I watched as my daughter took my father's cock into her mouth. She was enjoying herself so much that the entire time she spent getting it down her throat she smiled. My father looked at me as Charlotte took him, he too had a smile on his face. His hand had gone down into her hair, and he gently helped her get his cock down her throat.

I sat back and watched, this was the first time Daddy had done anything to Charlotte, though, he had spoken many times about taking her. He talked about waiting for the right time. He wanted to wait until after she knew the whole story.

At first she'd gone a little crazy. After I had sat down with her and told her the truth, but now she excepted it and she excepted the way things were.

It all started eighteen years ago. Momma had died and left Daddy and I alone. At first, Daddy wanted nothing to do with me. He said I reminded him too much of Momma, he couldn't even stand looking at me. This hurt so bad, but I understood and tried to stay away but couldn't. He was in such a state of depression that I thought he'd do something drastic. I cared for him, foregoing the plans I had for myself to stay with Daddy and take care him.

After a while he excepted the way things were. He let me care for him the best I could. Our relationship flourished, and soon it was as though we were a married couple without the sex., but that too would change.

I found myself beginning to fantasize about Daddy in ways a daughter shouldn't, and I noticed Daddy also looking at me longer, and with a desire in his eyes that he couldn't hide. We tried for a long time to ignore it, but as we spent more time together the desire in both of us grew.

One night as I was bathing, and Daddy walked into the bathroom. He blushed and tried to leave quickly, but as his eyes fell upon my naked body he didn't move. He stared at my breasts, and I watched as his eyes went down, and landed on my mound. He shut the bathroom door, and walked to the side of the tub.

He said nothing as he came down on his knees and grabbed a washrag. He began to wash my back, my eyes closed, and a slight moan escaped my lips as the rag went down my back, and moved to the front of me. He let go of the cloth and his hands came up to my breasts. He still did not speak a word as he massaged me, taking his fingers to my nipples and pinching them softly. His eyes never left mine as his hand moved from my breasts, down my stomach, and to my pussy. My hips thrust forward as he found my clit, and I moaned louder. He rubbed me, gently, his breathing becoming heavier as my hips thrust with every sensation he gave to me. I didn't last long, I began to cum not soon after he had touched me.

After my orgasm, he got up and went to the door. Still he said nothing, and I stared at him confused.

"Daddy?"

He pressed his fingers to his lips and walked out the door, leaving me in both a state of satisfied bliss and confusion.

When I got out of the tub, I had gone to look for him and found that he had locked himself in his room. I pounded the door, screaming for him to open it, but I got no response. I didn't see him again until the next morning.

He sat at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal, I looked at him, not sure if I should say hello or not. I got a cup of coffee, and sat down with him. It was silent for a while, and I couldn't stand to only hear the soft hum of the refrigerator working.

"Daddy, I..."

"Hush! I don't want to talk about it."

I was taken back by the harsh way he had spoken to me.

"Daddy, please."

"No. It shouldn't have happened."

"But I liked it."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"I don't care if you don't want to talk about it. I do!"

He lifted his eyes from his bowl, and gave me an angry look.

"I said no, I am your father, and you will listen to me!"

Daddy had never spoken to me like that before. I didn't know what to do, I was confused and hurt and I began to cry. He came out of his chair quickly and to me. He pressed my head against his stomach, and ran his hand through my hair.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, please don't cry. I didn't mean to hurt you, it's just that, these feelings they shouldn't be felt between us."

"I know Daddy, but I feel them, and I don't want to hide them anymore."

He said nothing, but leaned down and kissed my lips. The kiss was soft at first, but grew more passionate, until I felt his tongue swipe along my bottom lip. I sighed into his mouth, as I brought my tongue out to graze his.

He broke the kiss and picked me up, taking me up the stairs to his room. He laid me down gently on the bed and kissed me again. He let his lips move from mine to my neck, I moaned as I felt his lips graze the low line of my shirt. My hands came down onto his head as his hands pushed my shirt up, and his lips fell onto my breasts. He kissed and licked each one, causing my body to become hot with the passion I felt. He slipped my shirt off and began to kiss my tummy, letting his lips go down to the beginning of my pants. My moans became louder as I felt his hands pull down my pants, and felt his lips at the top of my pussy. My hips bucked as his fingers parted my lips and his tongue dove into me, finding my clit at once, licking and kissing it softly.

He came back up, and kissed me again as he shed himself of his pants, and laid on top of me. I spread my legs more, allowing him access, and he pushed his cock inside of me. I moaned loudly, and put my lips back on his. He rocked back and forth, keeping a slow steady pace. I loved the feel of his cock in my pussy, moving so slow that I could feel every inch of him.

My hips bucked again as I felt the oncoming of an orgasm. Daddy looked down at me and smiled.

"That's good baby, you cum for me."

I moaned loudly, and smiled.

"Oh Daddy, you're making me feel so good!"

He nodded and smiled down.

"I know, you're making me feel good too, and I'm going to cum."

"Let me feel it Daddy. Let me feel you cumming inside of me."

He gave a low moan at my words, and I felt the release of his hot seed in my pussy. He didn't pull out when he was finished, but laid on top of me. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his head, both of us were soon asleep.

I woke with a start, and noticed that I was by myself. I left the room and went searching for my father. I found him in the study, looking over some papers.

"Hi."

He looked up surprised.

"Oh hi."

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"Are you hungry? You want me to make you some dinner?"

"No, I'm fine. I ate while you were asleep."

"Oh okay."

I turned to leave and Daddy came to me. He grabbed me and held me to him.

"Are you sorry?"

"For what?"

"For what we did."

"Not at all."

"Me either."

I lifted my lips to his and kissed him before leaving.

I moved into Daddy's room. Our love for each other growing each day, and with each day the father/daughter relationship that we had disappeared, and was replaced with one that was more like a husband and wife. We never forgot who we were to each other, and kept our love life secret from everyone, until the day came that I found out I was pregnant.