Prom Night_(2)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Any

resemblance between the characters and any persons

living or dead is entirely coincidental. By

presenting this story, the author neither condones nor

endorses sexual relationships legal or illegal. This

story contains depictions of incest and sex between a

minor and an adult. If such topics offend you or if

possession of this material by you is not legal in the

place where you are sitting right now reading this,

then you had better stop reading and get rid of this

right now. You’d be better spending your time reading

National Geographic or learning the rules to curling.

If, however, you are a consenting adult and a

fictional story involving incest and underage sex

sounds pretty good to you, then go ahead and keep

reading. I think you’ll like it.

I was sitting on the couch dressed in my usual late

night attire, an open robe and boxer shorts, watching

the Tonight show and waiting for my daughter to come

home. I was understandably worried. Jean was only

14, a freshman in high school, and she had been asked

to the prom by a senior, one of the school’s football

players. I hadn’t wanted her to go. My excuse, of

course, was that I wanted to protect my baby angel,

but I think even then deep inside I knew I wanted her

for myself.

Jean was slender, but at 14 she had pretty large

breasts. True, they were barely C cups, but on her

small frame they looked much larger. It got her a lot

of attention from the boys, attention I knew had

nothing to do with her personality. I was a boy once,

too, and even if Jean didn’t want to realize it I knew

that she was the star of many young boys’ sexual

fantasies. Hell, she was the star in many of mine.

Her mother, though, had a very casual attitude about

it and thought it was a great idea to let our daughter

go off to the prom. Which was why she was asleep and

I was waiting on the couch.

She had permission to be out until one, but I saw car

lights hit the driveway shortly after 11:30. I closed

my robe and opened the door to greet her, and to

forestall any driveway kissing. “Asshole!” I heard

Jean hiss as she slammed the door to the jock’s

Mustang, which promptly squealed its tires and roared

away. Jean stomped up the front walk fuming, holding

the hem of her dress in one hand and her heels in the

other. She stopped in surprised when she saw me.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed, then she was running into my

arms, sobbing. I helped her inside and got the story

out of her.

It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost.

Trent, her date, had taken her to a cheap restaurant

along with two other couples. Three senior boys each

with a freshman date. They had stayed barely half an

hour at the dance, not even long enough to get their

picture made, then Trent was dragging her out, saying

they had a party to go to. The party turned out to be

his two buddies and their dates down by the lake. He

tried to have his way with her, and at first (she

admitted, after much coaxing) she had been willing.

They kissed, petted a little, and then…

“Then what, baby?” I urged. We were sitting on the

sofa together, her hands clasped in mine. Her tears

had made her mascara run, and I was fighting an

erection. She was so beautiful, so wonderful to look

at, and even her slightly disheveled hair and ruined

makeup looked sexy to me. Her gown was in disarray,

the hem riding up her legs to expose her black nylons

which she had laid against my own bare legs.

“He…took his think out,” she said, not meeting my

eyes.

“His penis?” I asked. She nodded. “Honey, did he…”

“No!” she said in a fierce whisper. “I’d never let

him do that. I told you, Daddy, I’m saving it for

someone special.”

It wasn’t what I was going to ask, but I was relieved

that she was still a virgin. Now, before that night,

I had entertained many fantasies about being her

first, never with any doubt that it would never

happen. She was my darling daughter, and I had never

tried anything with her.

“I pitched a bitch,” she said, then looked startled as

she realized she had cursed in front of me.

“It’s okay,” I told her, smiling. “I know you use

those words. You can say them.”

She blushed. “I…bitched at him until he agreed to

take me home,” she said. She looked into my eyes. “I

was scared he would rape me, Daddy.”

“What about the other girls?” I asked.

She snorted. “Melinda and Penny? Everybody knows

they’re sluts. They were screwing their dates before

Trent had even felt me up.” She was blushing even

more, but she was watching for my reaction. I smiled,

and she seemed to relax. I had opened the door, I

realize now, and everything that came after was just

inevitable.

“So, you’re okay then?”

“I guess,” she said. I saw some tears well up in her

eyes. “Can you hold me a while, Daddy?”

“Of course, sweetheart!” I said, enfolding her in my

arms. She snuggled in, and my erection could no

longer be stopped. I smelled the sweet fragrance of

her hair, relished the feel of her soft skin as I

stroked her neck and arms, her bare shoulders. She

was so petite, only five feet tall compared to my

nearly six feet. I felt a burning shame because of my

desire. She was my daughter, and she was as tiny as a

child, and I wanted her like I had never wanted anyone

before in my life.

I couldn’t resist letting my hands wander where they

could. I stroked her back, over her hips, down the

sides of her legs. She was on my left, and she lifted

her left arm higher across my body as my hand came up

her side, as if in invitation. I wasn’t bold enough

yet. My hand came tantalizingly close to her breast,

then moved away. I felt her tremble slightly, and she

sighed into my neck.

“Know what I regret most?” she said, whispering.

“What?” I asked. I felt lightheaded, like I was

outside my body watching as I tried to molest my own

daughter with gently touches.

“I didn’t get to slow dance,” she said. “We left

right before the first one.”

“That’s too bad,” I said. We turned our heads as one

to look at my stereo on the shelf nearby. She looked

at me, I looked at her. She smiled, and my heart

melted.

“Daddy?” she asked. “Would you dance with me?”

I should have said no. I should have sent her on to

bed. “Yes,” I heard myself saying. “I’d love to.”

She didn’t move, so I had to. I rose and went to the

stereo. My wife had some easy listening CD’s, so I

chose one of those. Jean and I both liked hard rock.

The sound of Chicago filled the air at low volume as I

turned back to my daughter. Jean was still sitting.

She accepted my hand and rose to her feet as light as

an angel. In her shoeless state, the top of her head

came only to my chest, and her large breasts pressed

into my stomach as we stepped close together. Her

small arms went around my waist, and I rested my hands

on her bare shoulders.

We began to sway to the music, and I tried to

concentrate on keeping my erection down. I was

semi-hard, and she had to know what was pressing

against her tummy. I bent over a little and kissed

the top of her head. She looked up, smiling dreamily

into my face, and I was so very tempted to lean down

and plant a kiss on her pink lips. Maybe I would have

if she hadn’t stumbled.

“Damn dress,” she muttered, holding up the hem. We

pulled apart slightly.

“I thought you like it,” I said.

“I do. It’s just too long without my shoes on.”

I was looking down at her small stockinged feet. The

black stockings were sheer enough that I could see her

painted toenails through the nylon. My cock began to

throb. “Why don’t you put your shoes back on,” I

suggested, not wanting out dance to end.

She shook her head. “They hurt my feet,” she said.

She looked at me biting her lip.

“What?” I asked.

“Daddy?” she began, then paused. “I’m wearing a

slip,” she said after a moment.

I realized quickly what she wanted. “You want to take

your dress off?” I ventured, feeling heat in my face.

She nodded slowly. “Okay,” I said, nearly breathless.

She took a step back and turned around. My hands

were trembling as I took the zipper and tugged it

down. At first, I didn’t see the slip, only her

deliciously pale back. The zipper reached her waist

and I let go.

Jean pushed the dress off her shoulders then stopped.

I didn’t know what to do as she hesitated. She must

have come to her senses, I told myself. At least one

of us is. Then she slowly turned to face me. She

looked into my eyes, and I saw that she was waiting

for me, giving me a chance to back out. That was when

I realized our relationship was going to change

forever.

She pushed the dress off her arms and let it drop.

Her slip was a sheath of black silk across her

breasts, held in place by flimsy elastic. She wiggled

her hips and let the dress fall to the floor. I

watched open mouthed as she daintily stepped out of

the puddle of cloth at her ankles. She kicked the

dress aside. I knew I was staring but I couldn’t

stop.

“I must look silly,” she said, eyes downcast.

“No,” I contradicted her. “You’re beautiful. You’re

the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” She beamed

happily. I had called her a woman, not a girl, and

maybe that was the thing that helped her cross the

barrier. She put her arms around me as she stepped

forward, pressing her body to me. This time, she had

my full erection pressed against her. She smiled up

at me then lay her head on my chest. I was shaking as

I put my arms around her again. Slowly, we began to

dance again, barely moving our feet, just enjoying the

rhythm of our bodies as we touched.

I found myself leaning over again. I kissed the top

of her head as my hands ran down her back. I stopped

just shy of her ass, unsure. Her small hands were

rubbing my back, moving in small circles. With

agonizing slowness, she moved lower and lower until

her young hands were on my ass. She squeezed gently

and giggled nervously against my chest. I suppressed

a moan as I let my hands slide over my daughter’s tiny

ass. I squeezed her soft cheeks, pulling her closer.

Jean gasped and tightened her hold on my ass. Then

she made a sound that had my hairs stand on end and

lit a cold fire in my blood. My baby girl moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her face had a

dreamy look, an expression of passion. This time I

did not hesitate to lean down, bringing my face to

hers. She rose up on her tiptoes to meet me. Our

lips brushed each other lightly, tentatively, then

more firmly. We had stopped dancing. The kiss melted

into another one, then another. We sucked at each

other’s lips. I tasted her lipstick on my own lips,

and I put my tongue against her mouth. She opened to

me, allowed my tongue into her mouth and met it with

hers. We swirled together, lost in the bliss of a

passionate french kiss. She was panting, and she

moaned softly into my mouth.

I don’t know how long we kissed like that. When she

finally pulled back, my cock was throbbing against

her, and I could feel her body shaking. And, just

above the flowery scent of her perfume, I could smell

her excitement. I could just detect my own daughter’s

pussy smell. She looked down. She couldn’t see past

her own breasts, though. “You’re hard,” she

whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, unable to form words. She bit her lower

lip, a habit I found delightful. “You’re a good

kisser,” she said, still whispering.

“So are you,” I said. She giggled, then rose up on

her toes again. I rushed to kiss her again, to have

her tongue back in my mouth. I pulled her ass,

pulling her to me, and began to lift her. She put her

arms round my neck as she wrapped her legs around my

waist. Our faces were level now, and we began to kiss

more passionately.

“Oh, Daddy,” she crooned as my kisses traveled across

her cheek to her neck.

“Is this what you want, baby?” I asked. “We haven’t

gone too far to stop.”

I felt her small hands take my head and force me back

so she could look into my eyes. “Do you want to

stop?” she asked. I shook my head. She smiled, the

most lovely smile. “Neither do I,” she said. I

groaned and kissed her again. She returned it with

passion, her hands running through my hair.

I walked forward to the sofa and bent over, lowering

her to the cushions. She kept her legs around me,

though, and as she settled it brought our crotches

together. She gasped sharply as she felt my hardness

pressing against her hidden pussy. Now that I didn’t

have to hold her up, my hands could wander again. I

cupped her breasts in each hand, thrilled to discover

her nipples were stiff beneath my thumbs. I licked

her neck as I massaged her globes, and she began to

moan as she panted.

I knew it was wrong. I didn’t care. And neither did

she. I pulled up her slip so I could get my hands

beneath it. I stroked her flat pale tummy which

quivered under my fingertips. She arched her back as

my hand closed over her bra covered breast. I pushed

the slip up so I could see them. Glancing down, I saw

her stockings where they ended on her upper thigh. A

pale section of leg lay between the nylons and her

silky black panties. Then her wonderful body above.

She helped me, pulling the slip into a bunch at her

neck. I kissed her cleavage as I squeezed both

breasts in my hands.

Jean took my hands in her own and lifted them away.

Her bra clasped in the front and she deftly unhooked

it. Then she took my hands again and returned them to

her chest. I stared into her eyes as I swept her bra

aside, then gazed down at her naked breasts. They

were the loveliest I’d ever seen. So firm and full,

milky unblemished skin surrounding light pink areolas.

Her nipples were engorged and a darker pink in

color. I sucked the left one into my mouth, making

her gasp again. Quickly I switched to the other as my

fingers pinched the wet one I had left.

I ground my crotch against her. She squeezed me with

her legs. I suckled each of her teats several times

before I felt an overpowering urge to taste something

else. I hesitated though. “I want you,” I told her,

bluntly.

She nodded. “I want you too,” she said.

“I mean, I want to make love to you,” I told her.

She chewed on her lip. “It’s incest,” she said after

a brief pause.

I nodded. “Yes,” I said. “It is.”

“Does it bother you?” she asked.

I was surprised. “What?”

“Incest,” she repeated. “I know I’m your daughter,

and you’re my Daddy, so if you think it’s wrong…”

“I don’t,” I said, cutting her off.

“You don’t?”

“Jean, I want to make love to you. I know it’s

incest. I don’t care.”

“I don’t care either,” she said, thrilling me. “I

want it too, Daddy. I want you to be my first.”

“Oh, baby,” I said, and kissed her again. She hugged

me with her whole body, pulling us together with arms

and legs. I grabbed her hips and thrust, grinding my

hardness against her. My robe had come open. I

reached down and with a little tug allowed my cock to

jut through the fly of my boxers. When I pressed my

hips forward again, my naked cock slid across her

panties. I wanted to rip them aside, to feel the

flesh of my daughter’s pussy on my cock, but I knew

there was something else I wanted too.

As quickly as I could, I moved down. I paused to

suckle her tits again, then continued to her tummy. I

kissed the flesh above her stockings, and continued

down her legs until I got to her toes. Jean was

always meticulous about staying clean. Her feet were

delightful, small enough to fit into my hands and she

squealed when I sucked on her toes. I wondered idly

if my wife could hear us and what she would do if she

caught us. And I wondered if I’d be able to stop.

I kissed my way back up Jean’s legs until I got to her

crotch. I could smell her plainly now, no mistaking.

There’s something very unique about the odor of a

young girl’s cunt. I inhaled deeply before putting my

mouth on her damp panties. I chewed lightly, feeling

her soft lips beneath the material. She gasped and

arched her back. She pulled her legs up, putting her

stockinged feet flat on the sofa cushions so she could

spread her legs wide for me. Her panties pulled

tighter and fell between her lips. I pushed my tongue

into the cleft.

“Oh, god,” she hissed. “No one’s ever done that

before. Are you going to lick me, Daddy?”

In response, I pulled her panties aside. Her pussy

was as beautiful as the rest of her. Her paleness

extended right up to where her pink inner petals

unfolded, glistening wetly with her excitement. The

hair on her head might have been auburn, but it was

dyed, and here was her true color where dark red wisps

of pubic hair formed an elongated vee pointing down at

her treasure. Her lips had only the finest of small

hairs, nothing to impede me as I leaned forward and

pressed my tongue into the folds of her pussy.

Jean tensed as I licked her. I plowed my tongue into

her depths then swirled around her swollen clit. The

taste was indescribable, musky and clean. Her

excretions were thicker than water, and they tasted a

bit metallic. I sucked her clit then lapped at her

cuntlips, trying to drink up everything she was

exuding. I pressed used my fingers to spread her,

delighting in the sight of her pinkness, and pressed

my tongue to her fuckhole. I was worried about her

being a virgin in every way, but I found no trace of a

hymen. She was tight, though, and I had to shove my

tongue into her. When I wiggled it inside her, she

clutched at the cushions and cried out.

She was trying to be quiet, keeping her moans down to

rasping pants, but I no longer cared if my wife caught

us. I was going to give my baby an orgasm if it was

the end of me. “Oh, Daddy!” she hissed, hands

tangling in my hair. I put my hands under her ass,

helping her lift her pussy to my mouth. I covered her

crotch with my mouth, french kissing her cunt as she

began to shake. She quivered violently, her pussy

throbbing, and she began to cum. Her juices flooded

my mouth, hot and tangy. Her toes curled, her back

arched until she was nearly bent double, her hands

held my head tightly, she shook and moaned and thrust

her hips up as I tonguefucked her.

She collapsed onto the sofa and twitched as pleasure

continued to course through her. She pushed my head

away. “No more,” she said. “Please.” I leaned back

on my heels, smiling up at her angelic face with my

own face glistening with her girl-cum.

“Did you like it?” I asked.

She nodded vigorously. “It was better than I thought

possible,” she said. She chewed her lip again. “Do

you want me to do you?”

The prospect thrilled me, but I didn’t think we’d have

time. “Next time,” I told her, hoping there would be

a next time. I stood and removed my robe. She

watched with glazed eyes. When I shoved my boxers

down she sat up. The slip came over her head and she

threw it aside. We stared at each other. She looked

me up and down, then stared at my hard cock bobbing in

front of her. I couldn’t believe the sight I had.

All she had on was her panties and her stockings. Her

breasts heaved with her breathing. Her legs were

still splayed. I reminded herself that she was only

14. I had to remember she was my daughter.

Both of those thoughts only served to make my cock

throb. Jean watched it twitch and reached out for it.

I shuddered as her small hand closed around my shaft.

She looked up at me as she began to fondle me. “It’s

big,” she said.

“Have you seen many?” I asked, afraid of the answer.

“Only three,” she said. “Well…”

“What?”

“I’ve seen some naked guys on the ‘net,” she admitted.

I felt disappointed. Then she added, “I don’t think

any where this big.”

“I’m average,” I told her, knowing it was true. She

shook her head, continuing to stroke my cock

awkwardly. At least she had no experience doing that.

“I’ve seen longer,” she said, “but they were so thin.

I can’t believe how thick you are.”

Then she looked up at me again. “Do you think it will

fit inside me?” she asked. I nearly came right there.

“Are you sure you want to try?” I asked.

She nodded. I held my breath as she scooted forward

on the sofa. I knew what she was going to do, and I

wanted it desperately. She leaned forward and put her

lips to the end of my cock, kissing it delicately.

She giggle and glanced up to see my reaction. “Have

you ever done that before?” I asked.

“No,” she said. “My friend Teresa has though, and she

told me about it.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know.” She leaned forward again, opening her mouth

this time. I felt frozen as I watched and felt my

cock slide past my daughter’s lips into her hot mouth.

She swirled her tongue on the underside like she

would a Popsicle, and sucked lightly as she drew back.

She swallowed and opened her mouth again, taking more

of my cock this time. She made it halfway down my

shaft before pulling back, eagerly licking the

underside of my shaft and slurping a bit. She bobbed

back and forth, sucking and licking, and cupped my

balls with her small hand.

I had to stop her or I knew I was going to fill her

mouth with cum. She looked worried as I pushed her

away. “Am I doing it wrong?” she asked. I watched a

trickle of saliva dribble from the corner of her

mouth.

“You’re doing to very right,” I said. “I was afraid

I’d orgasm in your mouth.”

She smiled. “Would you like that?” she asked

devilishly.

I groaned. “Yes,” I admitted.

“Then next time I’m going to do it,” she said. “I

promise I’ll suck you off, Daddy.”

“Not many girls like cum in their mouths.”

Her smile was radiant. “I’ll do anything for you,

Daddy,” she said. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” I said, and I leaned down to

kiss her again. She sucked my tongue like she had my

cock. I eased her back onto the sofa. She reached

between us to stroke my cock. My kisses traveled to

her neck, then her chest as I couldn’t resist sucking

her tits again.

“I taste myself on you,” she said in a whisper. She

squeezed my cock as it surged in her hand. “Daddy? A

lot of boys say it’s a turn on if two girls get

together. Does it turn you on?”

I rose up to look at her. “Yeah,” I said after

considering what to say. “Does it turn you on?”

“Daddy!” she said and hit me playfully. She still had

my cock in her hand. I said nothing as she chewed her

lip, her innocent looking eyes staring into mine.

Softly, she whispered, “yes.” I could only smile

thinking of the possibilities that might open up.

I kissed her again and pushed my cock against her

crotch. “I want you now,” I told her.

“Okay,” she whispered. She released my cock and began

pushing her panties down. I raised up to help her.

She lifted her ass and slid the garment down her legs,

letting them dangle off one ankle. She spread herself

lewdly for me, putting her feet on the cushions again.

I pushed my knees beneath her legs so that her thighs

draped across mine, leaving her feet dangling in the

air and my cock pressing to her cunt. She reached

down to grasp me again and guided me to her opening.

Slowly, I began to push into her. She was very wet,

and her excitement had made her inner lips splay out

to make the perfect receptacle for me. I had to push

hard to get my head into her. She was definitely a

virgin even if her cherry was gone. She jumped as the

head popped into her, slipping past the tight ring of

her opening.

I continued to push. Jean was tense, panting, her

chest heaving. She kept looking from my face to her

crotch, watching her father’s cock entering her. I

was leaning over her, holding onto her hips. She put

her hands on my arms, holding onto me. The feel of my

cock sliding into her was unreal, like nothing I could

have imagined. I’d lost my cherry at 17 to a 19 year

old girl, so Jean was the youngest girl I’d ever

fucked. I got half my cock into her vise-like cunt

and pulled back. She moaned a little too loudly and

clutched my arms. My cock, I could see, was wet with

her inner juices.

I pushed back into her more firmly. “Oh, god,” she

whispered. “Oh, oh, oh.”

I began to saw back and forth, moving almost

three-fourths of my tool in and out of her. It was

getting a little easier as she relaxed and got into

it. I was glad that she hadn’t had her hymen to tear.

Her first sex was almost painless for her.

“Oh, Christ,” she grunted, her eyes half closed. “I

can’t believe it.”

“Oh, Jean,” I moaned, driving my cock a little deeper

into her. She lifted her legs into the air, opening

herself even more to my invasion. I put my hands

behind her knees to hold her legs up. Her dainty feet

dangled loosely in the air, her toes curling and

uncurling as I plowed her young pussy. I shoved hard

and buried myself in her. She groaned loudly as I

pulled out and fucked into her deeply again.

“Daddy, Daddy,” she began to pant. “It’s so good, so

good.”

“Yes, baby, it is,” I agreed. She was hot, her pussy

so wet it slurped around my cock. I could feel her

juices running over my balls. The room was filled

with the smell of sex, of her young pussy and our

sweat. I moved my hands up to grasp her ankles. She

cried out when I brought her foot to my mouth and

sucked her toes. She clamped a hand over her mouth

and screamed into it. Her pussy clamped down on my

cock and she began to shake and quiver. She was

cumming again, orgasming around my cock.

She relaxed again and let her arms drop. She was

gasping, squirming beneath me. I was fucking her

faster now, bringing my cock out to the brink and

plunging slowly back into her depths. “I can’t

believe it,’ she said again. She began to massage her

own breasts. “I can’t believe I’m fucking my own

Daddy.”

That sent me over the edge. I shoved my cock into her

and groaned as I felt my orgasm begin. She sensed it.

“Don’t pull out, Daddy. Don’t pull out.”

I shoved my cock into her as far as I could and

exploded. Jean’s eyes widened as she began to cum

again too. “I feel it, Daddy,” she gasped, her body

vibrating. “I feel you shooting sperm inside me.”

Her pussy pulsed along the length of my cock as we

came together. It felt like lightning running along

my veins, waves of intense pleasure that radiated from

where my cock was spewing seed inside my daughter.

I squirted at least five good shots into her, then my

cock continued to pulse for another minute as my high

subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a tight

hug. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and slapped

her own against it. I cradled her small body in my

arms, feeling her nakedness against me as her pussy

continued to try to milk my cock.

I couldn’t believe what we’d just done. I had fucked

my own daughter! But by the looks of it, she had

enjoyed it. She smiled up at me as she fought to

catch her breath. “Did you like it, Daddy?” she

asked.

I groaned. “I’ve never had anything better,” I told

her honestly. I knew I was ruined for the rest of my

life. “Was it okay for you?”

“Daddy!” she giggled. “Of course it was. I love you

so much, Daddy.”

“I love you too, Jean,” I replied.

“I mean, I love, you,” she said, emphasizing the word.

I knew what she meant, and for a moment it frightened

me. Then I realized how silly that fear was when I

felt the same way.

“Oh, god, Jean,” I said. “I love you that way too.”

I felt my cock twitch inside her. I was starting to

soften, but slowly. “What are we going to do?” she

asked.

“What do you want to do?”

She smiled. “I want to make love again,” she said.

“I want to be your girlfriend.”

“Would you be okay with that?” I asked. “I mean, your

mother…”

“I know you love her too,” Jean said. “It’s okay.

Daddy, I think you’re the perfect man. You’re my

Daddy. I’m your daughter. I can’t ever be your

wife,” she paused, “but we can pretend, right?”

I found myself smiling stupidly. “Yes, we can,” I

agreed. “I would love for you to be my girlfriend.”

She squealed happily and hugged me. We began to kiss

again. My cock started to get hard again inside her.

“Oh, Daddy,” she whispered. “I love you forever.”

We eventually had to get up without having sex again.

It was amazing my wife hadn’t caught us with as much

noise as we’d made. We gathered up out clothes and I

walked her to her bedroom. I wanted so much to follow

her in, to get into bed with my daughter, to make

sweet love to her again, but there would be other

times.

I kissed her at her door. “I love you, Jean,” I told

her, letting her slip out of my arms.

“I love you, too, Daddy,” she whispered. She went

into her room and closed her door. I went to the

bathroom to clean up and finally crawled into bed

beside my soundly sleeping wife. And for the rest of

the night I dreamed of Jean, my daughter, my lover.

Tomorrow was going to be a good day.