Chapter 8

“Jamie, no! I can’t do that!” I said.

“Do you want to take a chance of getting me pregnant?” Jamie asked.

“Of course not,” I answered, “but honey, that’s not the point...”

“Dad, look. I know this is all strange for you. It’s strange for me. I’ve never done anything with a guy before. I’ve never let a guy put his fingers in my pussy, or suck on my breasts or my clit. I’ve never had a real orgasm, let alone with a guy, until today.”

“I feel so guilty about all that.”

“Why?” my daughter asked. She rolled her naked body partially on top of mine, resting her smooth thigh against my cock. “Why? I wanted it.”

“Yes, but still,...”

Jamie kissed me. “I know, Dad, I know. ‘Fathers and daughters don’t do this kind of thing.’”

“Exactly!”

“Well, we just did do that kind of thing, Dad. I’m naked in your bed with you. I’ve masturbated in front of you, you helped me reach my first real orgasm, I made you cum all over my hand and my boobs, you licked my pussy, and I gave you a blowjob and swallowed when you came in my mouth. What’s the next logical step? I want to learn from you!”

“Jamie, I can’t actually have sex with you. You’ll never forgive me if I take your virginity. I’ve already damaged you for life.”

“Dad, listen to me. I WANT you to take my virginity. I want it, Dad. I want to become a woman. I want to feel a penis inside me. And I want it to be yours. Please? I love you!”

“I love you too, Jamie. Very much. You know that, baby, don’t you? That’s why I’m not sure I want to do this with you.”

Jamie ran her fingers down my body until she touched my cock, which was very hard, again. “I’m pretty sure you want to do this with me. Your penis is telling me that,” she said, kissing me again. “I want you, you want me, we love each other, and the pill will keep me from getting pregnant. Don’t get condoms. Get the pill, so I can feel you shoot your stuff inside me.”

“If anyone finds out, I’m dead. We’re dead. Our life together is over. I want to make sure you understand that.”

“Dad, it’s okay. I know. There’s a big risk in this for me, too. Who would want to be seen with the town slut?” she said, gently fondling my cock and balls.

The town slut – what a horrible name for one’s own daughter! I would kill anyone who called her that, and castrate any boy who tried to make her into that! And yet, ... and yet, ... oh God! I wanted to fuck her!

Somehow, I forced myself to push her hand away from my manhood. I wasn’t sure I could cum again soon anyway. It had been a long time since I had had any reason to wonder about my endurance. The tiny bit of morality left in me was glad. If I was worn out, I couldn’t de-flower my own daughter and shoot my seed inside her young and probably fertile pussy. The much bigger part of me was afraid that if I let her play with me now, I wouldn’t be able to fuck her and cum inside her later.

“Let’s get dressed and make something to eat,” I said.

Jamie kissed me again, tenderly, almost romantically, and then got off the bed. “Come on, then,” she said. “Our clothes are downstairs.”

I watched her nubile, naked body move out of my room. I admit it. I was dumbstruck. In all the years of raising this child, I had always believed she was beautiful. Was I biased? Of course. Any parent who loves a child will always see that child as attractive. But everyone kept telling me how pretty she was, from the time she was too little to hold her own head up. You get used to that after a while. As Jamie matured, it simply didn’t occur to me to see her sexually. On some level, I guess, I knew she had a nice body. Hell, we never hid from each other in the bathroom, so I clearly saw the physical changes she had gone through. It was no big deal. My daughter had grown up to be centerfold material, and somehow, I hadn’t reacted.