My daughter Annie

My daughter Annie

"Breath. Breath. Don't push too hard.----" came the instructions

in the delivery room as Annie was bringing her first child into

the world.

"What am I doing here?" I thought to myself. "A woman's husband

or mother should be here. Not a father." I grabbed my daughter's

hand and squeezed it, "Baby, you're doing really well, I'm so proud

of you," I encouraged my only daughter who was close to presenting

me with my third grand child. "Why didn't you marry a normal guy?

Why did Eric wait until you got pregnant to tell you he wanted to

live with his male lover and your marriage was a mistake?" These

thoughts blitzed through my mind as this precious daughter was

working so hard to deliver life into this world.

"I see hair," announced one of the nurses, "Grandpa, come over

here and see your latest grandchild."

I dropped Annie's hand and went to view this new entry into the

world with Annie's legs spread apart in the stirrups, certainly not

a modest view for a woman to be in. She was clean shaven so the

little red hairs were certainly not hers. I thought I had a strong

constitution, but this was really a messy sight and I was feeling

very light headed. And soon the baby came out in a gush, so fast

that the doctors had to reach quickly to catch it.

"It's a girl!"

Tears came to my eyes, "Marty why did you have to die. The

little granddaughter we had wanted for so long was now here. A

little girl needs to be held by her grandmother." These were the

thoughts that went through my mind as I starred at my daughter's

anatomy on display in such a non sexual manner.

"Evangeline"

"What did you say Annie?" I asked.

"I want to call her Evangeline. Eve."

I went to my daughter's face and kissed her. She knew that was

my mother's name and how I loved it. "Thank you Annie. It

means so much to me."

"Daddy having you here means so much to me. I was so frightened that

I would have to face this all alone. Thank you."

"This is the greatest thrill I could ever have. Seeing little Eve

come into the world." The nurse laid Eve across Annie's chest

so this new mother could see her first child immediately. Eve

already had light red hair on her head. "I guess there's no

doubt she's mine is there," said Annie with a very content

smile on her face.

"No baby. She has you hair. And I can already see you in her."

I was asked to go into a waiting room while they finished up in the

delivery room. Later I was sent to Annie's room in the hospital to

wait for her. She arrived, looking very exhausted, but very thrilled.

"Daddy, thank you for being here when I needed you the most.

And thank you for letting Eve and me come live with you.. I was

so anxious about where I was going to go, what I was going to do."

She had stayed in her apartment after Eric left her. All through her

pregnancy it was just the two of us. Her apartment had a rule

against children and she was forced to move. Her mother had

died five months ago after a long bout with cancer. And I had

this big four bedroom home that was too much for one very

lonely man to live in. I had resorted to talking to the furniture,

looking at Marty's pictures and hours of crying in my loneliness.

"No Annie, thank you for coming to live with me. I need someone

in the house so very badly. I'm hurting. You and Eve are the

medicine I need."

I couldn't wait for them to come home. I took the next two days off

and stayed at the hospital. I would just spend hours looking in the

nursery at Eve, to a point that the nurses knew my name the moment

I walked into the viewing area, and would rush her crib to the window

for me. "God, she's beautiful," I thought. My trips to Annie's

room were filled with hugs and kisses. I guess I did over

do it with flowers and cards. But she was all I had. Her

older brother was gone. Killed in an auto accident. My

daughter in law had remarried and my two grandsons had

been adopted. Except for a card on my birthday, I never heard

from them. My wife was gone. I had no brothers or sisters.

so it was just the three of us for all practical purposes. So

why shouldn't I give her a room filled with flowers, and

Hallmark could always print more cards.

When not at the hospital, I moved all of Annie's belongings

into the house, repainted her room, bought her some new

furniture, and of course the best crib I could find for my new

pride and joy. Everything was ready for my new, welcomed

house guests. I was thrilled.

Not only was I thrilled, but Annie was tickled pink when she came

into the house and it was announced to her that this was her home

and I was a guest. This was the beginning of a new depth to our

relationship. One that would take some very strange twists.

Eve was only 4 days old. Annie had just been home her first

full day. I got home from work and she was in the living room

with the TV on watching the news. As I stepped into the room

she smiled and said "Hello". She was bare from the waist up and

was nursing Eve.

"Annie, don't you think you should cover up?" I suggested trying

to hide my embarrassment.

"Dad, these are the same breasts you saw in the hospital. Don't

be embarrassed. Eve is almost finished," she answered. "Have you

ever tried human milk? I mean have you ever tasted it."

"Well no, your mother couldn't nurse so she never produced any.

But what are you suggesting young lady?"

"I still have more and instead of using a breast pump, I was

going to let you try it for yourself."

"Are you suggesting I--- I mean do you want me to--," I stammered

and sputtered. That's not proper. You're my daughter for Pete's

sake."

"Mom used to tell me how horny and kinky you were as a lover. I

can't believe that drinking some of my milk is such a damning

thing. Besides, there is no one else on this planet that I would

want to taste my milk other than you and Eve. I want you to try

it. Please.... for me..."

I took great pride that even as Annie was growing up, I never so

much as touched her, not that she wasn't as beautiful to me as

her mother was. I did have a great sense of decency and I wanted

her to always remember me as a clean, decent father. One that

she could remember with pride and love. Not a molester or pervert.

Yet her breasts were larger than normal now that they were making

milk. And they were so beautiful. I was so lucky that she had

become such a beautiful woman. Annie looked very statuesque

with her 5'10" frame, her gentle soft curves, bright red hair, and

soft blue eyes. Her nipples were very erect. And I did envy Eve.

Marty's illness had deprived us from expressing our physical love

for over a year. Her death had become a blessing she had suffered

so much for so long. I indeed was horny. I had been so depressed

I didn't even masturbate all this time. Passion was driving

completely through my body. "Okay Annie. But it isn't because

I'm perverted or anything. I'll try it."

"Daddy, you're not perverted. You're a healthy man with all

the passions of a man. You're the only man in my life now and

I need your touch on my breasts more than you need it."

I slowly moved my mouth over her right nipple and began to such

lightly, I was so afraid of hurting her nipple or breast.

"Eve sucks harder than that Daddy."

I soon felt the milk coming into my mouth. I was shocked at how

sweet it tasted. It reminded me of "Eagle Brand Milk" we used to

have when I was a kid. My stimulation seemed to be so pleasing to

Annie. She closed her eyes and literally purred at my sucking. I

could feel my cock getting hard and really tried to disguise

it.

"Well how does it taste?"

"The truth?"

"Yes, the truth."

"Wonderful. Sweet and light. And..."

"Sexy and Exciting?"

I blushed, "Yes," I said with a very subdued tone, "Very sensuous,

very sensuous indeed."

I didn't realize how much Annie needed to hear those words until

she really started to open up. "I needed your validation, Daddy. I

needed to hear you admit that I was a sexual turn on. It's

important to me."

This was the first hint that I had that Annie had not enjoyed a

full rich sex life.

Over the next few days it became a habit that when I was around

and Eve was finished, I got to drink the leftovers. I got to

a point that I really enjoyed the taste and knew that some

day it would be gone so I needed to enjoy it while I could.

I still was having trouble with my cock getting hard. I had

found Annie's body a very exciting and stimulating thing. I was

able to control my urges to rip her clothes off because of a deep

sense of what I was taught as being right and wrong. And incest was

wrong. But oh my she was all woman and I was getting so attached to

the feel of her body during these very intimate times.

Annie had been in the house for three weeks when the next step

happened. My house was large. It had four bedrooms, a family

room, den, living room and three bathrooms. The two upstairs

bathrooms were the ones we used. But the shower in my bathroom

was big and luxurious. Most of it had been custom made years

before. It was a day that I had gotten off early. I was the

Marketing Manager for a large industrial firm, and we had

just finished the details on a big new venture. I wanted to

go home and take my two ladies out to dinner to celebrate

this event. I went into the house and up the stairs to shower

and change clothes. I didn't even look for Annie. I went into

my bedroom and removed most of my clothes just down to

my undershorts. I went into the bathroom to turn on the shower

when I came to a screeching halt. There was Annie, totally nude

and drying herself off, having finished a shower herself.

"Oops, Oh my God, Annie I'm sorry, I didn't even think...Wow,

I'm sorry darling."

"Daddy! What's wrong?"

"I had no idea you would be in the shower. I would have knocked

to let you know I was home. Please forgive me."

"For what? Coming into your own bathroom. That's silly"

"Well you're...I mean you aren't..."

She looked down at her body and then looked at me, "you mean I

don't have clothes on?"

"Well yes, that's exactly what I mean. I want you to have all

the privacy you need. And I've burst in on you like this." She

knew how embarrassed I was.

Then she started to laugh. "I was in the delivery room, my legs

up in the air, spread apart, with who knows how many strangers

staring at every private part of me. There isn't anything I have

on or in my body that you didn't see and now your flustered at seeing

me nude. I can't believe it. I'm not ashamed or bothered. You're

the

man in my life, you should be able to look."

"I'm your father. The grandfather of Eve."

"And the only man in my life who has ever loved me."

I couldn't believe that my own daughter's body was so exciting to

me. I could feel my cock getting harder by the second. I couldn't

hide it, there was no place to turn, no place to run to. Annie saw it

right away.

"I turn you on don't I?"

I was stumped. I couldn't lie. "I'm sorry baby, it's just a

reaction. Yes you are more than sexy. But I haven't allowed

myself to feel turned on for so long. I mean it's been so long

since I had the chance to see such a beautiful sight. I did

everything I could to honor your mother. I stayed away from

every temptation on earth to be totally faithful while she was

sick.

"You never masturbated?"

"No. I wanted to be faithful in thought as well as deed, so I

tried to turn my attention away from any thinking that would

give me problems."

"Not even after mother was gone?"

"I was too depressed. I loved her so deeply, I was so empty. You

and Eve have given me so much of a reason to live."

Annie grabbed my hand and led me to my bed and made me sit down

next to her. She set the towel next to her and looked me straight in

the

eye. "When you looked at me and got turned on, that was the most

thrilling feeling I have had in over a year. I was a virgin up until

my

junior year in college. I was too busy with school, studies, and

work to get involved with a man. I had two quick romances, but

while there was sex involved they were very unsatisfying. I met

Eric and his love for the arts became a common ground for us.

But he never made me feel like a woman. His love making

was very clumsy and unromantic. He had no idea what fore

play meant. The only way I ever got an orgasm was after he

was asleep, I could masturbate. When you looked at me and

admired my body, I felt validated as a pure sexy female. I

only wanted that from him or any man. That was a very thrilling

moment for me. And it came from you."

I had no idea where this was leading. But I got a hint when her

hand move over the top of my under shorts and she began to

gently stroke my still hardened cock beneath them. I tried to back

off, but I was so horny and it had been such a long time. My

prejudice dropped immediately. Oh I tried to protest, "this is

wrong Annie. This is very wrong."

"Oh so Adam didn't have sex with his daughter's? Where did the

wives of his sons come from? No daddy this is not wrong. You

mean so much to me, I love you more than I can express."

She fumbled to remove my pants and finally I relented and removed

them. She was as strong willed as an adult as she had been as a

child, so when her mind was made up, don't fight it, just give in.

My cock was at full mast now. It was sticking straight out. Annie

took it into her hand and admired it. She cupped my balls and

said, "These produced the sperm that made me."

I looked down rather sheephisly and smiled at her and said,

"I never replaced them."

We both giggled at my preposterous remark. She looked at them and

at my cock with great wonder. "It is kind of thrilling to me

to know that this is the place that part of me was formed."

She stroked my cock lightly. "Mom always bragged to me about

this."

"She didn't. Did she?"

"When I went to college, she and I talked a lot about sex.

She enjoyed everything the two of you did. She was so proud

of you and what a lover you were. And kinky."

I looked up to the ceiling as if looking into heaven and said,

"Marty you could never keep anything private."

"Daddy, I always wanted a man to satisfy me the way mother was so

satisfied. I never found him. Here lay down next to me and

let's talk some more. I need to talk."

We laid down next to each other, her hand was still stroking my

cock gently, but not enough to make me explode. Then she removed

it and placed her hand on mine and guided it to her mons. She

pressed my hand firmly against her pubic hair which was now starting

to grow back. She closed her eyes and let out a sound of contentment

like a dove's coo. "Please feel me," she said, "I need your touch

so desparately now. Please." With this she parted her legs to give

my hand complete access to her very wet slit. My brain was now

disconnected and I was running on lust power. I rolled over on

my side facing her and my finger traced around her entire pussy.

It had been so long since I felt this. I had forgotten who wonderful

it felt. Annie saw it in my face. "I am sexy to you," you said half

asking.

"Oh my dear baby, you are the sexiest woman alive in the world

today." She knew half of this was lust talking, but a big part of

this was my heart talking. She was sexy. I percieved her as being

of incredible beauty and she felt it.

My finger found her clit. I toyed with it, giving it sincere

promises of even more attention. My touch of her clit

sent her body into a complete spin. It was like turning on

a light that illuminated her entire soul. Her pussy was now

literally dripping it's juices. I really wanted to lean down

and drink this feminine nectar. But instead I wanted her to call

the shots. This was her body and I wanted her to orchestate my

moves. She raised her hips and asked me to put my fingers inside.

I love the feel inside a womans vagina. It is soft, wet and warm.

And it is full of sensations for me. Her's was as wonderful

as I remember her mother's being. My fingers were getting very

slippery from all her lubrication. I was sensitive to how brutal

childbirth had been to her pussy and didn't want to hurt her or

bring any kind of discomfort to her. Soon I was rubbing from

deep inside to up and across her clit. Each time bringing up

more of her internal juice to bath her now swollen clit. With

each stroke her body responded. I picked up my speed a little

and her butt started bouncing on the bed in response to my

stroking. I rolled over and was partially on top of her. Her

right breast was pressed against my chest. Soon she was shaking

with pleasure, her breast was lactating slightly against my chest.

She was dripping between her legs and from her chest. Her entire

body became flush and soon she was crying out, "I love it, I love it

Oh it feels sooooo goood, please go deeper and longer strokes, I

love it."

I plunged deeper and made my stokes glide more rapidly along

it's path each time circling her clit rubbing all of it's surface

I could. With a loud moan of joy, Annie crashed into a gigantic

orgasm. Her skin was flushed completely red, making her look

completely sunburned. Her eyes were shut with floods of tears

streaming from their corners. Her lips were trembling trying to

hold back her crying.

As she started to lose some of her flush, I asked her if she was

okay. I just knew that she was a victum of guilt now and it

was all my fault. "I'm sorry baby, we just went too far."

She opened her eyes and rolled up to embrace me tightly. "Oh no

Daddy, we haven't gone too far. I have never had an orgasm

that strong in all my life. Mother was right. You are wonderful.

I love you so much," She kissed me not as though I was her

father, but as a lover. "Thank you for that I needed that so

very much. That's everything I've wanted sex to be. That's

the feeling I have dreamed about. I love you."

Her tears brought tears to my eyes. "The feel of your pussy

was so wonderful. I had forgotten just how wonderful it was.

I have missed it so much more than I have admitted to myself.

I love you Annie. Your being here in my...., no our house means

everything to me. And you were outstanding just now."

She looked down at my cock which was half erect now. "Please let

me show you how much I love you now. I want to suck you."

I was so melted now I couldn't protest at all. I laid back and

let her work on me. She showed signs of some practice, I had

learned that Eric insisted on blow jobs over intercourse. But

then that figured to be the case knowing his orientation. Because

of this, Annie became very skilled. She manipulated my cock

with her fingers as carefully as a craftsman making a real work

of art. With her mouth she used lips, tongue and teeth with

a deftness of a surgeon. I wasn't going to hold back at all.

I could feel myself getting ready to shoot a year of pent

up frustration. I wasn't sure what she was going to do. But as

I exploded, she moved her head away and tried to catch my

semen in her hand. "I just want to see it this time," she said

I want to swallow it next time."

Next time!!! I still hadn't gotten over the shock of the first time.

"Why do you want to see it," I asked.

"Daddy, it's this very semen that went into Mother and made me.

It's corny, but it's important for me to see it."

She scrapped it up, looked at it like a scientist, and then

rubbed it against her body. Finally she leaned down and wrapped

her mouth around my now somewhat flaccid cock and sucked

the last drops of semen into her mouth.. She smiled very approvingly

when she looked up at me. And then with a very quick change in

mood, she asked, "just why are you home so early anyway?"

"Well I just finished our new marketing campaign and got the

owners to approve it. So I wanted to take my two favorite ladies

to dinner."

"Well let me wash off again and feed Eve, and then let's go. In the

meanwhile you can take your shower and then move my stuff in here.

I just decided this bed needs me, and I definitely need it."

To be continued...