin are almost the same already but after he was admitted to the Maddox Chivan Children Center he's condition got better! and years passes he was now a 10 year old boy, loves to play soccer and he's health is very stable now! Gosh! It's a miracle! I love how Angie helped these people, help them change their lives for the better! And to think we didn't even knew about this! We only knew that she established a Children's Center in

anonymous readerReport

2012-07-24 04:54:13
film?I always thugoht that there is some sort of discrimination when it comes to action films as far as awarding is concerned. It’s always the drama movies that are given consideration. Very seldom on comedy ones, & none with action films.AJ is already known as a very good performer in acting. Her awards are mostly in her dramatic performances.She just happens to be so well known in action movies. Nevertheless, regardless of genre: drama, action or comedy, her brilliant acting ability is always noticeable.Her Salt performance is an example. It maybe an action film but she is still had some dramatic moments… and NOT just an actress acting out a scene…she makes us feel the scene. She makes us feel not staged but showcasing real emotions thus producing a very effective cinematic moment for the viewers…especially on scenes with less speaking lines and let her facial reactions do the talking.For this year, i have a favorite scene from her movie Salt (I’ve not seen the Tourist yet)

annasdaddyReport

2012-03-20 13:33:00
I don't understand how your story can be so awesome and have such a crappy rating? It's well paced, the dialogue flows, it's easy to identify with the characters and it's sexy as sin. What more could you want from incest erotica? Jesus people.

anonymous readerReport

2012-02-11 19:54:08
Zasbbo The author deserves for the monument:D

anonymous readerReport

2011-07-01 11:30:13
Very Great Storyteller

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