Incest/Taboo The Lancaster Twins

If you are not familiar with the Lancaster Twins saga, this episode will not stand on its own. It won't make sense if you haven't read the other episodes. Thanks to everyone who still follows this series. This episode occurs approximately 24 years after the others. All characters are at least 18 years of age.

Katie Lancaster examined herself in the mirror. She liked what she saw. She had inherited her golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes from her mother. She was tall, 5-10, like her Aunt Jennifer, and had inherited her shapely body and long, athletic legs. Her breasts were a solid B-cup -- not yet as big as Aunt Jen's. Because she was a basketball player, she didn't really want her boobs to get any bigger, fearing that they might inhibit her mobility and her jump-shot. Katie was proud of her body, though she didn't really wear clothing that emphasized her curves. She had been taught by her father to wear modest clothing in public and to try to be humble, even though, he told her, that she was the most beautiful girl in the county. She believed that he really thought that and didn't much care if anyone else did.

When her mom had died of cancer when Katie was 10 years old, they had moved out to the farm with her grandparents. Jack and his father had worked together until Tom felt that he was no longer up to it. They sold half of the farm, 100 acres, and all the cattle. Now Jack grew wheat and soybeans. He hired most of the work out to others, as he taught History at the high school, where Katie had attended.

Tom and Shana had bought a condo in town. Jack had feared that they, especially Tom, would miss the farm, but they had both started playing tennis and were involved in many other activities. They said they were having the time of their lives. They were only 20 miles away, so they visited often and Katie liked spending a lot of time with Shana. Shana had been, in effect, her mother since she was 8 years old when Katie's mother, Cathy, was diagnosed with breast cancer. They had all been devastated, but now Katie could barely remember her mother anymore. She just remembered that she was beautiful and kind and always smiled, even when she was sick. She knew that her mother had loved her more than anything on earth. She still wept sometimes, wishing that her Mom could be with her.

Katie had been dating for a couple of years, ever since she turned 16. Now she was 18 and had just graduated from high school. She had learned how to perform oral sex with her first boyfriend, even though she didn't even like him much. He had been insistent. She felt pressured and awkward, and wasn't about to let him feel of her budding breasts or reach into her panties. She didn't date him long. She talked to her grandmother, Shana, about it and admitted to her that she had done oral sex on a boy. Her grandmother advised her to avoid all sexual activity until she married -- that was the ideal. However, she understood that situations came up and she wanted Katie to be prepared. She talked to her frankly about sex and advised her to get on birth control, just in case. Katie was quite sure that she wasn't going to be having sexual intercourse, but she did as her grandmother advised.

About a year later, she had a more serious boyfriend, and at first didn't allow him access to her body either, though he practically begged her. She did perform oral sex on him, though he never mentioned reciprocating it. She had learned to like it okay, but she refused to let him finish in her mouth. Then he talked her into letting him fuck her. He didn't even try to take her bra off or play with her breasts. He just got her in the back seat, shoved it in and, a few seconds later shot off inside her. It was very painful and not the least bit arousing. There was nothing about the experience that she enjoyed and she didn't even want to think about it. She had given her virginity for THAT? She was disgusted with herself. She wasn't even turned on by seeing either of her boyfriend's penises. They didn't look as big as what she had expected. She assumed that their penises would grow and be bigger when they were grown men. Neither of them, she estimated, could have been longer than 6 inches and weren't much bigger around than a finger.

Katie didn't allow anything to come between her and basketball, and had hoped to get a scholarship to play at some college. She loved the game and felt that she was a good enough player that some team, somewhere, could use her. She had been disappointed, however. Two community colleges had told her that she could try to walk on, but didn't offer a scholarship. She was now resigned to the fact that her basketball playing days were over.

Katie and Jackson had lived alone in the big farmhouse since Katie was 15. Katie's bedroom was upstairs, in her Aunt Jennifer's old bedroom. Aunt Jen still kidded that she was just letting Katie "borrow" it. Katie thought that her Aunt Jen was so funny, all the time. She loved her very much and hated that they lived some 200 miles apart.

Her body was already developed pretty well by the time her grandparents moved away. Her boobs were big enough that she never left the house without a bra. She was tall and lanky at that age. Her legs were still really skinny. In the intervening years, however, her legs had gained muscle from playing basketball, her breasts had gotten bigger, and her body was generally more toned. After her grandparents moved out, she no longer felt the need to be modest around the house. She felt totally comfortable around her father. She didn't purposely walk around naked, but if he happened to be around when she was changing clothes, she didn't care. She liked to think they had a special relationship; one that, because of circumstances, was even closer and more intimate than other fathers and daughters had.

Jackson saw characteristics of his wife, his mother, and his sister in his daughter. She was exceptionally pretty -- maybe even as pretty as his mother, whom he considered to be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen -- even exceeding his gorgeous twin sister's beauty - had been in her younger days. Her body was, at age 18, similar to that of his sister when she was that age. It certainly could not be any better than Jennifer's had been. It still made his cock twitch to think about how hot his twin sister was at that age. She still was really shapely and beautiful, at age 42, but he couldn't imagine anyone ever being as sexy as she had been when they had first started having sex, at age 18.

Katie enjoyed laying on the couch with her Daddy. He would put one arm around her and 'spoon' her as they watched TV. It was comforting. Sometimes it felt exciting because her Daddy was a big, strong, muscular man. He took care of her. She liked the idea that he was her man and hers alone. She often could feel his cock harden against her bottom. She could tell that he was much larger than either of her boyfriends, but just supposed that men were much larger than boys. She knew about erections and that they just sometimes happened. There didn't have to be a sexual reason for them. She imagined, though, that since her father hadn't been with a woman in many years, the closeness of a female probably gave him an erection. For some reason she could not have explained, the feeling of it against her bottom was strangely reassuring.

When they lay on the couch together, especially if she was on her period and wasn't feeling real well, she would take her father's big hand and put it under her shirt on her tummy. He always took her cue and gently rubbed it. It was so comforting to her. When she turned 18, if she was in the mood, she would place his hand on her breasts. She had tried to do that a few times before, but he always pulled his hand away as if it were scalded. It dawned on her, though he didn't say it, that it was because of that random "age 18" thing. That seemed really silly to her. A birthday didn't change a girl into a woman. After that magical birthday happened, however, her father was suddenly willing to touch her breasts, at her instigation. They didn't discuss it, but she imagined that he had to know that it felt good to her. After all, she always prompted it. It wasn't a big deal to her; it was just part of the special relationship she had with her daddy. He would gently massage them and stroke and tweak the nipples. Later, she would go upstairs and masturbate, wondering what it would be like for him to kiss and lick her nipples. No boy had ever even played with her breasts except on the outside of her clothing.

Tom and Shana had added a large guestroom, with a private bath, downstairs, when Katie and Jackson moved in with them. The only way to get to the new room was to go through the existing downstairs bedroom. They knew that this wasn't ideal, but it was going to be a lot more expensive to do it any other way. After they moved away, Jackson moved downstairs to the master bedroom, but Katie opted to stay upstairs in Jennifer's old room. She had the entire upstairs to herself, including the large upstairs bathroom that connected the two bedrooms. She, of course, had no idea of the shenanigans that had occurred in that bathroom, or in those two bedrooms a few years before her birth.

Katie was exceptionally phobic of thunderstorms. They had known a family whose home had been hit by a tornado. One of their children had been killed. This had occurred a couple of years after Cathy, her mother, had died. Jackson blamed those two major traumas on Katie's phobia. When there was a thunderstorm or a tornado watch, even a hundred miles away, Katie slept in the guest bedroom, so she could be near her father. She even got in bed with him sometimes if the thunder was really loud. He would hold her as she trembled. It broke his heart that his little girl had lost her mother and was so well-acquainted with heartache and fear.

Jackson always enjoyed his daughter laying on his shoulder or 'spooning' with him, as they talked. She almost always wore a tee shirt at night when they were alone, which may or may not have covered her little panties. It didn't really matter because she usually took his hand and placed it on her body. Since she had turned 18, she had started placing his hand on her breasts. She had tried that, much to his consternation, before she reached that age, but there was no way he was going to touch her in any sexual way -- at least not before she was "a consenting adult". Even he and his sister had never done anything sexual with each other until they were 18. He could tell that she enjoyed him touching them and stroking her stiff little nipples, but they didn't talk about it. In fact, they often talked about sports or the news or any number of topics during this time, or just lay silent, enjoying each other's comforting presence.

Feeling of her body this way made his cock throb with need, but it never entered his mind to try to do anything with his daughter that she didn't ask for. He was quite sure that she was aware of his erection, but there was really no way to hide it. He had a big cock -- 9 thick inches. He sometimes wondered what Katie would think if she actually saw it. He thought back on when she first started taking his hand and placing it on her tummy. That had been when she was 15, shortly after his parents had moved out. It had been totally innocent. She just placed his hand on her tummy and sometimes held it there as if she was telling him not to let his hands roam. He didn't. He wouldn't have. Then, a few weeks ago, not long after she turned 18, they were 'spooning' one night during a particularly severe thunderstorm. His daughter was trembling. Suddenly she had taken his hand and brought it to her breasts, under her tee shirt. He had just let his hand lay there for a minute, unsure of what to do. Then she had taken his hand and moved it around on her breasts. He mused that his daughter was, without words, telling him what she needed. She soon seemed comforted and her trembling had turned to short little gasps, which he took to indicate that she liked what he was doing.

One night there was a tornado watch and, even though no tornado had actually been sighted, Katie was scared. She came to Jackson's room and crawled in bed with him. They had the TV on to monitor the weather situation, but Jackson didn't think that they were in any danger. Katie lay on her tummy, her head on his shoulder, one of her long legs thrown over her father's body. She wore only a pair of panties and a tee shirt that barely came below her navel.

"When's Aunt Jen coming to visit?" she asked. "I haven't seen her or Uncle Dave or Tommy since Christmas," she said. She didn't dare mention that she loved seeing her cousin, Tommy, because he was the hottest boy she'd ever been around. He was 6-6 and had inherited the same good looks as her dad and her grandfather, Tom. He was clean-cut, with very dark hair and brown eyes. Katie got a tingly feeling whenever he was around. She wondered what it would be like to suck his cock. She might even let him do it in her mouth, she sometimes imagined, then remembered that he was her cousin.

"I wanted to talk to you about that, honey," he told her as he stroked her hair. Her head was laying on his shoulder and she had her head turned so she was whispering in his ear. She was so soft and sensual and she always smelled so fresh and nice.

"What about it, Daddy?"

He swallowed. "I really hate to even tell you, honey, but they're having marriage issues."

She sat up and looked in his eyes. "What? Aunt Jen and Uncle Dave? How?"

"Well, you've heard us talk about the 'twin thing', right?"

"Sure, yeah. I get that," she replied. "What's that got to do with this?"

"Well. When Aunt Jen is sad, I...I know it sounds silly..." he began.

"You sense it?"

"Exactly. I've just felt, for a few weeks now, that something just wasn't right. She wasn't saying anything about it, though, when we talked on the phone...So I just asked her what was wrong..." he said as he reached for a tissue to wipe his eyes.

"Daddy! Please don't cry?" she begged as she snuggled up to him and kissed his cheek. Fuck, she was so soft and curvy and sweet!

He managed a smile. "She said that she wondered when I was gonna ask..." he sniffled. "Oh honey, Uncle Dave had an affair..."

She sat up again. "Is he CRAZY?" she yelled. "There's nobody any prettier or smarter or sweeter than Aunt Jen! Why would anyone cheat on her? That's nuts!"

Jackson nodded, and wiped away a tear as it coursed down his face. "I can't stand it when your Aunt is sad, Katie. And right now, she is so sad. She is hurting. She was my best friend until I met Cathy. I love her very much."

Katie lay down next to her father and put her arms around him. She kissed his cheek as her own tears flowed down her cheeks and dripped off her chin. She didn't bother to wipe them away. "I'm so sorry, Daddy. I know how much you love her. I mean, it's pretty obvious when you two are together. It's almost like you're married!"

"Yep. This twin thing," he said. "It's hard to explain. Thanks for understanding."

"Are they divorcing?" she whispered, still hugging him to her. He could feel the swell of her breasts through her tee shirt mashing against his naked chest.

"Yes. She said it's not the first time he's done this. You know how she is. She forgave him. She told him that she would forgive him again, but he's leaving her. He wants a divorce. He plans to marry the other woman."

"Daddy, that just makes me sick!"

"Me too, honey," he sniffled.

"So what about Tommy? He hasn't texted me in forever. I wonder if this is why?"

"He's really depressed about this. He just finished his freshman year at college and, of course, he's on the basketball team. He told Jennifer that he wants to quit basketball and that they should just move here."

"I would love that!" Katie smiled. She imagined living in the same house with Tommy. She supposed that she would have to change some of her habits, especially running around the house in her underwear. "Could Aunt Jen get a job here?"

"Well, most of her work is done online, anyway. I just don't know. Yeah, well, nothing is settled, but we do have enough room. I guess Aunt Jen could sleep upstairs with you, and Tommy could sleep down here in the guestroom. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," he told her. "It'll be a while yet. At least a few months."

"Right," she laughed. "Those rooms upstairs are not half the size of these rooms down here. She's not going to want to settle for that tiny little room when she can have a big bedroom and private bath down here," she told him as she imagined sharing the upstairs with her ultra-hot cousin, Tommy.

Jackson's mind immediately went to the possibility of his ripe young daughter sharing the upstairs with her very handsome cousin. He knew, from experience, the possibilities and opportunities that such a situation presented. He wasn't sure that was such a great idea, but counter-balancing that was the fact that his wonderful sister, Jennifer, would be near him. Even though he was sure that nothing sexual would happen between them again, just being near her would be a great comfort to him.

"Just calm down, Honey," he laughed. "We can talk through all this stuff, later," he said as he patted her on her panty-clad bottom. The combination of his deliciously ripe young daughter's body pressed against him and imagining his beloved sister moving in with them had given him a raging hard-on. He almost wished that Katie would just go on to bed so he could masturbate.

Katie turned over and grabbed Jackson's hand, pulling him into a spooning position. She was tingling from just thinking about her hot cousin, Tommy, living with them. She imagined him coming to her bed and pleasuring him with her mouth. Added to this was the excitement that she had begun to feel whenever she felt her father's erection against her. For a long time she hadn't thought anything about it, assuming that it was just something that happened to men. Lately, however, she had begun to think that he was turned on by her, and that caused all kinds of forbidden thoughts to enter her mind. She couldn't remember being as turned on as she was tonight. She needed her father's hands on her. She wondered what went through her daddy's head when she, a few weeks previously, had placed his hand on her breasts. Had he been able to tell how excited she had become? She had almost had an orgasm. Nobody had ever touched her bare breasts, but him -- not even her boyfriends. She sensed, innately, that her father was always there to meet her needs and comfort her. It was so different than with a boy. Boys were constantly pressing for more and more. Not Daddy. He gave her comfort and now, she admitted, it had become something a bit more. She hoped that he got pleasure from touching them. He was sad, tonight. Maybe touching her breasts would make him feel better.

"Honey, I think the tornado watch has been cancelled. I'm going to turn the TV off and try to get some sleep, okay?" he whispered.

"Okay. Can I stay here?" she asked. "I'm comfortable."

"Okay, sure," he said as he pointed the remote at the TV and turned it off, leaving them in complete darkness. He really wished she would go on to bed because her hot little body was driving him crazy and he needed to masturbate.

"What are you doing?" he muttered when she sat up for a moment. It was too dark to see her.

"Taking my shirt off. More comfy. That okay?"

"Well..." he paused. This was the time to put an end to this, if he was going to. She seemed to be getting more and more bold. He wondered where this would lead and was quite sure that he didn't want what might be the ultimate end of this kind of behavior. "Sure. If it makes you feel better."

She lay back down, facing away from him and pushed her ass back until she felt his cock pressed against her. He felt so big tonight! She wished that she could see it. She took his hand and, without preamble, place it on her naked breasts. Oh it felt so good, especially when he started gently manipulating them and tenderly stroking her aching nipples. It felt so intimate, so loving. She felt so total comfortable with him and trusted him implicitly.

Jackson could feel her breathing quicken and knew that she was excited. His own daughter. He probably should stop. This wasn't innocent anymore. This was totally in a different league than when she placed his hand on her tummy when she was on her period. There could be no denying what this was. She was 18 years old. She was about the same age that he and Jennifer had been when they started having sex with each other. His cock lurched, as always, at that thought. He didn't think that Katie was sexually active, but she was definitely ready for it. It certainly wasn't appropriate to receive sexual attention from her father. He had to stop this, as delightful as it was to hold her near-naked body and play with her perfect young breasts.

She suddenly flipped around, facing him. He was momentarily disappointed that her breasts were no longer available to him to touch and feel and stroke, but he was simultaneously relieved, knowing that one of them had to stop this. It was totally dark and he couldn't tell what she was doing when she raised up again. Maybe she was going to bed.

"You going to bed, Honey?"

"Not yet," she whispered.

He suddenly felt a soft pressure against his face and realized that his daughter was pressing one of her breasts against his mouth. He opened his mouth, allowing the nipple between his lips. He touched his wet tongue to the nipple, then gently and lovingly suckled.

"Ohhhh," she gasped. She got on her knees and leaned over him, her breasts above his face.

In the darkness, Jackson felt and realized that his daughter was leaning over his face, her delectable young breasts offered to him to lick and suck. He felt with both hands and gently stroked both of her nipples with his fingers.

"Ohhhh," she moaned again.

He encircled both of her breasts with his large hands, one in each hand. He squeezed gently as he began to lick and suck one of her nipples. He could tell by how stiff they were that they were eager and needy. His daughter was so trusting to show him what she liked. She instinctively knew that her father would give her what she needed.

"Oh, Daddy," she moaned. "I never knew it could feel this good...ohhh Daddy!"

Jackson gave her other breast the same oral ministrations as he had the first, as she continued to moan and whisper 'Daddy'. He felt as if his cock would explode. At age 42, he didn't often produce much pre-cum anymore, but without actually touching it, he thought his cock might be totally wet with his natural lubricant. He was quite sure that he hadn't been this turned on in over a decade -- maybe even since he was last with his sister shortly before she married, some 20 years previously.

Katie's chest was heaving. She seemed to be almost hyper-ventilating. He could feel her ragged breath in his ear as he continued to feast on her ripe, teen breasts. Then she suddenly lay back down, her chest still heaving. She lay flat on her back, but halfway on top of him. Her left leg was between his legs. Her bottom was against his right leg. He idly stroked her flat abdomen, just enjoying the feel of his sexy young daughter against his body.

She took his hand and stroked it. She held it, uncertainly, for a moment, then turned it and put it between her legs, taking his fingers and placing them exactly where she wanted them on her damp panties.

Jackson knew that this was way over the line. He didn't allow his fingers to even caress her, but moved his hand very slowly upward, back to her tummy. Insistently, she grasped his hand and placed it back between her legs, once again placing his fingers where she wanted them. She was almost gulping in air; he could tell that she was highly excited. He felt that he might spontaneously ejaculate. He didn't dare say a word.

He began to very delicately and very tentatively feel of his daughter's panty-covered pussy. At first, he very carefully explored, familiarizing himself with her geography. He felt her cuntal crease and could tell, through her thin panties, that her labia were covered with sparse hair. He reached lower and placed a finger at what he imagined was her opening. She was wet there. He very gently allowed that finger to very slowly travel between her labia until he reached her very swollen clit. He gently touched it, then ran his finger across.

"Ohhhhh, Daddy," she gasped, in a loud whisper. She was trembling, slightly. He knew it was from sexual excitement.

He placed his fingers on her labia and began to stroke, very lightly. He stroked downward as far as he could reach, then very slowly upward, avoiding touching her clit directly. Then he did it again, and again, and again, gradually increasing the pressure. Katie's trembling became more pronounced. He knew that she was insanely turned on and that the way he was touching her was denying her what she really needed -- an orgasm. She was panting and moving her hips toward his hand as he stroked. She was moaning, almost silently. The sound made his cock ache.

After stroking her labia for a couple of minutes, he touched her at her opening, rubbing in a circular motion. Her panties were soaked in that spot already. His fingers became wet with her slick juices. He then slid his fingers in her crease toward her clit, then gently took her clit between two fingers and closed them around it, very delicately pinching it through her saturated panties.

"Ungggh, Daddy, ohhhh, that feels so good," she moaned.

He thought she might be on the verge of an orgasm, so he moved his fingers away from her clit. He began to massage her labia again. She was so wet that her panties were dripping wet with her natural juices. Her panties were slippery and he knew that they would be transparent if the light was on. He massaged her labia and, harder this time, ran his fingers up her cuntal crease and touched her clit, causing her to jerk, and gasp and moan, as if she had been shocked.

He was at his breaking point. He had never gone beyond what she had implicitly asked of him, but that was about to change. He sat up and moved between her legs.

"Daddy? Please? Don't stop," she begged.

He bent and kissed her panties between her legs. They were so totally soaked with her juices that he could taste her. He grasped the elastic of her panties and pulled them down and off. Then he leaned forward and kissed her wet pussy right at the opening. He felt as if he were kneeling at the altar of a goddess.

She opened her legs wide, gasped, and wrapped both hands in her daddy's hair as he wetly licked from her opening all the way up to her throbbing clit. When he touched the very tip of his tongue to her clit, very lightly, she groaned, "Oh Daddy that feels so good!"

He reverently kissed her labia and stuck his tongue as deep inside her as he could. He was transported back to when he used to do this with his sister, Jennifer. This was almost the same thing, he mused. It was incest. To his mind, right or wrong, incest was the most intimate sex possible. How could you ever love anyone more than you did your own twin sister -- or in this case, your own precious daughter? This was the first time, however, with his daughter. It might even be her first experience with oral sex. He would try to make it a good one. She would always remember this and, he knew, there would always be a tiny part of her that would desire it again. He had not felt this kind of love and passion in so long that he wondered if he ever had felt exactly this way before. As much as he loved his twin sister, Jennifer, he loved his daughter even more. The difference was that he had romantic feelings for his sister.

As his daughter's movements became more insistent, he knew that she would have an orgasm soon. He wanted it to be the best one she had ever had. He kissed her clit, then tenderly licked it, delving his oral digit under it and around it, wetly flicking his tongue against it as she gasped and cried out in pleasure. Then he took her clit into her mouth, the pièce de résistance, and began to suckle.

"Oh my GOODNESS, Daddy!" she moaned. She pulled his hair as he sucked harder and she felt her orgasm overwhelming her. "Ohhhh Daddeeeeeeeeeee!" she screeched, as it hit her. "Oh Daddy!"

She was wildly screwing her open loins into his face as she pulled his hair, pressing his face between her legs. She was moaning and calling his name, but that barely registered with him. All he knew was that she was squirting her delicious girl-juice in his face as he continued to lick and suck at her throbbing little clit. He wondered if they would ever do this again. Probably not, he thought; but if they did, however, he wanted the lights on. He wanted to see her face as she squirmed and came in his face.

Sated, she turned over on her side and lay there, panting like she had sprinted a quarter mile. He lay behind her, his hands on her back and sides, gently rubbing her naked flesh. After a few minutes, she said, "I think I better go to bed, now. I love you, Daddy."

"I love you, Honey," he told her as she felt for his face and then bent over and pecked him on the lips.

After she went upstairs, he masturbated. He couldn't remember having such an intense orgasm since the last time he had sex with his sister, shortly before her marriage. As much as he adored his beautiful wife, Cathy, he had to admit to himself that, even though sex was very, very good between them, it had never matched the passion and excitement of sex with his sister, Jennifer.

Neither Katie nor Jackson alluded to what had occurred between them. A week passed; then two. Jackson felt as though their conversation was not as open as it usually was, but thought that it might just be his imagination. He was feeling some guilt and wondered what her thoughts were. Was it healthy to avoid talking about it? He didn't know.

One night they were watching TV. Jackson was laying on the couch, as he usually did, and Katie was sitting in a recliner. She often would lay down with him, but hadn't done so since what he now thought of as "the incident". Her clothes didn't seem as skimpy around him, either, but he noticed that tonight she was only wearing panties and a tee shirt that didn't quite cover them. So maybe that was his imagination, as well.

"Okay, Daddy, what's up?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, as he muted the TV.

"Something's not right. I just sense that there's tension between us," she said and he could tell that she was on the verge of becoming emotional.

"Well. Should we talk about it?" he asked.

"Yes, Daddy. I want whatever it is out in the open. I don't like this. You're my man. You're my rock. You're my everything, Daddy. We can't have tension between us, right?"

"I just thought it was because of what happened, you know..." he told her, suddenly embarrassed to talk about this.

"Is that bothering you?"

"I...no. It isn't bothering me, and that may be the problem. It should bother me," he told her honestly.

"Daddy, we aren't like other people...right?"

He almost laughed. "Obviously we are not. But what exactly are you saying?"

"I've just always had the feeling that the rules don't apply to us..."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Look, I know the unwritten rules. Everybody with any sense knows the unwritten rules. You're my daddy. I'm your little girl. But we aren't...I don't know how to put it. I've just always had this sense that we just, I don't know, trust each other and just do whatever it takes to comfort each other. No rules. Yeah, I guess it makes no sense when I put it in words," she said glumly.

"Well, it wouldn't make sense to anyone but us, right?" he smiled.

"I've never done that before," she said, glancing at him, then looking down at the floor.

"I assumed you hadn't, Honey. I tried my best to make it special for you."

She laughed, shyly. "I don't think it could possibly have been any better..."

"I'm glad, Honey," he told her as his cock stiffened. How he would love to taste her again!

"Can we do it again?" she asked. Seeing his shocked expression, she said, "I don't mean now. I mean is that something that we just say we can't ever do? Because if we start putting all these arbitrary rules in place, that just takes all the 'special' out of it... I don't know what I'm saying. I'll just shut up. I'm making a fool of myself."

"I see what you mean. I do. Let me just think on it, okay?"

"I'm not a virgin, Daddy," she said, and then burst into tears. She got up and walked over to the couch and sat down in the floor next to him, laying her head on his stomach. He stroked her golden blonde hair and saw the tears in her blue eyes.

"Don't cry, Katie. Why didn't you tell me, Honey?" he whispered as all kinds of unnamed emotions hit him all at once. His little girl was fucking?

"It was awful, Daddy. It was about a year ago. It wasn't good. I never have wanted to do it again. I've thought about telling you several times, but I just couldn't. I can't stand to disappoint you!" she bawled.

She lay down on top of him and he held her while she had a good long cry. "Thank you for being so good to me, Daddy," she sobbed.

"There's nothing you can do to change my love for you, Baby. Do you know that all my love for you and your Mama is now combined into double love for you?"

She nodded. "Yes. I've always known that. My love for you is that way, too. That's why our relationship is so special."

When she seemed to be through crying, he said, "Do you want to talk about it? Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"That's the only time I ever did it, Daddy. I wish I hadn't. Grandma told me I shouldn't, but I did it anyway. He just wouldn't take no for an answer. He didn't, like, do any foreplay. He just pulled my pants down and shoved it in. I wasn't even ready. He didn't even touch me down there much before he did it. He lasted like 10 seconds. It hurt. It hurt for a week. I don't know if I ever want to have sex again," she told him, her face pressed into his neck. "I broke up with him the next week. I haven't had a boyfriend since and I don't want one."

"That breaks my heart, Honey. But sex is one of the most wonderful things in the world. It just should never happen, in my opinion, unless you really love your partner. One day you'll understand what I'm saying," he whispered as he kissed her forehead.

"Full disclosure, I've done oral on two guys," she stated flatly.

Jackson's cock lurched as he imagined his little girl going down on him. "Okay. But not since this last boyfriend?"

"No. I did it once with John. You remember him? I didn't even like him. Then, Eddie. I guess you figured out it was him that I did it with. I did oral on him a few times."

"You don't have to tell me details, Honey."

She looked up at him. "I don't want to keep anything from you. Even things you don't want to know and don't care about knowing." She lay her head back down and kissed his neck as he hugged her and stroked her back. "I got to where I enjoyed doing it because he liked it so much, but I didn't let him do it in my mouth."

"Katie, you don't have to tell me all this," he laughed nervously.

"I know. But if I ever do that to you, I want you to know what I have and haven't done," she whispered.

"Katie!"

She pushed herself up to a sitting position. "What is so shocking? You did it to me."

Jackson didn't know what to say. Every time he started to say something, he stopped himself.

Katie laughed. "See this is what I'm talking about. We have this unique relationship that defies discussion. I should have told you all that stuff before. I wanted to. I was just scared because I can't stand to disappoint you, Daddy. As far as...as far as what we do, maybe we shouldn't analyze it. Does that make sense?"

"I think we're analyzing it right now."

"I don't want us to have rules for us. That's the only rule I want," she smiled. "But I do want to be more open and honest with you about other things. I promise I will be. I feel a lot better already."

Jackson smiled. "Do you know that you're the most precious person I ever met?"

"Yes. I know that. Of course there's a reason you feel that way, but we don't need to analyze it, right?"

One night about a week later, Jackson had just gone to bed and was reading, as he usually did right before he went to sleep. Katie, uncharacteristically, had been up in her room most of the evening. She sometimes got on her computer, and went to sites like Facebook and other social media apps. She had also gotten interested in genealogy and spent time with online research about their family.

Suddenly she bounded into his room, dressed in a short, sleeveless tee shirt and panties. He wondered if she had any summer sleepwear that covered her panties. He certainly was not complaining. She had the cutest little ass, and her long athletic legs looked great. He had ceased to feel guilty about enjoying the delicious vision of his gorgeous, nearly naked, young daughter. She obviously didn't care.

"I'm sleeping with you tonight," she giggled as she pulled the sheet back and crawled underneath with him.

"It's not storming," he teased.

"I just need my daddy," she smiled as she snuggled up next to him.

He felt his cock rapidly hardening. He reached over and turned the night-light off, but had forgotten to turn the light out in the bathroom. It left them in semi-darkness.

"Want me to get that light?" she offered.

"No, leave it on. I want to see you," he whispered.

"You do?" she smiled. "Why?"

"Because you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen."

"Daddy, I love when you say stuff like that!" she told him. He marveled at her perfectly straight, gleaming white teeth. The combination of her sweet smile, her blue eyes, and blonde hair almost made his heart stop. His daughter or not, this girl was as beautiful as anyone he had ever seen. Even prettier that Jennifer, and that was really saying something.

"Well if a guy can't lie about his daughter's looks..."

She laughed. "I could be ugly as homemade sin, and you would still think I was pretty. You love me. You don't see what others see," she smiled.

"Oh I think I do. You know you're beautiful. But you don't act like it. That is a wonderful thing, Honey. Don't ever act like you're better looking or smarter or better than anyone else."

"Daddy, I love you. Not just because you're my daddy. I love the way you are...you know? You're a good person. You're good to people, even when they don't deserve it. Was Mama that way?" she asked.

"Yes. She was, Honey. I was raised to treat people well and when I met her, I fell in love with her because she had been raised the same way. She had a purer heart than me, though, Katie," he admitted.

"What do you mean by that, Daddy? You've got a pure heart."

"I don't know that I can explain it. Let's put it this way. She never even looked at another man. Know what I mean?"

"You mean, after she met you that she didn't even think about another man being good looking or sexy or imagine..." she smiled.

"Exactly. That's rare. Don't you think?"

"Yes, I know it is. I know I'm not that pure," she admitted.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I'm wondering if you're going to let me do what you did for me," she whispered, gazing into his eyes. He noticed that she was trembling slightly.

"Katie..."

He couldn't finish his thought because she quickly threw the sheet back and crawled between his legs.

She looked up at his face. "I'm nervous about looking at it because I know it's so big," she whispered.

"It won't bite you," he heard himself say. He should be stopping her! Why was he encouraging her?

She put her hand on it, through his boxer briefs. Looking up at his face, her eyes got big and her mouth opened in surprise. "Daddy, good heavens!"

"Bigger than your boyfriends were?" he smiled. He knew she was in for a big surprise. Not many men were as well-hung as him. When he played sports in high school and took various physical education classes in college, he sometimes had to shower with other guys. He had never encountered anyone that matched his equipment. Except his dad. He had seen his dad's equipment a few times. It was unreal. Jackson estimated that his father was probably 11 inches when erect. Of course he had never seen his erection.​